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me and my most powerful mutuals basically sitting on thrones in an ancient circle not unlike stonehenge, occasionally we make eye contact and nod solemnly at each other
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There's an awful trend in reading that's this CinemaSins kind of rejection of abstract concepts and suspension of disbelief, that makes people say it's bad writing when authors use descriptions that aren't immediately one to one with physical reality.
Like it's bad when a "tattoo is undulating" (as opposed to... "drawn in a wave like pattern on the skin"?), or when hair is "wet wheat from a late Summer field" (as opposed to "sort of brownish light yellow that dries lighter, but is not actual wheat stalks growing on someone's head but kind of reminiscent of the color and texture"?), or when when ice cream tastes like midnight at the fair" (as opposed to "ice cream flavour bringing back memories of undefined ice cream flavours that are individually popular but always tied to a memory of late evening at the fair ground and probably smelling vaguely like popcorn and sugar"?).
Please. We have to get back to understanding abstract descriptions that evoke feelings and memories and mental images or things we haven't experienced yet. This hyper utilitarian way of reading and judging text is killing fiction. it's robbing you of experiencing things you haven't actually personally experienced.
^ doodle I made because this is like an art blog and stuff
I enjoy a Maestro!Emma idea sometimes.
v The actual post
The sun was setting. The lights of the city were slowly turning on, one by one, like little stars on the buildings. The hill was still lit up, the sunrays shimmering gold on the sides of his van-home. The guitar in his hands, covered in stickers and scratches, was quietly humming the notes his fingers told it to play.
Leo looked over the city, one of many heâs been to in the past years. Concerts, festivals, late nights at music clubs. It all seemed to fuse into a colorful blur now. Sometimes the audience, sometimes the star, the songs on stage, the dancing with the fans of others, the chats with his idols and the autographs on his guitar. He sang, he danced, he played instruments. It was easy to say his life was amazing. Yet there was one thing he lacked, one concept he couldnât grasp.
He had no friends. Close ones, none at all.
All those years ago, a young teen, he hoped that a magical realm could help him be better at friendship, to understand why and how people made friends, and why he had none. A being beyond human comprehension who could solve all his issues, it seems so stupid now. Too perfect to be true. Was it even real?
No, it was definitely real. No matter how much he doubted what happened to him then, he never let himself stop believing. Believing in the magical world, in the maestros, in the people that were there with him, and in the girl⌠In the girl that-
- Wooooh, this is NOT made with tourists in mind!
Leo quickly turned around, staring at the person who came up behind him with wide open eyes.
She was there. Tall, blonde hair tied into a low ponytail, green eyes and earrings sparkling in the almost set sun. The same earrings she wore then. The clock hands of the tower. Leo slowly blinked to make sure he wasnât hallucinating.
- EMMA!?
Emma Cole, Fighter, nodded with a smile. Leo Craig, Streetbeat, got up, putting his guitar on the ground.
- Surprised to see me?
- Yeah like, REALLY surprised! What are you doing here? How did you get here? Where is your car?
- Wow, slow down with the questions, the carâs downhill, and hey, be nice! You know how much time it took to find you?
Leo was speechless, she was smiling so wide, she was truly happy to have found him. Like he didnât intentionally try to get away as far as he could.
- A while! â Emma pouted. â It took a while!
- And you didnât once stop to think why?
Emma tilted her head, confused. She was behaving so childishly, itâs like she hasnât grown a day since they last met. Guess thatâs just how rich girls are.
- I deleted all my social media, I stopped responding to âHappy Birthdaysâ, I left the city I was born in to roam the country in a van. Do you think finding me was the best idea?
- Well I-
- Please leave. I would prefer to be alone now.
He sat back down, turning to the city and picking up the guitar. He wasnât sure why he said that, but as the silence settled in, it occurred to him why he never made true friends.
They felt like work. Spending time with them, putting in effort to care, to remember their likes and dislikes, finding time to talk. It felt like too much. Like he was meant for something greater than just small talk and hanging out. And other people were meant for something greater than him. Something about Emma coming all the way over here, spending hours, probably days searching, made him feel sick. He could feel her staring at his back, her presence alone making the whole area around feel different, almost otherworldly.
He couldnât look at her. The guilt of leaving them all behind was weighing down on his heart like a giant rock. A shadow looming over his entire being.
- Well, if you donât want to see me â There was something odd about Emmaâs voice, but he didnât turn his head. â Can I at least just tell you what I came here for?
- Go for it.
A strong gust of wind slammed his back, bright lights shining from behind, and the drumroll of a familiar melody picked up volume. The air didnât feel like Earth anymore, not like the human world, not like anything heâd felt in so many years. He turned around, opening his mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat.
A glittering suit of white, adorned with gold and red. The lights of a giant theatre only he could see. The sign, bright and colorful, just like the day he saw it in that alleyway.
She stood there, terrifyingly tall, her body morphed into an inhuman shape. The suit reflecting the theatreâs lights, and her long hair flowing in the wind coming from the open doors. A wide smile lit up on her face as she saw Leoâs expression. For a second, the two looked at eachother, before she turned on her heel and looked into the theatre.
- What I wanted to tell you wasâŚ
She looked back at Leo, smiling wider than ever.
- I donât go by âEmmaâ anymoreâŚ
A dramatic twist and a jump, the music of the theatre reaching its best part, she bowed with her feet already on the wooden floors.
- Please, just call me Balan!
Balan straightened her back, and grabbed the theatreâs doors with her giant hands.
- If we ever meet that is.
She winked, and shut the doors.
Leo sat in silence. Alone, on the hill above an unfamiliar city. The stars in the sky gently glowed, and the only sound that could be heard now was the quiet chirping of the crickets in the grass. That day he decided to return home.
"making them afraid will make them more racist" that's wild to me, because we live in a whole culture of social consequences for antiracism anyway. It is literally safer to be a racist than it is to speak up against it, socially.
Idk about you, but "I'm afraid no one will want to be my friend if I'm a white supremacist" seems like a pretty logical thought process to have, and I wish THAT were the normal and not "I'm afraid my friends will hate me if I tell them they made racist jokes".
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