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sleeprough · 8 months
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i don't care.
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myobsessionsspace · 1 month
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✨Beauty✨
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cheshiremask · 4 months
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" I think about you. But I don't say it anymore. "
- Marguerite Duras (April 4, 1914 - March 3, 1996), Hiroshima mon amour
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nerd-at-sea5 · 3 months
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aven life events time:
i wrote a play for my playwriting class about a nonverbal warlock coming into their powers, featuring a shitty town, explosions and an attempted exorcism
i’m writing a new one to preform this semester based on the same world, 6 years later with new characters (who are friends w the old characters) and said characters love confession, featuring a storm, a fist fight and a 11 year long crush (they’ve known each other since they were 6 years old. their 17)
these three are the main cast. they are all neurodivergent, queer and 2/3 are POC. why? because that’s how i made them to be.
my teacher really liked that (she’s a queer woman of color for context) and like. i’m white, and to me the characters races weren’t vital to the story but i wanted there to be more diversity in fantasy stuff, because i rarely ever see queer fantasy that isn’t just two gay guys and i NEVER see neurodivergent coded characters in fantasy, much less any not-white characters, so i made it super diverse. i wanted to see myself and my friends in the characters i created!
i’ve been asked to mention this when i ask people to audition and idk i just thought it was cool. i wanted to see my friends and i and so i made it diverse, thats the bare minimum and if a student can do it yall know full well the professional writers can as well
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aghastro · 1 year
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you know, just lately!
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stuckyrogersbarnes · 9 months
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"Shakespeare In The Park? Doth Mother Know You Weareth Her Drapes?" - Tony Stark
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richwall101 · 2 years
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Truman Garcia Capote -In this image aged 20- (born Truman Streckfus Persons, September 30, 1924 – August 25, 1984) was an American novelist, screenwriter, playwright and actor. Several of his short stories, novels, and plays have been praised as literary classics, including the novella Breakfast at Tiffany's (1958) and the true crime novel In Cold Blood (1966), which he labeled a "non-fiction novel." His works have been adapted into more than 20 films and television dramas.
Capote rose above a childhood troubled by divorce, a long absence from his mother, and multiple migrations. He had discovered his calling as a writer by the time he was eight years old, and he honed his writing ability throughout his childhood. He began his professional career writing short stories. The critical success of "Miriam" (1945) attracted the attention of Random Housepublisher Bennett Cerf and resulted in a contract to write the novel Other Voices, Other Rooms (1948). Capote earned the most fame with In Cold Blood (1966), a journalistic work about the murder of a Kansas farm family in their home. Capote spent six years writing the book, aided by his lifelong friend Harper Lee, who wrote To Kill a Mockingbird (1960).
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danu2203 · 2 years
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DYLAN THOMAS
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trashpandasquotes · 2 months
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How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.
-Tennessee Williams
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theojamesloverxo33 · 3 months
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Crush Pt.1
I said pt1 because who are we kidding? I'm young I'm gonna have crushes again and maybe feel a different way ;3
You spent the whole day sharing glances and smiles in class. You daydream of when he'll make the first move. Then at the end of class, you see him walk towards you and you get excited your heart skips. It's finally happening!!! You pretend you don't see him so it doesn't ruin the moment. You're really excited now , you're narrating cause you're getting ready to tell all your friends about what's about to happen. But then he walks past you and you thinks it's just to get your attention. But it isn't. He walks over to her and starts speaking to her. Can you blame him? No, you can't and you don't. And you watch for a second just to see if they're doing what u think they are doing. And it doesn't take long to comfort it.  Your heart stands still. Fuck I'm starring for too long " Okay okay," you think to yourself "it's time to go. Grab your bags quickly and slowly. Put your coat on. Say bye to whoever is there that you know ,but not those two.
“  BYE “
Go go Go GO go get out idk where just get out!
"Stuipd stuips stuipd" Your mind fills with the same question: "why does't he like me?" There's nothing wrong with her, but there's nothing wrong with me either so - why doesn't he like me? but you know why you always know why. You laugh at yourself because you're almost 20 and you're so hung up over something as silly as " If a boy likes me" which brings you back to questions about why he would even like u in the first place. You don't blame him you don't blame her because it's not their fault. It may not be your fault either but you knew what you were risking when you let yourself feel this way
It's been an hour now since it all happened but you’ve been replaying it in your mind so many times that it only feels like a moment just past but what do you do now? You ask a friend if she saw the humiliating moment, but she looks at u confused not knowing what ur talking about. You're relieved no one saw it but you start to think did anyone see it was it just you? When you glanced at each other in the class, shared smiles... Was he even looking at you? and you start to remember that whenever he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at her. 
And then starting to realize that, it wasn't that he didn't pick you . You were never a choice. Was it ever even there, did you just kid yourself? Now there is someone to blame.
  Look at you. LOOK AT YOU look at your arms your hair, your teeth, your smile, you make up, your clothes. It's awful you are awful. How would you expect anyone to ever like you. its been years waiting for that right moment and it's never going to come if you look like that. that's why he didn't choose you. That's why they will never choose you.
That was mean, but you deserved it after what you just put yourself through. maybe this time you will learn your lesson. And they will never be a next time . Because this time you won't go looking for something that was never there. and will never be there.
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ancientsstudies · 19 days
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fordhampr · 10 months
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MEET RAVEN DAUDA, MULTI-TALENTED, MULTI-AWARD WINNING ACTOR/WRITER/DIRECTOR...AND TAEKWANDO EXPONENT!
Whew…what else can I saw about this amazing woman?! I met Raven Dauda over ten years ago when producing/directing a special web series during the Toronto Int’l Film Festival, and have followed her career throughout her stage and screen projects that include…take a big breath….the following TV series: Sue Thomas F.B.Eye, Odyssey 5, The Firm, Rookie Blue, Orphan Black, Heroes…
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nerd-at-sea5 · 6 months
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today on 'adventures in playwriting', here's an email i just sent:
'I hope you had a good Halloween and fun week! I'm currently working on my play, and was wondering if I'm allowed to incorporate actual Latin incantations to expel demons? I don't actually know if that is a no-no when it comes to school things. If it's an issue I'll have them saying funny things in Latin.'
good god
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monica-writing · 10 months
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In your smack
Writer, what is the least you can write?
Writer, how far can you travel with a single sail? Consider space over words; let life blow in. Marcia Ferguson trims with a skeleton crew: On the beach. VEE and ROD sit apart, relaxed, watching the waves. Silence. Vee: I shaved my legs and now I get these ingrown hairs. Rod: When did you start? Vee: At a birthday party. I cut my skin. [Pause] When did you start shaving? Rod: Twelve. Vee:…
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