If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.

minorcharactersftw:

Just some more analysis I found: 

Screaming feed me, fill me up again. Temporarily pacify this hungering.”

Since there is a fyroleplaying rabbit meme of course there would be a bad fyroleplayer meme. Discovering this, I noticed a reoccurring problem with trauma and character development. A traumatic history can add so much depth to a character but the disturbing event must be treated like a separate entity in itself. You can’t just mention it then forget about it like some passing fun fact.

 I worry with Jimmy though. A lot of these complaints about people misusing such terrible experiences makes me wonder if Jimmy’s not turning into a “mary sue” as they call it.  Uh oh feeling another analysis coming on:

 Can someone sexually abused find an outlet through sex? Wouldn’t sex, especially homosexual, be a trigger for them? Perhaps, but Jimmy even to this day isn’t fully aware that what happened was rape. He still has an innocent mentality toward that particular experience. The memories of his father are always told through a childlike lens. The reason why Jimmy can’t and most likely never will talk about it is because he doesn’t understand; he doesn’t want to. Similar to a child trying to figure a puzzle by wedging all the improper pieces together despite their lack of connection, Jimmy did the same to his consciousness.

 He’s starved for affection yet his view of it is warped. Another thing to worry about is the influence of the abuse. How far does it reach? Could Jimmy’s idea of affection be horribly flawed in that sex is equivalent to love?  That belief is what drives his sordid tendencies to borderline nymphomania. It’s going to take a long time for Jimmy to disassociate sex as the only way to feel loved. So if Mayson ever goes through a dry spell it’s not only Jimmy’s libido that will be hurting. 

How to make a story based around a character

shannahmcgill:

thelondonmag:

  1. Pick an emotion to be your character’s default emotion.This will help color your character’s voice and make them more of a complete, congruent human being than a list of traits.
  2. Give them something you’re insecure about. This will be your character’s internal conflict. Avoid balancing it by giving your character a trait of yours you’re proud of. The idea is to make a character you can relate to the issues of, not an author avatar.
  3. Find traits, hobbies, and quirks that other people have that are interesting, but not really your thing. For example, I’m not a scuba diver, but I do think it’s an interesting thing for people to do. Those kinds of things make your character unique.
  4. Figure out two things your new character wants. One should be a concrete motivation, like “the girl he loves” or “the magic spheres of Punco.” The other should be a motivation that by its nature can never be completely fulfilled, like “more happiness” or “more power.”
  5. Give your character at least one major flaw. This should be something readers won’t think is adorable. Shallowness, megalomania, self-hatred, and indecisiveness are good examples of flaws. Clumsiness, ugliness, being “too heroic,” and being “too much of a dreamer” are not good examples of flaws.
  6. Take your character’s concrete motivation and put it as far away from your character as possible. Make it so hard to get that your character seems to have no chance. Other characters can arrive to help or harm your main character on his or her journey.
  7. Be sure to change your character during the story. Watch out, though, when altering your character’s abstract motivation and default emotion, because you can make them an entirely different person instead of a different version of the same person. Make sure that by the end of the story, your character still has flaws.
  8. Bam. Instant story. Proceed to rake in the millions tens.

A post I submitted to The London Magazine’s Tumblr a few days ago. :)

Now and then, an inch below the water’s surface, the muscles of his stomach tightened involuntarily as he recalled another detail. A drop of water on her upper arm. Wet. An embroidered flower, a simple daisy, sewn between the cups of her bra. Her breasts wide apart and small. On her back, a mole half covered by a strap. When she climbed out of the pond a glimpse of the triangular darkness her knickers were supposed to conceal. Wet. He saw it, he made himself see it again. The way her pelvic bones stretched the material clear of the skin, the deep curve of her waist, her startling whiteness. When she reached for her skirt, a carelessly raised foot revealed a patch of soil on each pad of her sweetly diminished toes. Another mole the size of a farthing on her thigh and something purplish on her calf—a strawberry mark, a scar. Not blemishes. Adornments.
fuckyeahroleplayshipperbunny:

I LOVE IT YET I HATE IT. It’s SO early in the relationship that they haven’t even started dating yet but they have so much PHYSICAL CHEMISTRY. WHY DOES THE GUY HAVE TO BE AN IDIOT AND OBLIVIOUS TO HER LOVE!?

fuckyeahroleplayshipperbunny:

I LOVE IT YET I HATE IT. It’s SO early in the relationship that they haven’t even started dating yet but they have so much PHYSICAL CHEMISTRY. WHY DOES THE GUY HAVE TO BE AN IDIOT AND OBLIVIOUS TO HER LOVE!?

Body Revolution

Part your legs
Press my back against a wall
Breaths tell all

Signify a change in power
A lost cause
Between my thighs
Your back against a wall

Protest against me
Protest against me

Give me a sign
You’re ready for it
Coming in cycles
Never ending circles

Protest against me
Protest against me

Until I collapse
Till I crumble
Against the wall

You’re never satisfied