100 Words: Destiel

100 words: Destiel

Words did not do justice to the beauty that was his love. Dean couldn’t describe it, didn’t want to describe it, but whenever he locked his gaze on those stormy blue eyes, he couldn’t bear to look away. Whenever he felt the ghost of a soft touch, he couldn’t help but lean into it. Whenever he heard that deep, gravelly voice, he couldn’t help but turn, desperate almost. Perhaps it had something to do with losing him before, yearning not to lose him a second time. Celestial was a fitting description, he thought, for something so different, yet so beautiful.

When you’re trying to come up with an original post but then you realize that you aren’t original, so you go to post about you being unoriginal instead, but even your post about being unoriginal isn’t original. 

some crappy apology haiku

Sorry I ruined

everything you’ve been looking

forward to today

I wasn’t thinking

I didn’t consider it

And you paid the price

I’m trying my best

But my best isn’t enough

Not even to me

It’s not an excuse

I just wanted to say now

I’m really sorry

when i was in elementary school i loved to write and my favorite assignments were the creative writing ones and, since i was a precocious reader, i would always incorporate elements of what i was reading into my stories. reading the prisoner of azkaban? suddenly a big black dog was attacking my protagonists. my protagonist goes to a zoo? suddenly a giant snake attacks him (i was big into harry potter, if you can’t tell). this continued until fourth grade, when we were given an assignment to write an original story, and i wrote what i considered to be an original story *heavily based* on a book i’d read recently, and absolutely loved. heavily based as in anybody who had read the book would immediately been able to tell i’d ripped it off.

but i couldn’t help it. the book so sparked my imagination that i had to write my own idea of it. i was 9, and my intention obviously wasn’t a cynical copyright cash grab. i just loved the idea so much i wanted to explore it on my own.

my teacher didn’t notice, and loved it so much that she read it out loud to the class, and i was over the moon with pride, until i came home and showed it to my mom, who immediately recognized the source material. “you took this from **** didn’t you?” she asked, and suddenly i was crushed. it hit me that i had done something Bad. i had stolen somebody else’s idea, because i didn’t have any of my own. after that, i slowly began to put away my writing tools. i kept reading, but i lost the confidence to write (part of which came from getting older and losing all that childhood confidence to puberty, but i digress), and even though i later realized that i hadn’t actually done something so terrible there, the idea stuck with me that i could never be a *real* writer, because i didn’t have any ideas of my own. I just wasn’t creative enough.

Anyway, a few months ago i was reading Stephen King’s ‘On Writing’, and it details his childhood and adolescence, how he went from being a kid who loved stories to an adult who made a profession in them. Well, i read and discovered that King basically spent his whole childhood just writing the stories he saw on the big screen. He liked dracula? he wrote a dracula story. frankenstein? same deal. he was writing exactly what he saw and read because - and this is what i now understand - that’s how children learn to write. we copy, and absorb, and then eventually we make our own. we write what we love, even if its an exact copy of that book or movie, and then eventually we make it different. there’s nothing new under the sun, and we create from what we see. stephen king basically wrote fanfiction as a kid, even if he didn’t call it that.

so if you think you’re not creative enough, or you’re not a ‘real’ writer, because you write fanfiction, just remember that that’s part of writing is. all ideas are parts of other ideas. nobody can create in a vacuum.

A list of some of my favorite things overheard at school, part six:

“Oh, it’s asshole Santa... he’s also missing a foot. That’s what he gets for abusing misfit toys. Who’s the misfit now, Santa?”

“Maybe you should dial back the shrine to yourself...” - “NO! It’s a sign I’m destined for greater shrines!”

“Aloha from second block! We’re learning about... sexual reproduction! On that note, happy birthday!”

“Is he the conservative one?” - “Everyone has their faults...”

“The bus is a homophone, pass it on.” - “Yeah, that was the worst hate crime I have ever experienced.”

“Why do I have clothes on???” 

“Your hetero side chicks bore me.”

“Toys for tots, slang for sluts.”

“There are two potions here- love is love, or Jesus.”

“Stare into my eyes... to assess the size of my pupils.”

fitting in

When push comes to shove

Just desaturate yourself

They will accept you