Lost Scenes Thursday! Get to know your favourite authors better. Show five scenes from either abandoned fics where you regret they will never see the light of day, or five scenes from WIPs where you are impatient to see them out there. Long, short, one-liner... it's all good reading. Tag five other authors where you are curious.
(feel free to ignore it though :))
Heya, my fabulous one ♡
Alright, five scenes…let’s see how many I can actually find that I’m willing to share 🤭 please keep in mind that they all still need different amounts of (heavy) editing and probably rearrangements, and that I don’t know if or when I’ll ever find the courage to actually finish and post them…yadda yadda…here goes nothing 😅
Kurt Vonnegut wrote: “When I was 15, I spent a month working on an archeological dig. I was talking to one of the archeologists one day during our lunch break and he asked those kinds of “getting to know you” questions you ask young people: Do you play sports? What’s your favorite subject? And I told him, no I don’t play any sports. I do theater, I’m in choir, I play the violin and piano, I used to take art classes.
And he went WOW. That’s amazing! And I said, “Oh no, but I’m not any good at ANY of them.”
And he said something then that I will never forget and which absolutely blew my mind because no one had ever said anything like it to me before: “I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.”
And that honestly changed my life. Because I went from a failure, someone who hadn’t been talented enough at anything to excel, to someone who did things because I enjoyed them. I had been raised in such an achievement-oriented environment, so inundated with the myth of Talent, that I thought it was only worth doing things if you could “Win” at them.
The Far Right is Rising in the Land of ‘Never Again’
Jan Böhmermann talks about the upcoming elections, the rise of the far-right Afd, and how a country can deal with our history and how we can never let it happen again.
In the corner of the never ending state of loneliness, there you were. Questioning your worth in this busy life.
The life where everyone, even the closest ones to you, grow more distant as the sand in an hourglass slips away. All far from reach, now more glued to their own worlds. You couldn’t blame them, though— they have their own lives and deserve their precious time, after all.
However, that did not stop you from feeling the dread of eventually being all alone. In your room with a mundane daily routine that barely changes, bracing yourself from the impact of the possible hurricane the following year would bring you.
That was when a someone reached out. They reached out with… a paw?
“Boop!”
The mysterious figure giggled, like it was a game of tag and you were suddenly the one who was ‘It’.
The difference is that unlike in the game, you weren’t feared. In fact, you get drawn to more anonymous yet loving souls online, continuously booping you with affection and silliness.
In the corner of the sunlit room, there you were. Pressing on the boop button multiple times to remind mutuals, idols and even random strangers on the internet that they are loved. No matter what the next year brings, the boops are eternal, leaving a paw print of hope in everyone’s heart.
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