#writing notes
Daisy Kidnapping Jon Agenda, Plot-building
Riffing on MAG 82, two possibilities:
1.
Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to make a statement. Your statement. To prove to you what I know, and because I want Jon to hear it someday. And when it’s over, you are going to leave. Because if you don’t, I’ll make sure your superiors know all about every nasty little thing Miss Tonner had done in the name of keeping Jon safe, and about all the ways you enabled her. And I will make sure they know how easily secrets like that can - slip, if one isn’t diligent.
…
Statement of Basira Hussain, regarding Alice Tonner’s alleged brother and the thin blue line. Statement never given.
2. Statement of Jonathon Sims, regarding his eventual death at the hands of Alice Tonner. Statement never given.
Option one digs into the less-addressed theme of Basira as a crooked cop - how her support and enablement of Daisy is inherently the suppression and disregard of Daisy’s victims.
In this branch of things, the season two finale ended with Jon and Daisy both going missing, and several of Daisy’s most questionable actions coming to light.
It’s shaped around the question of what the archive staff + Basira believe, and what their obligations are. To each other, to society, to Jon and Daisy
Option two is less meta-focused, and involves Daisy and Jon having to completely rebuild their relationship after Daisy learns Jon expects her to kill him, and Jon learns Daisy is ready to die to keep that from happening.
As this is fanfiction for a horror series, and not a PSA on healthy relationships, I will not be taking criticism about Jon and Daisy’s relationship.
i’ve posted 30 ygo fics total on AO3 so if you’re someone who reads and enjoys my fanfiction, 1) thank you!! and 2) please indulge me in a question…
do you have a favorite, and if so, which one? :3
malik is a character i’ve only really written like once or twice but i would loooooooove to write more about him… when he surrendered at the end of battle city in the manga i cried a little… unfortunately kaiba has my brain floating in a tank in his office and he won’t give it back
I love that kaiba was mean and evil and killed people/has tried to kill other people and is a nasty boy who ignores or bulldozes through other people’s feelings but also wants deeply to be loved and sometimes he has a startling recognition that he’s been terrible and violent and he wants to not be that person anymore and he has a firm understanding of why/how he became this way but not how to fix it and in the process sometimes causes more damage than he does repair (smooshes his cheeks between my hands) you’re gonna get SO kissed in the fanfics
At certain moments, over the course of certain years, I was neither allowed nor supposed to care about the feelings of others. Animals less so. Such was the hierarchy, biblical in its arrogance and rigidity. Gozaburo said let there be fire and blood and profit and power and called his miserable archangel forth out of the mud, staggering and seething with fury. Mokuba would come to my room at night, when he thought I was asleep, thinking the darkness would protect us and seeking - something. Some sign that I was faking everything. A sign that when no one was watching me, I’d drop the act, let him curl up with me like when we were children, younger children, and tell him some story or look at some drawing. He never found it. It was never an act. All of that to say: I still struggle with gentleness - both in practice, giving and receiving, and in theory.
gnawing on my Ch. 6 WIP like a dog with a bone
The diver sinks to his knees on the sand and watches clouds froth across the sky in white, whipped swirls. He does not understand: who is whipping the clouds, and why, what have they done to deserve it, which is a question that does not understand the one who holds the whip; the island’s intentions, the whispers in the waves, the consequences of his failure. He slouches like a marionette whose part in the story has passed. He is lost. He is alive. He lost.
“Seto,” Atem said, from somewhere behind him.
The diver did not speak, although the sound of his name tugged on the top of his spine. SIT UP STRAIGHT!
He did not do this, either. For once, he did not obey.
I love writing notes. I actually enjoy the process of summarizing pages of textbook information and ending up with a concise few pages that I can refer to for studying. One of the questions I’ve seen in my inbox quite a few times is whether I prefer to write or type my notes. It’s interesting to me because I actually recently switched back to mainly typing notes after writing for such a long time.
Because I’ve done and still do both, I figured there must be a reason I can’t choose one over the other. To solve this dilemma, I decided to make a pro/con list for each and share it as a way of answering these questions.
Handwriting
Pros
- Engaging my senses in the learning process by writing increases the chances that I’ll remember what I’m noting down.
- It’s faster for drawing things out - specifically processes and flowcharts.
Cons
- It takes me more time, specially because I try to be very neat.
Typing
Pros
- It almost always takes me less time.
- It’s easier to back up/share notes this way.
- It’s a more convenient way of adding in pictures.
- It’s easier to edit later on.
Cons
- Using a tablet/laptop provides easier access to distraction.
- Staring at the screen for too long gives me a headache.
There’s nothing like the feel of pen to paper… But I found that eventually, I still need to spend time revising by going over my notes whether I’ve handwritten or typed them. So it seems like a better use of my time to finish my summaries faster in order to be able to start “actually studying”. So why not do the thing that saves time?
My biggest reason for switching back though has been the following. In my last two years of medical school, I’m teaching myself a lot of theoretical information from books. But I also go to the hospital and see those cases, so I’m constantly learning new information and making new links that I didn’t make before (as in, when I was learning the information from a textbook). Because of this, I end up having to annotate notes a lot. At first it didn’t seem like an issue. But eventually when my notes were all over the place, it was starting to become disorganized and I didn’t like that. But that’s just me!
And as always.. Disclaimer: I do things this way because of my own priorities. By no means am I claiming everybody should do the same or that it’s perfect. I’m just providing ideas and I hope they help :)
Ps. I’m now on instagram! Where I’m trying to post daily stories and have a visual-based companion to this blog. Follow me here https://www.instagram.com/mindofamedstudent/
in other fic news, i also have a whole paragraph of bthemetz being mean about her brother. i really don’t know if anyone will really get this or enjoy it but i’m hoping someone else out there who also has had a messy relationship with their sibling(s) will find something in it.
the funniest thing is her very detached voice throughout this. ‘he grew up in a slum and suffered colic as a child’, says Bthem, his youngersibling (babe you weren’t even there!!). that she says 'the most remarkable thing that ever happened to him [a boring person] was that his elder brother and father suffocated in a collapsed mine shaft’ like that DIDN’T happen to her. and then she ignores any of the implications of that to take the piss out of him for refusing to stand up straight. like Bthem……
in other fic news, i also have a whole paragraph of bthemetz being mean about her brother. i really don’t know if anyone will really get this or enjoy it but i’m hoping someone else out there who also has had a messy relationship with their sibling(s) will find something in it.
listen im making next to no progress on this fic but this title
fuckin rules imho
