Things I Want To Happen School Bus Graveyard

Things I want to happen school bus graveyard

• Aiden to lose it and go apeshit one someone (phantom or a person)

• for Ashlyn to be genuinely happy for more than one panel 🥲

• Ben to say something (whispering or yelling, maybe sometime happens and he no longer cares what he sounds like/ how bad it hurts)

• ( specifically in the facility ) one of them to get fatally hurt and the others all desperatly trying to break out of their rooms/break the lock ( I dont really want anyone to die but I think it would make for a great scene for them to use like the dresser drawers or something to bust out)

• For Taylor to save the day via mechanical skills (escape car?)

• For the parents (specifically Jessica 😠) to finally understand the extent of what their kids have gone through

I love writing because sometimes its like this

And then other times... 😅

The thing about writing is we’re taught to write in a very specific way as children that is deemed as the “correct” way. And it’s so important to have those fundamentals — to know how sentences are constructed and what is proper paragraph structure and to become familiar with grammar. Those are essential building blocks.

But because schools have to focus on essay writing and technicalities and whatever is needed for the latest standardized test, it’s often the only way we learn how to write when there’s so many ways to write. There’s technical writing, journalistic writing but also editorial writing, copywriting, letter writing, free writing … to infinity and beyond.

We often don’t explore creative writing in an academic setting until later in life when we seek it out (or never at all in most cases). And while there’s guides for these looser types of writing, as well, it’s important to know you can just say FUCK ALL and bastardize the rules that were beat into your brain by red pens all your life.

Make up words. A paragraph can be one sentence, one word, or a whole damn monologue. Run-on sentences can be a style choice. Make a chapter one line. Use capitalization however you see fit. Start sentences with conjunctions. Be abstract in imagery. Forget commas exist and keep using ‘and’ instead (<- my favorite). Fragments can be fire. Create your own voice in the remnants of a burned language.

Learning the rules also means knowing how and when to break them. So break them to tell your story the way you want.

This will be my second post on here! So, here are my sbg headcannons:)

Taylor+Aiden gossip besties and sometimes they drag Ash and/or Logan with them

Taylor LOVES K-pop and always tries to teach the others dances.

Ash EATS every single time

Aiden is actually really good(like suspiciously good) (did he practice beforehand?)

Ben and Logan are decent but not great

Tyler couldn’t stand on one leg to save his life there is NO WAY he’s getting through K-pop choreo

They were all hanging out one day and Logan just started crying because he was so grateful for all of them

Logan+Ash siblings go

Logan has a different flower assigned to each member of the group and doodles them whenever he’s missing the others

Ben knows how to do hair(because of lily) and Taylor and Ash always have amazing hairstyles after hanging out with him

The group is trying their best to learn ASL so they can communicate with Ben more easily

Tyler has broken at least 5 bones in his life

Aiden has broken none

Ben almost died once because he fell asleep with wired earbuds in and choked himself

Party rock anthem once played at a school dance. They never recovered.

Aiden can do a backflip

Aiden can’t write. Not like he’s fully unable to do the act of writing but like, he can’t write an essay. Partly because he looses motivation and concentration half way through and partly because it’ll just be incomprehensible by the end.

The twins 100% have abandonment issues

Aiden owns a katana

The twins totally have a secret handshake

They also most definitely had a case of cryptophasia

Logan got increasingly more strange as the group got to know him

throws up

Never lose sight of why you started