I hate those stories/movies, whatever, where a family, or like a lonely parent and a child, or whomever, moves from a big city like LA or NY, to some small town in the middle of nowhere, so they can learn lessons about life. I just can’t stand that. You can learn plenty about life from living in a large city, you don’t have to move to some farm in some tiny town in the middle of America to learn about the value of life or hard work, or whatever the story is trying to teach. I don’t like when movies/stories try to make certain parts of America better, or more valuable, than other parts. Small towns are not inherently better or more American than big cities, they’re just not. Everywhere has value, and can teach you something.

And this is coming from someone whose grandparents grew up on farms, whose great-grandparents had farms and whose family farmed for 300 years, literally, in America and Europe. I grew up in a small, Midwestern, American town, and I learned more life lessons in other places than I ever did from my “All-American” town. I guess I just wish this would stop being a thing, it really bothers me. 

Sorry for this. End of rant. 

"MuggleNet Fan Fiction’s AudioFictions" Episode 194: "Miss Fortune Teller"

The MerMuggles turn to the winners of MuggleNet Fan Fiction’s Quicksilver Quill awards for two brand new stories on this week’s episode of AudioFictions, as Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil attempt to peek into their futures in episode 194, “Miss Fortune Teller.”


Madame X

The old palm reader held my hand very tightly as she asked me for my thoughts on the subject of fear.

I told her, “Fear has a distinct smell, like metal mixed with old tea.”

"Aah," she said, her eyes twinkling. "And what does fear look like?”

"It looks like an old fortune teller," I replied, "one who has just discovered that she is not going to be getting paid for her services."

As expected, the palmist quickly freed me from her viselike grip.

Gotcha,” I quipped as I laid a twenty on the table between us.

Shaking her head with the hint of a smile, she took my hand once again, only this time, she held it gently.

Azuki Lynn


Based on Torture by Les Frictions x

I stood there, surrounded by the hopeful faces of my fans, gazing up at me in awe, their idol, singing my praises, but I couldn’t even recognise their expressions, unable to hear the sounds of their applause, trapped in silence with the demon sitting on my shoulder, staring at them all with a look of fiendish delight, as if deciding who to devour first.

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Poignant art project reveals the hidden meanings behind strangers’ tattoos

Illustrator Wendy MacNaughton and writer Isaac Fitzgerald want to know what your tattoo means.

Tattoos are enchanting; they render the body as art. Fitzgerald has been sharing these mini-artworks, first on Tumblr (penandink) and now in book form created alongside his co-author and illustrator, whom he first met in a San Francisco bar. MacNaughton, Fitzgerald said, is “an incredible artist who told stories through her illustrations in a way [he] had never seen before”: “Once, while she I were sharing I drink, I talked about wanting to help people tell their tattoo stories, with illustrations of the art they wore instead of photographs. I thought it was a dumb idea, but Wendy convinced me that it wasn’t (God bless her), and Pen & Ink was born.”

 ”Every story is unique and powerful”

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The End.
—  Christian, Moulin Rouge