(maybe not great literature but i still think this book is important)

10 Tips for Writing (Good) Smut

so. let’s do this.

About a year ago, I had to read a book for my school’s summer reading assignment called How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas Foster. It’s not a bad book, pretty decent actually, but there was this one chapter about sex scenes in literature. And one of the first sentences was along the lines of “writing sex is boring.”

and I did a double-take. Bc in my experience, that is absolutely not the case, and if you do find yourself bored while writing smut, then you’re not doing it right. See, Thomas’s main argument was that there’s only so many ways you can write sex scenes, because there’s only so many sex acts you can choose from. (My boy Thomas is clearly a vanilla dude, but let’s not hold that against him.) 

But one of the most important things to keep in mind while writing smut is that it’s not necessarily just about the act itself. So while Thomas is right that there are limits as to how many ways ppl can have sex, he failed to realize that writing sex is about a LOT more than that. And I’m gonna prove it to you.

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May I just say that I LOVE Rick Riordan? Not for any other reason than the amazing characters he creates:
-Percy Jackson: a boy with ADHD and dyslexia. If you didn’t know, Uncle Rick originally created Percy like this for his son Haley who also has ADHD and dyslexia. But also, Percy comes from an abusive household. Smelly Gabe, even though he, from what I can gather, never hit Percy, nor did he hit Sally while Percy was around, but he was verbally, economically and emotionally abusive toward both Sally and Percy. And Percy overcame that.
-Annabeth Chase: a girl, also with ADHD and dyslexia, who came from a family who she thought hated her. So she ran away. And found a new family. She ended up losing that new family by the time she was twelve. She believes that she can rebuild the world, and make it better. And in a way, she does.
-Grover: a satyr that, when originally introduced to us, is disabled. Even though we find out he’s not, he still has flaws. He has made mistakes, and he feels inadequate. He overcomes this and becomes a member of the Council of Cloven Elders.
-Thalia Grace: a girl who comes from an alcoholic home. She lost her brother, and ran away. She ended up turning into a tree, but came back from that. She became the lieutenant to Artemis.
-Rachel Elizabeth Dare: a girl who comes from a rich home, but just doesn’t like it. She loves the earth despite her father’s company trying to destroy it. She can see through the Mist, and becomes the Oracle of Delphi.
-Jason Grace: a boy forced to grow up too soon. He was two when he was abandoned, then he made his way to being praetor at 15, maybe younger. He never knew his family, and always wanted to bring about change. He was looked on as a hero, but didn’t feel like it inside.
-Piper McLean: a girl raised by a movie star. She disliked being tied to that name, hated the idea of being beautiful. She made herself blend in, except when she stole. Or convinced them to let her have it. She overcomes her insecurities, and becomes beautiful, not through her mother, but through her own power.
-Leo Valdez: a Hispanic boy who grew up with a loving mother, and then accidentally caused her death. He grew up in the foster system, being funny to try and cover up the pain of his loss. He didn’t like looking back, but Camp made him. He grew into his power, and fell in love. Now, he’s mature, and a leader.
-Hazel Levesque: a girl who grew up when it was a sin to be black. New Orleans, in the forties. Her mother seemed to hate her, and she was an outcast. The one boy she loved she never saw. She died, then came back to life. She grew into her powers and made herself new. She started fresh, and now she has found love, and can shape the world however she sees fit.
-Frank Zhang: a Chinese Canadian who lost his mother to a war. He was clumsy, he didn’t fit in. He hated himself. He went to the old country, where he fought and became what he was originally meant to be: A warrior.
Also: The majority of these characters come from single parent homes.
But that’s just PJO, HoO, and ToA. Let’s talk about other series for a second:
Kane Chronicles:
-Carter and Sadie are MIXED RACE. It is canon. Their dad is African American and their mom is British white. Again, that’s not something that really happens a lot in literature, period.
-Carter traveled a lot, he had no permanent home. He was really lonely, and very close to his dad.
-But seriously, even in modern society just imagine how hard it is to be mixed race. You’re not one or the other, you’re both, which also means that you’re neither.
-Sadie grew up with her grandparents, being rebellious and just not wanting to be in England. She wanted to travel with dad, and when he died, it was hard on both of them.
And Magnus Chase:
-Magnus Chase: a boy who loved his mother, and grew up on the streets after she died. He was actually similar to Leo in his back story. He had a rich uncle, but he hated money, hated being confined. Then he died, and now he’s grown to accept himself.
-Samirah al Abbas: a Muslim girl shown in a POSITIVE LIGHT AND DO YOU REALIZE HOW IMPORTANT THAT IS RIGHT NOW WITH ALL THE PEOPLE HATING MUSLIMS???? And in Hammer of Thor, she PRAYS!!!!!! Like do you realize how beautiful this is? She doesn’t believe in the gods as gods, but as creations of Allah. Like, she is one of my favorite characters.
-Blitzen: a guy of unknown sexuality who loves fashion. The best part about this is that Blitz is not openly straight, gay or otherwise. He is just a dwarf who loves fashion, and this proves that you don’t have to be gay to love fashion.
-Hearthstone: HE’S DEAF! Do you realize how many deaf kids will read this and realize how cool it is to be what they are??? A lot, is what I hope. It’s just so refreshing to see a disability like this shown in a positive light. Also, he comes from a home where he is made fun of for his disability. It is shown that he has it hard for being the way he is, which I also think is important. It is important to show that people can overcome people who think they’re stupid for not being like everyone else.
In conclusion, Uncle Rick has taken the time to write amazing, beautiful, powerful, unconventional characters that we love. And it’s important that these are good characters, protagonists, because then we love them, and see that unconventional is good.

Title: patience (or lack thereof)
Summary: Exasperated by the slow process of Sasuke and Sakura getting together, Kakashi and Naruto discuss their relationship.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: An Outsider’s Point of View
Rating: K
A/N: I tried to get this out for ssmonth but couldn’t manage to before a very important visit arrived! Oh well, at least I still whipped this out ahhaa. I think many of you will love this one :)

“Those two are impossible.”

Never looking up from his forever-favored little orange novel, Kakashi merely hummed in reply, distractedly stirring his chopsticks into his miso soup’s steaming broth. “Give them time, Naruto,” he drawled. “It’s only been six months since he came back from his journey.”

But his former student didn’t seem to feel the same, throwing his arms up expressively. “Exactly, Kaka-sensei—it’s been six months!” he exclaimed. Naruto leaned his head back against the frame of the chair, groaning hopelessly. “What the hell is Sasuke doing?”

At this, Kakashi glanced at him, lips tugging lightly under his mask. Naruto only proceeded to lean forward again and shove a handful of noodles into his mouth, features annoyed. It was just like him to get frustrated that things weren’t moving along fast enough between his two best friends.

“Sasuke is healing and trying to put his life back in order,” Kakashi calmly settled to explain, returning to his beloved book. He absentmindedly poked at a piece of grilled eggplant. “He’s spent years away from us on a path that he knows now did neither him nor anyone else any good, and now he’s trying to come to terms with all that.”

A snort of pure disbelief sounded beside him. “Oh come on, he’s had two years to work through that—and you know he’s been doing great lately!”

That was true enough. Still, Kakashi simply shrugged in response. “Maybe not well enough to his standards.”

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The Right Words (Davey x Reader)

W/C: 1261

@musi-xals requested some Davey but I needed a soulmate AU so HEERE YOU GO

Dedicated to Kelly, @earlyjunes, @sincerlyyme, and the rest of my Davey lovers out there!!


As a Newsie, former student, and avid reader, Davey Jacobs knew just how important the right words were. He understood that words held the key to things like a sharp mind and a happy heart.

Despite this, he always found himself boggled and frustrated by the single word on his wrist: your name.

It was bold, typewriter font. It reminded him of a headline, the headline of the most interesting and intricate story. He liked to think that he’d sell fresh out of that story, even if he bought every issue himself just to read about you again. Davey liked to trace the familiar letters with his finger under the dinner table, or sing your name under his breath as he stood on the street selling newspapers.He imagined doing things that he’d read young men do in novels. He wanted to buy you flowers, and take you out dancing, and take you by the waist and kiss you softly.

Only if you liked that kind of thing, though.


“Please, [name]. Just go buy the bread and then you can come right home and plop back into your chair. It would be a big help,” your mother begged. With a nod, you headed out with your novel under your arm- leaving the house without a good book was almost taboo, in your eyes.

It was nice outside, and not too busy on the street. You enjoyed the quiet as opposed to the usual bustling city sounds.

“You know, I really do hope you like to read, David,” you smiled to yourself, peering at your wrist as you opened to a random page. “It would be an absolute shame if you didn’t.” You giggled. You liked to imagine what your soulmate was like. Did he like picnics? Was he tall? How did he feel about eggnog? Was he a cat or a dog person?

Your mind was clouded with such thoughts as you walked along the sidewalk and read. Your parents scolded you for such a thing, but you knew you had it under control.

“Miss, watch out!” A young man warned suddenly, and you looked up at him. Time seemed to slow as you met his eyes before shutting your own, feeling yourself fall before coming to an abrupt stop.

“I’ve got you, miss. You can open your eyes.” The boy stood you upright, keeping his hand on your back.

You opened your eyes slowly, and he gave you two thumbs up. His eyes were soft and brown, warm and inviting. You could have gotten lost in them easily.

“Oh, Pride and Prejudice, huh?” He read the cover as he picked up your book and his newspapers, which he’d dropped as he went to catch you. “It’s quite the read,” he rubbed the back of his neck with an eager nod.

“Quite,” you repeated, happy to see someone who shared your taste in literature.

“I love novels like that. Then again, I really do enjoy an adventure from right here in New York. I guess it always has been the place where dreams come true, don’t you think, miss?” He took a solemn glance at the newspapers in his hand before shoving them in his bag.

“For some people, I guess. And please, call me [name],” you insisted.

The boy’s heart fluttered. That name. It sounded so much prettier rolling off of your tongue than any of the million times he’d sounded it out himself. Like an angel choir or a piano in a foyer.

But how was Davey to know that you were his soulmate? Anyone on the street could have that name, hypothetically speaking. Maybe the statistics didn’t make it extremely probable, but he knew it was possible. “I’m Davey,” he tipped his cap, studying your face for a reaction. You simply nodded, repeating the name in your head. It was close. So, so close.

“Nice to meet you, Davey,” you smiled politely.

The two of you stood in silence for a second, but as Davey went to fill it, he was interrupted by a small boy that had come running up to him.

“I’ve just sold my last pape!” He beamed.

“Its been a rough day, Les. I’ve still got four left.” Davey frowned, obviously discouraged by the fact.

“I’ve got it, big bro,” Les reassured, digging into his bag with a toothy grin and a wave before scurrying off.

“What a cutie!” You giggled, watching him fake pout at a man.

“Try living with him,” Davey chuckled. “Now, I should be getting home. Les works quick,” he started rummaging through his bag, pulling out a little book. “Try this,” he smiled.

You turned it over in your hands. It was The Count of Monte Christo.

“Wow… thank you. How will I return it to you?”

“I’m out here selling papers each and every day. Shouldn’t be that difficult. I’ve also got friends all over these streets. Just ask around for Davey Jacobs,” he nodded with a warm smile.

“Then I’ll see you around, Davey Jacobs.”

“It was nice meeting you, [name]”


You’d gotten the bread, and were comfortably curled up in your favorite chair. As Pride and Prejudice came to an end, you couldn’t help but glance at the book still sticking out of your bag. An amused smile graced your lips as you picked it up, fingers dancing along the spine. It was clear to see that Davey kept his books in a good condition, as they should be. You knew he’d make a great soulmate to some beautiful girl someday. He just wasn’t yours, it seemed.

You opened it to the inside cover, and you could have sworn your breath hitched. In the top left corner, it was neatly written in beautiful cursive.

David Jacobs

You let that sink in, trying to interpret what it meant. David was a common name. If you were his soulmate, wouldn’t he have said something when you introduced yourself? It just didn’t add up. And yet, you felt it. You felt the need to go see him. To hold him. To love him. You began formulating a plan to see him tomorrow, and the image of his gentle eyes and kind smile were burned into your busy mind.

The next morning, you set out on the streets of New York. You really didn’t think it would be as easy as it was, but there he stood on the street corner, fidgeting as he tried to sell the stack of newspapers in his arms.

“Could I have a paper?” You giggled, holding out a dime.

“[Name],” Davey gaped. His heart felt warm, and it showed. “You finished already?” He tilted his head in admiration. He was head over heels for you, and was set on you being his for the rest of time.

“Much better. I’ve got you a headline, it’ll sell those papers like hotcakes.” You took a step closer, making the boy confused. “This just in: David Jacobs unites with his soulmate, and they live happily ever after!” you gush, pulling up your sleeve and holding it out for him to see.

Davey binked once. Twice.

“Can I kiss you, miss?” He bit his lip, shifting a little.

You nodded, and next thing you knew, his soft lips touched yours. He held you gently, newspapers still in his arms, and he was more gentle than a feather on a blanket.

“This….I think this is my new favorite story,” Davey caught his breath, kissing his name on your wrist.

okay so this post is wrong but what the heck it’s a Tumblr post, right, it’s mostly a joke, only it’s so perfectly echoing an idea I’ve seen elsewhere too, from actual paid critics and academic critiques, that Hugo “wasn’t writing for emotional teenagers”, that he’d be horrified by fandom, that he was too High and Erudite for the likes of  screaming theater kids and emotional teenagers

y’all. Y’all. 

Victor Hugo knew what fandom was.  And he absolutely LOVED it. 

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[Femslash February]: Flowers

i feel like i’m just going to accept the fact that i’m going to be perpetually a day behind on these things. 

also this took forever to write im off my game today xD

Day 9: Flowers (Alyanette)

Words: 2200

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Previous: On Wheels] [Next: Sunlight]

One of the first things Alya learned about Marinette was that she doodled flowers when she was bored. 

They started off as small, blossoming roses in the corners of her notebooks that weren’t any larger than the tip of her pinky. If you left her to it for long enough, she’d wrap vines, leaves, ladybugs, caterpillars, bees, birds, clouds, and more flowers all around the margins of her book. Sometimes, she’d sneak her colored felt pens and highlighters to school and add in whorls of colors and outlandish patterns until her entire notebook page was covered with fields and gardens and windowsills dripping in plants. She’d always take a picture of it on her phone – to turn it into an embroidery, or a screen print for a t-shirt, or a design for a book cover – and pout pitifully for Alya to send her copies of her notes. 

It blended seamlessly into the normality that was Marinette – the color pink, pigtails, the smell of bread, pinpricks on fingertips, different nail polish everyday, humming music under her breath, and doodling flowers in class. 

One day, Alya’s hand was right next to Marinette’s notebook, and Marinette continued the doodle from the edge of the page onto the back of Alya’s hand. Alya raised a brow when she started, but shrugged when Marinette asked if it bothered her. As far as idiosyncracies went, Marinette’s were all rather harmless. Besides, it was rather nice to take notes with one hand and feel the light brush of Marinette’s pen sketching away against her other. 

It always took three washes in the shower to get all the pen out, and her mother kept worrying her with folk knowledge about skin cancer and ink poisoning, but Alya didn’t like showing up to school the next day with the sketches still on her arm. It almost felt like her duty to give Marinette a blank canvas everyday, to encourage her darling little habits that were secretly the highlight of Alya’s day. 

“Why flowers?” she asked Marinette as she added yellows and oranges to the sunflowers she was drawing along the vein inside of her wrist. 

Marinette tapped the end of her pen against Alya’s nose. “Pretty flowers for a pretty lady.”

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About the hate on Cassandra Clare

Honestly guys
What the hell
I mean ok, maybe I missed something and if I did please correct me, I am not an idiot who’s totally fixated on my opinion but open to discuss things politely.
Anyway, the amount of Hate on CC I see everywhere is ridiculous and so are the reasons.
I mean ok let’s go through the list
1. CC being a copy cat, City of bones being vaguely based of twilight fan fiction
I mean are you all for real that this is a reason to hate on someone? We all know city of bones has nearly nothing to do with twilight and Stephanie Meyer herself loves her?? Are you as a fandom hating someone because they wrote fan fiction ? Because that’s just stupid
2. Alec being biphobic in the books
I know Alec said some shitty things but let’s be real, he was just generally jealous and insecure. And it’s not Cc’s opinion, hello in what world is this women biphobic she created so many amazing bi characters. She only showed us a problem that exists in real life, shitty comments bi people hear all the time, and Alec /also tried to consideberly shorten Magnus lifetime/ at this point he was behaving awfully and Magnus broke up with him. Later on there was character development and we clearly see he changed a lot and I think the representation of these issues is important. It’s the same with a lot of other things so say it with me people : an author writing someone with problematic opinions doesn’t mean the author has them and if the opinion is shown as bad then it’s a good thing it was included. ( honestly as a bi person myself I like that things like that are being included because people tend to act like gay people can never be problematic against anyone which isn’t true )
3. The lgbt+ characters being less important and having less character traits. Seriously? Have the haters ever read any interviews or know what real life is like? The books came out 10 years ago. How many good obvious lgbt+ literature is 10 years old? Not much. Especially if it’s for teens and in this genre. She wanted to give them more attention but she couldn’t. Her books wouldn’t have the same success because people would tell others not to buy them, a lot of libraries would ban them etc. It was hard and she still did it because she thought it was important and she left out pieces ( like the time where malec is on vacation) to write them better and longer when people would be more accepting. She also said she wanted it to still be available for the kids who would need it so she couldn’t make it that much of a big deal, which is shitty because the world is. She’s also following through with filling I the Blancs. I mean there are 5 lgbt+ main characters in the dark artifices as far as we know, the wicked powers and the last hours will have at least 2, the eldest curses has malec as main couple with everything revolving around them so your argument is invalid.
4. The TV
I love the TV show I really do, and I know it wasn’t a good idea of her to hate on it, but you have to understand how hard it is for authors to see their work changed that much. And let’s all be real with each other the first couple of episodes weren’t the best, and she has only seen those. But an author who is still writing on a series can’t just watch content of the world and the characters that’s this different because it might affect her writing, give her ideas and maybe just really make her a copy cat in the end which she is trying to avoid.
To all the people saying the characters are better in the show and that’s why CC is hate worthy: ?what? She created these characters. ( I myself love the book and the show characters separately because yes they are different but I love them all) So in your opinion the show improved the characters or maybe changed them completely in a good way . Great. Amazing.
Maybe you dislike them in the books but like them in the show. Good for you the more characters to love the better. No reason to hate on a real person.

I think that’s it feel free to add things, correct me and discuss this

Fantasy Daddy Simulator -- Final Fantasy XV x Dream Daddy Headcanons (Part 3)

PHEW! I think this is my last installment for now in the FFXV x DDADDS headcanons for you all. c: I decided to just go with three of these dad dudes in this one, since there are a few that I thought about but ultimately decided to skip on. Need more information! Or some of them were briefly mentioned as it is in the other headcanons and that type of thing. Gosh, these were fun to write! Perhaps I’ll write more about these headcanons in drabbles or more individualistic headcanons about them. If you all are interested in either one of those. c;

For now though, enjoy the last part of the FDS headcanons, my friends! Thanks for letting me write and share these with you all~


  • Let’s add about 15-20 years on these boys. Give them time for the children to grow older.
  • Let’s also say they live in that cul-de-sac area just like from Dream Daddy.
  • And the children are just me throwing dumb thoughts your way. Because yay for thinking up of headcanons (and child characters unmentioned!).


Featuring: Nyx Ulric, Titus Drautos, and Dino Ghiranze

PART ONE – Featuring Noctis, Prompto, Ignis, and Gladio
PART TWO – Featuring Ravus, Ardyn, Loqi, and Cor

Nyx Ulric – Adoptive Father, Father of One Girl and Two Boys

Likes: Being the Hero, Smoking, Watching TV and Napping, Busting A Sick Dance Move
Dislikes: Guys Hitting on His Daughter, People Who Yell at Him, Having to Pay Per View

  • Nyx Ulric is a man married to his job as a police officer. There’s nothing that could be avoided about that with Police Commander breathing down his neck about Nyx doing his work so he can go home to his kids.
  • But the thought of that was really nice, Nyx thought to himself. To be able to go home and see his kids, kiss his spouse on the cheek, and just be able to have a good family life instead of going back to his crusty apartment. Not that he’d have a spouse anytime soon. Unless their name was the LPD, that is.
  • However, when he found himself investigating a series of domestic violence calls to a single address, he knew that the married life was a lot harder than it looked. He arrived and managed to get the parents away from the children, arresting both parents as the little girl held her face to cover her black-eye.
  • After having taken the kids back to the precinct, he was supposed to get their statements and then find a guardian who would take them. But no guardians were known in the area, and it seemed like the kids were refusing to go in the first place. The only one who could calm them down was Nyx.
  • So Commander Fleuret let out a sigh and asked Nyx if he can let the kids stay at his apartment to calm down and avoid being scared at the police station even more than before. Nyx agreed, but he’d need to clear out all of those empty beer bottles in his place first. Oops. Those aren’t for kids!

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How to Write A Long Paper (Over 25 Pages)

You’ve been assigned a paper, and the required page count is astronomical. Even if your assignment isn’t supposed to tally around 25 pages long, you can apply these techniques to any paper length, regardless of whether you’re apprehensive of writing over 5 pages or whether you’re facing a 20 page thesis. The longest paper I’ve written was around 34 pages long, and here are the tips and tricks I’ve learned to be able to write not only more than 20-25 pages, but to write it well. 

• Your Subject/Thesis:

1. either you have been assigned a specific topic (ex: human population growth statistics for the past 25 years in Asia),

2. a general topic or question with a wide parameter (ex: a development of a culture throughout time)

3. or a free choice (ex: you choose what you’re writing about).

Regardless of what type of topic you were assigned, the MOST important facet of writing an extremely long paper (or just a long paper in general) is to go as in-depth as you possibly can.  

Preferably, your topic has a lot of information to work with, but that info might not pop up on the first page of google. It’s likely that you’ll have to compile articles and knowledge from lots of different sources: online platforms, podcasts, books, etc. You’re not just writing a summary of an event or theory anymore, you’re dissecting it, and you have to make that material stretch out for a very, very long time. Now that you know that you have to go as in depth as possible, we can go through the steps that need to be taken to write an engaging 25 pages. 

 +++Step 1: The Research

 The main building block of a well written and eloquent paper, regardless of the length of the essay, is solid research that is essential to making sure that your paper is both 1. Good and 2. Easier to write. 

 Compile as many sources as possible. If you think you have too many, you probably have the correct amount. Books and online articles are basic sources of information, but podcasts, videos, and documentaries can also be useful, and potentially even more effective. When you’ve decided to use something as a source, write down all of the details pertinent to its citation, and make sure that you keep track of everything you’re using. At this point, you’ve read lots of books and you’re ready to work on your thesis. 

+++Step 2: Developing a Working Thesis 

 This is one of the most important steps; a good thesis will set you on the path to success. A good thesis consists of a complex theory that connects several different ideas together. Here’s an example of a thesis for a paper that was 11 pages long: 

 “The modern cultural tide, including mass media and rapid fire innovation, is reminiscent of the decades of Victorian Spiritualism, and both eras include major social changes, which have been enabled through mystical developments, and thus proved that the pinnacle of humanity is defined by the capacity for idealism”. 

 ^ I wrote this about 10 months ago. Is it great? No! In retrospect, I could have structured it more effectively and the density of the material isn’t suited for 11 pages- it would be better for 20-25. There are other issues too- splitting it up into two sentences would have been better. However, that deep of a theory is necessary for a long paper that will hold its own. 

 A thesis can be configured into an equation, for my math- minded friends out there. 

 (Main point 1) + (Main Point 2) + (Main Point 3) = Major Theme of Paper.

 If you’re writing a shorter paper, then maybe you only need two main points. But the main points are three areas of interest that make up your thesis. In the example from an old paper above, the equation would be: 

 Modern Cultural Tide + Victorian Spiritualism + Social Changes = The Discovery of what makes us Human.

 I had added in some smaller points in there too, like mass media and mystical developments because they were also big points in my paper that I couldn’t leave out of the thesis. However, it’s necessary that you can fill in the equation. 

+++Step 3: Developing an Outline 

 Once you have your thesis, don’t abandon your equation: you’ll be using it to create the outline for your paper. You’ve most likely heard of the system of formatting that includes the beginning, middle, and end: except, while you can use that basic setup for a short essay, for a longer paper it’s much more complicated. If I was going to write a long essay, this is the base format I use.

 1. Introduction 
 2. Main Point 1
 3. Main Point 2 
 4. Main Point 3 
 5. Major Point Connection
 6. Conclusion 

 Depending on the length of the essay, the amount of pages allocated to each section would vary. I would consider how much information I have for each main point, how many quotes I have from different sources for each segment, and the type of essay I’m writing- is it a scientific analysis, or is it a dissection of literature? From that base outline, I would then make a more detailed version that would predict my paper being over the page limit. 


 1. It’s better to have to cut out information than to need to add it last minute.

 2. If your professor will allow it, and if the information is still pertinent to your thesis, your paper will might be stronger if it is longer.

 3. You’ll probably get tired or slack on some part of the paper, or realize that you don’t have enough information for this page allotment so you would fall back into the desired page range anyway.

+++Step 4: Actually Writing the Damn Thing 

 You’ve got your research, you’ve got your thesis and outline- so now you’re going to buckle down with and get to work. First of all, don’t panic: you have everything planned out, down to a T, and you probably don’t have to worry about not having enough information to get to that page requirement. 

 Next, I recommend discerning what your PPH is. 

PPH stands for Pages Per Hour, which will help you calculate how long it will take you to write your first draft. Personally, I average between 1-3 pages per hour, depending on how many quotes I’m using and what part of the paper it is that I’m writing. If you calculate your PPH, you can set manageable goals and you’ll be able to achieve them, which will motivate you and keep you going. I’m not going to tell you how to write, or what sentence structures to use. But follow your outline to a T, and make sure you have a good grasp of the knowledge you’re writing about. 

 Most importantly, don’t expect too much of yourself. It’s unlikely that you’ll write 25 pages in 6 hours- and if you do, they’re probably not going to be good. You want your first draft to be as solid as possible, so if you’re going to spend a lot of time on something: make it be on the first draft. 

 When going over your completed first draft, keep these key questions in mind: 

1. Does it make sense? It sounds like common sense, but you’re the one who knows the information. Will your reader know what you’re talking about? Obviously, your professor/teacher probably will, but would a classmate? Or another student your age, but in a different major?

 2. Does it stray from the outline? And if so, does that benefit the paper, or detract from it? If you get a whim of inspiration on page 13 and insert another source, or have a realization while writing the conclusion on how this theory could be even more groundbreaking, you need to adjust your thesis to fit what you’ve decided to add. If you decide that it’s not worth it, then revert back to your outline. 

 3. Are there any glaring grammatical/structural errors? If so, fix them. And if there aren’t many glaring issues, analyze sentence structure, and ask someone else to read your paper. If you’re nearing the deadline and don’t have the time for a peer or professor to read it for you, then read it out loud to yourself- you’ll spot the errors more easily. 

+++Step 5: You’re done- not quite. 

 You’ve written the bulk of your paper, and you’ve finessed your word choice and shaven off stray sentences without abandon. But not so fast- if you haven’t formatted your paper yet, you need to do that now. If you haven’t created your works cited yet, hopefully you’ll have followed my advice in step 1 and you’ll have kept very good track of your sources. If you struggle to cite things correctly, use easybib. It’s a website that will create citations for you. 


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Thee rak (Part One)

Wordcount: 2.821

Genre: Fluff / Slice of Life

BamBam x Reader
Description: BamBam changes hair colour as much as he does with girls or clothes. However, there’s one thing that will never change: for him, you’ll always be his “Thee rak”.


Y/N: BamBam is driving me crazy. Hence I wrote this fluffy (sorta), romantic (SORTA) one shot cut in more parts (as always) because I’ve got too many feelings for him and I couldn’t hold back.

If someone wants to tell me its opinion you’re more than welcome, whatever kind of feedback is always appreciated  ^^

Hope you enjoy it!

P.S: Dedicated to M., ‘cause I kind of promised her and she deserves it (you already know the tons of reasons why and I won’t say anything else ‘cause you’re perfectly aware I’m like Patrick Swayze and his “Ditto” in “Ghost” when it comes to these things XD) You’re such a good person ^^ Forgive me if the main protagonist isn’t Jaebum, though T.T

*EDIT*: Thee rak is the correct Thai translation for “My love” so I changed it.

Part Two

The first time you met, BamBam’s hair was blond.

Messily pulled back, a bit sweat, and the thin fingers of a brunette -with her skirt up long enough to see her panties with strawberries- were running through it while his silly chuckle among whispered words filled the room.

Your bedroom, actually.

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mahnoorjahan-deactivated2017082  asked:

How do you feel about the pages in EOS where Aelin casually thinks of colonizing other countries and Rowan AGREES to it and boosts her on?

I mean, how do I /*feel*/ about it? As in how does is affect my enjoyment and support of SJM’s books?

basically like this: *shrugs*

And that’s because I’m really good at reading things and not being bothered by issues that tumblr thinks are problematic, and I’m also pretty good at enjoying literature that has a ton of problems because uh, that’s like, the entire point of literary criticism + the discipline i spent so long studying in college? I mean literary crit has saved my life as an historian and I’m deeply committed to the idea of textual analysis being the backbone of study for any humanity (srsly humanities students, every source is a fucking text that can be picked apart and analyzed until you die and it will improve your argument tenfold). So basically, I’m all for picking apart a text, because I enjoy doing so, but I’m also very skilled at not picking apart a text and just reading it and enjoying it. 

And I also think that books/texts do not need to be morally great and completely pc in order for us to enjoy them or in order for them to be deemed readable. I mean like…take Wuthering Heights for example. I ship the shit out of cathy and heathcliff (and if all else perished and he remained i should still continue to be like FUCK ME UP EMILY ugh so good), but i also acknowledge that its just about the most unhealthy problematic ass relationship every written. she is a literal demon??? he is also horrid. but i still adore them and the relationship and am very good at separating the things i like in literature from what i expect/want for myself and the world in real life

So in terms of Aelin’s colonization that means two things:

1) if she were to colonize, I’d probably be annoyed because I’m very against colonization irl and as an historian who lived in england I am sort of familiar with how shitty it is for the countries who are colonized (in that i have seen how england continues to treat them and their concerns and its very…sad and fucked up). i was at oxford during the year of rhodes must fall, and i was uh, for the rhodes falling side of the argument. like frankly i think we should ritualistically burn every statue of cecil rhodes in an enormous bonfire meant to summon satan from the depths of hell to come collect his blood stained soul but that’s a discussion for another time. however, aelin is not cecil rhodes, and she isn’t colonizing any real world country, and if SJM chose to have aelin colonize anywhere, I can imagine we would see Aelin bring peace and prosperity wherever she went b/c this is SJM’s universe and she can make whatever decisions she wants regardless of if they are realistic or not. And I’m cool with that. Fantasy is fantasy is fantasy. I’d be annoyed and roll my eyes but ultimately it would not affect my enjoyment of the book (and frankly no piece of media you consume is going to be unproblematic. but there are so many good parts of tog and acotar, good parts that have helped me survive and have made me feel accepted. and those good parts far outweigh the problems i have with the books)

2) and secondly…i kinda…disagree with the idea that Aelin is casually mentioning colonizing. In fact, I think this bit of text plays an important role in character development and the whole idea of having so much power that it corrupts. I’ll paste some analysis of this that I’ve done in the past bc I’m too lazy to do it again from scratch (anything below was written in response to another post, so it’s not directed at your ask specifically, but it does explain my feelings on this issue):

Let’s look specifically at the bit where Aelin says “For a heartbeat, she could see it- here face carved into statues…” Clearly this part is Aelin having grand dreams. Just…imagining what it would be like to be queen of the world. To have all that power.

Lets also consider how…afraid Aelin was/is of her own powers. How long it took her to accept that part of herself. How much she struggles with the burden of being the fire bringer. Great power = great responsibility (lol spiderman I’m sorry). Aelin was afraid of that responsibility. And i think…that she was also afraid of what it might do to her? Of how using her powers might make her hunger for more power and glory? And I think thats what we are seeing here. She’s admitting that parts of herself- for a heartbeat, for a literal second- want power and glory and fame. She’s admitting that she has that capability, that she has it within herself to hunger for extreme power and rule. Let’s not pretend like that isn’t within many of us as well.

But then, almost immediately, she thinks that these ides are “stupid and useless.” and she also says “Even wondering about the possibilities…perhaps it made her no better than Maeve or Erawan.” She’s fully acknowledging that thinking about colonization is not a good thing. She understands that it makes her like her enemies. Frankly, this is a really realistic thing for Sarah to include? Are we all just going to sit here and act like if we had tremendous power and were Queens that some of us wouldn’t be tempted by the power of expansion? Of gaining more power? Of course we would be! Not everyone, but some of us. Some of us would want power and fame and glory. But wanting something for a second before realizing how bad it is (what Aelin does here) is NOT the same thing as doing it.

Sure, maybe this scene is a bit…off putting, but I also think that it is a) realistic given the amount of power Aelin has and b) a problem we see a lot of fantasy heroes face. They always struggle with balancing power with…goodness. And they struggle with not letting their power make them corrupt. This is just an instance in which we see Aelin struggling with the same thing.

The temptation to do the wrong thing with power is not the issue, or the problem. What the hero actually does with said power is the issue. And do we see Aelin colonize in this book?? Nope. Nah.

Finally, I’d like to analyze the bit where she mentions giving her people kingdoms. I think it’s important that we think of how this relates to Terrasen specifically. The kingdom essentially does not exist. The people of Terrasen are homeless. They have nothing. No nationality, no kingdom, no identity. Aelin is specifically thinking about giving them everything she could in this moment. She’s thinking about conquering places specifically for her people. Of course, the reason behind colonization doesn’t matter, but it is important, for a character who rejected her destiny and responsibility, to finally start thinking about doing things for her country. I doubt Aelin actually *will* colonize, especially given that she BLATANTLY ADMITS IT WOULD MAKE HER LIKE MAEVE AND WHY WOULD SHE WANT TO DO SOMETHING LIKE MAEVE, but I do think that this scene functions as a way to show the reader the lengths she is now willing to do for her country and people.

Also, this scene sets up a pretty essential parallel between Aelin, Maeve, and Erawan. We need to know that our heroine is on the same level of power as her adversaries. And as I have already discussed, power does not come for free, and without the temptation to use it in the wrong way. Aelin needs to be faced with the same issue that someone like Maeve was faced with—do you use your power for good, or for evil? Do you let it corrupt you or do you resist the temptation?—so that we can see her make the right choice, the choice diametrically opposed to Maeve’s choice, and so that we perceive her as being as powerful as Maeve is. The potential for both good and evil is not unique to Aelin or Maeve, but it is a problem compounded by the amount of power they each have. Any good choice Aelin makes has more power to do goodness in the world than a good choice that someone like Chaol makes. Similarly, any evil choice she makes does more evil than an evil choice that someone like Chaol makes. Aelin’s struggle with good and evil within herself is necessarily more pronounced than any other character’s. Any character with as much power as Aelin or Maeve needs to face this problem, otherwise we would just have characters who had immense power and always used it for good and were never tempted by evil or whatever and that would be…unrealistic in the extreme, and not a satisfying story.

The capacity to do evil, and speak of evil, and think of evil, is not the same thing as doing evil. That’s a trait that all of us have in us. But what we actually choose to do, those are the things that matter.

anonymous asked:

Hi Hannah! My mom is against me reading YA fiction. She thinks books like Throne of Glass and other SJM books are a waste of time. Do you have any tips on how to convince her that YA books are meaningful/worth reading?

HAHA! I have so many opinions on this and it usually turns into me getting out my soapbox. But I’ll spare you my rant and just go with two of my biggest points when people knock YA.

1.) The ONLY reason it’s not considered to be “high brow” literature or “worth” reading is HONEST TO GOD because it’s a genre dominated by writers with vulvas and vaginas. I’m serious. Think about all the books we had to read in school. Now count the number of female authors and the number of male authors. I bet you can remember at least 10 male authors and maybe, maaaaybe 1 female author.

We are deeply, deeply imbedded in the patriarchy and most of us don’t even realize it. Hate for YA is, to an extent, unrecognized misogyny. You should be encouraged to read books written by women and CERTAINLY by women who DOMINATE their field. These authors are successful and brilliant and anyone who tells you, especially if you’re a girl, not to read books written by brilliant, successful women needs to check themselves. Because the alternative is: “women should read books written by brilliant, successful men.” And….that’s all kinds of fucked up. Right?

2.) YA is a legitimate! But because it’s dominated by women, it (as with all things women dominate) is not seen as legitimate. By YA teaches us about life and to use our imaginations at a time in life when hormones and responsibility and navigating our way in the world all start to collide at once. YA (especially fantasy imo) offers a genre that’s relatable, easy to understand, and that offers role models we (especially women) DO NOT GET in media in the real world. And that fucking important. How many television shops and movies and comic books and other genre books etc. etc. have you seen/engaged with that star men or women written by men? How great for boys to be able to absorb role models that kick ass but what about the rest of us?

4.) People who knock YA just don’t understand what it is or does. And I know this point is basically the same as the two above points but YA knocking makes me so mad. For a long time, it was such a snooty thing to do to knock YA. And lots of smart people knocked it (and still do) because they’re only able to think about literature through the eyes of 20th century writing and curriculum that had authors like Hemingway and Steinbeck and Shakespeare in the canon of “legitimate literature.” And hooray for men. Really. They had every advantage in life to be considered “great writers” or “great” at anything they did. But things change. And just because no one wants to read the shit men vomit onto the page these days DOES NOT MEAN THE STUFF WOMEN WRITE ISNT GOOD. Ugh.

I’m getting mad the more I think about this and I can feel this argument start to dissolve into rage. So I need to stop. But think about how female doctors are always introduced as “Dr. Jen Gunter” but men are introduced as “Dr. Smith” LIKE WHAT?! And ALSO: shows like Sex and the City get a bad reviews or never win awards because there about women and women’s lives. But shows about men (ex: Mad Men) are seen as “genius” and “cutting edge” and all this bullshit when, let’s be real, it’s a show about sexism and powerful men. It’s annoying that we as a culture can’t look at women living their lives or dominating their fields and see them as left and qualified and killin’ the game, but when a man feeds us his privilege and mind vomit were all supposed to bend the knee and praise his genius. 😑😑😑😑😑 come on. No thanks!

I’d just be like “so, Mom, like, you’d rather I read books by men about men? Or worse books by men about women?” (Very rarely does that ever happen well. Let’s be real!) or you could be like “Mom, no offense but you’re of a different generation and it would be unfair of me to expect you to understand by YA is a legitimate genre, but just know that it is and that times changes. So please refrain from trying to tel me this isn’t a legit genre. It is.” (That’s an asshole thing to say but I’m too mad to make it nicer. LOL) or you could be like “Mom, you know how you ask me if your outfits are ok to leave the house in because you understand that your fashion sense is dated and that my own is not? Well this is the same thing. The 20th century didn’t value female writers but now, in the 21st century, things are changing and women are valued as writers.” Or maybe “no offense Mom, but your argument seems….a little….anti-women.”

Or dude. Just buy your mom your fave YA book for her birthday. Then be like “you should try t before to knock it. Let’s discuss when you’re done reading.” 😂 maybe she’ll fall in love with it and will forget her bias.

God sorry I’m too mad to be that helpful. This argument is honestly a tad by triggering for me because i encounter it a LOT and it’s one of those things that I find myself inventing arguments for in my head when I’ve nothing else to do. Like to prepare quality comebacks for future situations. BAHAHA

Is Genre a Four-Letter Word?

Here are the plots to three novels: can you tell which are fantasy novels?

* The son of a twisted duke is killed in a bizarre accident, and his innocent fiancée finds herself a prisoner of a haunted castle, pursued by the duke himself. Only the strange, twisting corridors of Otranto can save her now, where statues cry bloody tears and giant helmets exact their unholy revenge.

* A sailor is shipwrecked on an island and wakes up to find that ant-sized people have captured him. They dub him the “Man Mountain” and force him to do various menial tasks (like saving the entire kingdom with his own urine), until, terrified by his potential power, decide to kill him and parcel off his body to various parts of the kingdom. But the “Man Mountain” has other ideas…

* Two knights are captured in battle and thrown into a dungeon for life. Through the bars, they glimpse a garden outside tended by a beautiful woman: both of them fall madly in love with her, and vow eternal hatred on the other, since only one can lay claim to her heart. Eventually, one knight is pardoned while the other manages through subterfuge to escape. Once free, the second knight prays to Mars to assure him victory, while the other prays to Venus; both god and goddess grant each one success in love and battle. This causes quite a debate in Olympus, and Jupiter has to stand in judgment as to which lover will live with the maiden—and which will die in defeat.

So which are the fantasy novels? The answer is simple: none of them. Each one is a work of “classic literature” published by academic presses and used in tens of thousands of high school and college classrooms each year. The first one, and the trickiest, comes from Walpole’s early gothic novel, The Castle of Otranto (1764). The second, a little more familiar to most, is from Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels (1726). And the final one, a plot which the author borrowed, and which Shakespeare also stole for a very late play, is from “The Knight’s Tale,” the very first installment of The Canterbury Tales (1476). So search as you will through the fantasy and science fiction section of the bookstore (or clicking through the same section in Amazon), you won’t find a single copy of these books. They’re all great literature, classics, poetry, or the more popular term, literary fiction.

And yet, if someone borrowed one of those plots today to weave together a novel where an astronaut lands on a strange planet of tiny aliens who abduct him, would that also be literary fiction? Or even just “fiction”? No, it would be science fiction, genre fiction, and to some people, merely “pulp fiction.” The same is true for any number of books with knights, haunted castles, shipwrecked sailors, or indeed, most works set in the ancient past. Fantasy. Juvenile literature. Maybe Young Adult at best. The implication is that these plots aren’t sufficiently literary to engage our minds or to make us think, feel, and examine the “human drama” that continues to be enacted.

Unless, of course, a book sells particularly well…then people start hedging their bets. The Harry Potter books, for example, have always held a respected place in the fantasy section…though you can also find them in Young Adult and mainstream fiction (depending on the bookstore). Or what about The Martian? Basically Robinson Crusoe set on Mars…yet you will rarely find it in the science fiction section. No, it’s “fiction” through and through. Why? Simply because it sells well and people like it—and that goes for people who have never watched an episode of Star Trek or read ten pages of Dune. So if a plot doesn’t doom a novel to a specific genre, why is that so often the case in traditional publishing? Why isn’t Frank Herbert (who wrote the Dune books) also found in fiction, when his books are more complex and interesting than The Martian, and why does J.K. Rowling get the literary mantle when it is forever denied to someone like Clifford Simak or Robert E. Howard (both of whom have sold countless books themselves)?

(Herbert’s Dune series pictured above).

In the end, the problem lies with the bugbear of “realism,” which is hilarious given that we’re talking about fiction. If a book isn’t sufficiently realistic then it is seen as less important, or less serious, than the more “sensible” books in the market. Even among the science fiction community, there is often great snobbery about books that don’t pay tribute to hard science and instead fall back on the softer science of Star Wars (I’ve heard day-long debates on whether or not ‘parsecs’ is a measurement of speed or distance—as in Han’s comment, “it made the Kessel Run in less than 5 parsecs”). The Martian is given a pass since it’s composed of wall-to-wall hard science—and very impressively, too. Yet Dune, which is far less technical when it comes to “folding space” is seen as a talky space opera which is more suitable for nerdy preteens than your local biology professor.

Of course, fantasy is also expected to worship at the altar of realism—we need psychologically believable characters who are always consistent and plausible (and preferably, anti-heroes). With realism goes an expectation of defying the conventional tropes, even if doing so becomes a convention in itself: every heroine is a badass, basically usurping the ‘male’ role and saving the day. Wonderful on the face of it, but what about a novel that goes back to older traditions and stories? The beauty of folklore and fairy tales is their defiant refusal to make sense: characters act strangely, as in a dream; events appear and disappear following their own logic, and it’s the work of the reader to stitch them together. God help the modern novelist who attempts such innovation! Surely there are some women who long to be princesses, or who would rather be magic users, or bards, or scholars? Does ever hero or heroine have to wield a sword to be “heroic”? Is kicking ass the only way to “kick ass”?

Worse still, if you use magic, it had better work like science! The idea that magic should follow strict rules and laws probably comes from role playing games, where it does by necessity…but this is storytelling! In the Arthurian Legends, does Merlin explain the logistics of his spellcraft? What about Circe? Do we see the actual recipe that goes into her spells transforming men into beasts? Of course not. It’s fiction, fantasy, make-believe. The sense of wonder and mystery that surrounds it is half the fun, and all the author’s intention (whoever they were). If magic existed, I imagine it would work differently for each person, much the way writing does. No one writes the same way, or understands exactly how it works. It just does. That’s why there are so many self-help books for authors, most of them contradicting each other. Would it be any different for magic and magicians?

While we all like to read a story and believe in it—Coleridge called it the “willing suspension of disbelief”—we can also take it too far. An agent once told me that Young Adult readers will only read a heroine that is the same age as they are, more or less. They want to see themselves in the novel, like wearing a costume and playing make-believe. I couldn’t disagree more. I never read to wear borrowed clothes. I read to be a spy—I want to peek on a world of wonders that I don’t personally take part in, and that looks nothing like myself. I don’t need to see myself writ large (or small) in a novel; I just want to experience something mysterious and divine, or else see the mysterious and divine in the world around me. Either one will do, but I’m not a literary narcissist; I want to read beyond and outside myself. And I don’t demand that the books make sense or follow the rules of my own world. I only ask for one thing and even that is negotiable: make me never want to close the book. Keep me turning the pages in wonder, delight, confusion, anger, and frustration. Any story that does that, in any genre, has done its work.

In conclusion, I will admit that works of fantasy and science fiction (even if they’re not classified as such) tend to keep me turning the pages more than others. I read widely and in every possible style and genre, but nothing excites me more than a story set in the distant past or the far-flung future. These are stories that simply delight me. Even when they’re old, they seem brand new. The very cover of a castle enveloped by mist with twin moons on the horizon makes me eager to crack open the book and get lost in the pages. I wager that a lot of people would feel the same if we removed the stigma of genre of “fantasy” (or whatever other genre). Look at the run-away popularity of the Lord of the Rings movies; everyone seemed to love them, even people who would have gagged at the very sight of a hard bound copy of The Simarillion. Why? Because films are almost genre neutral, as we also see with superhero films (how many fans of Wolverine actually own any X-Men comics?); the point being, that when we look at books as books, and fiction as fiction, we expand our horizons. We look at stories, and not types or genres or categories.

Reading is fun. It makes life worth living. So why reduce it to a dry set of analytics or algorithms? Only a complete idiot thinks that numbers can encompass the diverse reasons that we read and value art. Or not “idiots”—that’s too strong a term. Let’s call them “people who don’t read books.”

For those interested in ace rep,

I have a book rec for you!!!

it’s called Tash Hearts Tolstoy and here are the basic facts:

  • main character is ace
  • !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • she’s heteroromantic
  • heteromantic?
  • she’s het-romantic ace so we get to see her figuring out how to explain romantic asexuality to herself and to others and it’s Very Cool because, like many romantic aces, she doesn’t entirely know how but she’s doing her best
  • 2 other openly queer side characters too yas
  • have the amazon summary:
  • actually don’t jesus it’s a cringey summary that uses the phrase “flashy tumblr gifs” let me do this myself
  • our hero, Tash, is making a youtube web series adaption of Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina. (no prior knowledge of tolstoy required to enjoy the book though.) it’s a cute tiny production until one day she gets a shout-out from a big name, and suddenly she’s got a crapton of subscribers and they’re getting nominated for awards and getting asked to do interviews. meanwhile things in her family life are getting kind of intense, and there’s also this internet guy who she’s kinda crushing on, but how to come out to him as ace?? how???? confusion?????????
  • that’s my summary and it’s better than the amazon one ok

thank you so much to @heart-deco​ for the rec!! some very spoilery review-ish thoughts under the cut, but HEY DID I MENTION THE MAIN CHARACTER IS OPENLY ACE AAAAAAA OMG

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The sun still rises (Part 1)

Hey there. I’m just posting for the first time….So! Please be considerate if you comment. I would love positive feedback and tips! Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story!!!! 5/22/17

Will our days always remain the same as now? Can we continue on as if we have no cares? These questions raced through my mind as I sat at the booth in Pop’s diner. I looked vacantly out the window, gazing at everything and nothing all at once.

“(Y/N)? You there bud?”

I snapped my head to my ex-boyfriend, Reynolds. He just broke up with me and wants to know if I’m okay? Dick-face. I glared at him, eyes murderous.

“You know what Reynolds, you dick!?! Fuck off! I wasted 3 years thinking, you may have been the one, only for you to crush me now, of all the god fucking times!!! I loved you! I gave you everything you wanted from me! You are by far the worst human being in this fucking town! It was our 3 year anniversary and this is what you decide to do?! I am done. So fucking done. Bye bitch.”

The tears wouldn’t stop as they made my face their home. Why? I loved him so much. I stormed out, my face puffy and red. I couldn’t do this again. Never again. It hurt too much to take another chance.

—–Timeskip: 2 years later——-

Sophomore year, what joy. Sarcasm at it finest as you can see. New town. New school. A new life, a fresh start if you will. Riverdale. The name of my new home. I can finally blend into the back round, not being noticed or hurt. My heart won’t be played because it won’t exist in the school. I had to grow up so not to get hurt again, toughen up.

I shoved my earbuds in as I strolled down the school halls, blaring heavy metal so loud it seemed to make my head shake. I felt every pair of eyes on me as I made my way to the office. Wow, so eventful.

I was early but the amount of students already there was overwhelming. They gave me such strange looks, as if I had intruded sacred territory. I glared at anyone who made eye contact. They were irrelevant. I mapped out the way to my classes with a map I was given prior through the mail. English, Math, Art, Free, Lunch, Science, Music, then P.E. Fan-fucking-tastic!

I stalked to my first class, pissed. It’s too early. Jocks and prissy bitches were everywhere, the stereotype is strong with this school. One of the blonde bimbos smirked at me, strutting over with nothing to show. She smacked her gum loudly, I could hear it over my music. I yanked my buds out, fuming. How dare this inconsiderate piece of shit get in my way!

“Hey Newbie! Like, I would say to join the squad but Emos aren’t aloud!” She laughed this hideously nasally laugh, so I punched her annoying ass.

“Shut. The Fuck. Up. Now.”

I annunciated each word precisely. I shoved the buds back in, ignoring everyone’s shocked and terrified glances towards me. I slumped unceremonyly in the seat furthest in the back, pulling out my favorite book and reading the classic literature printed.

I was reading peacefully before a shadow was casted in my view. I grit my teeth, not really wanting to deal with someone else. My eyes found the shadow’s owner standing directly in front of me. Pulling out my buds again, much to my annoyance, I arched a brow,

“Can I help you?”

It was another student but this one looked different from everyone I had ever seen. I frown, not negatively but neutrally.

“That’s kind of my seat if you hadn’t noticed.”

I groaned internally, nevermind about the different thing. With a smirk, looking straight into his gorgeous brown eyes, “Okay, so?”

His jaw visibly locked, oh great, we got another problem kid. I rolled my eyes, yeah, yeah, you’re pissed I’m in ‘your’ seat. I’m not moving.

Kiss. My. Ass.

He growls lowly before sitting in front of me. Great, Mr.Emo dick-face sits close still! Before either of us can say anything else, the bell rings and starts our first class.

As the new teach records role call, I find that his name is Forsythe Pendleton Jones the 3rd, but he goes by Jughead. Jughead Jones the 3rd. Unique. Unlike any one in this god forsaken school so far.

He’s still a dick though, there’s no changing that.


The days seemed to pass by so quickly, soon I was already in the town for 3 months. With no friends. Not one. I guess everyone’s just scared of me or something.

I had discovered a classy restaurant called Pop’s diner in the first month. They diner became a 2nd home, no mom yelling and no dad lashing out. The perfect safe haven. Pops was a sweet old man, always smiling and asking about your day. I can’t really say that much without repercussions so I just shrug with a weak smile every time.

Pop’s chock-lit shop is more like the home I never had, the one I wish I had. It was like the day’s heavy atmosphere just disappeared. Though at school and home, it sucked. Jughead​ and I clashed so much. I remained the same, pissed, violent and ‘edgy’ as most of students called it.

For some weird reason, recently, Jughead has ignored me or shy away as if I was a disease. It hurt and I didn’t know​ why. I hate him, right? I just don’t understand why he hates me so much… Ok, maybe what happened on the first day explains that but! I haven’t really fought him recently, I’ve been preoccupied. Dad gave me a black eye and a bruise from where he slapped me. My lip had split when he slapped me. I kept my bangs lower, I stopped talking more than before. I just… Stopped functioning really. He used to avoid the face but I guess that’s over.

Nevermind all that, speaking of Pop’s, I had been sitting in a booth for quite a while, just frowning and stirring my banana and peanut butter milkshake, music blaring to help drown out my thoughts. It wasn’t working. Tears built up in my eyes but I never let them fall, I couldn’t be seen so weak in public. I made sure my face was​ covered up before wiping the trace of tears away.

I just want to curl up into a ball and sleep peacefully for once. I don’t want to wake up to mom and dad fighting anymore. A traitor tear falls as I gaze blankly into my half-full glass.

“Hey, um, (Y/N)? You there? Is it okay if I sit here with you?” Snapping out of my thoughts, the questions flew smoothly in a male tone.The voice was so familiar but I didn’t look up, nodding curtly. They slid across from me but I didn’t raise my head. If they saw my face, I’m in trouble. I don’t want to be hit again, please, not again.

A hand was placed cautiously over my own loose hand on the table and I flinched at the touch, drawing into myself.

“Hey, hey now. It’s ok, it’s only me. I won’t hurt you (Y/N). You’re safe with me.” The person cooed softly as the slid into the booth with me. The carefully pulled my stiff frame into their chest. He stroked my hair soothingly, cooing sweet promises as I slowly relaxed. Jughead. It was Jughead. I wanted to cry, why does he care?

“Why?” My voice was croaky, as if I had cried for hours on end.

“Why what?” His tone was filled with confusion. What did he mean why what?

“Why do you care? I’m just some brat who has nothing better to do than be a pain in the ass for everyone. I can’t even be nice but you, someone with so much potential and talent. You decide to take your time and waste it on me. A mistake. A burden. A waste of all the effort.” I was finally crying but I hadn’t looked up, instead burying myself into him. Warm. He’s so warm.

“(Y/N), you are not a mistake, you are perfect. You are not, under any circumstance, a burden. You are a God damn miracle! You will never be a waste of effort, I promise you. (Y/N), you don’t realize how important you are to me.” He scolded me but it was nothing like mom so it was…Nice. It felt as if I was just being corrected and not criticized for once.

He places a hand under my chin tilting my face to be exposed. He gasped softly and I looked​ away. He probably thinks I got into a fight or something.

“(Y/N). Who did this?” His voice was a mixture of emotion. Anger, sadness, determination, and regret. He carefully rubbed the busted lip and I flinched. He frowned.

“(Y/N), you need to tell me. Who did this to you?” I leaned into his warm palm as he cradled the side of my face with such care, care I hadn’t felt before. Not even with Reynolds.

“M-my dad…” My voice cracked and I shuddered. While I was glad he believed me, I almost collapsed, terrified now that it was out now. Dad was gonna kill me. Jughead seemed to realize my thought process and moved me until I straddled his lap, looking at him. He grabbed my face in both hands and I could practically feel it beating out of my chest. He forced me to look him in the eyes but I couldn’t. I was scared. Petrified.

“(Y/N), look at me. We’re going to get you somewhere he will NEVER touch you. It’s gonna be alright. Does your mother hurt you too? (Y/N) please tell me the truth.” I broke under the intense look in his eyes. I spilt every bit of my life to him. Every detail my mind could rewind to. Mom. Dad. Reynolds. Every single horrible truth.

He didn’t judge me, just listening, holding me, supporting me, /loving/ me. /Me/, out of all people. He just…Cared. I finally realized why it hurt when he had stayed away. I love him. I crave him. Him, his company, his -love-.

“Jughead, I don’t wanna go back,” I rested my head on his shoulder, my head barely reaching. “I don’t wanna​ get hurt again. I wanna stay safe. I wanna feel this safe, this…Warm forever. I wanna stay with you. You make it safe and warm. I’m don’t want to let it go, not yet.” I tensed, clinging to him tightly, as fear enclosed my mind. I waited for him to push me away, disgusted but it never happened. His arms tightened around me and he sighed in…..Relief?

“(Y/N), I want you to live with me from now on. We’ll grab your stuff and I’ll arrange a place now. You will be safe, I promise. I…I love you too…” He pressed his lips to my forehead gently as if I was a porcelain doll.

He pulled a phone out of his pocket before dialling a number, all the while, holding me securely to his chest.

“Hey, Mr.Andrews! I was calling for an emergency. Do you still have that apartment you offered?…..Great, is it alright if I move in tonight?….Thank you Mr.Andrews, I’ll be there soon to get the keys. Thanks again!” He hung up before looking down at me with a smile as I stared up, curious.

“You’re gonna be ok now. I promise.” His words struck a cord in my heart and for a second, I couldn't​ breathe. I was going to be alright. I was going to be happy now. Tears streamed down my face as I let go of a breath I was holding. Relief was all I could really decipher in the flood of my own emotions. I was gonna be /safe/.

Flatmates -- Chapter 8

Well, I know this took me a little while to write but, it’s a long update and I’ve been looking forward to writing it for so long.  This idea’s been knocking around in my imagination for a few months, so it was nice to get it all written down.  Sorry about the cliff hanger, but it was getting long and I needed to switch point of view for the next bit so I had to break it off there.  As always, much love to mu Flatmates AU girl Gand @feuillesmortes & @harritudur.  And this installment, as well as the rest, are always available for reading on Pos, here [x].

“You sure do have a lot of photos of Charles up there.”

Lizzie was sat cross legged on the foot of her bed in a pair of fluffy socks, joggers, and a cozy jumper. She peeked up from her literature notes to spy Anne laying on her back across Lizzie’s bedspread, legs propped up against her wall, and studying her friend’s cork board over the pages of the book in her beringed hand.

“Well he is my — we are dating.” She had wanted to say boyfriend, but that didn’t seem right. Charles had never put labels on them and so she hadn’t either.

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Title: Stutter

Author: Jen (placentaandllamas)

Artist: Oli (hotphansex)

Beta: MarieLou (marielou-for-you)

Word Count: 11k

Rating: PG (language)

Warnings: bullying/physical abuse, swearing/language

Summary: Dan has a stutter and he’s bullied at school for it making him seem cold and distant. Phil is a new student who is paired with Dan to learn his way around the school. Dan just wants to be left alone, but Phil is determined to make Dan’s life less of a living hell.

Author’s Notes: Seriously, MASSIVE thanks to Oli and MarieLou. Oli made the most incredible phanart ever–HE MADE A FREAKING GIF I JUST THOUGHT IT’D BE A PICTURE AND HE’S JUST LIKE ‘lol hope this is okay’. And MarieLou for going over the same crappy thing over and over again and again so that it’s beyond amazing and never once got tired of me :)

I also want to dedicate this to Chris, autumnlesterhowell’s friend who had a stutter and committed suicide due to the constant bullying. I wish his story could have ended like mine. 

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When/where was VFD created?

Featured above:  Thomas Cole. The Course of Empire: Destruction. 1836. Oil on canvas. 99.5 x 161.2 cm. New York Historical Society, New York, NY, USA

The secret organization’s origins are left to interpretation, but we understand it has been around for quite some time. For how long has it subsisted, exactly? Some clues in the text may lead us to a suprising, outlandish, but nevertheless fitting theory…

VFD originated in Ancient Rome. Stay with us after the cut to learn why.

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