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My 2nd Ice Show Adventure (Fantasy On Ice 2017 in Niigata)

Summer 2015, I went for my very 1st ice show, Fantasy On Ice (FaOI) in Kobe, and it was the 1st time I saw ‘nama-Yuzu’ (real-life Yuzuru) after being a fan since 2014 Olympics. 

Summer 2016, I had tickets for FaOI again but this time, Yuzu pulled out of all ice shows to recover from lisfranc ligament injury, so I sold my ticket, prayed for Yuzu’s health and happiness, sent him letters of support, and managed to survive the terribly long off-season with other long-suffering Yuzu-fans.  

This summer (2017), I am so busy with work projects that I have no time for fangirling, not to mention ice shows, and I moaned about it to a few friends. Almost like a miracle, one friend told me that if I wanted, she could get tickets for me for FaOI Niigata!  I decided I could get away for the weekend.  I must!  

The shows were on Friday, Saturday, Sunday (16-18 June) and it would be my first time in Niigata.  I took an ANA flight (yay! ANA!) and arrived in Niigata airport on Thursday.   The first meal I had was a very delicious bowl of ramen, and as I ate, I was surprised that I could taste bits of yuzu (the fruit).  I have never had ramen with yuzu before and so I was really happy!  It was really oiishiiiiiiiiii~~!!!  What a great omen, I thought.  My first meal on this trip was with yuzu. xD    

On this 1st night, there was something else that made me think of Yuzu…. I saw Bourbon ice-cream!  “Mo chotto”!  

I was way too full from the huge bowl of ramen and so I did not buy ‘Mo Chotto’ ice-cream to try.  Thought I’d try it another day but I did not pass by this shop again and I could not find it anywhere else.  Sigh.  Regret.  The snack is common but the ice-cream is not. 

Friday 16 June (ice show is at 7pm, doors open at 6pm)  

In the morning, I changed hotel.  Checked into ANA Crowne Plaza (yay, ANA!) because it’s a short walk to the ice show venue.  A Yuzu-fan friend, D-chan, messaged to say she is nearby and asked me to join her for coffee.  OK!   It was a lovely breezy walk from ANA hotel to an area called Pier Bandai and I found her in a cosy little coffee place with comfy sofas.  I ordered an iced coffee and we chatted away.  “I can’t believe I’m really here….”  “He’s somewhere near us now, you know….”  “Omg we’re breathing the same air as him….”   xD

Happiness is talking with a Yuzu-fan while sipping coffee in Japan. :)  

Soon it was time to meet another friend, Kay, the wonderful person who got my tickets for me.  We had plans for an early dinner together and then go for the ice show.  I met her at Niigata Station and we walked around looking for food. Some restaurants were not yet opened for dinner as it was too early. Luckily there was a soba shop that was open and we both felt like eating soba, so in we went.  (soba= buckwheat noodles) 

We ordered their specialty which was soba dipped in a warm broth with tender slices of pork.  And once again, I had the lovely surprise of finding yuzu in it!   I really love the citrusy fragrance it gave to the soupy noodles.  We felt so happy eating soba with yuzu.  It was a very good meal. :)  

From Niigata station, there was a shuttle bus to the show venue, running pretty frequently.  (I really love Japan;  they think of everything.) There was no real need to look for the bus-stop, just look for the long queue!  Luckily, it was a short wait as the buses came quickly and soon we were on our way to Toki Messe!   Just a 10-minute bus ride and we were there, a lovely glassy tall building by the river.  

We were early but the queue for FaOI merchandise was already VERY LONG. It’s ok, let’s admire the pretty Tanabata decorations and chit-chat while we wait in line.  Finally we could at least SEE the sale counter!  It’s going to be our turn!  I got a T-shirt, a towel and the programme booklet.  So happy to get the towel because 2 years ago at FaOI Kobe, the towel was sold out before it was my turn, on the very 1st day!  

Then Kay pointed out to me something that made me very happy…. Ice Rink Sendai merchandise counter!  I have not had the chance to buy anything from Yuzu’s hometown rink before, so I hurried towards it excitedly.  Wow, they really have a lot of pretty things!  

The photo of Yuzu wearing ‘Irene gloves’ was there.  (Irene is short for ‘Ice Rink Sendai’ and is the name of the mascot.)  And also his signature with a message saying “I will never forget, I will continue to do my best and give my support.” (my translation from Japanese)   And there is a little mushroom at the end. ^^

What a simple but heartwarming message for his hometown rink….

I bought the ‘Irene’ gloves, T-shirt, keychain and some stationery.  I love the pink theme!

There were also stalls selling really beautiful books and magazines….. I want them all!

Glad we were early.  It was hard to take a good look at the stalls when it got very crowded later.  

I was also very amused to see a counter that rented out binoculars, haha.  I did not rent one on the 1st day, but I did for the next 2 days.  Best decision ever.  I could see clearly all his cute facial expressions and who he was talking to all the time at the finale.  (Guess who. :))  

And of course, there were big boxes for fan letters and gifts to skaters.  Yuzu’s box filled up quickly and the inner bag had to be changed several times by the staff.  I used my new Irene stationery to write 2 fan letters (one on behalf of the FB international fan group and one from myself) and dropped them into the box on the 2nd day.  On the 3rd day, I decided to also drop a letter into Oda-san’s box.  I told him I enjoy his skating, his talk shows and his blog, thanked him for his great friendship with Yuzu, and may God bless his beautiful family. :)   

After all the excitement outside, it’s time to go in.  The seating arena for Niigata is smaller than some other places, so even the furthest row was not that far away.  I was somewhere in the middle, nearer one end of the rink.  

As usual, there were guys in black jackets who walk around holding up big signs that say “No taking of photos or videos”.  (I took this pic before the show, no pics during the show.  Law-abiding fan.) 

The show started and the skaters were introduced one or two at a time.  Yuzu was the last one to come out and the applause and cheers for him were huge.  It was clear who the star of the show was. :) 

After the opening number, the skaters did their individual performances.  I enjoyed watching all of them.  My favourite ones were the 2 performances by Nobunari Oda – the music was beautiful for both and I love to watch his jumps;  it’s like he lands on marshmallow (once again I am reminded of why they gave him that T-shirt saying ‘landing with cat’s feet’);  Sex Bomb by Plushenko was hilarious and I laughed so much;  and Shizuka Arakawa– what supreme grace and beauty.

Ice dancers Papadakis and Cizeron were very beautiful to watch. So glad they performed in this FaOI.  The acrobatic duo of 2 men in Swan Lake tutu performing ‘Notte Stellata’ was very funny.  I have seen Yuzu perform to this song so beautifully so many times in the past season (and watched it live at 4CC) and now this exact same song is skated in such a comical way….. I was so tickled. xD

For the record, the other skaters were Kaori Sakamoto, Marin Honda, Akiko Suzuki, Miki Ando, Shoma Uno, Evgenia Medvedeva, Denis Vasiljevs, Javier Fernandez, Elladj Balde, Johnny Weir, Stephane Lambiel, Jeffrey Buttle and the Chesnas.  Many of them performed twice, before and after the intermission.  Much thanks to all for their wonderful performances!     

At the end was Yuzu’s Chopin Ballade Number 1.  I had the good fortune of watching this 2 years ago, at the last show of FaOI 2015, when he gave us a surprise performance with live piano music played by Kotaro Fukuma.  At that time, he did the 2nd half of his usual Chopin, in a black FaOI finale shirt. It was awesome. So this time, I was really excited that I would see the full performance with that beautiful white Chopin top. And wow…. he really took my breath away. Although I have watched him perform Chopin for 2 seasons already, it felt like a different Chopin. It was the same and yet it was different. More beautiful, more powerful, more flow, more speed, more precision…. it was already so perfect, how can it be even better, but it is!  (based on my ‘expert’ opinion.)   I am so thrilled that he is doing this for the new season! I LOVE Chopin!

After Chopin, he went backstage to dry his sweat and then came out again to do an encore of ‘Let’s Go Crazy’ (his SP for last season). It was funny to watch LGC performed in that sweet Chopin costume. So mismatched, haha.

For the finale, Yuzu came out in a glittery blue FaOI top with a cat ears-hair band on his head. He danced in the group number and even did a cartwheel on the ice!  And he waved happily to all of us. It was so good to see him enjoying himself. I am very glad he did not do any quad battles at the end. He just did a side lunge for the 1st show (with one under a set of hurdles, so amazing!), a hydroblade for the 2nd show, and a ‘muscle man’ pose with Plushenko at the last show. And when others are doing their jumps or special elements in the middle of the rink, he would skate from his original position to the space between his idol Plushenko and good buddy Nobu. And he was often talking to Plush. Ahhh… Yuzu, still the cute fan-boy after all these years. :)))

After the finale, when all the other skaters have left the rink, Yuzu took a mic and spoke to thank all of us. He said things like please take care of yourselves, take care as you go home, have a meal, have a good rest, who is staying on for tomorrow’s show? oh that’s quite a lot of you (laughs), thank you for your support, I really enjoyed myself, eh to, eh to, there is still so much that I want to say, but never mind, it is already very late, I should stop here, I really want to thank all of you for today……. And he would end by putting the mic down and shouting as loudly as he could with his own voice “Arigato gozaimashita!”

Listening to him speak was just wonderful…. I was touched by his concern for his fans and also half-laughing at some things he said. He wanted to talk more but he did not want to hold us back as it was already way past 10pm on that 1st night. That dear talkative boy. :) Oh Yuzu, your fans would listen to you all night, if only we could. But then we want you to rest too! You need a good rest and a good meal more than us!

In his speech for the 2nd day, he also thanked the people who made the ice rink.  He said the ice was very good to skate on and they all loved skating there. Yuzu and his grateful heart. :) 

On that 2nd day, I was seated at the other end, where the stage was.  (I took this pic as I was leaving.)  When he was speaking, he was standing on the left of the stage just outside the ice.  I had a very clear side view of him through my binoculars ( I was halfway up the stands).  His face was sweaty but dazzling with happiness as he spoke.  How I wish I was sitting this close!   

The shows for Saturday and Sunday were at 2 pm and 1pm respectively.

Most skaters performed the same programmes for all 3 shows in Niigata but a few skaters did a different one for one of the shows. Like Marin Honda, for the 2nd show, she performed in a very cute Japan Airlines air stewardess costume. Elladj Balde was the skater before Marin (he did a great Michael Jackson medley) and when he finished his performance, he skated to one end with his chair and just sat there. Marin skated out in her JAL costume, went to him and said in Japanese, “Sir, would you like some coffee or tea?” Haha, that was how she started and I really enjoyed her performance.  For the other 2 days, she did ‘Crime Tale’.   Javier also had a different one in the 2nd show;  instead of his new SP, it was a funny pirate one where he was a cleaner-boy daydreaming. Johnny Weir performed ‘Amazing Grace’ in the 2nd half for the 1st 2 days, then on the 3rd day, he did a song called ‘Creep’.  His performance was so heart-wrenching, I almost cried.  I can still feel the pain he expressed even now when I think back….. Johnny’s skating is really very special. No wonder he is one of the skaters that Yuzu has looked up to since junior days.

In the 3rd show, which was the last FaOI show for 2017, Yuzu had some surprises for us. 

After performing Chopin, he went backstage as usual, and the rink was dark. As with the previous 2 shows, we waited a while and then started to call his name. “Yuzu, Yuzu….” The MC said we have to shout his name louder because he can’t hear us. So we shouted “YUZU!” as loudly as we could, expecting him to appear for the LGC encore. Suddenly, the sounds of an electric guitar filled the air. There was a guitarist on stage and he was playing ‘Parisienne Walkways’!!!! We recognised it immediately and the fan beside me turned to me with eyes as big as saucers. She grabbed my hand and we started screaming and jumping about, mad with excitement! Yuzu then skated out to all our screams and did his legendary PW wearing his Chopin costume (he did the 2nd half of the usual PW programme). Oh wow!!! What a surprise! What a treat!!! Yuzu’s PW with live guitar!!! I felt like the luckiest fan in the world!!!

After that amazing encore, he went backstage and the finale started. The other skaters came out in turns to do the group number. When Yuzu came out again for his part in the finale, we all went hysterical again! Because he was wearing a yellow headband with Pooh ears!! Hahaha…… this guy really knows how to make his fans scream. He looked so adorable! It was wonderful to see him looking so happy and enjoying himself so much.
(Later, I saw a Japanese fan on twitter say the Pooh headbands were all sold out. But of course. The Yuzuru-effect. XD) 

(2 pics above are fans’ screenshots of a TV news segment on FaOI.)

Then at the very end of the show, when the other skaters have left the rink, he gave a very emotional speech and made me cry.  He said that last year he could not do anything (no ice shows at all due to injury), so now he is feeling very happy to be back doing this and he loves skating and he is feeling most blessed and he is the happiest person in the world. (*may not be the exact words but the meaning is such.)  And he thanked the organisers and other people and all of us.  It was not so much the words he said but the way he said them. There were so much emotions. His voice trembled a bit at the beginning. It sounded like he was tearing and was trying to control himself not to cry. As he spoke, his feelings were just gushing out…… he was just so utterly happy and grateful for everything!

Then he did the usual ending-shout;  he put down the mic, cupped his hands near his mouth and shouted “arigato-gozaimashita!”, and we all shouted back “arigato-gozaimashita!”  And then he bowed and waved and went in through the curtains.

Tears were running down my face. I continued to say softly, “Arigato, Yuzu-kun, arigato.”  Thank you, Yuzu, thank you.  My tears just kept flowing as I thought back.  After going through so much… so much….. he is finally where he is supposed to be…….   

Seeing Yuzu so happy and healthy is one of the best things in the world. 

I met Kay after the show and we talked about how special Yuzu is.  And how is it that he can make us fly thousands of miles to watch him perform just those few minutes and we feel it’s so worth our time, money and energy.  She would be flying home that night, and for me, my flight home was the next day.  As with all good things, it ended too quickly but our hearts were filled to overflowing.

I am very grateful to Kay for her help with tickets and for her fun company.  We met up every day and ate some very delicious food together.  On the 2nd day after the show, we walked around and found a little ramen shop to have dinner.  And again there was yuzu in it!!!  (See the little yellow strips on top of the soup?)  Kay also ordered a yuzu sparkling wine.  I had a sip and it was lovely!   Another meal with yuzu…. ahhh life is good. :) 

On the last night after the ice show, I shopped for stuff like P&G Bold clothes detergent, Lenor clothes deodoriser and softener, Ghana chocolate and Xylitol gum.  I was so happy to find all these things near my hotel, and after I lugged my heavy shopping back to my hotel room, I realised I had forgotten to buy rice! Niigata is famous for very good rice and I had wanted to buy a small bag of rice home. :((  I messaged Kay to lament and she replied, it’s ok, he is not the ambassador for rice.  Hahaha….. I love Yuzu-fans.  (I did manage to get a bag of rice before I left for the airport the next day. :) ) 

Yuzu-fans are really wonderful and generous.  And just like Yuzu, they surprise me all the time.  On the 2nd night, D-chan passed a package to me from a fan that I don’t even know.  Inside were some Japanese newspapers and advertisements with Yuzu, and also ‘Weekend Sendai’!!!  OMG I nearly fainted with happiness.  (Weekend Sendai is a free travel magazine given out in Japan many months back.  Yuzu is featured inside recommending food and places in Sendai. 1st pic below, left side.)   Gosh, how did she know it’s something I had been coveting for ages now???  I told D-chan to give her my utmost gratitude.  And thank you, D-chan, for being a good friend and messenger!  So glad I met you on this trip!    

Another fan gave me gorgeous photos of Yuzu that she had taken herself at competitions.  And she said, “Thank you for the good work that you do in the fan group.”  Aww….. I was so touched!   Thank you, CL!

I was so happy when I was packing my luggage on the last night in Niigata.  I had so many precious goodies in my bag!   Thank you, dear Yuzu-fans!!!  Hope to see you all again! 

Below are pics of my FaOI tee, towel and booklet that I bought on Day 1.

There is so much more that I want to say, but this is already so long, I should stop here now.  Dear Yuzu, thank you for everything!!!  May God bless you and your family.  Always supporting you and hope to see you again soon!   

Note: This is written one month after the event due to being too busy at work.  If any details of FaOI are incorrect, I am sorry for my bad memory. :P   

[Credit: photos are all mine except for the 2 screenshots of Yuzu with Pooh-ears from twitter and the Pooh pics from pinterest - thanks!]

anonymous asked:

Dear Duke, I have noticed something about my writing: I do not know how to conduct a dialogue. I do not know how to add an emotional "burden" to the discussion. It does not sound believable what I write. To me, it seems more like a lecture than a simple conversation. I just wanted to write engaging more with the emotional side of my characters than with the intellectual. How can I do it?

Hi! You’re in the right place because dialogue is actually my favorite thing to write and any book of mine you pick up will probably be like at least 40% people talking. Idk if this is because I did so much theatre or because I just can’t shut up, but it’s high time I did a real post about it, so:

Advice for Aspiring Authors: On Dialogue

  1. You need it so don’t resist it. Books that are just huge chunks of prose are exhausting, and if you never use dialogue you’re either (1) summarizing or (2) writing a really boring book, and either way the the result is the same. Your reader is going to be bored. Choosing the right scenic mode is important and sooner or later people are going to have to speak in the moment. 
  2. Don’t stress about speaker tags. Putting this at the top because a lot of new writers seem to get hung up on it. But I’ve already addressed this, so read this post here. Pro-tip? If you’re writing a conversation between two people or even three, you often don’t need speaker tags at all. I recently wrote a conversation that takes place over the phone which consists of about 25 lines exchanged and didn’t use a single speaker tag because it was, in all instances, obvious who was doing the talking. Later in the same MS I have a really chaotic hospital scene where like twelve people are yelling at the same time and interrupting each other and there are no speaker tags because idgaf if anybody knows who’s saying what. It should feel like chaos. (If you want a really great example of this, pick up a copy of William Faulkner’s Sanctuary and read the funeral scene.) Readers are smart. They’ll figure it out.
  3. Different people speak in different ways. Who a character is will often determine how they speak. For instance, Theodore von Wammelspout, Crown Prince of Prosenstatz, is probably going to have a very different dialect than Paw Paw O’Halloran, Louisiana shrimp fisherman. (If you want a better example of what I’m talking about, watch the movie Kingsman and pay attention to how and when Eggsy switches dialects, or read the prologue to The Taming of the Shrew and pay attention to the immediate tonal shift in Christopher Sly’s dialogue when he wakes up from a drunken stupor thinking he’s a lord.) Think about a character’s origins and upbringing and backstory when deciding how they talk.
  4. But stay away from writing dialect unless you really know what you’re doing. Don’t try to phonetically write a character’s accent or dialect unless you’re a linguist, because a lot of dropped consonants and deliberate misspellings can be really difficult to read, come out like you’re trying too hard, or even end up looking vaguely racist. If a character has an accent, find a way to tell us they have an accent and then spell all their dialogue correctly. There are, of course, exceptions to the rule–i.e, if a phonic misunderstanding is crucial to the story. But basically, unless you’re writing Trainspotting, don’t do this. What’s much better and much more effective is to describe how a character says something or what their voice sounds like. What’s the texture? The color? The temperature? A warm, rough, slow voice belongs to a different character than a cold, high, slick voice does. Or maybe the same character can switch from one to the other. Give your character’s voice the same attention you would give their body or their habits or anything else.
  5. It’s a character speaking, not the narrator. Each character should have their own voice, in the same way that each story will have a slightly different narrator, even if it’s a neutral third person narrator. Writing is all about voice and style, and part of the challenge is that you as the writer have to be a mockingbird and be able to speak in as many different voices as you have characters. It will take practice. It will require a lot of questions asked, such as “Who never says a bad word? Who swears like a sailor? Who talks in a constant, uninterrupted stream and who hardly says a word?” For an exercise, write out a plain uninteresting sentence like, “He was on his way home from the store when he got a flat tire,” the way the narrator would say it, and then rewrite it in every character’s voice. Because one character might say it just like that–”I was on my way home from the store and I got a flat tire”–and another might say, “You’re not going to fucking believe this. Okay, so I’m on my way home from the store, because we’re out of beer again, because Steve was supposed to go get more and he didn’t, the dickhead–and what happens? Well, obviously, because this worthless excuse of a city can’t be bothered to keep the roads clear, I drive right through a patch of broken glass and BANG! Blow a tire. Swear to God, I thought it was a gunshot, I nearly ran my car into a telephone pole.” If all your characters sound alike or sound like the narrator or (worse) sound like you, it’s time to stop and reevaluate. 
  6. Characters don’t speak for you. Look, unless you’re writing a really boring story it’s going to have a bunch of people in it with a bunch of different ideas and some of them should believe things that you don’t agree with or speak in a way you find objectionable. Characters are sometimes going to have to say things you find morally deplorable and they have to say them with conviction. I recently wrote a scene where my FMC’s boyfriend and her dad argue about what they’re going to do about her, like she’s not a grown-ass woman who can take care of herself. And they both say things that are utterly atrocious and that if I heard a man say in real life, I would probably punch him in the face. But that’s important. In fiction, you gotta tell it all and tell it like it is. Fiction isn’t true but it should be honest. Not every character can agree with you or with each other. (This is a big part of the reason that authorial intent is a flawed concept. An author who depicts something isn’t necessarily condoning or endorsing it.) You should be writing about difficult shit and writing about it from every vantage point and using dialogue to do that. You don’t need to agree with angelic equality crusader Nancy and homophobic Uncle Jeff equally but they need to be equally convincing. Write disagreements. Write arguments. Let characters fight and get pissed and tell each other to fuck off. It’s honest, and it’s interesting. Conflict is good.
  7. Incomplete sentences are your best friend. So are run-ons. That scene I mentioned that was 25 lines with no speaker tags? There’s also not a complete sentence in that whole exchange. We rarely speak in full correct sentences, even if we know perfectly well that what we’re saying isn’t grammatically perfect. So something like this: 
            “Seen my keys?”
            “In the basket.”
    Totally acceptable. People are lazy. They talk in fragments. Dialogue doesn’t have to be correct, because it often isn’t. Stick commas and dashes wherever the fuck you want to mimic the pattern of speech. Worry about what’s natural, not what’s correct. Sometimes what goes unsaid is just as interesting as what does get said. For instance, if Joe turns to Carol and starts to say, “Have you ever thought about–” and then never finishes the sentence, that’s going to keep a reader wondering. Has she ever thought about what? In much the same way, you can have a character ramble for an entire paragraph in an epic run-on sentence if that’s the way they talk, or if they’re distressed or upset and trying to get the words out. The last book I finished has a chapter at the end where one character literally talks without interruption for nine pages. And as insane as that sounds it’s actually totally necessary because she’s telling a story that’s important for the readers and the other characters to hear but it’s a hundred times better to hear it in her own voice, grammatical correctness be damned.
  8. Don’t try too hard to be eloquent. How many people do you know in real life who spout off perfectly articulate declarations of their feelings? Probably none. They ramble and stall and repeat themselves. Real-life conversations are not movie conversations. They’re not smooth. They’re not perfectly timed. A character just saying “Fuck me” because they have no idea what else to say is perfectly plausible (and also a great opportunity for comedy). Here’s an exercise if you’re having trouble: Make two columns on a page, and on one side write out what this character is trying to say (i.e, “I love you.” “I’ve been trying to tell you for years.” “But I’m afraid you don’t want me to.”) and on the other write out what they actually say (i.e., “I really hope you’ll stay.” “You know you’re always welcome to stay.” “I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay. Just that you can. If you want to.”) Sometimes the juxtaposition between what we’re trying to say and what actually comes out is so important. So don’t worry about perfect articulation or doing justice to the “emotional burden.” Worry about the intent and the impact and how those two things align–or don’t.
  9. Read it out loud. This is one of the most important things teachers in playwriting workshops will tell you to do. Read it out loud. If it feels awkward or unnatural, it probably is. Thus also to dialogue in prose fiction. Even better option? Get a couple of friends to read it for you. This will work wonders for helping you figure out what feels awkward.
  10. HAVE FUN WITH IT. When I say dialogue is far and away my favorite thing to write, I’m not kidding at all. You can learn so much about a character or how two characters interact by how they talk to each other. Do they tease, do they nag, do they finish each other’s sentences? Do they use slang, do they slur, do they talk about celebrities they’ve never met as if they’ve known them for years and they’re the best of friends? Let their personalities shine through, because when characters speak is the only time they’re not getting filtered through a narrator, even if that narrator is themselves. Dialogue provides some of the most poignant moments of characterization you’ll ever get. So play with it. Try the same line fifty different ways until it feels right. Let your characters speak for themselves.

Good luck! Go forth and write great dialogue and have a blast doing it.

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You’re confused.

You’re utterly confused right now, because the biggest bad boy in school is standing in front of you, asking to join the fake club you made when you were seven, and he looks like he’s serious.

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Monday morning rolled around all too slowly. The entire weekend felt like it was taking forever because you were not only dealing with your project and sorting out your feelings, but you were daydreaming about Jughead. Neither of you knew what was going to happen after you made out in the computer lab on Friday and that uncertainty drove you crazy.

One minute you hated the guy and thought he was a narcissistic asshole but the next you were wondering how it’d feel to run your hands over his chest with your tongue in his mouth. Thinking about him gave you this wild feeling in your stomach that you desperately wanted to tame and the only way you knew how would be to have a repeat of Friday night. 

However, you had no idea how he felt about your encounter. While you disliked him, he also disliked you. He very well could have been disgusted with himself moments after you both left the school that night. But it gave you a great sense of satisfaction to remember the look on his face when your bodies collided. He very well could have enjoyed it just as much as you. 

“Hey,” Betty greeted you as you walked into class that morning. Your nervousness about your project washed away as you thought about seeing Jughead in class. 

“Hey,” you said as you sat at your desk. You looked around for him but didn’t see him. You felt a little disappointed. 

“So I heard you and Jughead got locked in at school Friday,” Kevin said as he sat on the edge of your desk. “How on earth did he make it out alive?” He laughed. 

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hithering  asked:

Joy do you have any advice on how to make yourself sit down and write? (I couldn't find a post you might have made about it, but if you made one sorry for asking!) I have five different things outlined and fiddled with, and a fair few projects that got started and died around 20k words. I can't seem to keep myself interested or focused, and I have a very hard time forming habits enough to write daily. Any advice?

I go through this a lot, either due to mental health stuff (I can literally be screaming internally at myself to do something and my brain just…doesn’t do the thing, like I’m fully capable of it but the message gets lost somewhere between thought and action) and also just plain creative burnt out.

The latter is easier to remedy because I allow myself to rest and let my brain reset by doing something like reading a book, playing a game or visiting somewhere interesting.

The former…not so much.

The thing that helps me the most when I am well and truly struggling to write (so most of the latter half of 2016) is to set myself realistic goals. While some days I can churn out a 5000 word chapter, there are other days when I will struggle to write 5. And on those days five whole words can seem like a god damn epic.

So what I do now is I set myself a goal, every day, of achieving 500 words. 

It doesn’t have to be a good 500 words, or even words that end up in my book, just so long as it is 500 words. Even if you never use them, they still count towards the developmental process of your manuscript. It’s engaging your brain and getting you into the mindset you need to be in in order to turn out the work you want to finish. One of my favorite exercises which I’ve talked about before, is the cafe exercise.

If a story stalls or I start to lose my way with a character, I take them out of their world, and drop them into a cafe somewhere in the world. Doesn’t have to be anywhere interesting, London, Paris, the Starbucks two streets away where the tea tastes like pond swill but the wifi is free*. I let them people watch, I let their senses meander through new experiences, the smell of coffee, the copper tang of their change lingering on their fingers from the coins, the sharpness of their tea, the mellowness of the flowers behind them, the way the light makes things look like they’re not quite real, the sound of traffic, the ugly sweater that person is wearing, the way they feel right then and now. I let them have silly conversations. I do all the inane little things with them that humans enjoy doing without the stress of over arcing plot (and we wonder why there’s so many coffee shop AUs) and just generally…gives you a break from your own world, while still letting you develop your characters and practice writing. And that’s the main thing.

And you do need to be in a habit of writing every day. It’s a skill that needs to be used every day, and it has to become habit otherwise it withers and dies. Great plot was never completed by talent alone. Even Stephen King, master of writing entire novels in mere days, had a dry spell where he thought he’d never write again.

It doesn’t have to be prolific and it doesn’t have to be profound.  The wheel is already invented. Fire is discovered. You’re not trying to be original (I hate that word) what you are in fact trying to be is interesting. You are trying to engage and light up the parts of the human brain that says “hey do you know what would be cool, if the wheel was on fire.”

And if the 500 words isn’t going to be achievable, well, I allow myself 250. Because any progress is better than none, and tomorrow I will try again.

(*If you suffer like I do at the mercy of your own inability to focus, fucking turn wifi off. Just, don’t let yourself get bogged down by shiny. Don’t start writing then go “oh actually I should look that up”. Make a mark in your document to go back to it later during a rewrite and insert the relevant researched info afterwards, it doesn’t fucking matter on the first write, you’re just trying to tell yourself the story and get the lay of the land right now, you can fill in the interesting tourist info spots after we’re sure we’re not about to walk off the edge of a cliff.)

Miss Fisher and the Deathly Maze...

In which I desperately try to avoid giving you spoilers…

You’ll recall that I had a sneak play of “Episode 2″ of this way back in April 2016.

I was very excited then, but such is the nature of these things that I was restricted in what I could say - I did always know that Jack was going to be in this, and in fact I had an over-eager conversation with Nathan at the closing party of The Distance where I mentioned the tie choice they’d made for Jack and mentioned that it was one of my favourites. Bless him, he was suitably enthused about it!

(Look at that tie - isn’t it gorgeous?)

So, what do we have? OK, here we go, with something that’s half-review, half epic fangirling!

Part graphic novel, part ‘choose your own adventure’ game, the 4th season* of ‘Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries’ sets out it’s stall in the pre-credit sequence: Murdoch Foyle is back, taunting Phryne even as he is supposedly led to the gallows to be hung for the murder of her sister Janey.

This: “Murder at the Opera” is the first of a proposed eight episode series**. It’s not a spoiler to say that the reappearance of Foyle is the over-riding arc of the season. But he makes only a slight appearance here, book-ending the plot of a murder at The Princess Theatre in Melbourne. 

We pick up, well, it’s not clear actually. We’re definitely post-airfield, but *when* exactly we are, and whether Jack did ‘come after’ Phryne are never clarified - the evening at the Opera is described as a date if you choose one path through the many routes available to you, but if you choose another, well, let’s just say that Phryne’s Boudoir is still receiving it’s fair share of overnight guests…

The art work is gorgeous - a selection of everyone’s favourite Phryne outfits can be chosen from, and we spend the first Act of the ‘novel’ with Jack in a tux. Phan-girl heaven! 

(The above is just one of several outfit options available to you - all of them gorgeously realised)

(Jack in a tux!!!!!)

And the music! Greg J Walker’s excellent compositions from the TV show are all here, often in extended versions that really help to enhance the mood and tone of Lisa Jeong’s excellent artwork. 

The whole thing is at times reminiscent of the dizzy heights of Season 2: Phryne and Jack flirt and banter; Aunt P is scathing but ultimately concerned for Phryne and her Found Family; and Dot continues her character development arc in a marvellous piece of undercover work. 

If you’re worried that you might not have the skills to play the game, worry not. It is very, very intuitive, and in fact the game won’t let you move on until you’ve discovered a vital clue, going so far as to pretty much tell you which screen you need to be going to if you are trying to ‘go the wrong way’. 

Phryne does a lot of sleuthing, all of it with her trademark wit and zeal. She’s less afraid to ‘get her hands dirty’ than she perhaps is in the TV show - there’s a bit in an alley that would probably usually fall to Hugh to deal with, but here the constraints of producing artwork mean that it’s Phryne doing the physical work. 

The plot is clever, well written, and - it makes sense! The use of little summary boxes for storage in your ‘detective journal’ delivers some absolute gems such as this:

Really, when it’s written down like that, the whole thing does come across as faintly ridiculous. Kudos to Nicholas Bell for managing to make Murdoch Foyle so intimidating. 

I have no idea what the release schedule is going to be, and at the moment it’s on iOs for iPad or iPhone only - I know, I know! If, like me, you have an Android phone, and the only iteration of Apple you own is the Mac Mini, then this *is* disappointing. But you’ve maybe got a friend who’s willing to lend you their iPad - it’s worth asking them, and that’s how I’m able to join in all the fun. There is a reason for this: the people at Apple and Android have very specific requirements for what’s contained within the code of the applications they allow onto their platforms. I am told, by people who work in the industry (including the aforementioned owner of the borrowed iPad), that it is much, much easier to code for iOs first, and then adapt to Android later - try it the other way and you apparently find yourself pretty much reinventing the wheel each time. 

It appears that the cost is 2.99 of your local currency (seems to be that in both US Dollars and UK Pounds). I’m honestly going to spend more than that on my lunch tomorrow, and this has far less bad calories in it. I presume that the rest of the run will cost the same, meaning that the whole Season will be about the same price as a Box Set DVD release. 

I strongly encourage you to log onto the App Store and download this; it really is worth the foray into a different sort of media. 

*Season 4? Why, yes. Look, we know we’re not getting a TV Season 4, at least not anytime soon. This has eight episodes and it picks up after Season 3. So, you know…

**Not to be too blunt, but if sales aren’t what they need to be, they won’t have the capital to release them all. I’m sorry if that ‘sounds like blackmail’. I know that ‘everyone’ has an Android phone, but as detailed above, that’ll be coming later. For now, if you have an iPhone or iPad, please support the game. Supporting the game means supporting the show, and creators deserve to be paid for their effort. Tin Man is run from a tiny space, smaller than Phryne’s parlour, with people crammed in and working their guts out. They’re an amazing team, and they so deserve to have this be a success after how long they’ve been working on it.

Do you think you could do Saihara reacting to his s/o asking him to read to them? Thank you and have a nice day!!

Of course. I apologize for how long this took.

  • When you ask him, he needs a moment to register
  • You… want him to read to you?
  • Why???
  • His voice isn’t that soothing so why would you ask him to read to you?
  • But he can’t resist the look you give him
  • At least, not without feeling guilty about it
  • So he asks you what you want him to read to you
  • When you shrug your shoulders, you two start digging through books
  • This one? No, it’s too easy.
  • This one, he admits, might put him to sleep mid-sentence.
  • Finally, you two agree on a book he should read to you.
  • And yes, of course it’s a mystery novel
  • You both sit down and he opens the book
  • He’s stalling though
  • He keeps clearing his throat and his eyes drift around the page
  • Then your eyes meet and you smile at him
  • He finally relaxes and begins
  • His voice is steady and clear
  • The gentle rise and fall of the words leaving his mouth puts you at ease
  • Your eyes end up feeling heavy
  • You try your hardest to stay awake but his voice…
  • You end up falling asleep
  • He immediately notices and catches you before your body can go forward
  • He can’t really get you to the bed without waking you but…
  • He puts you into a more comfortable position and stays with you for most of the time before you wake up
  • The only time he left was to go get you a blanket
Void - part 5

Series summary: Reader has lost her memory and Sam and Dean try to find a way to get her life back.

Summary, part 5: Cas drops by to help.

Characters/pairing: Reader x Dean, Sam, Crowley, Cas

Word count: ~2270

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of pain, fluff, Dean being adorable

Author’s note: We’re at the halfway point already! Darn!

For catching up: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4.

It’s here! A few hours later than I planned/promised, but I got caught up writing, so sorry (not sorry). I hope y’all like it!



Tags at the end - as always, if you want on the list, let me know!



You slept late, woke up feeling rested and very reluctant to leave the bed. Stalling, you reached for one of the books on the nightstand. Your bookmark was near the middle, so you opened it there and read a few lines. To your surprise you remembered the plot right away. Huh. How can I remember a plot to a book I’ve been reading three weeks ago but not the important things like family or friends? This dulled your mood considerably, working as a cruel reminder that things weren’t normal for you. Sighing, you put the book back, got up and headed to the shower.

You dressed comfortably in a light sweater and well-worn jeans, twisted your damp hair into a loose braid and wandered to the hallway. You had only a vague memory from last night about how to get to the library or the kitchen, so you ended up taking a wrong turn and getting lost. When you stood there in the corridor, trying to figure out your next move, you heard a distant bang. The sound repeated a few times and finally you decided to swallow your pride and seek the source of the noise. It was probably either Sam or Dean anyway - they would surely mock your sense of direction, but help nevertheless. You followed the rhythmic sounds and knocked on the door where they seemed to come from. No one answered, but the bangs continued, so you braved the door open and stepped in.

You stopped on your tracks to admire the sight in front of you. Dean was standing in a booth, stance wide, arms straight in front of him and firing his gun repeatedly to a target across the room. The cotton of his shirt was stretched across his shoulders, revealing a toned back. Now there’s a sight for sore eyes. You relished the brief moment when he’d held you yesterday. I wonder what it would take to get a redo of that. That’s when you caught yourself. Oh for chrissake Y/N/N, stop drooling! You scolded your thoughts for a few more moments, never removing your eyes from Dean.

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By The Willow Shade

TITLE: By The Willow Shade

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 3

AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a witch (on Earth) and accidentally summoning Loki. He gets angry and confused, but ends up actually liking your company and teaches you more magic.

RATING: T

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    Willow awoke sprawled out on the bed in the spare room - which was ‘spare’ only in name, really - of Loki’s house. For a moment she wondered how she’d gotten there, before she remembered she’d fallen asleep curled up next to Loki the previous night. Then she felt a brief moment of panic when she remembered she’d told him the real reason she had summoned him four months ago. As much as she trusted Loki, she wasn’t stupid; he was, after all, the God of Mischief. Then again; his reply to the admission told her he’d already known, and he obviously did care about her at least to some degree. And besides, she’d been signing away days of her life to him for months; if he wanted to use her for some nefarious purpose, he wouldn’t need to manipulate her into it.

    With that strangely relaxing thought in mind, Willow got up and stretched, then walked out of the room to take a shower; stopping by the dresser along the way and grabbing a change of clothes. Once clean and dressed she walked over to Loki’s room and peeked inside, finding it empty. She went to the kitchen and found a bowl of oatmeal served and waiting for her, but no Loki; she shrugged then hopped up on the counter to eat.

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LES MIS MODERN AU — broship aesthetics: enjolras & feuilly

morning light and fresh croissants, sharing a newspaper, secondhand book stalls, bright smiles and wide-eyed admiration, secret corners of the city, a light breeze through open windows, earnest compliments, calling out flaws in arguments, putting other people first, conversations that forget to end, running fingers through hair, quiet snoring, the tightest hugs known to man. (requested by @aflamethatneverdies @jordsie @eirenical & anons)

Do you ever start reaching the end of a really good book and you can feel yourself drawing it out and stalling because you don’t want it to end? Yeah, me neither.

A Special Mix (Ignis x Fem Reader)

Sorry for the delay! This one actually had me stumped for a bit (and I came up with it, wth) but I finally finished! Another addition in the “Weekly Prompt” series I currently participate in. “Ignis has lost something but finds it somewhere unexpected”. I actually had a few giggles in the midst of writing lmao I hope you all enjoy!


“Say Ignis, what’s for dinner?”

The question had stumped the tactician for weeks now. Ignis had continuously flipped through his little black book of recipes with the intent of making something new.

 Nothing.

 Nothing was coming to mind. His mind was an empty canvas just waiting for fresh paint; for a masterpiece but that brush was never picked up, and the canvas was starting to collect dust. His companions hadn’t really noticed since upon their requests for food, he would make a dish he had since prepared in the past. As long as it was food, they were satisfied; but alas, he was not. His spark had disappeared…

 “I don’t understand” Ignis sat cross-legged in the armchair nestled in the corner of their hotel room in Altissia. The gang had made it a habit to come to visit the beautiful city when possible. This usually ended up with the other boys roaming around while Ignis went over work related things or visited the many food stalls and shops. Generally he could find all the items he needed along with new things but lately his search was less than helpful towards his current predicament.

 Ignis tried to enlist the help of the Internet. Of course he much preferred the fine print of a book but he was teetering on desperation at this point. After scouring many webpages, endless blogs and forums, he came up short.

 “This is unbelievable. I can’t seem to formulate simple concoctions from even the most basic of ingredients…” He trailed off in thought, running his long fingers through his hair as he slouched back into his chair.  Ignis needed something to jar his brain and kick-start the fire in his mind. He loved cooking to the point he needed to do it more often than not to keep himself remotely satisfied. Not having done so with new ideas was beginning to affect him mentally and with something so trivial to the outside world weighing heavy on his shoulders, for the Prince’s tactician and “lifeline” this was unacceptable.

 After letting another long hour pass and the ticking sound of the grandfather clock seemingly louder than usual, Ignis decided to abandon the confines of the hotel room and hit the streets of Altissia for a bit to ease his mind. Maybe he was thinking a little too hard on the matter…


 The roads of Atissia were always a real treat. The city stayed busy with residents and tourists alike; venturing to and from the many shops, stalls and restaurants. It always left Ignis a bit warm on the inside. Naturally, he had his few favorite locations to visit, however, one in particular always caught his eye.

 “[Bakey Name]” Ignis smiled as he stared at the small storefront. The sign above the front window display was in a traditional cursive calligraphy. An old cowbell cheered when the arched mahogany door, seemingly aged with time, opened out into a medium sized area. The walls were painted a soft cream color, accented with a rich mahogany crown molding to match the front door. A dark cherrywood floor flowed throughout the room only covered in a small area by a circular rug of the sitting space. ‘Heaven’ Ignis thought.

 Standing at the doorway, the aroma of freshly baked bread and a hot pot of coffee wafted its way underneath his nose; his toes starting to curl with delight.

 “Mr. Scientia! It’s great to see you again” A petite older woman with all white hair stood behind the counter giving Ignis a warm hearted smile as he made his way over.

 “Mrs. Eleanor, all the same to you. Naturally I couldn’t come to the city without stopping in. I don’t believe my taste buds would allow such a travesty”

 “And I’d be offended if you didn’t! We have some new cookies ready for the world to try and I believe you’re just the man to test them for us, mhm” She grinned stepping to the side to open and pull out a nice size cookie from inside the counter display.  

 “One fresh Oatmeal Raisin and Apricot cookie, just for you sir!” Ignis happily took the morsel in his hand, taking a generous bite. With a smile he nodded to the women.

 “This cookie is Ignis approved, madam” The women clapped feeling absolutely elated with the praise before she tilted her head.

 “Oh, y/n! I didn’t see ya there. Ready to pick up your order?” The women’s attention had moved behind Ignis. You stepped from behind him and smiled brightly to Mrs. Eleanor; a tote bag in one hand and a floral notebook held against your chest.

 “My apologies” Ignis moved to let you step forward, however, his gaze never fell from your form. As you spoke to the women, he involuntarily looked you over, admiring your (h/l) (h/c) hair, the way your large round frames sat on your nose and soft (s/c) skin against your sundress. What really caught his eye, well ear, was the sound of your velvety voice as you gushed fluently of new vegetables and spices you recently picked from your garden. The words rolled off your tongue as if it was a second language. Emitting dialect that only a true cook would understand the meaning of. Ignis wanted to know more.

 “Well I hope all continues to go well Mrs. y/n. Come back soon and I’ll have more for ya!”

 “I’ll be back soon, for sure. Thanks again!” You waved to the women, making your way towards the door and outside; the sound of the bell knocking Ignis out of his mild trace before saying goodbye to Mrs. Eleanor and making haste after you, cookie still in hand.

 “Hmm, a little bit of this dashed on top of the beef should bring out the flavor” Your mind was lost in thought as you walked inattentively down the narrow street towards your apartment. Writing down recipe ideas in your little notebook had become a habit. No matter where you were, if something sprang to mind, it was imprinted onto paper. Your interest in cooking stemmed from a young age as your family used to own a restaurant back in your hometown. Just being in the kitchen brought you endless amounts of joy.

 The streets of Altissa remained busy even with late afternoon looming it’s way closer. Ignis weaved his way through the sea of people trying his best to catch the sight of you. His eyes finally fell on your (favorite pattern/color) dress as you wandered through the crowd, head down appearing to be looking at something. With a break in the crowd, Ignis finally caught up to you, tapping you on the shoulder.

 “Oh!” Your books and bag flew from your hands landing at both your feet.

 “Goodness, I didn’t mean to startle you Mrs. I’m terribly sorry” Ignis quickly began to pick up your things as you started to gather your composure.

 “It’s alright. I suppose it’s my fault for being so unobservant while walking. Anything could have happened. Thanks so much.”  You smiled as Ignis placed your items in your hands, his eyes dropping to the open notebook. Quickly flipping it closed, you held it close to your chest, a light shade of pink dusting your cheeks.

 “Uhm, you’re the fellow from the bakery? Mrs. Eleanor seems to fancy you a lot” You gestured toward the cookie still being held tightly in Ignis’s grip. His gaze shifted back to yours.

 “You think so? I tend to stop by more often than not during my time in the city. I guess you could say I am a bit smitten with the pastries” He gave a light chuckle before running his hand through his hair awkwardly.

 “I agree. The little shop has a special charm that just draws you in. It’s very hard to stay away, Mr…?”

 “Heavens, I’m sorry. Scientia. Ignis Scientia. “ He gave you a soft smile before placing his hand on his chest and bowing slightly. The word ‘Regal’ popped into your head, as you looked him over. This man gave off an aura that oddly enough made you want to stick around him a little longer. Most men had made it painfully obvious of their intentions but you found it hard to read Mr. Scientia. What did he want?

 “Y/n Y/l/n” You returned his smile as he repeated your name, commenting on how beautiful it was. Ignis’s eye’s shifted to your notebook still being held tightly against your chest noting that you had placed little culinary themed stickers over it’s front.

 “Ahem, if I may be so bold. I couldn’t help noticing how well you spoke of the meal you intend to prepare in the future and also the notebook you hold, I say, are you a chef of sorts?” The mentioning of your hobby actually caused you to blush with excitement. No one had ever taken notice in your knowledge of the subject.

 “Oh no, I wouldn’t go as far to say I’m a chef, but I do love to cook. In fact I’d say it has been a passion of mine for a very long time.” Ignis listened as you spoke of your love for cooking. The excitement in your eyes and the pure enthusiasm behind your words was enticing. The two of you had started walking down the road exchanging bits of culinary information between small talk and silly jokes. You were surprised to see the man beside you had also carried a notebook filled with different recipes; his far more detailed of dishes from across Eos. Neither of you had ever met someone whom shared the same love for the culinary arts as well as other subjects so in the long run, this was a nice change of pace. He had given you some advice on the dish you planned to prepare, opening your eyes to new flavor combinations that hadn’t before crossed your mind.


 Ignis had made it a priority to come back and visit Altissia over the next few months, not only for the scenery, but also for the presence of someone special. The two of you had undoubtedly become closer than expected.

 “Iggy, taste” You held up a fork full of steamed veggies sautéed in a special pepper sauce made with your own ingredients from the garden allotment you tended to on the roof of your apartment. The night when you two met, you spoke of the garden which interested Iggy to the fullest extent ‘You must show me one day’ he asked, to which you agreed. Ignis had told you of his work with the Prince which lead to him indulging in cooking at a young age. ‘That’s incredible’ you had commented. He later promised to show you the huge palace kitchen much to your delight.

 “Absolutely delicious” The strategists green eyes sparkled behind his glasses as he stared back into your e/c ones. The small bit of praise warmed your cheeks as you quickly turned back to the stove. Ignis studied you closely knowing you were currently in your element, which made him delighted. The funk he had been in for the last few months still felt like a ton of bricks on his back leaving him quite sour most days but he refused to let that ruin his time with you. The idea of confiding in you for advice crossed his mind occasionally however he felt it to just be a burden. ‘I don’t believe it’s necessary. I should be able to whip up recipes on my own’ The stubborn mental response continuously played in his head even if he knew he was nearly at his wits end with trying.

 Ignis had come to stand behind you, his hands resting gently on your hips, bent slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder as you stirred the contents on your stovetop. In the time you two spent together, Ignis became someone very special to you.  You constantly made an effort to learn more about him and fully understand what made him tick, however, there was something you were very curious about.

 “Ignis…?” he nestled his nose against the crook of your neck, basking in your perfume before responding with a muffled ‘yes?’  After switching off the stove, you turned your head to him slightly before asking in a hushed tone. 

“What makes you so fond of cooking and looking after your friends? What really drives Mr. Scientia?”

 The questions kind of threw Ignis off causing him to raise his head with an arched brow. He searched your gaze for a moment before looking off into space. ‘What drove him?’. The thought never once crossed his mind. What exactly was this force behind his will to continue on the path he was given?

 “Love…” His accent hung thick to the word as it escaped his lips before he had a chance to think, however, there was more confidence in it than anything he has ever said. Love was the reason he stuck by Noct. The reason he put up with his friends shenanigans every day. The reason he continuously put his life on the line. The reason he enjoyed cooking as it always rewarded him with the gift of a smile from the person who indulged. And the reason he currently stood by your side. Those endless reasons…

 “Y/n…that’s it…” he whispered. Griping your hips a bit tighter, he turned you to face him, the feeling of relief washing over his body. You stared back at him, a questioning look on your face as a smile slowly started to form on his. Ignis had found it. His reason. His fire. Within seconds of the realization, endless ideas began to form in his brain, one after the other fueled in their entirety by his passion for cooking, his reason for smiles. That kick in the butt came from his love of his friends and now you. ‘This is all thanks to you’ he thought excitedly. You had opened a special Pandora’s box in his mind that really made him think. He wanted to continue this path of spreading happiness though the stomach; as silly as it sounded. It was what he wanted to do, needed to do!

 Ignis quickly picked you up and spun you around exclaiming loudly at the top of his lungs.

 “That’s it!” You could practically feel the sudden excitement rolling off of him in waves as he held you. You clung to him tightly both surprised and confused but let him continue his moment (noting it was a weee bit out of character but incredibly adorable). Nonetheless, it made you smile.

 “W-what is it darling?” He set you down and planted a deep passionate kiss onto your lips, causing you to squeak in surprise, before pulling away and adjusting his glasses.

 “I’ve come up with a new recipeh!”

RIP your kitchen. It was about to be a longgg night.

Ancient Tomes - Part 1

Gabriel had picked the perfect locker with a view of the gym’s showers, allowing him to appear as though he was getting dressed for a long day of work while surreptitiously watching the last few shower stalls. It was a bizarre design choice to have shower stalls without any doors for real privacy, but Gabe wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

It didn’t take long for someone to walk up to the stall on the end, towel in hand, and step beneath a hammering spray of water to wash off the sweat of a long workout.  That’s when Gabriel sprang into action.

Inside his locker was an unassuming book, bound in leather, untitled but for some unknown symbols decorating the spine and cover. Gabe had come across it in one of his many dives into the school library, and at first thought it was some kind of planted gag. When he opened the tome to find it written all in ancient Sumerian, a language he was only familiar with enough to recognize, he felt there may have been something more to the book than met the eye.

It was difficult to read not simply for the ancient language but also because the pages had originally been on a scroll before they were bound in leather as a book, so the text sometimes cut off part way through without explanation. Finally, after months of careful translation and piecing together each paragraph, Gabe felt he understood what the book was - it was a magical codex.

At first, Gabe scoffed - while there may have been some value to the book as a museum piece, he didn’t believe in magic in the slightest. On a lark one night he decided to flip open the codex and find a spell that purported to induce a flame. He stumbled through the syllables clumsily, fully expecting absolutely nothing, but when the small candle he’d placed in his kitchen immediately erupted in an inferno that required him to use the nearby fire extinguisher he quickly changed his opinion.

This change of heart eventually brought Gabe to the gym locker room. Gabe had always been slight of stature, and had yearned for the kind of body built by spending hours working out rather than reading nonfiction. He hadn’t found any spells that had been labeled “turn into Conan the Barbarian,” but he had found something he’d best been able to translate as “become potent male”. It sounded promising, but he’d also remembered what had happened in the kitchen the night before, so he decided he needed a guinea pig to ensure he’d gotten the “potent” part right.

Said nameless guinea pig had just finished washing his hair by the time Gabe had finished the last syllable. At first nothing seemed to happen, and Gabe wondered if anything even would considering the guy was already fairly well built and likely needed no additional “potency”. Then he noticed something - he seemed to be broaden, widening before his very eyes. His neck, shoulders, chest, waist and hips all seemed to spread until he appeared squat and stocky despite having lost no height. Then there was a general rounding, his angular features and ripped abdominals disappearing as his flesh filled in and smoothed every sharp edge he possessed. In seconds he looked like a star rugby player just back from practice.

But it didn’t stop. The flesh filling in his abs pooled, and then surged forward into a definite paunch. His pecs kept getting heavier and heavier until they sagged under their own mass, losing their rectangular shape as the nipples which capped them grew into perky eraserheads atop silver-dollar sized areolas. Fat wrapped around his chest until it formed a crease on his back and held his arms out at an angle. His neck disappeared between the rising meat of his shoulders and his descending double chin, until his head was just a round, jowly face perched atop an enormous barrel torso.

His limbs then seemed to catch up with the rest of him, each arm becoming a ham-like appendage with utterly no sign of the powerful musculature they once displayed. His fingers swelled into sausage-like digits until his closed fist was nearly the size of Gabe’s head. His wide-set legs grew into sturdy tree-trunks, easily able to handle the bulk they now had to carry. As he turned to rinse off the shampoo Gabe noticed his ass inflating like balloons until each cheek were two enormous, jiggling spheres of fat battling for dominance of his backside. As he completed his rotation Gabe could see his stomach had grown to match, now a massive tank that sagged over his waist, with lovehandles the size of tires flowing into it.

Gabe had never thought in his wildest dreams that this massive fat-ass before him was the ancient Sumerian idea of “potent”, but the spell wasn’t quite finished. Beneath his quivering belly and between those powerful thighs he could just make out something stirring. His balls seemed to be descending slowly down his legs, and then blowing up from mere golf balls to the size of tennis balls. Each simple movement as he scrubbed the last of the soap from his body would cause his now massive testes to bounce and jostle while the rest of him quivered and wobbled. The whole display was almost hypnotic.

In fact, he didn’t even notice when the guy turned off the shower and began to walk back to his locker to dry himself. Each thunderous footfall as he moved was overshadowed by a dull slap as each thigh bounced his massive balls off the other with each step. The rest of him was no less a symphony of motion as his tits, belly, and ass shook with his movement.

“Hey - eyes up here.”

Gabe blinked, and then realized he’d been caught staring. The guy had walked right up to his locker and was only a few feet away, although his enormous bulk made him seem a lot closer. His moon face was twisted in a smirk, like having caught a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.

“See something you like,” he asked, with his free hand jostling his almost grocery bag sized sac, the same arm’s tit jiggling in sync.

Gabe tried to be apologetic, but when it seemed like he was blowing the guy off the newly fattened gym-goer stormed off in a booming huff. Gabe then quickly stowed the book in his bag, got dressed, and left without looking back.  

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#61 End Up Here - 5 Seconds Of Summer | High School AU | His P.O.V

A/N:

Everyone loves a little bit nerdy 5sos, right? Wrote this earlier whilst I was chilling at the pool, really loved Ashton’s part x

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Luke:

My head spins

I’m pressed against the wall

Just watching your every move

You’re way too cool

And you’re coming this way

Coming this way

Pressing my foot against the lock of the troll I was having my hands on, I pressed hard enough for the lock to open letting me remove the troll from its usual place where people came and left to return the books they had borrowed - being too lazy to actually find the books original place. That was where my part came in, a couple of weeks ago one of the librarians had hung up a note saying they needed employees on the school library and since I had lack of money due to not having time enough for a real job, my mom thought - being a math teacher herself - that I should take it because what could be bad about working and studying in the same time; a win win situation as she said herself.

My mind was drifting away as I walked down one of the aisles, stopping up a couple of times to grab one of the books on the trolley and place them back on their original spot. I repeated the same action but stopped in track before I came to the end of the aisle, hearing a faint sound of girly giggles, my eyebrows increased, but I couldn’t get myself to look. I knew the giggle - too well than necessary.

I grabbed a book on the stall and to my theory Y/N and some of her friends were “studying” as they would call it, sharing chit chats with each other and draw doodles in their note books. I stared at them for more than necessary, admiring how calm they were when it came to school and stuff. Y/N threw some of her hair over her shoulder before standing up from the couch and heading towards where I was standing. Panic spread through my body and I almost threw the book I was holding back to its place before turning around back to my trolley just as she approached me.

 “Hey Luke.” She greeted, walking past me and over to one of the other shelves, looking around at the different titles probably trying to find a book. It was amazing to see her still greeting me with the same smiles she used to do when we were smaller. Back in kindergarten we used to be best friends – living next to each other being neighbors and our mothers – still – best friends. But as time passed and we started in high school, we choose different subjects to study which is a conclusion on where we’ve ended today. Y/N hanging around with the different jocks and being on the cheerleader team and well me spending more time than necessary in biology and math. But it wasn’t like we couldn’t talk together, Y/N always enjoyed to come up to me before lunch to chat, yet I always tended to forget what to say, so it was mostly her doing the talking.

I watched her as she stood on her tip toes, trying to grasp a book placed on one of the top shelves, but having the few inches she has it was rather difficult to reach. I zoned out from my daze before letting out a chuckle, walking over to her. “This one?” I asked standing behind her to grab the book she was reaching for. “Yes.” She said standing back on her heels, me grabbing the book for her before placing it in her hands. “Thanks Lukey.” She smiled before heading back to the other girls, my heart fluttering by the nickname. “What are you guys studying?” I blurted without realization. She held the book up for me to read the title and I mentally slapped myself for asking. “Psychology, right.” I mumbled, but she only chuckled at me as a reddish color appeared on my cheeks. “We should chat some more.” She smiled. “You have my number right?” She asked walking backwards with the book, before she disappeared into another aisle leaving me alone again.

 I stood frozen in my spot for a few seconds, still trying to register the words Y/N had said to me before I threw one of the books I held in my hand and onto the trolley, grabbing my phone from my pocket before unlocking it and going through the contact. “Of course I still have her number, why would’ve I deleted.” I thought to myself going through the different names when hers finally popped up. But what should I text. And why would she even wanna be in contact with me? 

Calum:

My friends say I should lock you down

Before you figure me out and you run away

But you don’t and you wont as you kiss me

And you tell me that you’re here to stay

Rumbling through my locker, I tried to find my biology book, determined to find it before class would start. I let out a small groan with a roll in the eyes afterwards as I couldn’t find it, starting to pull every single thing out of my locker. “Need a little help here?” I looked away from my locker to see Ashley standing next to me, a small smile forming on her lips. I let out a sigh but formed a small smile afterwards as I placed some of my other books from my locker in her waiting arms, letting her hold them as I roamed through my stuff with easier access this time.

“What’s this?” She questioned, holding out a note that was usually used to be in the book so I could find the correct page but she had pulled it out looking questionable at me. I grabbed the note, squeezing my eyes to get a better look through my rimmed glasses. “It’s just an address.” I replayed casually and let out a smile as I finally found my biology book, placing it between my thighs so I could take my stuff away from Ashley and put it back in my locker. “Yeah I can tell but who’s?” She asked eyeing me skeptical as I filled my locker up and taking be note out of her hand, throwing it back to my locker.

“Y/N’s”

 "That spoiled up cheerleader with lack of knowledge of other persons’ feelings? I thought you didn’t have to tutor her anymore?“

 I swallowed thickly as Ashley’s skeptical eyes were burning into mine waiting for answers. "We’re hanging out at times.” I scratched my neck nervously waiting for her rage move. Ashley didn’t say a word, the face expression that should have been madness was replaced with sympathy and sadness. “I think you should watch out Cal. You know girls like her. Takes the opportunity to manipulate people and afterwards crush them.”

My mouth turned dry as she spoke nodding my head along with her words. “You know, being hurt is last thing I want to happen to you.” She reassured. “I know.. But I don’t think Y/N’s like that.” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say. Ashley gave me a glare that said “Listen to yourself and think how ridiculous you sound right now” look but I could only shrug at her again. “I’m not saying that you should cut her off just..” “You kind of are.” I interrupted, putting the rest of my books into the locker. “Persons like us do not belong to persons like her. We have nothing in common with them so why interact with them?” “Because maybe some of them are different.” I eyed some of the jocks already looking over at Ashley and I, their smug looks never leaving. “Believe it yourself Cal.” She gave me one last smile with a shrug before she started to walk over to her own locker making me turn my attention back to place the books in my own.

“Hi Calum!” The sudden sound of Y/N send a jolt through my body making me almost drop my biology book from my hands but catching it by pressing my thighs against the lockers, having it pressed in between. I grabbed the book standing up straighter.

“Hi Y/N.” I mumbled quietly, watching Ashley’s back as her words repeated in my mind. “Same time today?” She asked biting her lip as she eyed me.

I was about to say no, telling her that things would be better if we stopped when things were still new before things would grow bigger into something that would be difficult to get out off, but as her soft lips connected with my cheek fast, my mind started to fuzz and all I could think about how fast her lips had left my skin.

She pulled away slightly, giggling my dazed state. I nodded my head repeatedly in a fast mode, thinking that if I did it faster it would probably fall off. “Good.” She smiled. “I’ll see you out in the parking lot after fifth period okay?” I nodded my head again with lest desperation as she gave me a wink turning on her heel before walking towards whatever class she was going to. I could feel my cheeks burn as the corners of my mouth turned upwards, but it faded when I caught Ashley’s attention again, her head shaking in a disappointed way, rolling her eyes at how easy I was to tear around a finger with. I gave her a shrug before throwing my bag pack over my shoulder, heading towards my biology class.

Michael:

You walked in

Everyone was asking for your name

You just smiled

And told them “trouble”

Detention. That was definitely the last thing I expected would happen today when I woke up this morning. But a sudden fight in the hallway one of the jocks started including me ended up bad and a teacher had to pull us apart. I opened the door to the very unfamiliar room, seeing a few different people around the tables – people who were here as usual, causing either trouble in class or outside.

I felt ashamed as eyes felt on me, people giving me a questionable look as in why a person like me would be in a room like them. But here I was. I walked over to one of the tables being placed in the back of the class, trying to avoid the other people. A teacher came in through the door as I had taken a seat, scribbling something down on his notepad before looking towards up. “The rules are simple, you know them, no talking, no phones, you can’t leave before the detention is fully over, find some homework occupy yourselves.” He said it all in monotone before taking a seat at the teacher’s chair, grabbing out some assignments he could correct. I reached out for my bag on the floor, taking out some left over homework I had planned on making at home, taking out a pencil as well, placing it all on the table.

“Sorry I’m late.” A girl suddenly announced as she barked in through the door, taking both most of the students and the teacher aback. “What are you doing here?” The teacher asked confused yet curious, a girl like her wouldn’t even dare spending any time here.

“Detention.” She smiled through gritted teeth, showing the purple note in her hand before walking back to the nearest tables, taking a seat next to mine. A few glares were send towards her as she stared out in the air, crossing her arms. The stares didn’t leave making me rather uncomfortable, shifting lightly in my chair. Even though that they weren’t staring at me, it still had some effect.

I did as everyone else and took a look at the girl. Her hair was falling into her eyes as she stared down her table, her eyes opening and closing like she was having a hard time trying to stay awake. She seemed familiar, but I didn’t know from where I had seen her before. She lifted her gaze towards the people that were looking at her, a pinkish blush appearing on her cheeks as all eyes were on her. The teacher suddenly stood op making every student look back at him. “I’m going to the toilet.” He mumbled leaving the class. All eyes felt back to her in a questionable manor.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” A blue haired lad asked with a laugh.

That was it, she was Y/N Y/L/N, a girl I had science with when we were sophomores. She was the typical good girl, always making her homework and being smart herself, yet everyone seemed to like and be pleased about her. My eyes felt on her again, “I woke up too late this morning, didn’t catch the bus.” She shrugged, starting to grow tired by the constant staring.

“What about you what are you doing here?”

She suddenly turned her head towards me, giving me an odd stare. My mouth went dry as everyone started to look at me, waiting curiously for an answer as they saw my presence. “I uhm..” I stammered trying to speak up. “I was in a fight.” I trailed off, everyone’s eyes going wide inclusive Y/N. It seemed to be enough said as everyone else turned their heads back towards the blackboard but Y/N’s eyes kept on staring at my form.

I hesitantly looked over at her meeting her curious eyes. “Who started up a fight?” She asked quietly as she noticed the teacher coming back into the classroom. I looked back at the teacher in a fear of getting caught, taking my pencil in my hand before writing something down on my note. I showed her the name I had written on the paper and her eyebrows furrowed before fire filled in her eyes, letting her hand dip down in her pants pocket, taking out her phone. I eyed her as she started to type down something in a message before pressing send and sending it.

She gave me a small smile before placing her phone on her lap, starting to play some kind of app game. I teared my eyes away after a while trying to focus back on my homework but kept on catching myself as my eyes sneaked back to her, watching her every move.

Ashton:

Call me lucky ‘cause in the end

I’m a 6 and she’s a 10

She’s so fit

I’m insecure

But she keeps coming back for more

My eyes scanned the paper Mr. Flench just had delivered to the class, another boring math example - a perfect example on a brain washer compared to the lack of intelligence in this class. Not that people were dumb, they just seemed to push their academic skills away, replacing it with a typical high school mind, parties, alcohol and what so ever being the only important topic.

My eyes gazed the paper and a small smirk formed to my lips. The test was easy but when my eyes scanned the crowd around me people were either scratching their heads in confusion or staring at the paper blankly, probably wishing for the assignment to fix itself.

The pencil I was holding right above the empty space where the answer should be written was making circular motions in the air as my brain was working for an answer. The pencil stopped when the math example was clear in my mind and I started to scribble down the answer after answer. My brain was working fast as I was progressing well in the assignment but it all stopped when the sound of the door opening interrupted - a faint sound of “Sorry I’m late” appeared.

My mind stopped and so did my pencil.

My mouth was going dry as I looked blankly at the paper, my mind fuzzing and thinking about everything but the assignment in front of me.

Snap out of it Ashton.

The feeling of a present next to me appeared and someone took a seat next to me making my heart flutter. Y/N took out a pencil case from her bag, roaming through it before she grabbed a black and pink pencil letting it fiddle between her fingers, chewing on her bottom lip as Mrs. Hemmings passed out a paper to her, placing it on her desk as she leaned forward to look at it, some of her bangs going in front of her eyes. She knotted her eyebrows before rolling her eyes and leaned back in the chair again. Math was never her favorite subject if she could get through with a D she would be happy.

I tried to tear my eyes away from her and back to the paper but I caught myself every fifth second, my eyes scanning back to her. She looked blank - or lost to be more exact. The way her mouth slightly parted as she read a question, her eyebrows furrowing when she didn’t understand. I mentally slapped myself when I did it yet again, returning my eyes back to the paper, my brain starting to progress the questions again.

“I don’t get this.” She mumbled, probably more to herself than me but it made me raise my head anyways, flipping my curly locks in front of my classes away. My mouth was open as I stared at her but no words came out as she looked up at me with a timid and confused gaze, looking at me extremely vulnerable with a hint of shouting “help”. I was the only one knowing about her problem - the only one who knew how much she actually sucked about this, how much numbers made her head go numb with confusion, and how much she hated to talk about others with it.

I hesitated for a moment before letting my arm sneak under hers, my pencil making circles around the correct answers on her paper as I tried to make it look as secret as possible not wishing to get any trouble with cheating. I finished making the last circle on the first page - that would make sure she would at least pass on the test, and removed my arm so I could lean back in my own seat again, going back to my own paper.

But my body jolted with a buzz as I felt her hand on my thigh, looking hesitantly up at her. As our eyes met she formed a shy yet happy smile before mouthing “Thank you”, making my heart flutter even more. I know I shouldn’t be doing it, giving the correct answers to her under every task wouldn’t help her in the end but the smile of hers always told me otherwise. She made my heart flutter more than anything else in life with such a small action. But there was always that little devil in the back of my mind telling me that it would bite me in the ass in the end. That she would trick me and stamp on my feelings in the end. I teared my eyes away from hers and back to the paper, her hand keeping on resting on my thigh throughout the class but I never determined to touch her hand with my own, I couldn’t dare to do it in a fear of rejection.

anonymous asked:

4, 6, 7, 15

Who is incredible in bed and completely knocks the other off their feet the first time they have sex?

I think they both believe that for the other. I mean their first time was a little unsure and awkward but nonetheless intense and pretty perfect but as they got older and got the hang of it, things are pretty mind-blowing in the bedroom department. They have that kind of chemistry you know that makes even fingertips turn numb and bodies ache from head to toe, both ending up drenched in sweat, always trying to catch their breath with ear to ear smiles. Betty thinks he is incredible in bed and Jughead thinks she is incredible in bed. :P However, Betty has a soft spot for A LOT of things that Juggie does during their intimate times that surprise her even to this day, and according to Veronica too (as Betty sometimes lets her know some of the raunchy details) they do make him pretty damn firey in bed 😝

Who is horny ALL OF THE TIME?

BETTY! I mean, can you blame her, he walks around the house with half-buttoned flannels or undershirts and messy hair poking his eyes. Would you be able to resist that? Generally, she thinks he looks eatable in anything (older Jughead certainly dresses up exactly like Cole, you can’t convince me otherwise and I’m here fanning myself) but she does get a little weak in the knees in the rare occasion of him in a suit, which means that she is all over him in every social gathering or important date. Archie is still scared from catching them in a very compromising position inside a stall in the men’s bathroom at his first golden record after party.

Who is sleepy and cuddly ALL THE TIME?

They are cuddly and affectionate in equal amounts. They enjoy physical contact, it makes them feel calm, safe. It probably starts casually, with Betty’s legs laying on his lap as he types and then gradually something pulls them closer everytime as of instinct, and Betty ends up nudging her cheek on his shoulder as she continues reading her book. Or he would come hug her from behind and rest his chin on her shoulder as she makes dinner or they would spend lazy Sundays cuddled in front of the fireplace, sometimes naked too.;) They are overall affectionate and intimate dorks and they are not afraid to show it. As for the sleepy part that’s Betty for sure. She can’t keep her eyes open past 12 at night and she can literally fall asleep on anything and sleep like the dead through anything too, which earns Jughead’s non-stop teasing. Jug is the night owl and the light sleeper but he is an adorable, disorientated sleepy cutie when he wakes up in the mornings. (melts)

Who wants to have sex at work/school and who is terrified of getting caught?

Oddly enough, Juggie. Maybe it’s the fact that Betty’s workplace reminds him of the Blue & Gold and their fun times there, maybe it’s the fact that she is a woman in power, maybe it’s the tight pencil skirts she sports in the office, he truly doesn’t know. It’s those rare occasions that his mind works as the one of a typical predatory male, the same reason why he loved her in a cheerleading uniform at school. It’s archetype and not really his style but he can’t help but think about it as his ultimate fantasy. Betty finds it flattering but they both wouldn’t act on it cause they are not this type of people. They do compromise though by Betty maintaining her in charge, editor in chief role in bed sometimes. ;) As for Jughead’s work, let’s just say that if his office desk at home had a voice, it would have a lot of steamy stories to share. ;)

(There was an internet malfuction that’s why it took me so long to answer but I’m back and I’m on fire. xD) 

Send me questions about Bughead! :)

so my brother helped me outline the next book and a half of Iridia and OMG YOU GUYS I AM SO EXCITED FOR THESE STORY ARCS. Like, I know you all haven’t even met Pomona and Nevea yet, but just the growth that these two are going to see … it makes me a little teary-eyed. So much drama, and angst, and ass-kicking, and UGH I AM SO PROUD OF THEM!!!!

The only book not totally outlined is the last book because I know where I want to it end and a few things that I need to build toward, but I think the rest of it will be dependent upon how everything else plays out once it’s written.

I’ve been stalled on this project for MONTHS and I’m finally feeling excited to write it again! Hallelujah!

anonymous asked:

As a former Chris fan, I cringe that the only way Chris can get work is if he writes it for himself because no one will cast him.

Yes, that poor darling. Taking an opportunity to showcase his acting, writing, and creative contacts all in one space with a respected production studio, and perhaps even try a new opportunity as a director.  Because it’s not like he was ever cast in something where the part was written just for him simply because Chris was so uniquely talented! Except, y’know for those times that actually happened with “Glee” and the Noel Coward film. (The fact that production was stalled due to economic reality doesn’t actually change the fact that Chris was hand-picked by the director and the heirs of Coward himself.) Other than that, though, I agree that it isn’t like he’s been offered opportunities to act with anyone famous. I mean y’know, except for the likes of Betty White, Carol Burnett, Martin Sheen, Kevin Bacon, Julie Andrews, Jennifer Saunders … I mean who ever heard of those folks, right? 

Of course, we all know that Chris has just been loafing around doing nothing in the two years since his gig on Glee ended. I mean, those five or six books written in that interim were nothing, right? After all, it’s not like the ones that’ve been published have done any business … except for the past 2 years comprising at least a third of those 30+ weeks he’s spent on the New York Times Bestseller top 10, natch.

But hey, not everyone can count on the opportunity to grovel to Ryan Murphy and kiss his ass when they need a job!  Poor Chris, forced to rely on his own creativity, talent, and good reputation in Hollywood.  It’s a pity, but he can dry his tears of shame on some of those millions he’s earned. 

HAPPY 5TH BIRTHDAY TO THE SELECTION! I think the 5 year celebration tag going around is great and was brought to its attention thanks to the mentions from @thedandelioninperspective @theselectionmouse and @illeaslockedbluebox so i’d like to dedicate this doodle to them being I wouldn’t have even noticed what an important date was if not for their mentions! :)

When I joined: So I actually did not join this fandom upon reading the books. I read them back in 8th grade. I believe all three of America’s story were out then. Thus I read them and put them back on the shelf. A year later it was my 9th grade year and i was cleaning my room. I found a copy of the selection beat up and crammed between my bed and my window. I still don’t know why it was there but it was. I skimmed through it remembering how I cried the first time I read it purely because I loved it so much. A few months after I decided I would check and see if there was a fandom. There was so I made a blog on October 20th 2015.

How this fandom/book series has impacted me:

I say with 100% certainty that I owe my life to this series, as it saved my life twice. My 8th grade year I was horribly depressed. I hated everything about myself I didn’t have too many friends and the one friend I had was way to close to my family, I was terrified she would tell my mother if I told her anything about how I wished to end my life. Due to this book series I made friends with a girl named Paula who had already liked and read the book. She became my best friend for that year and she was the one I called right before I decided to kill myself. She was not able to stop me, however she stalled me for long enough that my mother came in and stopped me. The second time I was more depressed. This was before I joined the fandom but after I found the books again. My 9th grade year my depression hit harder. I had a lovely summer without it but as soon as fall came it was back. This time I self-harmed. I wanted to peel the skin off of my legs and rip out all of the fat inside of me. I viewed myself as nothing. There was a boy who I liked (my current boyfriend) but he didn’t like me at the point in time, my art looked crappy, I missed my friends from middle school as I had moved, and my friends were all depressed so their misery leeched onto me and drained me of all joy. However once again I made friends due to a common interest. A girl named Elizabeth became my close friend due to the books and she was able to help me through my depression. Without the books we probably never would have met. Not only do I owe my life to these books but I also owe my current enjoyments of life to it. My art has improved through fanart and I have made online friends through the fandom. I am truly grateful for the selection books and the fandom.

My close friends in this fandom are: @prince-consort-lolz  @prince-consort-erik @prince-consort-kile and @book-and-comic-fangirl

Some blogs I admire: @eadlynschreaveofillea @skylars-selection and probably a lot more none are just coming to mind right now.