HOW IS THAT A TAG ALREADY

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Concrete Genie is a game about a bullied teenager named Ash, who escapes his troubles by painting spectacular living landscapes and mischievous creatures throughout his abandoned hometown of Denska. As he masters this magical paint, he discovers it can purify Denska’s polluted walls. Can Ash overcome the bullies and paint his hometown back to life?

Yesterday’s Feelings Chapter Five- Dean x Reader

Yesterday’s Feelings Chapter Five

Rating: T

Summary: Dean Winchester cheated on you and you left without a word.  A case brings you back to him, but the story isn’t as simple as it seems

Warnings: Language.  Graphic Violence.  Angst.

Word Count: 1600

AN: Hello. So here is chapter 5! 

Please excuse the major errors. I will fix stuff I see with time. ;) Happy reading!  

Tags:  Send me an ask and I will add you to my list! :)  Remember tumblr is cunty cut and hides notes sometimes.  XD


Originally posted by zest-wincest

SERIES MASTERLIST

All those feelings, those yesterdays feelings will all be lost in time
but today I’ve wasted away for today is on my mind
(yeah today is on my mind)

Yesterday’s Feelings by The Used



The obnoxiously loud blaring of your phone shook you out of a fitful sleep.  You growled lowly as you jerked it off the dresser and smashed snooze.  How the hell was it already morning?  It felt like you had just fallen asleep not even an hour ago, but the sun peered through the flimsy curtains of your dank motel room.  You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you tried to wake up.  

“Ffffuuuuucccckkkk.”  You groaned as you sat up.  You were currently staying in a little town in East Texas called Burke. You had been working a few cases with Garth and this placed seemed to be a hot stop for werewolves and hauntings.  You had been on a different hunt almost every other day for the last month and you felt like death himself.  

Your phone made a beeping sound and you reached over to read the text.  You smiled happily when it was from the mother of the little girl that you had saved from a specter a few nights ago.  

Her daughter was awake and doing well.  You hummed to yourself despite the intense crick in your neck.  It felt good to get back into some sort of normal.  Everything that had happened in the last six weeks had left you emotionally drained and these type of cases were like a breath of fresh air.  

Garth had said he was heading towards Mississippi last night and had invited you to come with him.  You had declined as you were going to visit your cousin Milly. She lived a few towns over from Burke and you hadn’t seen her in a few years.  

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I’ve  Always Cared: Part 2

THIS IS FOR MY GIRL ANNA @queen-archeron whose birthday was yesterday!! She is is one of the best people I know and please check out her blog if you already haven’t cause she is amazing! I’M SO SORRY!!!! I know, I suck, this took me forever to write because I had to start over about 3 times. BUT I did find out how I want this entire fic to go and I think (or hope) you guys will like it ! This one is kinda short but only because I needed this to set some other stuff up. People you asked to be tagged @songbirdsbooks @aelin-firehearts-court @krm00623 @queen-archeron  


Her mouth dropped open. 

“What are you doing here?” Cassian and Nesta said simultaneously. She scowled at him and said before he could open his mouth again, “You know what? I don’t care, if you’re here the rest of your dog pack shouldn’t be far away. I’m leaving.”

She had to get away from him. Out of all the people Nesta could have seen tonight it had to be him. Well, she’d be damned if she let Cassian see her as a sad drunk. She didn’t need him to add more reasons to the list of why he doesn’t like her. Nesta moved to leave, but should have known he wouldn’t let her get away that easy though. 

Cassian grabbed her arm and brought her close to him, “I’m here looking for you.” he said with an almost panicked look in his eyes. 

“And why were you looking for me?” She said annoyed.

“I-We thought something happened to you! Nesta you haven’t been out of that house for more than a couple of minutes for the last four months, but you’ve been gone for hours today! You left no note, nothing to show us you were okay, you just …left.” Cassian said all in one breath. 

Nesta looked up at him wide eyed. “I-I didn’t realize anyone would have cared or noticed if I was gone, least of all you.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cassian said looking…hurt? Crap, she didn’t mean to admit that last part but still, why did care all of a sudden? 

Nesta laughed dryly, he didn’t care but that doesn’t mean he was willing to admit it. Too bad she already knew. “Cass, it’s no secret that you’ve been avoiding me. So excuse me for being a bit confused on why you are acting worried about my well being after months of me locking myself away. You didn’t care about me then, so why do you care now?” She said bitterly. She was being childish and unfair, but she didn’t care. She was hurt, and drunk, and couldn’t help but voicing her thoughts. 

Cassian had a pained expression on his face. He opened his mouth, probably to come up with some bullshit explanation when Nesta just could not take it anymore. She pushed him out of her way and left the bar. This time, Cassian didn’t stop her. 


By some miracle Nesta remembered her way to Feyre’s town house and knocked on the door. Elain opened it, her smile fading when she saw Nesta’s expression. 

“I don’t want to talk about it” She said while gently pushing past her little sister. Elain had been staying at the town house for a while now, and always let her know when it was empty so Nesta would feel comfortable staying over. That morning Elain had sent her a note that said she had the house to herself for a week, and Nesta had been planning on staying with her over anyways. 

“I, uh, have a surprise for you.” Elain said with a sheepish smile. Nesta couldn’t tell if Elain was nervous about whether she would approve of her present, or if she was even in the mood to get one. So Nesta forced a smile and asked “What for? Its not my birthday is it?”

Elain laughed and said “No, no, I was out and well, you’ll understand once you see it.” Elain grabbed Nesta’s hand and led her to the room she uses when she stays over. Elain stopped in front of the door and turned to her sister. “We’ve had a rough couple months, and I need you to know that you deserve to feel happy again. I hope this will get you there a bit faster.” She said, and opened the door.

Nesta didn’t know what to think other than her mind felt completely clear for once. She stood staring at a grand piano with unfilled sheet music and pencils upon it. It was the sheet music that made her understand.  Nesta realized that Elain knew she was broken “Elain I haven’t written since-” Nesta began but was cut off.

“Before we moved into that cabin? I know. You told me then it was because you couldn’t write about how you felt because you would only become angrier. Nes I think you are way more than angry now. You don’t have to, but i think you should write about why you feel so…guilty.” Elain said while avoiding looking her sister in the eye. 

Nesta whipped her head to look at her sister. She had always been bad at putting her feelings into words. When she was a girl, Nesta’s father realized how  much she adored music, and taught her how to write her own. Nesta soon learned that she was fabulous at it. Whenever her thoughts would overwhelm her she just turned them in a song to help her sort through them. It was her favorite coping mechanism, but when they moved to that cabin all she felt was that anger. She tried to write about it, but she always ended up feeling worse. After so long, Nesta never thought she could ever write a song again. 

But Elain, Elain who loved to here Nesta sing when they were little apparently never doubted her. Nesta sometimes forgot how well her little sister could read her. Elain knew Nesta was filled with guilt and possibly more feelings she didn’t know how to deal with anymore.

“Just try Nes, I know it’s been a while but this used to help you, maybe it still can.” Elain explained and left Nesta alone in the room.

Nesta decided to listen to someone’s advice for once, and sat in front of the piano.She began to think of who she wanted to apologize to first. 

Killing Stalking “Most (...) Scene” Tag Game

I was tagged by @dovedarko @konekopon & @noodlesforlyfe (thanks so much ♡♡♡)

I don’t know who to tag anymore, most of the blogs I follow have been tagged already. If you wanna do this, feel free to share your version! ^^

Most shocking scene

Most wtf scene

Most irritating/enraging scene

Most disturbing scene

Most heartbreaking scene

Most satisfying scene

Cutest scene

Funniest scene

Extra:

Favorite Bum panel

Favorite Sangwoo panel

Favorite Seungbae panel

A Lesson On Adverbs

So if you’re a writer especially one just starting out you probably hear the advice all the time that adverbs are bad and should be avoided at all costs. 

Now you’re probably wondering why that is. After all, an adverb is really just a word that describes how a verb is performed (hint: they often end in ‘ly’). But there is a reason people say this. A lot of the time if you’re using an adverb there could be a more specific way to say what you’re going for. 

For example, if you use the adverbial 

he ran quickly 

You could probably just say 

he sprinted

Or something else to that effect. Here the adverb is redundant because a). we already know that running quick and b). if he’s running even faster than then there is a clearer way to show what you mean. 

Similarly, if you’re using adverbs in speech tags like this 

“How dare you?” he shouted, angrily.

Then you probably don’t need that adverb. You’ve already shown your reader that they are angry from the words they’re saying and the fact that they are shouting, you don’t then need to tell the reader. Trust your reader to pick out the clues.

However,

This does not mean that you can’t ever use adverbs to good effect. Don’t trust any writing advice that tells you something never works. Sometimes it does. 

Takes this quote from The Dream Thieves by Maggie Stiefvater because it’s probably one of my favourite examples of this (adverb highlighted in bold): 

Tracing the gun over the boy’s right kidney, he said conversationally, “If I shot you here, it would take you twenty minutes to die and you’d be done no matter what the medics did for you. Where is the Greywarren?”

Here the adverb is being used in a dialogue tag to add information about the way it is said. However, unlike the example above important and unexpected information is being parted across here. The Grey Man is threatening Declan in this scene so we might expect him to say it “menacingly” (making that a redundant adverb) but he doesn’t. He says it as if he’s having a conversation with him in a cafe. That’s interesting. That’s different and unexpected. 

Tl;Dr: Use adverbs to tell us stuff we don’t know, not stuff we can already work out from context.

An anon recently asked me who my favorite blogs are so…

@caleysteggy They’re the first blog I followed. Lots of Steggy and Hayley and Chris. They’re tags are everything honestly; they’re a blessing to my life.

@roboticonography They’re Steggy writings are the bomb dot com. Flames We Never Lit, check it out, you will not regret it. (They followed me and I almost passed out.)

@lotsofthinkythoughts They satisfy my Marvel and Tolkien needs simultaneously. Also a lot of Steggy god bless.

@peggysrogers They satisfy my Marvel and Outlander needs simultaneously. They’re lovely and also have wonderful tags. They followed me and I nearly had an aneurism.

@rachlovesligers Another wonderful Steggy blog! They’re icon is gorgeous and makes me want to be Hayley Atwell more than I already do and when they followed me I squealed seriously.

@beautifulwhensarcastic If you’ve never seen they’re Steggy AU gifsets are you even living? I don’t even know how to make a gif let alone perfectly sculpt them to my desire like they do. Talent, man, talent.

@spidayman Listen y’all. I have a stupid school girl crush on Peter Parker, they’re constant supply of him and Tom Holland is everything. Also another lovely mutual!

@anogete They write shieldshock fan fiction aka my guilty pleasure. It’s some of the best I’ve ever read. Better Than Okay is my personal favorite but everything she writes is awesome.

So Anon, there you have it, my favorite blogs. There is most definitely a theme to this post. In case you couldn’t tell.

Originally posted by harrehmadness

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@lizziethereader tagged me to post a photo of the last book I rated five stars. I’m cheating. I know. I’m sorry. This is the last book I reread that I’d already given 5 stars to two years ago. Leigh Bardugo (of course) Shadow and Bone

1. If you see this you are tagged 2. did anyone else do it? I would like to see them but I’m not sure how to look 3. thank you for tagging me! This was fun and a good idea

About me tag

I was tagged by @tabi-ears @tabi87 @naanaa92 (never been tagged on a post by so many people lol)

1ST RULE: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better (how about no? I mean, everyone has already been tagged so…)

2ND RULE: Fill in the categories

APPEARANCE: Female, 21 years old (but I look like 15 -.-), height 175 cm (I don’t complain), weight 63 kg circa (I can do better but I’m lazy af plus I really can’t complain here, I’m healthy and that’s awesome). My eyes are blue and I have long wavy blonde/brown hair (which I hate, because they are neither blonde nor brown but both at the same time…ugh). My boobs are small. I’d have a perfect hourglass shape if my boobs were a bit bigger….but I accepted it now that I’m at the end of the puberty and I know I should stop praying that they would magically grow overnight (it ends at 21 years, right?).

PERSONALITY: I’m an introvert potato. “Potato” because I’m so damn sweet (so don’t judge me by this blog please). I’m that kind of person who enjoy more listening to others rather than speaking of herself. For that reason people often see me like a cold and careless person. But I’m not, really. I also may be clingy with people whom I’m comfortable with, but outside my family that’s rare.
I’m a negative person…or I’m just depressed.

ABILITY: I know it! I’m good at understanding people. And listen to them. Oh and I’m good at hurting myself with every fucking object that is near me…no, I’m not masochist, I’m just clumsy.

HOBBIES: Can music be considered as a hobbie? Just listening, of course. lol

EXPERIENCES: I experienced a year at university in a faculty where all the subjects were science-related. A nightmare basically.

MY LIFE: Another nightmare. No further words are needed.

RELATIONSHIPS: I…think I have some problems with love. I still don’t know what are these problems but I’m sure a good 80% came from me. Friendships? I had only negative experiences with friends, now I’m afraid to use or hear this word. It looks like it lost its meaning…or maybe it’s always been my fault for addressing a huge meaning to it. I don’t know, I don’t care now.

RANDOM STUFF: I hate winter. For sure my blood pressure thanks it (I have hypotension) but my hands/feet/nose/andeveryotherpartofmybody definitely not.

OMG 600+ FOLLOWERS

OMG GUYS !!!!

I don’t know what to say! I can’t belived so many people follow me already! It really means a lot for me! Just… THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOV YA <3

Since I am in Duck Fandom I meet a lot nice and awesome people! This fandom really have the nicest community! I get a lot nice comments and yes I read all tags and aghhh thank you guys. And even my senpais liked and rebbloged my artwork and I am like… I just really don’t deserve it!

I will open doodle request and maybe art trades after duckvember so stay tuned :3 I’m also planning do gift away but propably after christmas but I will let ya know C:

Also don’t afraid speak with me! I’m little shy but I love talking with new friends ^^

new strategy for dealing with straight girls who jokingly refer to each other as girlfriends: take it seriously and watch them struggle to explain how they ‘didn’t mean it that way’ and blunder their way through a justification of why it’s funny to them

I’ve decided to tell you guys a story about piracy.

I didn’t think I had much to add to the piracy commentary I made yesterday, but after seeing some of the replies to it, I decided it’s time for this story.

Here are a few things we should get clear before I go on:

1) This is a U.S. centered discussion. Not because I value my non U.S. readers any less, but because I am published with a U.S. publisher first, who then sells my rights elsewhere. This means that the fate of my books, good or bad, is largely decided on U.S. turf, through U.S. sales to readers and libraries.

2) This is not a conversation about whether or not artists deserve to get money for art, or whether or not you think I in particular, as a flawed human, deserve money. It is only about how piracy affects a book’s fate at the publishing house. 

3) It is also not a conversation about book prices, or publishing costs, or what is a fair price for art, though it is worthwhile to remember that every copy of a blockbuster sold means that the publishing house can publish new and niche voices. Publishing can’t afford to publish the new and midlist voices without the James Pattersons selling well. 

It is only about two statements that I saw go by: 

1) piracy doesn’t hurt publishing. 

2) someone who pirates the book was never going to buy it anyway, so it’s not a lost sale.

Now, with those statements in mind, here’s the story.

It’s the story of a novel called The Raven King, the fourth installment in a planned four book series. All three of its predecessors hit the bestseller list. Book three, however, faltered in strange ways. The print copies sold just as well as before, landing it on the list, but the e-copies dropped precipitously. 

Now, series are a strange and dangerous thing in publishing. They’re usually games of diminishing returns, for logical reasons: folks buy the first book, like it, maybe buy the second, lose interest. The number of folks who try the first will always be more than the number of folks who make it to the third or fourth. Sometimes this change in numbers is so extreme that publishers cancel the rest of the series, which you may have experienced as a reader — beginning a series only to have the release date of the next book get pushed off and pushed off again before it merely dies quietly in a corner somewhere by the flies.

So I expected to see a sales drop in book three, Blue Lily, Lily Blue, but as my readers are historically evenly split across the formats, I expected it to see the cut balanced across both formats. This was absolutely not true. Where were all the e-readers going? Articles online had headlines like PEOPLE NO LONGER ENJOY READING EBOOKS IT SEEMS.

Really?

There was another new phenomenon with Blue Lily, Lily Blue, too — one that started before it was published. Like many novels, it was available to early reviewers and booksellers in advanced form (ARCs: advanced reader copies). Traditionally these have been cheaply printed paperback versions of the book. Recently, e-ARCs have become common, available on locked sites from publishers. 

BLLB’s e-arc escaped the site, made it to the internet, and began circulating busily among fans long before the book had even hit shelves. Piracy is a thing authors have been told to live with, it’s not hurting you, it’s like the mites in your pillow, and so I didn’t think too hard about it until I got that royalty statement with BLLB’s e-sales cut in half. 

Strange, I thought. Particularly as it seemed on the internet and at my booming real-life book tours that interest in the Raven Cycle in general was growing, not shrinking. Meanwhile, floating about in the forums and on Tumblr as a creator, it was not difficult to see fans sharing the pdfs of the books back and forth. For awhile, I paid for a service that went through piracy sites and took down illegal pdfs, but it was pointless. There were too many. And as long as even one was left up, that was all that was needed for sharing. 

I asked my publisher to make sure there were no e-ARCs available of book four, the Raven King, explaining that I felt piracy was a real issue with this series in a way it hadn’t been for any of my others. They replied with the old adage that piracy didn’t really do anything, but yes, they’d make sure there was no e-ARCs if that made me happy. 

Then they told me that they were cutting the print run of The Raven King to less than half of the print run for Blue Lily, Lily Blue. No hard feelings, understand, they told me, it’s just that the sales for Blue Lily didn’t justify printing any more copies. The series was in decline, they were so proud of me, it had 19 starred reviews from pro journals and was the most starred YA series ever written, but that just didn’t equal sales. They still loved me.

This, my friends, is a real world consequence.

This is also where people usually step in and say, but that’s not piracy’s fault. You just said series naturally declined, and you just were a victim of bad marketing or bad covers or readers just actually don’t like you that much.

Hold that thought. 

I was intent on proving that piracy had affected the Raven Cycle, and so I began to work with one of my brothers on a plan. It was impossible to take down every illegal pdf; I’d already seen that. So we were going to do the opposite. We created a pdf of the Raven King. It was the same length as the real book, but it was just the first four chapters over and over again. At the end, my brother wrote a small note about the ways piracy hurt your favorite books. I knew we wouldn’t be able to hold the fort for long — real versions would slowly get passed around by hand through forum messaging — but I told my brother: I want to hold the fort for one week. Enough to prove that a point. Enough to show everyone that this is no longer 2004. This is the smart phone generation, and a pirated book sometimes is a lost sale.

Then, on midnight of my book release, my brother put it up everywhere on every pirate site. He uploaded dozens and dozens and dozens of these pdfs of The Raven King. You couldn’t throw a rock without hitting one of his pdfs. We sailed those epub seas with our own flag shredding the sky.

The effects were instant. The forums and sites exploded with bewildered activity. Fans asked if anyone had managed to find a link to a legit pdf. Dozens of posts appeared saying that since they hadn’t been able to find a pdf, they’d been forced to hit up Amazon and buy the book.

And we sold out of the first printing in two days.

Two days.

I was on tour for it, and the bookstores I went to didn’t have enough copies to sell to people coming, because online orders had emptied the warehouse. My publisher scrambled to print more, and then print more again. Print sales and e-sales became once more evenly matched.

Then the pdfs hit the forums and e-sales sagged and it was business as usual, but it didn’t matter: I’d proven the point. Piracy has consequences.

That’s the end of the story, but there’s an epilogue. I’m now writing three more books set in that world, books that I’m absolutely delighted to be able to write. They’re an absolute blast. My publisher bought this trilogy because the numbers on the previous series supported them buying more books in that world. But the numbers almost didn’t. Because even as I knew I had more readers than ever, on paper, the Raven Cycle was petering out. 

The Ronan trilogy nearly didn’t exist because of piracy. And already I can see in the tags how Tumblr users are talking about how they intend to pirate book one of the new trilogy for any number of reasons, because I am terrible or because they would ‘rather die than pay for a book’. As an author, I can’t stop that. But pirating book one means that publishing cancels book two. This ain’t 2004 anymore. A pirated copy isn’t ‘good advertising’ or ‘great word of mouth’ or ‘not really a lost sale.’

That’s my long piracy story. 

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#everything about this makes me smile #the fact that a marvel femslash ship was brought up #at a popular kick ass female panel #the fact that the panelist #did some research up on the show #and cartinelli must have prominently come up #and drawn enough attention # for it to spark interest # as well as hayley’s lovely reaction with her cute smile #and then gal gadot (aka fucking wonder woman) also smiling #a m a z i n g

“Hey, I’m on my way to your room for a nap.”
“Ok. Wait. Keith, are you parading with your ace blanket—again?”
“…Maybe. I’m eating ice cream, too. Can’t share that, but the blanket I can.”

So our resident proud ace boy was born on Asexual Awareness Week! <3 
Just let him have his nap on his birthday. This is Part 2 of this. Redbubble

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I imagine the family skate was….A Lot for Jack.

They’re calling it H-day. The H might stand for ‘hockey’ or ‘hell,’ you don’t really remember. You only remember the day you turned on your local sports network to hear that every player in the NHL has been transformed based on the names of their teams. The ramifications of this range from merely nominal to, frankly, off the walls ridiculous.

Montreal and Vancouver, out of all the NHL cities, have seen the least effects. Their team names mean ‘Canadians, except in French’ and ‘Canadians, except in slang,’ respectively, so aside from a few sudden citizenship acquisitions, their players have experienced no changes. Likewise, the Islanders are essentially the same. Some extent of memory alteration is speculated, but that’s all Deadspin anyway, so who really knows?

The other New York team, on the other hand, has developed a strange predilection for reckless behaviour in the name of ‘adventure.’ They’ve also taken to rolling twenty sided dice before taking action, which tends to really slow down a hockey game.

Los Angeles and Las Vegas have come to an unlikely alliance. The LA team had devolved into power struggles and succession crises, so Vegas offered proxy fighters to joust on each LA player’s behalf. However, with many Kings and only one Knight, the teams have been forced to wait until the expansion draft to actually settle the disputes. Until then, the main concern is keeping the Kings away from the armoury that has sprung up in Buffalo, as most hockey fans agree that beheadings would be taking hockey fights too far.

When the Detroit players sprouted wings — literal red wings — many expected the same from Philadelphia. However, the Flyers have become a different type of flyer, and their management is currently scrambling to find all their players, floating around the city on the wind (Toronto, too, is having similar issues; they simply didn’t have enough rakes in the equipment room when the whole debacle began). Of particular importance is one flyer advertising grilled cheese sandwiches, which must never, under any circumstances, be allowed to find its way to Pittsburgh. It might cross the path of a passing flightless bird, who could mistake it for food, or worse, recognize it as who it actually is.

Speaking of Pittsburgh, they, along with Anaheim, are reaping the benefits of being one of the few animal-named teams whose mascot is relatively docile and non-threatening. Arizona, Florida, Boston, San Jose, and Nashville have all had to call in experts in the zoology business to deal with the sudden influx of apex predators.

Speaking of predators, Chicago is gone. Just gone. They had the misfortune to have a home stretch lined up where they played Carolina, Colorado, and Tampa in succession, and now they’re gone. Instead, the city has been replaced by a replica of Washington DC that inexplicably speaks Russian instead of English, but is otherwise indistinguishable. Twenty other versions of Washington have cropped up over the country, most of which are Russian-speaking.

The St. Louis music scene and the Columbus fashion industry have each had a sudden boom, revitalized by new trends. They don’t have much to do with each other, but the two cities agree: blue sure is a cool colour.

The province of Alberta, on other hand, is not in such agreement. For their own safety, Edmonton and Calgary are attempting to keep as separate as possible for the time being. What is left of their players cannot be allowed to interact, lest they ignite the entire country.

New Jersey is also having some problems. Then again, when are they not?

The Minnesota practice rink is no longer fit for use; it has become, essentially, a very cold forest. It now attracts hockey fans and tourists, many of whom claim to be able to hear the voices of the players among the trees. Others merely say it seems like a nice way to get back to nature.

But when it comes to getting back to nature, Dallas has us all beat. They have returned to a state of matter pre-dating our own planet and ascended into the night sky. Attempts are being made to bring them back to Earth, as it is not possible to play hockey games against them if they are in outer space — only Winnipeg might have even a chance. Unfortunately, the mission to bring the Stars back has hit a snag lately; Jamie Benn just won’t go down.

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[According to Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan] you have two assistants, you ride a Porsche to catering, you have someone who carries your juiceboxes.