Can I get a reason as to why people ship Malink? Like the ship is fine and wholesome but….for me Malon was just…so irrelevant to the plot, you could go playing with only seeing her once.
I was just wondering how it became so popular when Malon is just such a minor character…….
Hi! I'm just starting to write fic and I was wondering if you had any general advice you can give me? I love your work!
Ugh. I really don’t think I’m qualified to be giving advice, but one thing I was told in my set design course that always stuck with me was “Everything needs to have meaning, even if it’s just a personal meaning.” Whatever you put into the story, make sure there’s a reason for it, so that someone could point at a random sentence and say “why is this in here” and you’d be able to explain the significance. e.g. “this is important because later on in the fic someone will echo this sentiment.” “the colour red is meant to enhance the feelings of rage this character feels.” “this is a motif representing love that recurs throughout.” Sometimes your reason may be something like, “the walls are purple because my grandmother’s house has purple walls and I always liked the comforting feeling that gave me” or “I chose this setting because I know a lot about the history of this place” or “I really love this song and I wanted this fic to echo the lyrics.” Write it to be meaningful, and write it to be meaningful to you. You’ll have a lot of fun that way.
Hiii, I just wanted to drop by to say that I like the way you coded the Pokemon Go theme. The animations seem smooth af and that previous/next circle is a nice idea. Keep up the good work!
Ahh thank you!! Sorry I’m so terrible at responding to messages that in the time it took me to reply to this I actually went and changed my whole theme to a new one yikes (I loved the pokemon go theme too, and it was a great exercise in all those little animation details, but it was just way too bright and jarring for my Minimalist Aesthetic…)
But anyways, I really really appreciate this message! I kind of never expected anyone to spend enough time playing with my theme to notice a lot of the little things, so the fact that you did means a lot to me :)
So so jealous of all of you going to the con this weekend because you know Jensen’s gonna be SO GLOWY HAPPY and the others will all be hugging him and laughing about how he needs to grow more arms for all those dirty dippers he’ll soon be changing.
“It doesn’t need to be like this. There’s another way. A way that doesn’t make you lie to everyone including yourself while claiming that you’re not a liar. We call it the Dark Side, yes, but it’s a description that desperately lacks depth. What’s dark about being true to yourself? What’s evil about love and passion? Tell me, if you still think yourself a Jedi.”
i really like the idea of derek coming back to beacon hills when stiles starts training for a deputy position. so stiles is older and more mature but he still has a soft spot for derek. and then he and derek start to hang out and spend their nights together and they become best friends. and then slowly but surely they realize just how in love they are with each other and there's no big declaration of love. it's just simple and easy and they go from friends to lovers so seamlessly
Derek Sourwolf Hale, 7:37 pm: Coming back to Beacon Hills. Coffee?
The text came in just as the oven timer went off, letting Stiles know his frozen pizza was done and ready to be eaten. He only got a quick glance at the lit up screen, before his eyes went wide, a nearly (very) happy sound rumbled in his throat, and he spun around to get the pizza out of the oven, burning himself just a little in the progress.
Stiles, 7:39 pm: Yes! When and where?
He waited all of one minute just staring at his phone, before he remembered his dinner and went to eat it, stopping only when his phone vibrated on the counter with another message.
Derek Sourwolf Hale, 7:41 pm: Saturday, 2 PM at The Brew?
Stiles, 7:41 pm: Perfect!!
He immediately put it in his calendar, his heart pounding and his cheeks hurting from the smiling.
So I was being bullied by like 40 people just now on insta because I ranted about joker and harley haters, and it was overwhelmingly upsetting. Do you possibly have any cute head cannons that could cheer me up maybe? Love your blog 💕
I’m really sorry, that’s awful. People like that are disgusting cowards :(
Sure! I’ll do my best to come up with a few :)
- Harley won a giant box full of stuffed animals at an arcade once and put them all over the room (forcing Joker to have to climb over about 50 of them just to get in the bed lol)
- Joker always dreads when Harley finds new cookie recipes to make because she uses him as the tester no matter how much she’s ruined them
- Harley doesn’t get sick much, so when she does Joker is always weirded out by her not being her usual happy bouncy self and ends up babying her to make her feel better
- Some nights they’ll lay in bed laughing with each other until they end up falling asleep after exhausting themselves lol
- Rainy days can result in Harley forcing Joker to play board games with her but it never ends well as he’s incapable of following rules
jesse playing harmonica, having learned when he was a kid armed with a slingshot and marbles. rusty at it after having not used it at all during deadlock/blackwatch/overwatch, but trying to play again when he finds it in an old bad of supplies.
His spurs clink happily against the rocks as Jesse let his legs dangle over the edge of the cliff. The smell of the saltwater burned his nose pleasantly, and the sound of the waves pummeling against the rocks was always something comforting. He came here often, hidden away from the base, away from the cameras, just hiding behind one of the buildings in a blind spot. It wasn’t like he was trying to avoid people, but when Junkrat is testing bombs, Satya is angry because she’s trying to meditate, and Zenyatta trying to find the middle ground and neither of them want him around, Jesse likes to have somewhere peaceful to go and enjoy the silence.
The breeze blows a few blades of dead grass over his legs, and as he brushes them off, his hand glances over a hard object in his jeans pocket. Jesse’s heart catches a beat as he remembers what it is.
“I haven’t seen one of these in years.”
Jesse sat the stack of boxes on the storage room floor, looking over at Morrison while dusting his hands off. “Ain’t seen what?”
Jack held up a silver harmonica, and Jesse’s eyes widened at the sight.
“I used to have one of these when I was a kid,” Jack chuckled, turning the instrument over in his hand, “I was never all that good with one.”
“Mind if I?” Jesse held out his hand, and Morrison deposited the harmonica into it without a word. “Maybe you weren’t good with one, but I consider myself to have been pretty solid.”
The harmonica felt strange in his hand, almost nostalgic, and Jesse can’t stop staring it at.
“You wanna prove that, kid?”
“.. not right now. But I’ll hold onto this, if you don’t mind.”