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imjustafuckinggirl  asked:

So, I don't know how to write pain like! What words do I use? how do I describe it! I really need some help here!

No problem! And sorry about not answering sooner, I was on vacation. To make it up to you, I’ve made one of my trademark Long Posts about it.


TIPS ON HOW TO WRITE PAIN (FOR BOTH ORIGINAL CONTENT WRITERS AND FANFICTION WRITERS)

When I first started writing, about eight years ago, I had the same issue as @imjustafuckinggirl.

How are you supposed to write about pain you’ve never experienced before???

The characters in my book suffer through all sorts of terrible shit, and in no way am I writing from experience, which is marginally easier to do than write about something that has never happened to you.

However, with time, I managed to gather up a few strategies on how to write pain.

1. Don’t Write Paragraphs About It

I know, it’s tempting. You want to convey to the reader just how much pain the character is in, and you think that the pain will be emphasized the more you write about it.

This, however, is a lie.

As a reader, when I’m reading a book or fanfiction where, whenever the writer uses agonizingly long paragraphs to describe when a character is hurt, I skip it.

Entirely.

It’s boring and, quite frankly, unnecessary, especially during a fight or huge battle, which are supposed to be fast-paced.

When it comes to writing about pain, it really is about quality and not quantity.

In my own writing, I stick to short, quick paragraphs, some of them which are barely a line long. This gives it a faster pace and sort of parallels with the scattered, spread out thoughts of the character as they suffer.

2. Describe it Right

Many times, usually in fanfiction, writers over-exaggerate certain injuries.

This partially has to do with the fact that they’ve never experienced that injury before and are just thinking about what it might feel like.

As a girl with two brothers and who often participated in rough play-fights, I can assure you that getting punched is not as painful as you think it is.

(However, it does depend on the area, as well as how hard the punch is, on top of the fact that you have to take into account whether or not the punch broke bones)

I’m reading a high school AU where a character gets punched by a bully (Idk where they got punched it wasn’t stated) and the author is describing it like they’d been shot.

It was to the point where I was like Did the bully have brass knuckles or something????

It was very clear that this author had never been punched before.

When describing the pain of an injury or the injury itself, you have to take into account:

- What object was used to harm the character

- Where the injury is

- How long the character has had the injury

- (For blades) How deep the cut is

- (For blunt force trauma) How hard the hit was

- Whether or not the wound triggers other things (Ex: Concussion, vomiting, dizziness, infection, internal/external bleeding).

There’s also the fact that when some authors described wounds caused by blades such as knives, daggers, and swords, they never take into account the anatomy of a person and which places cause the most blood flow.

Obviously, a cut on your cheek will have less of a blood flow than a cut on your wrist, depending on what the blade hits, and I hope that everyone consults a diagram of veins, capillaries, arteries, etc. when they’re describing blood flow from a certain place.

There’s also the fact that you have to take into account where the blood is coming from. Veins? Arteries?

The blood from arteries will be a brighter red, like vermilion, than the blood from veins, which is the dark crimson everyone likes to talk about.

Not all places gush bright red blood, people!

3. DIFFERENT INJURIES HAVE DIFFERENT KINDS OF PAIN

Here, let me explain.

A punch feels different from a slap.

A broken arm feels different from getting stabbed.

A fall feels different from a dog bite.

I’ll give you a list of all the kinds of things that can be described for the three most common kinds of injuries that happen in stories:

Punch/Blunt Force Trauma

How it feels:

- Aching

- Numbness (In the later stages)

- A single spike of pain before it fades into an ache

- Throbbing

Effects:

- Vomiting (If the character is punched in the gut)

- Swelling

- Bruising

- Broken bones

- Unconsciousness (Blow to the head)

- Dizziness (Blow to the head)

- Concussion (Also a blow to the head)

- Internal bleeding

- Death (In the case of concussions and internal bleeding and broken bones- ribs can pierce lungs)

Stab Wound/Cut

How it feels:

- Stinging (only shallow wounds have just stinging)

- Burning

- With stab wounds, I feel like describing the effects of it make it more powerfully felt by the reader

Effects:

- Bleeding (Consult chart of the circulatory system beforehand for the amount of blood flow that should be described and what color the blood should be)

- Dizziness (Heavy blood loss)

- Unconsciousness

- Infection (if left unattended)

- Death

Gunshot

How it feels:

- Depends on the caliber bullet, from how far away they were shot (point-blank range is nothing like being shot from a distance), and in what place. Do careful research and then make your decision.

Effects:

- Bleeding (Consult chart of the circulatory system beforehand for the amount of blood flow that should be described and what color the blood should be. Also take into effect the above variables for blood flow as well.)

- Dizziness (Heavy blood loss)

- Infection (if left unattended)

- Death

Some things that a character may do while they’re injured:

- Heavy/Harsh/Ragged breathing

- Panting

- Making noises of pain

  • gasping
  • grunting
  • hissing
  • groaning
  • whimpering
  • yelping (when the injury is inflicted)
  • screaming
  • shrieking
  • wailing

- Crying/ Weeping/Sobbing/Etc.

- Clenching their teeth

- Unable to speak

- Pressing their hands against a stab wound/cut to try and stem the bleeding

- Eyesight going out of whack (vision blurring and tilting, the room spinning, black spots consuming sight)

- Eyes rolling up into their head

- Trembling/shaking

- Ears riniging (from gunshot)


HOPE THIS HELPED!

if you want to be more accessible to dyslexic people

don’t

  • write in large chunks
  • use italics
  • use completely white and completely black contrast
  • write too tiny
  • write in all caps or use more capital letters than necessary
  • use confusing fonts (serif fonts are a no-no)
  • double-space words or use justified text
  • blur words

do

  • make each paragraph short (1 idea or concept per paragraph should be fine)
  • use bold instead of italics to highlight ideas
  • use off-white and dark grey instead of pure black and white contrasting colors
  • keep the font size above 12 or 14
  • use lists (like these) to simplify ideas
  • stick to sans-serif fonts
  • use left-aligned text

what can happen to dyslexic people if you ignore this

  • they cannot read what you’re saying
  • they can read it but it is a struggle
  • they misread and take a while to grasp what was actually said
  • they misread but don’t realize they misunderstood and respond to what they thought you wrote when you wrote something else
  • they can read it at first but are exhausted by it and stop reading in the middle
  • they read it through but afterwards make more errors due to using up their energy
  • etc.

conclusion

why be accessible? because it’s the right thing to do, and more people will be able to access your content

apply these rules to everything from a research paper to a tumblr post to a group chat. it won’t be perfect but it’ll help.

somewhere down the line, when andrew and neil can joke in a way that’s not really joking at all (they swear), andrew buys neil a “mrs kevin day” shirt and makes the remark that neil is kevin’s number one fan so it’s only fitting. neil likes the shirt. it’s soft and smells like andrew, a little bit but more when it’s washed, and best yet, kevin blushes when he sees it.

he doesn’t wear it out of their apartment because he may be a shit stirrer but he’s not a fool. or rather, he’s not a fool until it’s 3am and they’re out of cat food and the cats are every inch the nuisance andrew claims they are, and he doesn’t even think about getting changed out of his sleep clothes before he runs to the store down the road.

he gets captured on at least one grainy mobile phone camera, but it’s enough. he takes over all the exy tabloids and twitter accounts the next day, because he looks every inch the rabid fan: arms full of every type of cat food in a bright pink shirt that declares his love for kevin day. (“they’ve finally captured the true you,” andrew says). neil changes his twitter bio to “kevin day’s number one fan”, and kevin threatens to never talk to either one of them again.

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Happy Sunday! 💓

I’ve been getting a lot of questions about how I make my notes and how I keep everything clear and organized, so I’ve compiled a quick list of some of my habits and tricks that keep my notes in order:

  • Use different coloured pens.
    • Personally, I use black for regular notes; blue or purple for what I consider “side notes” (i.e. extra information, examples, etc.); and red for key terms or concepts that I will need to remember the most. Keeping an organized colour theme helps when you go back to study for the exam, because it is a visual reminder of the least and most important bits of information!
  • Give each highlighter a specific purpose.
    • Depending on the notebook and course, I often switch up my highlighter plans ~ for no particular reason other than to keep myself entertained 😋 But I like to set one colour for, say, Chapter/Sub-unit headers, names, historical dates, etc. That way when your eyes are going quickly through your notes, you can easily locate the beginning or end of a particular topic. And as a very visual person, having a lot of different colours in my notes keeps me focused and less overwhelmed.
  • Make important headers stand out.
    • For me, this usually means a particular colour (like a blue highlighter) or some sort of border around the title. My easy go-to is the bubbly-border shown above. Make it easy on yourself when trying to locate a topic!
  • Print out and tape/glue key tables and diagrams.
    • Obviously this is more work than some people might be interested in, and often depends on the course. These are my pharmacology notes, so I didn’t need to print out so often that it drove me crazy. One way to alleviate this is by planning ahead and leaving space in your notebook for where you want a particular table/diagram to go, and then printing them all at the same time. It’s not for everyone, but I like the option when I know I will have to remember certain diagrams or tables!
  • Don’t try to fill up space.
    • If you end up with a short paragraph or lots of room on the sides, leave it be. The best way to study later on is by going through your notes and adding little extra pieces of information to solidify your understanding. For me, this often means writing definitions in the top margin of my pages… not ideal for neat-ness, but who cares! Your notes are meant to be filled up.
  • Don’t stress about imperfections.
    • If you find yourself hating how big and sloppy your writing has become, move on. The worst thing you can do for yourself is waste time rewriting information you already know. If you need to use white-out, use the white-out; if you need to cross out a word, scribble away! Your notes are your own domain and they do not need to be flawless.

I’m sure I’ll think of more tips and tricks, but that’s all for now. If you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask! We’re all in this together 🤓🤓🤓

Much love xx

  • me: asexuality is not something that needs to be fixed
  • a certain kind of someone: People aren't trying to fix asexuality! They're trying to fix a lack of sexual desire!
  • me:
  • me: anyway asexuality is not something that needs to be fixed

“you want to be oppressed so badly” aka “I don’t want to acknowledge the oppressive power structures that grant me power over you and actively harm you so instead I’m going to pretend you don’t understand the experiences of both yourself and others who are harmed by the same power structures as you are in order to invalidate any and all of your attempts at spreading awareness of the harm done to members of your community by this power structure I benefit from so that I can continue to benefit from it unchecked by anyone”

What’s up, it’s Alexei!

When Ngozi posted this picture yesterday of young post-draft Tater “trying his darnedest to answer press questions in English,” I thought, “You know, I could make a play fic out of that.” Which is what led to the following 2700+ words about Tater and his ESL tutor.

Many, many thanks to @ktheunready for being my Russian authenticity consultant and beta!


Georgia Martin stood at the back of the media scrum and watched Alexei Mashkov stumble his way through his post-draft interview, saw the way his fingers kneaded the brim of the brand-new Falconers’ cap he’d been handed for the initial official photos, saw the way his eyes widened and stayed intently glued to whoever was asking him a question, like he was afraid he’d miss some key bit of meaning if he blinked.

She pulled out her phone and made a call.

***

«No, Mama, I promise, my room is very nice. The family is very nice. Everything is very…»

«Let me guess, nice? »

Alexei sighed. «Yes.»

«You know I don’t doubt you, right, Alyosha? I’m not worried you can’t do this. You will be fine. But I know this is your first time to live in another country, with none of the boys from your teams here. It can be… hard, sometimes. I know.»

«Yeah, Mama, I know. You told me.»

«Are you telling me you’ve heard the stories of my youth too many times?» she asked in mock outrage.

«No, no!» he laughed. «Of course not.»

«Good. I should think not.» He could picture her face exactly, and it made him smile. «I’m glad your host family seems nice, Alyosha. I’m sure you will have many friends in no time.»

He flopped back on the bed again and stared at the ceiling. «I hope so.»

«We’ll talk again soon. Love you, son.»

«Love you, too.»

He hung up and let his phone rest on his chest. He’d been to America before. He’d thought he’d known what it would be like, that it wouldn’t be so bad. Different, yes, but there would be so many interesting new things to see, and new teammates, and he certainly knew how to play hockey. What he had failed to take into account, apparently, was how exhausting it was to try to function in English all day. For a US hockey team, the Falconers’ roster was shockingly low on Russian players, so his host family was one of the French Canadian ones. To their credit, they did speak some Russian, but it was hardly enough to have a real conversation. Alexei felt like he’d been practically mute all day.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Regarding the sixpenceee fiasco I've been reading her posts and stories for like years and it might just be because I usually skim but I don't recall any specific stories that target mental illness. Do you have any clear examples??? Rly shocked tbh bc I used to love her

I’ve been seeing the stuff go around for a couple of years now and I admit at first I didn’t pay it much attention, which is a shame because a lot of those call out posts had good links that are now all gone because of people deleting. As a result, a lot of the initial stuff that made me start thinking more critically about sixpenceee’s posts have been deleted. I’ve spent the last few days trying to source them again via people’s new urls and internet archives, but literally 90% of the links are gone.

So, I’ve done a bit of digging of my own, and I’ve managed to find some still live posts that I think illustrate what I’m saying a bit better. I’ve screencapped them all and will be hosting the images myself independently of a specific post, so the links should always work.

I’m specifically focusing on the content of this ask here, with posts that use mental illness as entertainment, or treat it in the same way as regular “creepy” (i.e. horror) content.

  • The case of Margaret Schilling is a post about a woman in a psychiatric hospital who died after getting lost in the building, and her body wasn’t found for many weeks. There is a short paragraph at the end about how the hospital is apparently haunted by Margaret now, but the majority of the post focuses on her being mentally ill and the suffering she must have felt being lost and dying of cold and exposure. There’s also a picture of the stain her decomposing body left, so beware of that. It’s tagged #paranormal.
  • The Mentally Ill Man Who Cured Himself With a Gun is a post about a man with serious OCD who tried to kill himself by shooing himself in the head, resulting in brain damage that “cured” his OCD. The photo is of a man with a gun to his head, if that will bother you. It’s tagged as a science post.
  • Short Creepy Story is a story from Reddit where the “creepy” event is a schizophrenic woman acting strangely because of her hallucinations. That’s it. Dude’s mum is schizophrenic and he goes upstairs to find her in the bathtub thinking she’s in The Little Mermaid. The title is “short creepy story” so like, yeah.
  • The Child Star is a story from Reddit which focuses on children being sexually abused and not understanding what’s going on, and the police interviews with one of the grown up children who is now clearly suffering from mental illness thanks to the trauma. (Full story)
  • The Suicide Orphan is a story from Reddit which focuses on an orphan that drives people insane and results in them committing suicide, and I know that this isn’t the only example where sixpenceee posts things that use suicide as the main element of a horror story, which is exploitative and also I personally think it’s inappropriate to use something that comes as a result of serious suffering and imply that it was the creepy ghosts that did it. (Full story)
  • “Psychopath” post includes a link to a quiz where you can see where you “fit in on the psychopath sprectrum”. I’ve seen people mention her using outdated terms in her posts and so this is here as proof that it does happen, and also because “do you have a severe personality disorder?” is a bit of a cheap entertainment trick in my opinion.
  • Karin Catherine Waldegrave is a post about a woman who replies incessantly to her own posts on social media, believing she is the target of a conspiracy. It’s clear she’s likely mentally ill. The post is tagged #creepy.
  • Chinese Water Torture is a post about the torture method that drives victims to extreme stress-related mental instability, and is here both because of that and because the fact that it’s tagged #creepy, which doesn’t seem appropriate.
  • The Edmonton Train attack video shows someone apparently in an altered state of mind through drugs or mental illness (or both) attacking someone on a train. She gifed a video which has since been deleted but a different video of the attack can be found on Youtube, and described it as “insane”.
  • Drawings of a Young Schizophrenic Boy is exactly what it says – a bunch of drawings from a young boy suffering from schizophrenia. The boy is quite obviously distressed by his hallucinations but the post is treated like the other paranormal posts, designed to shock and scare. The post is also tagged #creepy, which is inappropriate. (Close up of caption and tag, as the image is difficult to read)
  • Made By a Paranoid Schizophrenic Patient is another drawing by a person suffering from schizophrenia, also tagged #creepy, and this one with a self-promo in the caption.

I also found a post where sixpenceee addresses the claims of ableism. She says she agrees on the points made about films and stories portraying the mentally ill/physically disabled as “scary”, and that she tries to avoid using words like “insane”. She also asks people to differentiate between her paranormal/creepy posts and her scientific posts. However, she still continues to frequently refer to things as “insane”, both as descriptors and to self-promote her blog (1, 2, 3).

This covers the things I’ve seen people claim she does, but if anyone has any other links (especially things saved from earlier posts like this) feel free to add on.

anonymous asked:

prompt: malec from an outsider's pov

Oh, this is such a lovely concept, thank you so much!

Maryse doesn’t mean to… well, to spy on them like this. She didn’t even mean to see them. The downworlder cabinet meeting is supposed to be done by now, and she wanted to check in with Alec. To see how it went. Everyone else has left, but there’s still a feeling in the hallway, a sense of settling, like everything has just cleared out. There’s still the feeling of coming and going.

And Alec and Magnus are a part of that. They’re lingering in the doorway, still talking, still intent, still clearly wrapped up in some last piece of business. They don’t notice her. It looks like they hardly notice that there’s anything else in their narrow perception except this conversation. She can see Magnus’s back, and most of Alec’s face. Magnus is gesturing. Alec is nodding, adding a word here and there. He’s holding his phone, frowning down at it in total concentration, but clearly invested in what Magnus is saying. He must be typing something out, making a note of something, maybe referencing something else. It’s business. They’re both serious, focused. Discussing something important.

Maryse can see the moment when it changes. It’s startlingly clear. Magnus tilts his head, makes a gesture that’s somehow… lighter than the rest have been. And everything - every single detail of Alec’s person - changes, entirely. Instantly. His eyes brighten. His face softens. His shoulders fall. His weight shifts to one foot. And he smiles. Wide, and lopsided, and horrifically sincere. He says something, and Maryse can hear Magnus laugh quietly. And Alec laughs with him. He laughs, he shuffles a little closer, he puts his hand on the side of Magnus’s neck. And he kisses Magnus’s cheek.

Maryse turns away, takes a step back around the corner. Because it was soft, and appropriate, and so devastatingly happy that the entire hallway felt lighter for it. But she wasn’t supposed to see it. She could tell, in the pit of her stomach, that it wasn’t for her. None of it was, but especially not that. She waits a few moments. Counts to five - because somehow that feels like the right thing to do. And she rounds the corner again, taking purposeful, noisy steps, so they’ll know she’s here.

But it looks like their goodbyes are already done, because Alec is still in the doorway down the hall, and Magnus is walking away from him. Walking toward her. Just a few steps away. To his credit, it looks like he makes a genuine attempt to keep his face from falling when he sees her. And he slows down, in that calculated way that makes it clear that he isn’t planning on coming to a full stop. “Maryse,” he says, a passably polite acknowledgement.

Maryse stops. She looks at him. Glances behind him, at Alec, still waiting down the hall. And she looks at Magnus again. Takes a deep breath. And smiles. “Hello, Magnus. It’s good to see you.”

-send me a character or pairing, and a prompt, and I’ll write a three-paragraph fic for you!-

Post Chapter 61

this is set after Simon and baz kissed for the first time and they are laying in bed together. Not sure if it aligns with canon exactly but what ever. This is my first fanfic that I’m actually sharing with people so be aware that I’m terrible at most things.
________

Simon lay there, matching his breathing with the shallow rise and fall of Baz’s chest. Simon watched Baz sleep, his hair parted at an extreme angle on the side of his head caused his hair to fall in a lazy wave across his forehead. Simon felt giddy just by the sight of it. The feeling of their legs tangled together, combining their warmth; the exhale of breath that escaped the gap of Baz’s slightly agape lips, Simon suppressed a content sigh. He was beautiful. The moment was beautiful. Simon felt time escape him, he let all his problems melt away. Because tonight he just wanted to be a teenager, who is stupidly falling in love. Because Baz’s cold arm wrapped around his warm body felt so good. Because maybe just being a teenager could be enough for him.

It’s not the same as before. It was different with Agatha. Being with Agatha was what was expected of him. The Chosen One and the loveliest of them all. They expected Agatha to either mourn his untimely but heroic death or grow into the perfect wife for the saviour of the magickal world. It wasn’t fair for either of them. And Simon didn’t want that. He wanted this. He wanted Baz.

Simon watched as Baz’s eyes fluttered open. It was around three O'clock in the morning and the room was dark. Baz smirked at Simon.
“Are you watching me sleep?”
“Definitely not.”
“Creep.” Baz chuckled despite himself and wrapped his arms more tightly around Simon.
“Goodnight, Simon.”
“Goodnight, Baz.” Simon watched Baz close his eyes again, feeling his own grow heavy. His heart felt light. He could get used to this.

applications for uk universities are coming up in a few months, so i figured i should post the tips i have collected from when i applied (since they’re all just sitting in a word document gathering dust), particularly for the personal statement! we had a talk from an admissions tutor who told us most of the stuff below + i attended 6 open days and picked up a fair few bits along the way (some stuff might be more relevant to sciences/physics)

the personal statement: what??

  • your personal statement is likely your only opportunity to try and ‘sell yourself’ to universities since most courses at most universities don’t interview
  • you send the same one to all your unis (even if you apply to different courses!)
  • 4000 characters and 47 lines limit (you’ll probably hit the line limit first - keep copying and pasting it into UCAS to check this since it’ll probably be a little different to your word processors count). the average is about 500 words

example structure

  • 80% academic, 20% extracurricular is generally a good guide
  • paragraph 1, intro: personal trigger for your interest in the subject you’re applying for! (not just ‘i’ve always been good at it/liked it’) - how your subject relates to society/current affairs if applicable and relevant (you’ll be seeing that word a lot). what aspects of the courses you’re looking forwards to (but don’t accidentally refer to something not done at all your choices) - prove that you know what you’re getting into
  • paragraph 2: what have you done to develop your interest? trips, books, wider reading - both in and out of school/college. link it to your subject! work experience, relevant volunteering. career aspirations - if you have one, put it in! it’s not set in stone just because you wrote it in a personal statement. part time job - skills gained (again, relevant ones), not just facts.
  • e.g. i worked in housekeeping part time => work under time pressure to a high standard and working effectively as part of a team
  • paragraph 3: non academic achievements e.g. duke of edinburgh - again, skills gained. if you’re doing a gap year, why/what are you doing etc - benefits?
  • paragraph 4, summary: short, just a few lines. final impression. recap - this should answer “why do you want to go to university and study your course” and “why do you deserve to be offered a place”. relevant to course - make reference to course choice/area, not generic. career aspirations are good to mention here. can keep it vague-ish for multiple courses, but course area should be clear!
  • this is just an example containing most of the stuff that should be in it - how you break it up doesn’t matter too much as long as it does have a structure (remember line breaks will influence your character/line count!)

good words/phrases

  • rewarding, improved, interested, taking part, reinforced, gained, strengthen, in addition, developed, broadening, hard work, commitment, enhanced, thrive under pressure

long list of advice

  • be concise - characters are limited and you have a lot to say
  • be honest - lying is a. unnecessary and b. will probably come out later
  • remember the person receiving this probably reads thousands, try and keep it interesting
  • organised & structured!
  • persuade the reader that you deserve a place
  • avoid generic statements - everything must be relevant. as much as they may be true, things like “i achieved good grades/always enjoyed this subject previously” are obvious fillers.
  • imagine this is your interview - as i said, you probably won’t get a real one! why do you want to study this, what makes you the right person for this course.
  • DO NOT LIST. don’t do it. expand on everything you put down, make it relevant - what your experiences are isn’t important, what you got from them is.
  • spelling and grammar. check it, check it, check it again - and this must be done by a human, spell checkers don’t notice if you use the wrong word (it’s best to go with a teacher or parent, something like that, not other students or people on the internet - be very careful about sending your personal statement to people online).
  • don’t talk about things that belong in other sections - e.g. how good your grades are (they can already see these), extenuating circumstances (should be explained by your referee in the reference). repeating yourself makes you look desperate to fill space.
  • avoid ambiguity - explain yourself! e.g. ‘i did my gold award’ - in what?!
  • authentic - don’t be pretentious
  • avoid being generic
  • ‘i’m looking forward to having an experience to remember for the rest of my life’ it lasts 3+ years; you’re going to remember it. don’t say it.
  • ‘looking forwards to independence’ - very rarely a choice when you go to uni. virtually everyone else is in the exact same situation here. don’t waste characters on things that aren’t relevant or really important.
  • ‘my family…’ they do not care about your family, they care about you. it is about you.
  • avoid cliches
  • add comments, views and explanations to your points - pretend it’s an english essay or something - making a point by itself gets you no marks
  • use your own experiences - you will have enough, don’t make it up.
  • ‘i’m quite good’ - avoid neutral or passive terms to describe yourself. be positive and show off that you do have these skills!
  • similarly don’t be uncertain - ‘i usually meet deadlines’ is pretty unconvincing
  • don’t play things down!
  • do your research - know which modules you will study in your courses so you can keep things relevant. talk about things you are particularly excited about and why.
  • what have you done outside of the a level course requirements?
  • obviously, don’t mention any of your unis by name or location (or course if they vary)
  • avoid humour: when someone makes a joke in front of a large audience, if they didn’t come to see them make jokes you will notice that maybe half laugh. you don’t know which half the person reading your personal statement will fall into. don’t do it.
  • make connections between interests and courses
  • draft and redraft and redraft until it’s perfect… and then check it over a few more times!
  • … but don’t let the people who check it over for you rewrite it! this must be your personal statement if you want to get anywhere
  • it’s run through sophisticated plagiarism/similarity software by UCAS. don’t write with a friend, don’t get one off the internet.

hopefully some of this helps someone out there, good luck!

Writing An Effective Action Scene

I’m going to admit that I really struggle with action scenes. Or struggled, depending on what my publisher says about the myriad of actions scenes I have sprinkled throughout the sequel to When Stars Die.

My publisher really had to tear up the one action chapter I had in the climax of When Stars Die. Amelia spent too much time personally reflecting on things while fighting a ruthless Shadowman (dead witch), trying to kill her so she can’t stop him from getting revenge on the people who murdered him– people who kill witches in the first place. This will not contain any spoilers to When Stars Die. The chapter was originally nine pages. Now it is six.

  1. Try to minimize character introspection, or try not to use it at all. Your characters are fighting to survive, so they should only concentrate on the immediate action going on around them. They’re not exactly going to concentrate on the human condition of the reason that they’re fighting, which is what I originally did when Amelia was fighting Sash.
  2. Try to keep sentences short and paragraphs short. Action scenes are fast paced. Wordy sentences and lengthy paragraphs can slow the pacing.
  3. Keep dialogue interactions short. This is all about the action, the exposition, the immediacy of what is going on around the characters. Within the first two pages of the chapter involving the fight between Sash and Amelia, I had one part where the dialogue was too drawn out, so I trimmed down the dialogue, only concentrating on the most important points to lead up to the action. Lengthy dialogue can slow the pacing. Plus, realistically, you wouldn’t stop in the middle of a fight to start engaging in some conversation with your enemy.
  4. Quick reactions. If your protagonist’s options of surviving start to dwindle, force the protagonist to make a quick decision. Don’t spend even five sentences having your protagonist trying to plan out what to do. Realistically, your protagonist will not have that time.
  5. Physical movements. This goes back to concentrating on immediacy. Really concentrate on the physical actions taking place, like running, punching, kicking, whatever. Break it up with some dialogue, too. Anything to keep it interesting.
  6. Create unexpected consequences. This isn’t a spoiler, because everyone, when reading a genre book that includes action, expects some antagonists to die. But Amelia isn’t the one to kill Sash. In fact, she feels sorry for him and is very hesitant to do so.

Hopefully these points will help you write some effective action scenes. Here is a short paragraph from the chapter between Sash and Amelia from When Stars Die that conveys some of the elements above:

“I raise my hand and shove it in Sash’s face (there is fire on her palm). He screams and drops me on to the dirt. I scramble away, back toward Theosodore. The angry fire races beneath my skin, thirsting to be used again. I keep my attention on it, feeding my anger and channeling it into the heat (her skin is heated).”

I am going to do a blog post every other day on my Tumblr. My next blog post will concentrate on creating effective dialogue.

Re-blogs appreciated, especially if you know other writers who need this advice.

anonymous asked:

I am having trouble knowing when to end a paragraph and start a new one. Some of my writing has a bunch of baby paragraphs. Do you have any tips?

Yes I do! There is no set “rule” about paragraph size in general that says which is better–short or long–but you should decide what effect you want your paragraph style to have on the story. For example: short paragraphs lead to a sense of urgency and keep the pace of a story moving along quickly. Long paragraphs tend to feel more introspective and focused–these can slow the story, but they give the reader insights and tell us that what is inside the paragraph is important to know. Aside from style, there are, however, some very important musts with changing paragraphs:

  • When a new person speaks, you must start a new paragraph.  
  • If the scene is focusing on a new person or idea, you should start a new paragraph. Think of this like a camera panning. Watch a scene in any movie or TV show: the camera will focus on one person as they speak and then will pan to another. Perhaps the camera pans to the horizon, to a storefront, etc. Every time the camera moves, we focus on something new. This is how paragraphs work in a story; they should be your camera. If your are describing one person, keep the paragraph the same; if you move on to describe the street they are standing on or the the sky above them, change paragraphs because your “camera” has moved. 

But also be creative with paragraphs. Play with style, experiment. Then read your story out loud and start to get a feel for how different changes shape your story. Paragraph breaks can be your mini-cliff hangers. For example compare:

The door opened, and the figure that walked through made my blood run cold. My mother had arrived. 

vs.

The door opened, and the figure that walked through made my blood run cold. 

My mother had arrived.

While it is a subtle difference, it does matter, and over the long run (of a novel, for example) it makes a huge impact. As I was so often taught in my writing classes, the white space in a story (that is the blank spaces between paragraphs) often says just as much as the words. When we are forced to take a breath, a break between paragraphs, we are forced to wonder and are more eager to keep reading and find those answers. 

Here are some other resources I hope will help:

If this or any other post on this blog has helped you, please consider pre-ordering my book Permanent Jet Lag, and enter the free giveaway to win lots of cool writer supplies! 

c0s7um3t3ch  asked:

Any side of the love square; "Not to bag on male models, but I just met one at a party who didn't know what a caterpillar was."

“Not to bag on male models, but I just met one at a party who didn’t know what a caterpillar was,” Chat Noir laughed as they sat side by side on top of the arc de triomphe. 

“You’re joking,” Ladybug said back giving him a light nudge in the arm, “no one is that stupid.” 

“I swear, he thought I was making it up,” Chat replied raising one hand and crossing the other over his heart, “it was truly a sad moment to bear witness to. This is what happens when you tell people all they have to do to be successful is look pretty.” 

“So what were you doing at a party with airheaded male models anyways Chaton?” Ladybug asked with a playful smile.

“Would you believe me if I said I was one of those airheaded male models?” Chat grinned wiggling his eyebrows for good measure.

“Not in a million years.”

“Ok, well then would you believe me if I said I was there with the catering staff?” 

“That sounds more likely,” she laughed. “So was it fun watching the exploits of the rich and vapid?” 

“Oh yeah,” Chat laughed nervously, “it was a great time, serving champagne striking up some conversations, getting a few autographs, hanging with the staff in the kitchen, you know, all the usual stuff.” 

Ladybugs smile morphed into a puzzled frown and she stared at him. “You’ve never worked a day of actual catering in your life have you?” 

“Uhhhh….” 

“Oh my god, you’re actually a model…” 


“Give me a fandom/ship and a sentence of dialogue and I will do a paragraph/short scene.”

Reddie First Kiss

The color of the sky outside of Richie’s bedroom window was a hazy orange, the color of watered down soda at a cheap diner. Staring out at it calmed Eddie’s nerves as he sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the other boy to come back from the kitchen with the snacks he had promised. Eddie couldn’t quite understand why he was so nervous, he was 16 for Pete’s sake and had been in Richie’s room too many times to count.

And yet here he was staring into the sheets of Richie’s unmade bed halfway between wanting to take a puff from his inhaler to get over what a mess it was and wanting to bury his head in the covers just to get a hint of the soapy smell of Richie’s hair. Dizzy with indecision and the plaid of the pillow cover Eddie heard Richie’s voice shout from the hall and felt his heart rise up in his throat, he pushed it down quick almost wishing he didn’t have to.

“Okay I will!…No they’ll be over later!…No!…NO. MOM NO WE’RE PARTNERS…It’s a project!…They’ll ring the bell!…Thanks mom!”

The door slammed open and Eddie mentally slapped himself to get back into character, the mild-mannered best friend working on a history project; stressed out, distant, and occasionally conversational. Also very secretly in what Bill called ‘love’ but Eddie wouldn’t believe that for a second. In love with the Trashmouth? Give me a break—

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” Richie said walking into the room carrying a box of cookies under one arm and two glasses of milk in his hands. He pushed his glasses up on his nose with his wrist and smiled that goofy crooked smile that made Eddie’s heart sing.

Holy fuck.

Eddie cleared his throat and pulled his eyes back to his notebook where he noticed a old doodle on the bottom corner of the page of his and Richie’s initials inside an arrow-impaled heart. The book was closed and thrown in his bag to be burned at a later date.

“Well you were the one in the kitchen,” Eddie said ignoring how close Richie decided to collapse next to him. It took everything he had to keep from moving the strand of hair that was stuck to the side of his glasses. “I thought you were bringing saltines.”

“Yea I thought about it and then I remembered that saltines are for losers, Eds. This stuff is the real deal.” He said handing him a glass of milk, Eddie rested it on the side table next to him. “Besides, I love you.”

The world spun out of control as Eddie fell off the bed onto the hardwood floor. Gripping his inhaler he took a swing panting only half aware that Richie was trying to hoist him back on the bed.

“Jesus Eddie, are you okay?” Richie exclaimed sitting the smaller boy down next to him. His eyes were non-comical, edging with concern, Eddie felt a bead of sweat run down his forehead. This was possibly the worst feeling in the world.

“Sorry, I just—I fell.”

“No shit Sherlock,” Richie chuckled giving his shoulder a tight squeeze, he turned a got a cookie from the box and handed it over. “Here, chocolate is great for this kind of light headedness stuff.”

“Thanks,” Eddie said, his nerves jumped when he touched the tip of his fingers. “What did you say before?”

“That the brand is new?” Richie answered confused, Eddie sighed almost happy and sad at the same time turning back to his textbook. Eddie had been acting real strange lately, Richie hoped it wasn’t because of him.

Jeez was it slipping out that he liked him? He hoped to god not, he’d been trying so desperately to keep it under wraps but then he’d say shit like ‘what’s cookin’ good lookin’’ and want to shoot himself. Way to keep it on the DL Trashmouth, way to go.

Richie decided to keep things as undramatic as possible taking the other textbook in his lap and highlighting short paragraphs. Being absolutely silent was preferable to confessing his annoyingly prevalent crush, his motormouth was not to be trusted.

After a while Eddie couldn’t take it anymore, he looked up from his own book and risked a glance over to Richie who was leaning against the pale blue wall behind the bed, eyes on his book stuffing cookies into his face on occasion. He looked so peaceful, his chest rose slightly with each breath and he twiddled his highlighter around his fingers like a drumstick, Eddie wanted to scream. He slammed his book shut and stood from the bed.

Richie jumped slightly and tried not to focus on how adorable Eddie looked with his arms crossed against his chest, eyebrows furrowed in intense concentration and more on why he was so goddamn upset all of a sudden.

“Hit your head, Eds?” Richie chuckled nervously, going back to his highlighting. Perhaps if he pretended nothing was wrong, then nothing would be wrong. Of course that approach was massively unsuccessful when he tried to block out his feelings in the first place but hey, second time’s the charm. Eddie reached out and grabbed the book from his hands throwing it onto the nightstand.

“Don’t call me Eds,” Eddie said cheeks burning at the nickname that he secretly adored. “You’re being weird, Richie.”

“Weird? Eds, you had a fucking asthma attack when I brought up cookies!”

“Stop calling me that!”

“I’m sorry it’s a habit!”

“SEE YOU APOLOGIZED! THAT’S WEIRD!”

“IT’S NOT WEIRD IT’S CONSIDERATE!”

“STOP SHOUTING UP THERE!” Richie’s mom called from downstairs, they remained dead quiet until the mutterings of the afternoon soap opera continued on the television.

“Eddie you’re giving me a heart attack what’s wrong with you?” Richie whispered violently.

“What’s wrong with me?” Eddie threw his head back laughing. “Rich you just said the word ‘considerate’ with absolutely no joke attached who are you?”

“Richie!”

“No! You’re so nice all the time these days’s I don’t understand you’ve just changed.”

“Well you keep tripping over your words whenever we hang out Eddie—”

“I know,” Eddie hissed. “I can’t help it, I’m a social disaster.”

“We’re both different if anything and I have no idea why I’m so nice to you but I can’t stop it’s awful I hate it.”

Eddie looked to the ceiling and sighed before he heard Richie laugh from the bed. He was trying to contain himself and failing horribly causing Eddie to start laughing despite their situation.

“What is it?” Eddie managed through his smile, Richie only laughed harder. “Rich what the fuck man this is a very serious thing.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said calming down slightly. “When you put the book down on the nightstand some of the milk splashed up and it landed on your pants and it looks like you peed yourself a little.”

Looking down Eddie saw that that it could be a common misconception that his bladder had given way a little and besides everything, started to laugh again. Richie leaned over to the nightstand and handed him a tissue. Wiping it only caused it to spread to an even more sizable spot.

“It’s gigantic now,” Eddie complained unconsciously before he noticed what he’d said.

“Hey that’s exactly what your mom said last night,” Richie said, Eddie looked up from the stain and smiled back at him.

“There you are,” he said happy to see his Richie finally sitting on the bed, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks.

“Just sit down with me it’ll dry itself off, you look like an idiot standing up there,” Richie assured him. Eddie sat crosslegged facing the other boy, the box of cookies between them.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so nice to you,” Richie said turning a cookie over in his hands. “I’d like to be an asshole again but, I don’t know it’s stupid.”

“What’s stupid?” Eddie asked taking a bite, the cookies were incredible.

“I’ll be myself around everyone else and then I’ll get to you and I’ll just feel the need to take care of you Eds-Eddie. I know you’re not a weakling but you’re my best friend and this is going to sound weird but I almost feel like I want you to be more than that sometimes. It scares the hell out of me. Do you see what I’m saying? Please tell me you see what I’m saying—“

Eddie leaned over the cookies and wrapped Richie in a hug which was immediately returned. They stayed like that in the quiet holding onto each other as if the world depended on it for the next few minutes and that almost felt like everything that needed to be said.

“I was talking to Bill yesterday and he told me I’m in love,” Eddie said over Richie’s shoulder, Richie blinked.

“Heavy stuff,” Richie croaked, Eddie stifled a giggle.

“Yea I know.” They broke away and sat down again. “But he was in love with Beverly so I guess he knows a thing or two. All I’m saying is that every time I see you I just get so overwhelmed, my heart does this weird fluttery thing and at first I thought I was dying.”

“Oh shit me too, fuck Eds are we dying?” Richie asked concerned. Eddie shook his head smiling. How did he live before meeting this boy?

“No, no, apparently that’s what you feel when you love someone. And if you’re with that person then the fluttering stops eventually and you’re just calm for once and happy.”

Richie felt hope swell in his chest for the first time in months as he watched Eddie’s hand float over his own on top of the box of cookies. Could this be it, was he in love with Eddie and the stress weighing down on his shoulders could finally disappear? Richie bent his fingers and rested Eddie’s hand in his own giving it a squeeze.

“Now I think Bill is mostly crazy, and I don’t think I love you. But I do like you kind of a lot, more than anyone I’ve met in the world, that must mean something.”

“Ugh goddamnit,” Eddie sighed looking at Richie’s face disappointed. Richie blinked.

“What ‘ugh goddamnit’? We’re having a fucking moment here Eds.” Eddie laughed.

“No it’s just you have cookie crumbs all over your face,” Eddie said picking out a tissue from the table.

“Shit, where?”

“Just close your eyes it’s all over your face I’ll get it.”

Richie obeyed without argument, he wouldn’t have the first real moment he was having with Eddie Kaspbrak be ruined by some sort of mess on his face. Then suddenly he felt a gentle pressure on his lips that didn’t feel at all like a tissue. Opening his eyes he saw Eddie’s face closer than he had ever imagined a person’s face could be.

Holy shit we’re kissing, this is a kiss what the shit?

He moved the cookie box aside and shifted himself closer closing his eyes again as he found that it was actually easier to kiss that way. Eddie pulled himself away to see if he’d gone too far with this whole kiss thing only to see Richie smiling wider than he had ever seen before.

Richie held the sides of Eddie’s face gently and went in again, this time in a way where their noses weren’t squashed together. After a few minutes of trying different things they pulled and leaned against each other and the pale blue wall, breathing a bit heavier than before.

“That was fantastic,” Richie laughed lightly. He didn’t think he’d ever been so happy in his life.

“Oh my gosh you wouldn’t believe it, that’s exactly what your mom said last night,” Eddie said. Richie looked over amazed at the unbelievably smug boy sitting next to him and rested his head on his shoulder.

“Yea I take it back I love you,” Richie said, Eddie kissed the top of his head.

“I love you too.”

vladimeme  asked:

Virgil manically reorganizing the kitchen cabinets at 4 am, waking up the other sides. No, I'm not projecting. >.>

Content warning: talk of death and some panicking.

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Virgil’s pretty sure he’s dying; his heart beating faster than a million miles per hour. His hands shake so badly he can barely grasp the containers he’s trying to organize. If he’s dying, he might as well do something good for Thomas for once. Like cleaning the cabinets. At 4 in the morning. 

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Can sides even die? It’s a valid question; if he dies, does Thomas die with him? Do the other sides die too? Would he kill them all? Oh God, is he hurting everyone else yet again?

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His hands are shaking so badly, his armful of Tupperware containers clatter against the floor. He flinches at the noise and desperately begins picking them up, shoving them onto a counter. His heart feels as if it’s blaring in his ears; like an ocean is crashing all over him and his body and he can’t-

The task at hand brings him back to reality. He’s unaware of how loudly the dishes are clattering onto the wooden cabinets; how loud it is when yet another lid claps against the floor. All he can hear is his erratic breathing and his heart.

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Then-

“Anxiety?” 

Virgil jerks his head back and meets Logan’s eyes. Logan frowns at the mess of dishes all around Virgil and the few still on the floor; there are only four neatly up in the cabinet. 

“What’s going on?” someone else mumbles and Virgil stares, heart still thumping, as Patton walks into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes sleepily. 

“Virgil,” Logan says with a soft sigh. “What is going on?”

“I-I- I’m cleaning the cabinets.” He gestures wildly to the cabinets and dishes below and around him. 

“At four in the morning?” a new voice says, sounding the most grumpy of all; Roman. 

Virgil’s panicking increases. “I guess?”

Logan’s eyeing him clinically, Roman frowning, and Patton looking worriedly at him. “Why aren’t you in bed, kiddo?” Patton asks

“I- I couldn’t sleep. I think-” he gasps out, “I think I’m dying.”

“Impossible,” Logan says. “You are not dying. Come off of the counter.” Virgil slides down, facing all three of the sides, feeling very much embarrassed. 

“Why do you think you’re dying, kiddo?” Patton asks.

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“My- stupid heart,” he says. He feels like he can’t get the right words out. “It won’t slow down.”

“That’s because you’re anxious,” Logan said. “Your heart rate is increasing due to fear, not because you are dying.”

“What’s troubling you?” Roman asked. He looked determined and concerned for once in his life. “Something I can destroy?”

“No,” Virgil mumbled. “Just go back to bed, all of you.”

“Are you sure you want to be alone?” Patton asked, eyes wide. 

“Uhm- no?” Virgil admitted.

“Then you won’t be!” Roman concluded. “We can all sit together in the living room and do our own thing.”

“Aren’t you all tired? And I’ll keep you up and-”

“It’s all right, Virgil. Come on.”

Virgil followed them into the living room where they all sat in different places on the floor, Virgil leaning against the couch, trying to breathe deeply. Eventually, Patton wrapped hesitant arms around him. Virgil let him.

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Send me a word, sentence, or short paragraph and one of the sanders sides characters (or HP character), and I’ll write you a little fic! catching up on prompts!

1. Use the lyrics of your favorite song as the basis for a short story. 

2. Write a mystery. Start with a question and write until you answer it. If you don’t know the answer: even better. 

3.Tell this story: “And it was that exact moment that the power came back on…" 

4. Write a scene that starts with the line, "Darling, stop." 

5. Write a scene that happens right after a tradegy. Don’t mention the tragedy. 

6. Go to your nearest book. Turn to page 51. Find the first line of the last paragraph on the page. Use that line to start your scene. 

7. Write a story that starts with a word you picked out of a dictionary at random.

8. Write a scene using the line "Wait, these codes aren’t right." 

9. Use this in a scene: All I heard was "I swear it will be funny…”  and then we were in jail. 

10. Write a scene where your Antagonist stumbles upon someone from their past. Someone they tried to forget. How has time changed them? 

11. “So… I wasn’t supposed to press that button?”

12. Tell this story: “It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything." 

13. Write about this: They sent me because I don’t exist.

14. Your story has to include this line, either at the beginning, middle, or end: ”…but if anyone asks, tell them we’re fine.“ 

15. Write about the sound of winter.

16. Create a character that is a villain to both your antagonist and protagonist. 

17. Shuffle time!! Put your music on shuffle and start writing. Everytime the song changes, change the mood of the story to match the music. 

18. Your character falls down a flight of stairs. What happens? 

19. Write about the morning after the day she died. 

20. Write a scene that takes place on a subway. There are five stops in the scene. 

21. Write a story that starts with a screech. 

22. Write a short paragraph ending with these words: He would give anything to turn back the clock five minutes.

23. What if the story started with this? The bomb exploded. 

24. When they were young, your Protagonist made a promise they weren’t able to keep. What was it?

25. Describe a character twice. Once to fall in love with them, then again to be repulsed by them. 

26. You are a kid’s imaginary friend. He’s growing up. You’re fading away. 

27. At birth, everyone has the date they will die tattooed on their arm. You were supposed to die yesterday. 

28. A little girl is terrified of the monster under her bed, but what she doesn’t know is that the monster under her bed protects her from the true monsters - her parents. 

29. Everyone human being is born with a birthmark signifying a great deed they are fated to do in their lives. Your first child has just been born with the mark of a murderer across her face.

30. Prompt: This is what the darkness promised. 

31. Write a letter to someone who doesn’t like you. 

32. I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again. 

33. Suddenly, all over the world, all children start drawing the same thing over and over again. 

34. Write about a character who can’t keep secrets. 

35. At the beginning of mankind, there were only zombies. They began to evolve and have a human apocalypse. 

36. You run into the gym and mysteriously find yourself in a forest. You learn you have been granted one super power. Describe your journey home. 

37. Write about this: What would you do if you weren’t afraid? 

38. What if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves. 

39. Write down who you were, who you are and what you want to remember. 

40. Write a scene that starts with: "I haven’t told anyone this before, but I’m going to tell you now.”

41. Write a scene using this line: “I saw what was in his mind. I know what he’s planning.”

42. Write a scene only using dialogue. Start with the line, “What do I do? He’s been there all day." 

43. Write dialogue - two people. They both say "I love you,” but only through subtext. 

44. Write a scene using these dialogues: “Do you trust me?” “No.” “Smart man.”

45. Dialogue Prompt: “I’m trying my best to be polite, but if you move that knife a centimeter closer to me I will tear you apart." 

46. Use this as inspiration for your next scene: You ruined me. I plan on returning the favor. 

47. Have one character convince another to do something incredibly stupid. 

48. Dialogue Prompt: "What’s the little blinking light mean?” “It means… wait, blinking?" 

49. Dialogue Prompt: "Now remember, if you hear ominous chanting, the appropriate response is to run." 

50. Dialogue Prompt: "Shit, man, we brought the wrong kid.” “You’re kidding me." 

Have fun writing!

Posted: 10 January 2015

Last Updated: 10 January 2015

Photographs

Ok so we all know Ashton has returned from his time away from the internet and is back with a new found passion for photography so…this is inspired by that. Enjoy! 

    Ashton had originally taken up being the “band photographer” during their studio sessions just to document the band’s journey while creating their next album, but it turned into more than that.  It has now become art of his everyday life.  He uses it as another creative outlet, and just like with his music, he is always looking to improve. Practice makes perfect right? If he isn’t snapping photos at the studio he’s at home taking them of you.  You’re used to it at this point. Sitting on the couch reading you would hear a mechanic click and look up to see Ashton peering down at the screen admiring the picture he’s just taken.

  Ashton loves candid shots, infact they’re the majority of what he takes.  His photoshoots don’t always come at the most opportune times though.  As you sit in the upstairs hallway digging through one of the cabinets, tissue boxes and towels strewn about you, looking desperately for a bar of soap, you hear the familiar click.  Sighing you look up to see your boyfriend with his camera in hand “Really Ashton?”.  He shrugs “What can I say babe? You’re my muse.” You can’t help but smile at him before he walks off to take pictures of something else.

   Ashton is on a first name basis with the CVS employees at this point considering he’s in there every week to pick up a new set of printed photos he has sent in.  He comes home and immediately tears open the paper envelope to start rifling through the photos.  He has started to display his favorite ones on your coffee table, leaving them spread loosely in a basket for your guests to look at when they came over.  He tells you “They’re conversation starters babe.” 

   Ashton always shows you his favorite ones when he gets back with the latest batch.  You two go through the pile together and admire them.  You laugh about whatever silly poses the boys are doing in the photographs this time, but you never really sit down to go through the basket.  On one of Ashton’s days off the two of you sit watching TV.  Absentmindedly you reach over and pick up the pile of pictures.  As you started to rifle through them you’re shocked, and flattered, to see that the majority are of you.  Not just that but most of them are one’s you didn’t even known Ashton took.  They feature you laughing with friends at a dinner party and putting your makeup on in the mirror, or cooking in the kitchen. You’re interrupted from observing the photos when Ashton resumes his spot next to you on the couch. “What ‘cha got there?” he asks peering over your should to look at the pictures. “I was just looking through them and” you smile down at the photos “Ash…when did you take all of these?” You give him a look complete amazement.  Wrapping his arm around your shoulders he tells you “Just whenever I saw a moment I wanted to preserve forever…”  You bury your face into his chest already feeling your face heat up from his loving words. “…and plus, you do some cute shit when you think no one is watching.”  

   Ashton has a love hate relationship with traveling.  He loves performing, he loves the fans, and he loves all the new places to photograph, but he hates being away from you.  Every morning when you wake up you’re greeted with a new thread of photos from him.  The visual documentations of his adventures.  You take your favorites to get printed and then add them to his coffee table collection.  At night, when you miss him the most, you sit and leaf through the photographs until you feel better.  You notice that a few of the pictures are missing, specifically some pictures of you.  But little do you know they’re safe and sound tucked inside Ashton’s wallet keeping him company, traveling the world, and being shown to the people he meets followed by the phrase “This is my beautiful girlfriend.”.  

Aozora Clubbing Heart part 2

Plot: Everybody (except Ruby) is shit faced. The night is wild and everybody is lucky Dia is too busy to kill them all.

Pairings:  KananMari, RubyMaru, ChikaRiko, YouYoshiko, Dia x Mystery Girl

SFW: with strong language, adult content [alcohol, sexual innuendos, hot kisses, and a lot of touching] sex happens but it’s not written.

Summary: Ruby cannot believe what’s happening.

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A/N: Still split in everyone’s POVs with some taking longer than others because quite frankly, they were too funny to cut short. Remember this is a college AU and everybody is aged up!


Dia spots a candidate. It’s hard to see well in the club and her beer goggles don’t exactly help, but she doesn’t need much help distinguishing breasts—her only real criteria.

She approaches smoothly, gracefully, working very hard at coordinating her legs and feet. It’s paying off, thank god. She doesn’t trip over herself as she gets close enough that the girl can hear her shy intonations.

“Hi.” Dia can feel her stomach creeping into her throat. The girl glances at Dia with pale blue eyes set afire by the club’s strobe lights. Her features are on point with Dia’s preferences and Dia is quick to admire her long blonde hair, like doll’s hair, left free to fall past her shoulders. She’s tall, but not imposingly so, and Dia guesses she’s probably a few years older than she is. “Are you having a good time?” Dia hopes she isn’t slurring or at the very least that this is actually going as smoothly as she thinks it is.

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