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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.

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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“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”

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.”

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.

7k words

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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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! 

anonymous asked:

Djwifi+ "Trixx (which is the fox kwami) don't you even think about it!"

“Don’t you even think about it!” Alya hissed, grabbing her kwami and shoving the troublesome little creature under her pillow just as Nino opened the door to the bedroom. 

“Hey, everything ok in here?” he asked looking around, “I thought it sounded like you were talking to someone.” 

“Oh, that… uh… I was answering a text from Marinette I sometimes yell at my phone. You know how she is with her wacky schemes and all that!” 

“Right,” Nino said not looking entirely convinced. “So I know we’ve been talking about taking advantage of your family being out of town for our 2 year anniversary and whatnot, but if you aren’t comfortable with this…”

“No! No I promise it’s nothing like that!” Alya said jumping up and grabbing his shoulders. “Believe me, there is nothing I want more than for us to finally spend some quality time together. I know I’ve been really… distracted lately, and I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you I promise.” 

“Al, you don’t owe me anything,” Nino said gently cupping her chin to meet her eyes, “yeah it’s been hard lately but that’s life. I am not going to freak out and leave you or something stupid like that just because you get busy. I mean come on, I’ve been putting up with Adrien’s constant disappearing act for 2 years and he’s still my best bro. Do you really think I wouldn’t do the same for you?” 

Alya felt herself relax as she leaned forward to kiss her boyfriend. She really had lucked out when Ladybug had locked them into that cage all those months ago. Who else would be so supportive and understanding even without knowing what was even going on? After all she couldn’t exactly tell him that she was spending half her time running around town as Paris’s newest hero. He had even been helping her with managing the updates on the Ladyblog. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in this rare moment of intimacy and completely oblivious to the small orange blur that darted over to her computer. 

“You are the best,” Alya whispered between languid kisses, “you know that right?” 

“Oh really?” Nino grinned, “does that mean I rank higher than Marinette on the Alya’s most important people scale?” 

“You might even rank higher than Ladybug,” Alya teased. 

Nino laughed and gave an exaggerated fist pump. “Yes! Life goals achieved!” 

“I love you,” Alya said, her teasing giving way to genuine emotion as she looked at this boy whom she couldn’t imagine her life without anymore. 

“I love you too,” he said softly leaning in for another kiss. 

“LET’S GET IT OOOOOONNNN…” Alya and Nino leapt apart as the loud sound of Marvin Gaye burst from her computer speakers. 

“Trixx, I don’t care if you are a demi-god, I am going to murder you!” Alya shrieked whirling around in search of the mischievous fox.

“What?” Nino asked. 

“Uh….” Alya gulped, “Oops.” 


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

out of our hands

“a five part study on the effects of eye contact on perceived closeness”

Or the one where Harry is a psychology grad student who is running a study, and Adalyn is the girl who signs up for it.

a one shot i wrote for ash last summer that i didnt post on tumblr for some odd reason

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Can I just

Okay, listen. It just super duper bugs me that people do not understand Yennefer’s character (or why it’s so important that she has Geralt and Ciri OR why she acts the way she does)

And lemme just break it down real quick in a short paragraph. Yennefer of Vengerberg has been physically deformed since childhood, she was ridiculed and physically abused by her father, craved a child but was inevitably sterile, SHE GOT TO THE POINT OF TRYING TO KILL HERSELF (which thankfully failed) and is constantly undergoing enormous scrutiny just for being a sorceress.

NOT TO MENTION she is constantly being told that she is not good enough for Geralt and is constantly reminded that Ciri is not her biological daughter.

Like she is calm cool and collected considering so back up off her

Thank you bye

Oda and Melville; Edward Newgate and whales

I do not know if Oda ever got to talk about it on an SBS or elsewhere but I think a lot about him naming Whitebeard’s flagship as “Moby Dick”. My thoughts as written on this piece focus on three points:
1) Oda’s reasoning;
2) significance/impact for Whitebeard;
3) significance for his crew.

I know not whether Oda is acquainted with Herman Melville’s work “Moby-Dick; or, The Whale”. On one hand, it’s one of the prime fictional works on seafaring (in the broadest sense), if not the biggest one of all. (It certainly is the biggest title on the matter of whaling.) With a heart drawn to such matters, it’s not too hard to imagine Oda reading it in some point of his life, whether in the English original or his native Japanese.

On the other hand, “Moby-Dick” is so famous a work of fiction its title is known by nearly everyone, even by those who are not acquainted with its plot, characters or themes. Childish as it is to say it, Melville came up with a title which sounds witty, to say the least, to a modern audience - I believe it’s unknown whether “dick” was established as slang for “penis” back in the 1850’s, though the English title of “The Whale” might hint at the beginnings of such a use and thus a way of avoiding it.

Surely Melville scholars have a lot to say about the book and if posed the question of what is more striking about it, they might answer it’s the vivid descriptions of whaling and life at sea, the scientific and pseudo-scientific essays, the homoerotica, the big questions of humanity - but maybe, overall, the title tops all of those items as the most striking feature of the book. And academia might even corroborate this oddity by referring to the fact Moby-Dick, the white whale, is a male of its species and alluding to the erotica that Melville, in a mixture of subtle and obvious, puts into his accounts of whaling practice.

So here comes the question: did Oda choose to name (and fashion) one of the pirate ships of his world as an homage to one of the big novels set on the sea or is there anything deeper to it? After all, Oda is known for both picking up words that float his boat and for concealing big plots and plot keys in seemingly small or meaningless things. It’s mind-blowing how the elements of his story are connected. I find both hypotheses likely and even if I can’t choose a side, it’s important to consider the latter hypothesis when discussing the character of Edward Newgate and his crew.

If the nod to “Moby-Dick” is intentional, then what can we learn from it? How can we apply it to Edward Newgate before he got his facial hair? How can we apply it to a further point in time and to his own crew up to the days of Portgas D. Ace?

First, some words on the ship.

Whitebeard’s ship’s name is devoid of the hyphen that unifies the two words in a single name for the white whale. This might have to do with the dropping of the hyphen in print, which would make it an exact copy of Melville’s title; or it might be an aesthetic choice on a two-word naming convention, as it happens with Roger’s Oro Jackson, to name only one. 

Hyphenated or not, the resemblance with a whale is the most prominent feature of Whitebeard’s ship and more than a nod to Melville’s whale. I will get to the symbolism of this later in the text but for now it’s important to stress the following:

  • One, while the remainder ships of Whitebeard’s fleet follow the same model, only the flagship is white in colour. 
  • Two, more than having the whale as a figurehead, both whale and ship are so merged and embedded into each other it’s hard to say where whale begins and ship ends. 
  • Three, everything so far seems to point to this whale being a Physeter macrocephalus, or a cachalot, also known as a sperm whale - the exact species of Melville’s “Moby-Dick”. Is it?

Let’s take a look at the ship(s).

Adding to everything that’s already been said about Melville and which might point to the sperm whale, there is the suggestion, at least on some depictions, that the whale’s head is set higher than its body in what could be seen as the outline of a sperm whale’s body. The One Piece Wikia seems to have no problem in identifying Whitebeard’s whale as a cachalot.

However, I do have a reservation on this point: Whitebeard’s whale seems to display baleen, which is not a feature of the P. macrocephalus but rather one of species falling in another classification of cetacea.

Plus, there are some design issues in the manga, as well as in the anime: if we look at the rest of the fleet, we will find the whales’ bodies as blue, thus making their identification with the blue whale (Balaenoptera musculus) easy enough (for which the baleen would also account for). In that case, it seems too obvious that we’re facing a blue whale painted white as Whitebeard’s flagship and not a cachalot, just an aesthetic choice to go along with his epithet.

The question is simple, actually: looking at Oda’s drawings, are we in the presence of a baleen or of a cartoony mandibula? Can we reach a satisfying answer to this question considering we’re before a vessel rather than an actual animal, meaning its anatomical features will have to be shaped accordingly?

It is interesting to conclude whether Edward Newgate’s ship is a Physeter macrocephalus or a Balaenoptera musculus for that would identify his character as either one or the other and that might provide material for an entertaining biological analysis. Ultimately, this identification might also provide insights on Whitebeard’s crew in issues such as nature and behaviour. The sperm whale theory would prove very interesting in an all-men crew in terms of sexuality, if we once again turn to Melville.

While the doubt continues, it’s by no means a waste of time to take a look at Whitebeard and his own reasoning for adopting a whale for his own ship. This is of course purely theoretical and fruit of my own views, as is everything in this piece of text that is not a factual statement.

It is known from the manga that young Edward Newgate prized one thing over glittering treasure: a family. Two things from this statement seem too obvious to question: he has no biological family and he doesn’t consider his crewmates as family - otherwise he would not say this. I don’t mean to say young Newgate - and since I’m venturing into his psyche I feel I can call him by his given name - didn’t like his crewmates, especially when he took camaraderie on so high a level in his later years; but this was not the family that was meant to be.

It is my belief that young Newgate did his fair share of whalewatching and that this pastime went well with his desire for a family. Whales are, generally-speaking, social creatures who travel in pods for protection. There are exceptions, of course, and such is the case of some baleen whales. Perhaps it this watching of the pod behaviour that put the whale in his high esteem as a parental symbol and this might have weighed in his decision. Thus, the Moby Dick and her sisters would be a floating symbol of the family Edward Newgate had conquered. It’s also worth noting that, in this sense, Whitebeard’s fleet can also be regarded as a whale pod.

In another sense, and maybe that’s a stretch from my part, Whitebeard’s system of divisions creates sixteen pods, of which the commanders would be the main protectors. These far surpass the 20-whale limit of animal pods, since there are way more than 20 members per division, but the concept is not much different - though of course there is a military reading to it as well. In nature, female whales choose pods with other females and their offspring, while the adult males prefer to be on their own: not taking this as a strict rule, and since we know Whitebeard to consider his crew his sons, we find ourselves before a massive pod.

Again, I refer to the Moby Dick and its white paintjob: more than it being an announcement to other pirates and marines alike of who the ship belongs to, it also symbolizes Whitebeard’s omnipresent protection over his beloved sons.

It’s also worthy of our time to think of this Newgate and the whale as an animal of poetry and literature. 

Whitebeard can be read as a monolith of righteousness and correctitude. Much in contrast with his Devil Fruit powers of destruction and chaos, we have a calm thinker who weighs the outcome of his actions and decides on whichever represents cosmos. His protective streak is so marked he tries to keep Ace from chasing after Marshall D. Teach for the sake of the pod and, by no means less important than that, he makes himself the protector of Fishman Island. If I’m allowed to return to the whalewatching idea, that would resonate with Whitebeard’s fondness for species that are linked with the magnificent members of the cetacea.

In terms of fiction, whales are usually spoken of in beautiful wording that stresses out their majestic nature. A man as Edward Newgate is nothing short of majestic in his wisdom and “majesty” is exactly what Ace wants to give him by making him King - and we shouldn’t forget his position as one of the Yonko either. What’s more, whales are ancient creatures who seem to carry both this wisdom and this majesty, and once again I would refer to Melville’s absolutely enthralling descriptions of these creatures. 

Dying at 72 and coming from another era, Whitebeard is, himself, a beautiful white whale. In fact, there, too, lies another parallel with Melville’s novel, this time with the sperm whale himself. 

It’s his whiteness that Ishmael finds to be his most peculiar feature; yet this shroud is not devoid of scars and patches of different shades of grey. The whale is also described as being huge, even being regarded by the whalemen as possibly the biggest sperm whale in existence. Physically we will find a comparison between this particular specimen and Whitebeard in the multiple scars that desaturate his skin and in his impressive height. Whitebeard’s height tops that of a regular human some three times and is just as worthy of awe as are the giants, half-giants and hybrids that inhabit the world of One Piece.

We come back to Melville and the sperm whales, for if the Moby Dick were a sperm whale, that would provide us some more lines on the crew that inhabits it, in a very particular field. Many fans in the One Piece community like to pair these sons of Whitebeard’s both romantically and sexually. If we go back to “Moby-Dick”, we might find they have good reasons to.

It strikes me as funny that most people’s summary on “Moby-Dick” will be Ahab’s quest for revenge when the book is so electrically overcharged in homoerotica. Of course there is the matter of the spermaceti, a fluid produced in the spermaceti organ inside the whale’s head, which was coveted by the whaling ships to be used in cosmetics and for lighting purposes. Sperm whaling was an essential part of 18th century economics and a very, very dangerous career. Nowadays, it is discussed whether the function of the spermaceti organ has to do with matters of buoyancy or echolocation. The name “spermaceti” has its root on the Latin word for “semen”.  

I reckon several of Melville’s passages might have a double reading based on the reader’s own ideas of sexuality, but it still seems to me some of them, and even chapter titles, are obviously a reference to male and male. Such is the case of the try-works narrative. In fact, games and plays on this “semen” and the men of the Pequod (the whaling ship) abound throughout the book and they create a theme which, like that of religion, cannot be overlooked or made inferior when discussing this novel.

A crew of whalemen was a crew of men; a crew of men which spent an average 3 years per journey - if I remember correctly - away from their homes and their wives. We can’t expect these men to be utterly devout to their Nantucket wives for so long a time when needs must, just like we can’t say for sure that none of those marriages represented true feelings. More or less often, for the most or the least part of the whalers, gay sex was part of such journeys.

Looking back at Whitebeard’s crew, we shan’t find women: Whitey Bay, to mention one, is not a direct daughter of Whitebeard’s but a subordinate captain and cannot be accounted for. The same will hold true for other females which have pledged allegiance to Newgate. 

Though we’re in the presence of pirates, not whalemen, we’re still in the presence of men who can spend a long time at sea without making port and thus there is a very justified reason for homoerotic thoughts on the Whitebeard Pirates (not that any kind of sexual representation needs a matter-of-facty basis).

This idea might be further expressed were it to be proven the Moby Dick is, indeed, a sperm whale, which would make parallels with the Pequod much more interesting.

Theories of Newgate’s own sexual orientation are not to be excluded. After all, his self-proclaimed lover and his self-proclaimed son appear to be no more than that, self-proclaimed, and even if they were really Newgate’s lover and biological son, that need not identify him as heterosexual: I recall many of those whalemen with wives back home and female lovers on ports didn’t refrain from being intimate with their fellow men. 

There’s also his clear preference for fathering sons. At this point, I should state as clearly as possible that I by no means am saying or defending Whitebeard had sexual or romantic interests in the boys and men he adopted or that he was in any sense a molester. A man with such high moral standards and pure soul would never engage in such atrocities. 

What I am saying is that Newgate’s sexuality is not out in the open, as is virtually no one’s in the world of One Piece, and a penchant for males might have propelled him to protecting males by taking them under his wing and making them his sons.

Finally, there is a theme about Whitebeard and also Portgas D. Ace I have previously written a note about and which I will not discuss in extent but I must mention anyway and which is religion. 

Whether of Eastern and Western views, there is a religious theme hovering these two characters, for which Whitebeard’s “second” Jolly Roger, at least, seems to attest to. I don’t mean his changed and non-controversial Jolly Roger but the symbol that is to be found on Marco’s chest as well as in the skin and apparel of other sons of his: a Latin cross behind a moustache just like Whitebeard’s.

While the significance of this symbol is officially unknown, there is a Christian motif in these two characters: in Ace, we will find martyrdom and the scaffold serving as his cross (at least up to a certain moment), to say the least about him; in Whitebeard, we will find a stoic attitude towards death and even during actual death; a majestas domini in his enthroned seat on the deck of his “Leviathan”.

Though none of them died at the same age of Jesus Christ, one too young and the other too old, both Ace and Whitebeard do their share of sacrifice, Ace’s as the the plot event that will make the story as a whole and Luffy’s story in particular move forward; Whitebeard’s as the result of an act of infinite father-son love.

In a way, there is also a contrast with Jesus dying as intended by his Father and Ace’s Father reaching out to save him. In the end, both of them died for the sins of the humanity they knew.

I believe that, in the matters of whales and Melville, I have penned my views, though I reckon I shall submit them to be revised somewhere in the future, as it is not a closed issue for me. In terms of religion, I’ve only lifted the tip of the veil, but it was more than I should have said considering the writing of this text was not done to answer that topic.

To the reader who reads this, I thank you for your time and I do hope you have enjoyed my thoughts, whether or not you agree with them. If you don’t, I beg you to keep in mind that, since Whitebeard (nor Ace) is the protagonist of One Piece and there is only so much that is known about him, any take on his character must be heavily influenced by one’s personal views.

Tips from a YA Editor by Anne Regan: Crafting a Query Letter

What’s a query letter?

  • A short (single page) introduction of you and your book to a publisher or agent
  • Use professional business letter format, font, and language
  • Do your research about the publisher or agent so you can:
  • Personalize the letter to a specific person (for example, the acquisitions editor)
  • Show how your book meets their submission criteria

Start with the most important information first

  • A “hook” – one sentence that captures the essence of your story and makes them want more
  • To save his world, a hobbit must destroy a powerful magic ring.
  • A farm boy joins the rebellion against an evil galactic empire.

State how your story fits what they publish or represent.

  • I enjoy your fantasy novels and would appreciate your considering my novel Hobbit Wars.
  • Always include the title, genre, and word count.
  • Be sure these meet the submission guidelines for your target publisher or agent.

Include a brief synopsis of the story

  • No more than one or two short paragraphs – ideally no more than 150 words
  • Focus on your main characters, their goals, and the obstacles they face to achieve them
  • Don’t overdisclose – leave the editor or agent wanting to read more
Wrap it up
  • Include a sentence or two about yourself
  • Include any writing credits, awards, or special background that influences your story
  • Thank the editor or agent for their time and consideration
  • Based on the submission guidelines, include the manuscript or excerpt or let them know it is available on request

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

Submission Pro-tips

Hey guys, just a quick update on what you can do if you want the highest chances of me using your submissions:
1. Don’t use the Tumblr instant-messaging system to submit your stories. I can only open these one at a time, and I simply don’t have time to do that. ‘Asks’, ‘Submit’ or through e-mail = best method.
2. Keep it SHORT. A short paragraph or a couple sentences is best. 
3. People love puns. I am people. Also skeletons are rad as shit. 

That is all. Happy gaming, everyone! More comics soon. 

Edit: Also, 50,000+ FOLLOWERS!! Dang that happened fast. Thanks guys! Next goal is eight million. LETSAGO

this has to stop.

I do not know how to stop this or if it’ll ever stop, but please stop sexualizing underage idols, or any underage person in any case. It is disgusting, disrespectful, rude, and so many other things that not even words can describe. There are many blogs that I’ve seen who sexualize or write sexual things about minors. It is an invasion to their youth and I can’t even describe how disgusting it is. 

Yes, people may say, “it’s not that big of a deal, they’re celebrities and most likely wont see it.” They are celebrities, but celebrities are humans just like all of us, take that into consideration. And yes, they probably won’t see it, but what if they do? You’ll never know. Just imagine how they’d feel. This matter has never affected me personally, but just imagine the look on their faces when they find out people sexualize them when they’re not even legal. And when they do turn to a legal age, I’ve also seen many cases where people don’t even celebrate the fact that they’ve turned 18, but instead they celebrate the fact that they can now sexualize them. Take Jungkook for example, people have started a hashtag saying that Jungkook was legal or that they could now call them “daddy” and write smut about them. Do you really think any idol would ever appreciate that?

Now, I couldn’t give a damn if anyone sexualized an underage idol in their head. It’s your mind, do whatever you want with it. But if you share it with the public, it’s a total different matter. Many people might’ve dealt with this personally. Do you think anyone would like to see someone sexualizing one of their favorite celebrities? Is anyone comfortable with that? If you think this type of action is okay, please take a moment to reconsider.

In some cases, the writing of smut can lead to even more serious problems. The idol could be personally affected by this and nobody would know.

So I just beg of everyone on every social media site, stop sexualizing idols. It’s just such a disgusting thing and I can’t believe I have to take it to the point that I need to write a full on rant about it. It’s a problem everywhere, and I know that these few short paragraphs will barely help, but please, reblog if you want, even if it doesn’t match your blog type. The protection and safety of our young idols is so so much more important. And do more things to help, for example, if you see thing like this happen, report the person. 

Just please.

This has to stop.

[Femslash February]: Asleep

lol that it’s only day 2 and im already late with this >.>


Day 2: Asleep (Chlonette)

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Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

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The first time Chloe stayed after school to study in the library, she found Marinette sleeping over her books at a study table near the windows. 

Lycée turned out to be a lot harder than Chloe had thought, and trying to keep up with all of her homework without getting frustrated and forgoing it completely was almost impossible. It led to her bringing in half-finished homework assignments or not bringing in any assignments at all since it happened that Sabrina wasn’t in any of her classes this year. Her teachers packed her up with review sheets and extra homework every single day, and she had to use the hour study sessions at the end of every day to finish up all her work before she went home. It was absolutely deplorable stuff, but even her father was putting his foot down about it, which meant she really had no choice this time around. 

She was dragging her feet to the library and looking for a seat when she found Marinette at a study table all by herself. 

Chloe raised a brow. She didn’t really see Marinette much anymore. They were on completely different bac tracks and they were in completely different classes for any subjects they did share. She did occasionally see Marinette in the halls as they walked to their respective classes, but putting in the energy to mess with her was a lot harder now. It wasn’t the same now that they barely saw each other. 

But, apparently Marinette also stayed for the study blocks after school. And apparently she wasn’t faring too well. 

Chloe put her books on a chair two down from where Marinette was sitting. She was passed out on top of her tablet, and her right hand was still clutching the pen she was using to mark up the book they must have been reading for her French Literature class. Chloe reached over to check the page they were on and realized that Marinette was almost as far behind in the book as Chloe was. 

Huh. And she always thought that Marinette was a studious little thing. 

If Marinette was here, it was probably because she needed to be, and Chloe had far too much studying to get done to even bother with being petty. She poked Marinette in the forehead until she jerked up in her chair and rubbed at the cheek that was pressed against her tablet. She turned her head and groggily blinked up at Chloe. “What are you doing here?”

“Same as you probably,” Chloe replied. She shoved Marinette’s book closer to her. “Come on. I don’t need your snoring distracting me.” 

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and it makes me so damn frustrated because i can’t even look you in the eyes anymore and it’s not even because i’m angry it’s because i’m afraid. i’m afraid your eyes will reel me in again and my soul will return to the place where it likes to dance in the lovely blue of your irises. i’m frustrated because even though i claim to be over you, here i am, still writing about you.
—  sjf // shit he’s just so perfect

“So, how do you know each other again?” asked Yukako.

I held my water glass against my lips for a second longer, looking over at Alejandro, buying time. He looked back at me. We locked eyes.

What were we supposed to say in a situation like this?

But to properly tell this story, I need to back up a few days.

I was in Shizuoka, about an hour ride out of Tokyo, Japan. My goals were simple: visit the Magic Grand Prix tournament in Shizuoka, and then spend the next week seeing Magic stores and trying to explore a side of Japan I had not yet seen.

It was the last day of the Grand Prix.  The world is slowly crumbling around 2,700 players, as the delicately placed banners and colorfully shaped signage are being stripped down and removed.

This is the saddest part of any Magic tournament: when it ends.

It’s when the convention center hall stops being a living, breathing embodiment of Magic, with a pulse that sounds like the slapping of cardboard and a heartbeat that echoes with shuffling. When this marvelous world goes back to being a white-walled building that will be used to host dance recitals, or cheerleading rallies, or car shows.

But there was a brief moment left. A flicker of life, minutes, maybe, before the convention center passed the threshold of no return and reverted to its blank state.

And that’s when I had the fortunate happenstance of being introduced to Ryan.

Blonde hair. A slight grin at the corners of his mouth. A full backpack. The discerning gaze of a Magic player. He introduced himself: a local player, formerly from the States, who now lived in Japan.

“I had heard from Helene   you were staying around in Japan for a little longer, and I know it’s out of your way, and it’s probably a long shot, but I live in Nagoya, and it has a great Magic scene, and plenty of people who would love to meet you, and I know you like food and I would show you great food, and some of the sights, and we can play some games of Magic, and once again, I really know there’s probably a low chance, but if there is any possible way you could briefly come visit Nagoya during your stay, I’d be happy to show you around.”

“Okay, sure.”

“Wait… Really?”

“Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow?”

And that, ladies and gentlemen and those who identify as neither of the crowd, is how I travel.

I got Ryan’s information. And true to my word, the very next day, I found myself on a train, bound for Nagoya.

And so the tour began.

Delicacies, with a mix of known and unknown and unwanted-to-be-known contents, were consumed. A smorgasbord of 7 Magic shops were visited, showcasing so many shapes and sizes and colors that Doctor Seuss would have had a field day describing them all. Games were had. Stories were told.

We ended up by visiting one final game store: Mishimaya. A small family run shop, with that lovely musty smell that reminded me of childhood. And there we met a group of other local players.

And, well… It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a group of Magic players, in possession of decks, must be in want of a game.

Rajib. Kevin. Daniel. All from far-flung corners of the English-speaking world, we slammed down our cards. We ran Goblins into Angels. We laughed. We bantered. We talked about life in Japan. I took a picture of us. Put it on Instagram. We went out to dinner. Menus were attempted to be navigated.

It was a good time. We parted ways.

I hopped on a train, headed elsewhere, redrawing up new plans to account for the change of plans. And that was that.

Or so I thought.

Still riding the train back, something else unexpected happened. A notification popped up on Instagram from someone I had never spoke with. His name was Alejandro.

It read as follows: “You should take the [train] to Fukuoka. I still have an original Conspiracy box in Japanese to open and draft :)”

I looked it up on a map. Fukuoka was basically on the entire other side of Japan. My brain’s impulse was immediately to say no. I mean, it was a long way out of my way, I hadn’t planned on going there, time in Japan was precious, I didn’t know this person at all. It didn’t make sense, right?

Right?

…Right?

Well, it’s a good thing that Japan has all these bullet trains.

I arranged to visit in a few days. Alejandro writes to me, “Just so you know, it’s actually quite a bit west of Fukuoka and a bit rural…”

Perfect. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I took the bullet train to a station. From that station, I took a subway train to a tinier station. From there, I took yet another train. Out the window, I watched the metal buildings turn into brick buildings, the brick buildings turn into blossoming trees, the blossoming trees turn into rice fields. For the first time during my stay in Japan, signs begin to look run down. Roads begin to look bumpy. The passengers on the train were no longer mostly in suits.

The train spit me out at my stop, and it was immediately clear I had walked into a Miyazaki movie. Little statues sat in the streets. I spotted farmers in the distance. The buildings all had wooden sliding door entrances.

This – this was the Japan I grew up thinking about.

I’m swept up from the subway station by a car full of strangers. Alejandro has rounded up five others – three local Magic players, whom he had taught himself, one of their wives, and her young daughter – to come meet me. 

I’m taken to a restaurant, in an old wooden building, that has had many lives and seen many owners. There is a small museum in the front of the restaurant showcasing its history. People are sitting on pillows and tatami mats, eating from small tables.

The five of us sat down. I took a sip of my water.

“So, how do you know each other again?” asked Yukako.

That is the question, isn’t it? How do you answer that? How do you even begin to summarize it all into a short paragraph, or sentence, or word?

Let’s just back up for a second and review the facts.

I had traveled to Japan to visit a card game tournament as part of my job at Wizards of the Coast. I then met a local player, who showed me around his city for the day and introduced me to a number of players. They gave me a bunch of advice for my travels. I posted this on Instagram, of all places.

Someone on the other side of Japan whom I had never even talked to saw this, asked if I wanted to visit, I replied saying yes, and traveled 5 hours by train to get there. Once I arrived into Chikuzen-Fukae – the middle of nowhere in Japan – I met five total strangers, and was now sitting in a traditional Japanese restaurant, speaking with these people like they were family. Combined, we heralded from Spain, The USA, Japan, Nigeria, and London.

Pause for a moment. Cue, eyes widening. Cue, flashbacks to the many other times similar things have happened to me or other Magic players. Cue, the sudden realization that this is actually an extremely abnormal event.

Cue the realization that this is family.

I love Magic. It is the greatest game in the world. But even more powerful than the game, even more meaningful than the hours spent smiling and learning, are those people you spend those hours smiling and learning with.

It is a community of immediate friendship. A game which is a blacksmith that forges “Hello and Good Luck” into stories, stories into friendship, and friendship into family. A game which will always direct you to your long-lost cousin or your mystery aunt in every town, in every city. Time and time again, I have found there is always a family member there for you. There’s always someone from the family of Magic.

And there is nothing else like it. Not in the whole world. And I find it hard to imagine anything – truly anything – that could properly describe this series of events other than one word. So it’s what I said:

“We’re… family.”

I elaborated more, but that’s really the only way I can best explain it. We laugh. We eat our meal. We learn about each other’s lives. I make goofy faces at the young daughter like any cousin would. And, in that short window of a single meal, we become a family.

That day, this family of Magic visited sites in this tiny town. We climbed the muddy path up a mountain and watched a waterfall in the forest. We visited an Island temple, wind biting at our noses. We dropped by the restaurants – which my new family knows the owners of – to see if they will open just for us. It is a neighborhood where you actually know your neighbors.

And, eventually, we drove back to Alejandro’s place, with sliding doors and tatami floors, short ceilings that hit my head and tall tales that hit my heart, and we sat at the wooden, engraved kitchen table. We smile and, knowingly, reach for our Magic decks.

That afternoon, my family drives together, an hour, to play in a tiny store for the local Magic tournament.

That night, I sleep on a rolled out bed, in a room kept warm by a kerosene heater. Like an uncle, Alejandro lights the heater for me. And, like a nephew, I wish him sweet dreams.

When I wake up, there are trains to catch. Things to do. New places in Japan to see. I bid my farewells.

My adopted uncle walks me to the train station. He gets on the train, going part of the way there with me. Like any family member, he gives me a long list of directions, trying to be careful I don’t lose my way back.

The train goes for about 20 minutes. Alejandro stood up to get off. He looked back at me. We had known each other in person for less than 24 hours, and yet, I already felt a bit emotional.

I nodded. He nodded. We may never see each other again.

But that’s okay. We both knew it would be far from the last time we saw      our everlasting, evergrowing, evergracious family: our family of Magic.