I keep having dreams about you. You’re always on my mind, 24/7. Sometimes I imagine what it’s like to be with you, to have you be mine. Those dreams that I have feel so real. It’s almost like they are.
—  dreams about you // 12:46am
YA Was Better In The Old Days

There are times when I really feel that modern girls are being ripped off in their YA. I grew up reading old WWII era Stories for Girls inherited from my grandmother and mother and let me tell you, restrictive gender roles and all, they let girls do more stuff than most of the current crop. And a lot of them were written around Girls Finding Their Calling rather than Girls Finding Their True Love.

For example:

In ‘A Friend for Frances’, Frances has to deal with the realities of being from a poor farming family and convince her parents to spend extra money on letting her go to a good school. She succeeds! She finds a best friend, learns about working hard to achieve your dreams, and ends the book a) all set to pursue her dream of gardening as a career and b) going to Holland to see the tulips because flowers are kind of her life. The only dudes involved in the story are her father, her brother, her best friend’s semi-present father and the Curmudgeon With A Heart Of Gold who gives her an after-school job.

In ‘Nancy Calls The Tune’, Nancy is a gifted musician and trained organist who takes a job in a church to free up the male organist to enlist and Do His Duty. Nancy and her housemate get jobs, work hard, Nancy helps maintain morale for the whole village and meets a nice man who respects her work-ethic and the housemate coerces a pilot into taking her over the channel to rescue her sister who is trapped Behind Enemy Lines. Some of the Patriotic Yay War Boo Cowardice stuff is pretty on the nose, but it still had a lot of Girls Doing Things.

In the entirety of the Swallows and Amazons series the girls were absolutely as competent as the boys when it came to sailing, exploring, and Making Up Cool Shit, and significantly more competent in the areas of cooking, supervising younger siblings, and making fires that wouldn’t go right out. It’s stated repeatedly in text that Susan, the ‘domestic one’, is the only reason they’re allowed to do most of it because she’s the one the parents can count on to make sure that Meals, Bedtime And Basic First Aid are applied at appropriate times. The assorted parents make it very clear to all the kids that John and Nancy may be the ships’ captains but SUSAN IS IN CHARGE IF YOU DISOBEY HER YOU WILL NEVER CAMP AGAIN.

‘The Daring Of Daryl’ features Daryl who is just SO EXCITED TO GO TO BOARDING SCHOOL THAT SHE RIDES A TRAINED BULL TO THE STATION RATHER THAN MISS THE TRAIN. An actual bull. Usual school story hijinks ensue, but I remember the book fondly to this day for Daryl’s almost Australian eagerness to embrace personal danger and sports. Again, very few dudes. 

It’s a bit older, but ‘Rilla of Ingleside’ is to this day one of the only WWI novels not only centered around almost exclusively female characters, but about girls who were at home, trying to cope with rationing and fundraising and answering the phone when any call might be to inform them of a death in the family. Rilla, a slightly spoiled teenager when the story opens, pulls her socks up and grimly soldiers on throughout. She raises money, knits socks, tries to keep her parents spirits up as their sons enlist one after another, somehow holds the family together when one of her brothers dies, and - with nobody blinking an eye - at fifteen adopts a war baby whose mother has died and whose father is overseas and takes care of it until the father comes back. There is a romance, but given that he’s also at war most of the time you don’t see much of him.

‘Dragon Island’ featured three girls who were shipwrecked (if I remember right) on an island with a significant komodo dragon population. They survived and didn’t get eaten and were generally plucky and good at problem-solving. They fished, scavenged, built shelters, all the good stuff. No romance unless you shipped the girls and let me tell you I did.

And there were innumerable Girl’s Own Stories and Girl’s Annuals and Girls Own Adventures in which girls scaled cliffs, captured spies, raised money for charities, thwarted evil capitalists trying to take the family farm, rode horses, saved injured animals, learned instruments, bested bullies, befriended strangers, went to sea, hiked up mountains, found treasure, put on shows, won scholarships, helped old people, won academic prizes, put out fires, and generally MADE FRIENDS WITH GIRLS AND DID ALL THE THINGS.

And every time I pick up a modern YA there’s at least one boy mentioned on the cover and Is It True Love and I just really miss the days when plucky, independent girls named Kate or Debbie or Susan or Abigail or Samantha were allowed to wear sensible shoes and pursue wildly varying hobbies and careers and solve their own problems that did not center around boys. Boys frequently did not even intrude on the narrative except as Annoying Brothers or Helpful Stable Hands.

I grew up reading stories in which heroines were expected to be plucky, tough, resourceful, independent, good at problem solving, unafraid of hard work and good human beings. My daughter is growing up reading stories about girls who fall in love and maybe, like, do some other stuff. I do not like this trend.

TLDR: I am old people and stories for girls were better in my day because there weren’t so many dang boys in them and also girls were allowed to do more things.


honey jars full of sunlight,
vines that wrap the walls.
summer days, half-naked,
plastered to hardwood floors.

willow trees and giant oaks.
strawberries and peaches.
freckles and whiskey eyes,
kissed by noon sun.

iced tea with lemon,
novels in the garden.
sun-bright smiles,
as wind disturbed pages.

bright golden hours,
sunrise through the window.
a china cup of tea,
held by sun-soft hands.


What was Draco's childhood like?

Did he have little play dates with his friends? -Did he have any friends besides the children of death eaters? -What was his favorite food? Or book? Or color? -Did he dream about going to Hogwarts? -Did he ever want a sibling? -Was there maybe at some point a hope of a sibling that turned out not working? -What did he do everyday in the Manor? -Did he read all day or play with toys? -Did he make Lucius play games with him? Or -would Lucius even do that? -Who taught Draco about the birds and the bees? (Imagine this talk with the Malfoys) -Did he know what was going on around him as a kid? -Was he lonely? -Did he ever want to be a normal kid without death eater parents? -Did it hurt him that his parents were involved in killing so many people? Poor baby Draco it makes me sad to think about

Originally posted by fallingforamalfoy

How to write your book step 201


Think about your book. Always. Have it boiling away in your mind all the time. Next time you are cooking dinner, or having a cup of tea, or tuning out while watching someone else’s story, think of your own. Don’t just think about it when you are already thinking about it.. remember to think about it. Draw yourself into your story make yourself think about your book, your characters, your world. Don’t let it get too far away, have it constantly on your mind, do it deliberately. 

When you stop to look at a sunset, think about how you would write it into your book. When you stop to write a shopping list imagine the handwriting of your characters. When you shower,  think about the next scene you’re going to write. 

Reading books is fantastic escapism, but writing books is even more so. 

This is something I picked up on and I’m just saying, about this Easter egg from uncharted 4, my money is on that being Ellie’s mother, Anna, when she was pregnant with Ellie. Especially with the rumours of the second game being a prequel. I don’t know if they’re making this into an actual comic to match the other comic ‘American Dreams’ or it’s a teaser for the next game or something else, but I’m sure we’ll find out in a few days at E3. I just thought I’d share.

i miss you.

Is there a word stronger than “miss”? I ask because I miss sunshine on snowy days, and I miss the stars during the days, but I miss neither the way I miss you.

I want you here with me. I yearn for your hand in mine. I breathe your entire existence daily. I want you. I need you. I miss you.

I miss your smile when I say something stupid. I miss the sight of your brown eyes in the sunlight. I miss your stupid jokes at the most inappropriate times. I miss you existing next to me.

You make me complete. You are my happiness. So once again, is there a word strong enough for the feeling I get when you aren’t with me?


In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them.
Their magic. 
Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness.

Her raven boys.

The Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater

summed up bom songs
  • hello!: you get jesus and you get jesus and you get jesus
  • two by two: getting paired with some annoying kid in middle school
  • hasa digi eebowai: lmao y'all are clueless
  • turn it off: the no homo jam that every musical has ft. not so repressed ginger
  • sal tlay ka siti: requiem from dear evan hansen
  • man up: please don't cry my sweet innocent baby oh wOAH THIS GUITAR RIFF
  • spooky mormon hell dream: sUch a good song oh my god do you have any idea i love it so much oh and homosexuals in hell
  • i believe: actually a little serious and when taken out of context is a pretty good song really it's quite nice and rlly the ending is so cute
  • baptize me: blue from heathers the musical
  • tomorrow is a latter day: the beginning tbh take my tears, i believe is reprised, group songs in high school rehearsal once everyone has memorized the song and the actually good singers are belting, aww the hello! reprise is cute too, hey did i mention that mckinley let's his feelings out (btw that means he's gay)