an unexpected hunger

Hey!
I’m 1) looking for more people to follow and 2) looking for more followers.
SOOOOOO… if you post any of the following:

  • Doctor Who
  • Sherlock*** (need more sherlock on my dash!)
  • Supernatural
  • Harry Potter
  • Marvel
  • Star Trek
  • LOTR/The Hobbit
  • Disney
  • The Hunger Games
  • Any actor/actresses in above fandoms
  • I’m in a few other fandoms as well (look at my tags page for all)

Please like. Re-blogging will get you extra credit but not essential. And following me will give you extra points! I really do look at everyone one (mainly because I love my dash to be full)! 

Thanks and please only do if these are in any way relevant to you.
Cheers!

P.S. About my blog. 24/7 queue running. Mainly SuperWhoLock but love the other fandoms. I do at times post Misc. stuff but mainly staying to the fandoms. Also not a spoiler free blog but I tag everything!

P.P.S- If you are a pure Sherlock blog, let me know. My dash has very little Sherlock on it and I’d really love some more. :)

anonymous asked:

I know that having a test in Dystopian books is kinda cliche, but I think it's one of my favorite things to see in the book. If it's one of my favorite things, should I still avoid putting one in my story?

You love it then go ahead and put it in, but it needs to be different to stand out against all the other dystopians out there. Here are common traits of The Test that you may want to change/avoid/subvert/twist:

  • Specific Day: The Test, or Choosing Day, is often on a specific day. If The Test comes on a day specific to an individual, it’s often on their birthday. If The Test is for a group of people, it often comes on a specific day of the year, every year.
  • Attendance Mandatory: The Test is always mandatory and characters are either excited for it or dreading it. They have no option. Ever. An optional test can still exist in a dystopian setting. Also, the test doesn’t have to be accessible to everyone. There can also be cultural connotations associated with an optional test, such as it being associated with a certain socioeconomic class. There’s a lot you can do.
  • Protagonist is Different: In a scenario in which everyone is given an assignment, the protagonist is not given one. In a scenario in which only one or a few are chosen, the protagonist is chosen. Sometimes the protagonist is chosen for something unexpected. The Hunger Games made it different for about five seconds, but that scenario is so well-known that now something like that won’t fly. The “twists” in these scenes have become predictable.
  • Only This Age: There is always an age range. Always.
  • Protagonist Pwns Them: If the test does not involve random assignment or being judged but rather a physical or intellectual test, the protagonist always renders others speechless because they’re so amazing or whatever. Sometimes they start by failing and end with something amazing. Sometimes they show up a smug competitor. Either way, they end up being either the best the judges have seen in the past 30 years or they end up doing something unconventional. Let your protagonist lose. Let that have consequences. Create different conflict.
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3- Josh Hutcherson 5’ 6"

4- Daniel Radcliffe: 5’ 5"

5- Bruno Mars: 5’ 5"

(I’m not saying they’re short! just that under 6'0" is consider for some people short for a man… but personally THIS MEN ARE GORGEOUS!!!)

anonymous asked:

I have a character who is a were-creature. Just some backstory, He is really vain and obsessed with his image. The people he is traveling with don't know he transforms. When he finally transforms in front of his friend they're in the woods and it's dark. He doesn't want his friends to know he can transform. What happens to his clothes when he transforms? How can I explain that without having the other characters finding out the monster was him?

Okay, so, this is going to sound mean for about a second,  but, you understand that Werewolves (and other lycanthropic critters) aren’t real, right?

I mean, they’re real in the context of persistent, subconscious myth. The same way ghosts, vampires, and other anxieties given monstrous form are an acceptable suspension of disbelief. But, as with vampires, no one can really come along and hammer you on the knuckles with a ruler for breaking “the rules.”

They’re a useful metaphor. Especially if you want to talk about the awkwardness of being a teenager. Their body changing in unexpected ways, new, strange hungers and urges, growing a tail hair all over the place… you know, normal.

They’re also a good metaphor for civilization vs. the wild, domestication vs. feralness, or any number of other appropriate analogies.

You’ll notice none of this tells either of us what the hell happens to his pants. That’s because, for the most part, you’re setting the rules of your story. Does he absorb his clothes when he transforms? Does he get those back when he reverts? Does he tear them to shreds if he can’t get them off in time? Can he control his transformation, meaning he can strip naked, then shift? (Which might actually work against the above themes, but, it’s possible.) Is his transformation into something that wouldn’t actually tear his clothes? (Mercifully “Ananasi Crawlerling” returns no relevant hits on Google Image Search, unless you already know what you’re looking for, you can thank them later.)

Also… and, I’m actually serious here, don’t Google “Ananasi” if spiders make you uncomfortable.

Anyway, moving on to what he’ll tell them? That’s also going to be up to you. I don’t know what your character is likely to think is a good way to say, “no, really guys, I’m normal,” especially if he’s having go cough that up in the heat of the moment.

I don’t think Hallmark makes a card for, “I’m sorry I turned into a giant bloodthirsty abomination in front of you.” So, whatever he comes up with is probably going to be more than a little awkward unless he’s had a lot of practice.

Sorry, this all kind of boils down to, I don’t know your story, who your character is, or what you’re aiming for with your story. Those will all answer your questions, but it’s just information I don’t have.

-Starke

Unexpected Hungers || Open

He’s only been here two days, but it’s killing him. He’s so hungry, teeth biting into his lip, and he shook the bars to his cage, screaming. They tore into his neck, and then just left him here, in this stupid cage, waiting to be rescued.

He’d tried to get out, but he was weak during the day, could barely move. It left him shaky at night, unable to really do anything. He just wants out, doesn’t know that his captors have done to him, but /god/ he’s just so hungry…

Of Shadows and Sons

A/N: I can’t write smut without sadness, so I settled for this mess. [Rick x Michonne with a side of Carl and a whole lotta pain]

Also my first Richonne fic so let me know if I should keep writing for this pairing or quit for everyone’s sake :) Please forgive any typos. 

——————–

She’s not Lori.

It was a simple, factual statement that Rick had to remind himself of way too often. On the surface, there was no obvious reason to confuse this katana wielding one woman army for his homely high school sweetheart. 

Yet as Michonne expertly took down a mob of walkers without breaking sweat Rick had to continually remind himself.

She didn’t need protecting. He wasn’t her responsibility. She wasn’t Lori.

“Michonne!” Carl sprinted towards her as the last of the dispatched walkers fell to the ground. Rick noticed how Michonne had turned to do the same even before Carl had called out her name. She simply knew where his son was before Rick knew. She knew Carl’s exact positioning and she had methodically taken out all threats to the boy without losing sight of him.

Michonne had that warm but rare smile on her face as she finished subtly examining Carl for any injuries. Carl’s blue eyes did the same concerned dance, darting across her body but without drawing attention that fact for the sake of not looking worried in front of the person he looked up to the most. Rick did not miss that identical soft smile slowly appearing on his son’s face after the confirmation of Michonne’s safety. It was the hope of that feeling, of smiling that smile after seeing his son unharmed which kept Rick going after every encounter with the threats of this modern hell. 

But right now, it was on Michonne’s face. On Carl’s face. That look of love.

And for a second Rick no longer felt like a widower.

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Unexpected Hungers || Open

He’s only been here two days, but it’s killing him. He’s so hungry, teeth biting into his lip, and he shook the bars to his cage, screaming. They tore into his neck, and then just left him here, in this stupid cage, waiting to be rescued.

He’d tried to get out, but he was weak during the day, could barely move. It left him shaky at night, unable to really do anything. He just wants out, doesn’t know that his captors have done to him, but /god/ he’s just so hungry…