When I was nine, possibly ten, an author came to our school to talk about writing. His name was Hugh Scott, and I doubt he’s known outside of Scotland. And even then I haven’t seen him on many shelves in recent years in Scotland either. But he wrote wonderfully creepy children’s stories, where the supernatural was scary, but it was the mundane that was truly terrifying. At least to little ten year old me. It was Scooby Doo meets Paranormal Activity with a bonny braw Scottish-ness to it that I’d never experienced before.

I remember him as a gangling man with a wiry beard that made him look older than he probably was, and he carried a leather bag filled with paper. He had a pen too that was shaped like a carrot, and he used it to scribble down notes between answering our (frankly disinterested) questions. We had no idea who he was you see, no one had made an effort to introduce us to his books. We were simply told one morning, ‘class 1b, there is an author here to talk to you about writing’, and this you see was our introduction to creative writing. We’d surpassed finger painting and macaroni collages. It was time to attempt Words That Were Untrue.

You could tell from the look on Mrs M’s face she thought it was a waste of time. I remember her sitting off to one side marking papers while this tall man sat down on our ridiculously short chairs, and tried to talk to us about what it meant to tell a story. She wasn’t big on telling stories, Mrs M. She was also one of the teachers who used to take my books away from me because they were “too complicated” for me, despite the fact that I was reading them with both interest and ease. When dad found out he hit the roof. It’s the one and only time he ever showed up to the school when it wasn’t parents night or the school play. After that she just left me alone, but she made it clear to my parents that she resented the fact that a ten year old used words like ‘ubiquitous’ in their essays. Presumably because she had to look it up.

Anyway, Mr Scott, was doing his best to talk to us while Mrs M made scoffing noises from her corner every so often, and you could just tell he was deflating faster than a bouncy castle at a knife sharpening party, so when he asked if any of us had any further questions and no one put their hand up I felt awful. I knew this was not only insulting but also humiliating, even if we were only little children. So I did the only thing I could think of, put my hand up and said “Why do you write?”

I’d always read about characters blinking owlishly, but I’d never actually seen it before. But that’s what he did, peering down at me from behind his wire rim spectacles and dragging tired fingers through his curly beard. I don’t think he expected anyone to ask why he wrote stories. What he wrote about, and where he got his ideas from maybe, and certainly why he wrote about ghosts and other creepy things, but probably not why do you write. And I think he thought perhaps he could have got away with “because it’s fun, and learning is fun, right kids?!”, but part of me will always remember the way the world shifted ever so slightly as it does when something important is about to happen, and this tall streak of a man looked down at me, narrowed his eyes in an assessing manner and said, “Because people told me not to, and words are important.”

I nodded, very seriously in the way children do, and knew this to be a truth. In my limited experience at that point, I knew certain people (with a sidelong glance to Mrs M who was in turn looking at me as though she’d just known it’d be me that type of question) didn’t like fiction. At least certain types of fiction. I knew for instance that Mrs M liked to read Pride and Prejudice on her lunch break but only because it was sensible fiction, about people that could conceivably be real. The idea that one could not relate to a character simply because they had pointy ears or a jet pack had never occurred to me, and the fact that it’s now twenty years later and people are still arguing about the validity of genre fiction is beyond me, but right there in that little moment, I knew something important had just transpired, with my teacher glaring at me, and this man who told stories to live beginning to smile. After that the audience turned into a two person conversation, with gradually more and more of my classmates joining in because suddenly it was fun. Mrs M was pissed and this bedraggled looking man who might have been Santa after some serious dieting, was starting to enjoy himself. As it turned out we had all of his books in our tiny corner library, and in the words of my friend Andrew “hey there’s a giant spider fighting a ghost on this cover! neat!” and the presentation devolved into chaos as we all began reading different books at once and asking questions about each one. “Does she live?”— “What about the talking trees” —“is the ghost evil?” —“can I go to the bathroom, Miss?” —“Wow neat, more spiders!”

After that we were supposed to sit down, quietly (glare glare) and write a short story to show what we had learned from listening to Mr Scott. I wont pretend I wrote anything remotely good, I was ten and all I could come up with was a story about a magic carrot that made you see words in the dark, but Mr Scott seemed to like it. In fact he seemed to like all of them, probably because they were done with such vibrant enthusiasm in defiance of the people who didn’t want us to.

The following year, when I’d moved into Mrs H’s class—the kind of woman that didn’t take away books from children who loved to read and let them write nonsense in the back of their journals provided they got all their work done—a letter arrived to the school, carefully wedged between several copies of a book which was unheard of at the time, by a new author known as J.K. Rowling. Mrs H remarked that it was strange that an author would send copies of books that weren’t even his to a school, but I knew why he’d done it. I knew before Mrs H even read the letter.

Because words are important. Words are magical. They’re powerful. And that power ought to be shared. There’s no petty rivalry between story tellers, although there’s plenty who try to insinuate it. There’s plenty who try to say some words are more valuable than others, that somehow their meaning is more important because of when it was written and by whom. Those are the same people who laud Shakespeare from the heavens but refuse to acknowledge that the quote “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them“ is a dick joke.

And although Mr Scott seems to have faded from public literary consumption, I still think about him. I think about his stories, I think about how he recommended another author and sent copies of her books because he knew our school was a puritan shithole that fought against the Wrong Type of Wordes and would never buy them into the library otherwise. But mostly I think about how he looked at a ten year old like an equal and told her words and important, and people will try to keep you from writing them—so write them anyway.


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Whenever people tell me about my… presence here on tumblr, they almost overwhelmingly bring up this decades old drawing, which, yeah, I love trans Dave too, but for the love of god, take this new version instead.


For the second week of Inktober i made this little recipe comic. It’s proper pie season now afterall! All the pages are drawn in my sketchbook (in the spirit of inktober) but i figured i’d give ‘em a little extra lovin’.

I usually make the crusts at least a day in advance of when i plan to use them, buuuuut i got ahead of myself making this comic. The bottom of page 3 reflects my own poor comic planning. So feel free to skip ahead and do the crusts first (i would recommend this)!

The amounts for the filling are a good guideline, but feel free to experiment! The crust recipe (which is a slightly modified version of this one here) yields enough dough for two really large crusts, but you can totally freeze the extra and use it later! If i recall, the filling amounts are good for one good-sized pie.

[EDIT] On page 3, the last alt ingredient under the little asterisk should say “creme fraiche” (cue the South Park jokes). This is why proof-reading is IMPORTANT, children! Any of these three dairy products will give you the same effect; just a little extra richness and flavor in your crust! I like greek yogurt personally because the crust doesn’t need a lot, and i know i’ll eat the leftovers before they go bad :)

[EDIT 2] GOOD LORDY i didn’t include an amount for the butter! Like… the most important part of the crust! 1 cup of butter in that crust, you guys. Jeez, Treiman, get it together….

Fun fact: One time i was out of eggs for the filling, so i substituted olive oil and a bit of flour and it still tasted good! I haven’t tried going eggless for the crust, but i’m sure there are good recipes out there.

Happy baking!


i was rewatching rwby when i stumbled upon this scene and decided to redraw it because i am voltron tra sh

this has probably already been done too whoops



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The future new fans of Gravity Falls will never be able to watch the show like we did, and that’s just heartbreaking.

I’m not talking about having to wait for the episodes. That definitely sucked.

I’m talking about the fandom getting a leaked image of the “author of the journals,” thinking we were completely spoiled… only to find out it was Alex trolling us the entire time.

I’m talking about the searchfortheblindeye

The Bill AMA

The countdown

Of course, future fans can go back and look at these things, and read about them, but it’s not the same. Most people will probably finish the show first and then learn about these extra things on Wikipedia. That’s fine, but it’s not half as exciting, and tear-your-hair-out-frustrating, as the adventure we had.

Plus, it’s hard to just watch the show and figure out the mysteries on your own. The solutions came from conversations between fans; comparing notes and theories together. Who is the llama symbol? Could Wendy possibly be the bag of ice? There is always ice when she’s around…

Look at what happens when I play this backwards…

You know, I think Stan might have a twin brother…

I’m not saying the show can’t be enjoyed without having the entire internet to theorize with you, but it definitely made it all the more exciting. More than that, it made the show feel real.

We were alongside Dipper and Mabel, putting the pieces together just as they were.

Alex and the crew did so much to bring the show to life. Bill took over his twitter. There were those videos about Stan getting questioned by the government right before that big episode. The statue that has still yet to be found… and so many more.

I’m not trying to sound hipster and say we enjoyed it first so we’re better or anything dumb like that. I’m not saying there is a wrong way to enjoy the show. I’m just saying that the experience we had together as a fandom will never be had again by anyone.

I feel really lucky that I found the show when I did and I’m grateful for everything Alex and the crew did to include us.

Bottom line:

We didn’t just watch a mystery show. Together, we solved a mystery show.

May BPC // Day 31 - Read This Month //

The Diviners by Libba Bray

Between the Notes by Sharon Huss Roat

Baygirl by Heather Smith

The Last Time We Say Goodbye by Cynthia Hand

When We Wake by Karen Healey

Phil’s Livestream // 9.25.16

He’s wearing a new Pokemon shirt that he got from Pokemon

Also wearing some unwashed bed hair

He had a sore tonsil and neck this week

New gaming video

He likes more than

Dan vs Phil will probably be up tomorrow

Happy autumn 

He called Albert Simon smh phake

Albert cam

Albert is actually an Alberta 

He’s hatching more triops to see if he can bread Albert(a)

Happy birthday to Dil

Top fans got to spend some time with Alberta

He ships Aang and Katara from Avatar (which he finished)

He gives Avatar a 5/5

They may just film a bunch of Undertale at once and then possibly release all of the rest in the same week 

Spooky week will happen

Homesick advice with Phil

*in a Gollum voice* “my precious”

Between Death Note and Your Lie In April he would chose Death Note but Dan would definitely choose Your Lie In April

He washes his hair every day

They went to a nice buffet in Dubai 

He dabbed #pro

He often burns himself with his hair straightener

They started Food Wars again today

They just got their SITC book of the year award trophy

There will be 2 trailers coming out of Wednesday, one on each of their channels

(The one of Dan’s channel was a teaser trailer)

Every marriage proposal is a yes today

Carly the Calf

His favorite thing about his face are his eyes

He got an entire box of Moofias (he opened one)

They just got the final cover for DAPGO (it has fancy letters) #promo

“It’s like the uneditied version of Phil! *jump* that was a jump cut *jump* that was another jump cut”

PINOF8 will be in November 

He found Bath and Body Works candles on Ebay so he finally has those fall scents (leaves, pumpkin pecan waffle, and a Halloween candle)

The candles are so strong his neighbor asked about the smell 

He would never get chickens in case you were wondering 

He doesn’t know what they’re doing for dinner tonight yet 

He wanted a minimal twitter so he deleted his bio and header

There may be a new header arriving with the trailer on Wednesday?

He thinks he would definitely be a water bender

He dreamt he was an air bender and he had to keep a troll out of their house

They finished the calendar shoot and did the shoot for the advent calendar 

The new houseplant is settling in 

He got 3 stars on every track up to 150 cc on Mario Kart and now he’s doing mirror mode

“No don’t leave I’ll give you some revision”

He’s going to watch Stranger Things next

AHS is confusing him 

He’s not wearing socks

He listened to the cancer cover and he thought it was good

He hasn’t taken the Patronus quiz yet (also he’s a Hufflepuff btw)

He needs something else to get addicted to because he’s kind of over Pokemon Go 

“This is far more educational than a chemistry lesson”


“I’ve had fun… I hope you’re doing well”

“I hope you’ve had a nice time. Goooodbye.”

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SHADOWHUNTERS MEME [6/8] Favorite Relationships/Dynamics

 Clary and Isabelle

You’re not on your own, Clary. You’re part of us now.