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My Recommended Neuroscience/Psychology Books!

I’m always asked for what books I recommend to learn more about the human brain and behaviour so I’ve collected my top 7 in this video! I hope you enjoy, and feel free to put any others in the comments. A bigger masterpost can also be found here.

Alec Lightwood: *has never been in a relationship* *doesn’t have any sexual experience* *finds out his first boyfriend has had lots of relationships and sexual experience* *feels insecure* *has a deep fear that he is always dissapointing everyone* *feels he is going to dissapoint the guy he likes so much* *asks his boyfriend’s about past relationships*

Shadowhunters fandom: “OMG Alec is so biphobic!“

Right… because you would never feel insecure if you were in his situation, because you have never asked you boyfriends/girlfriends about their past relationships… because Alec didn’t just say last episode it is not weird that Magnus still cares about his ex-gf and encouraged him to talk about his feelings… because you still haven’t seen the episode and don’t know what Alec’s reaction to Magnus’ past will be… because Alec has never made any negative comments about Magnus’ sexualty… because Alec is not asking about Magnus’ sexuality, he is asking about his past relationships is general… because Alec knows Magnus is bisesuxal and Alec is attracted to him… because this fandom always has to find something to bitch about…

A witch didn’t do things because they seemed a good idea at the time! That was practically cackling. You had to deal every day with people who were foolish and lazy and untruthful and downright unpleasant, and you could certainly end up thinking that the world would be considerably improved if you gave them a slap. But you didn’t because, as Miss Tick had once explained:
a) it would make the world a better place for only a very short time;
b) it would then make the world a slightly worse place; and
c) you’re not supposed to be as stupid as they are.
—  Terry Pratchett - Wintersmith

I love you on a Monday
When the world is too busy hating
When the office is too noisy preparing
My hearts does a somersault knowing you’ll be there waiting
And as I jump out of the car running late,
I love you in between adrenaline rates
I love you on a Monday date

I love you on a Tuesday
As I catch a glimpse of you working
On a requirement due an hour of submitting
I would walk up to you hoping
That you would look up noticing
That despite the colors from an artwork you’re painting
The static from my eyes are still more electrifying
Because yours do
And always will
I love you on a Tuesday

I love you on a Wednesday
When twenty minutes of break feels like seconds
When your smiles feel like weapons
And every word is a powerful opinion
That targets my heart in every direction
Every joke is a doorway
Every moment is on replay
Going home late was suddenly okay
I love you more on a Wednesday

I love you on a Thursday
When I ramble about books and comments
And you don’t care about my looks and nonsense
When you remind me of today’s contents
Of happiness, songs, movies, and events
I suddenly wish I have the power to prevent
The curtains from closing this extent
The hours ending from today,
Your hands on mine promising ‘someday’
And when we reach the finish line of today’s raceway,
Remember that I love you on a Thursday

I love you on a Friday
When everyone is busy planning their night
And me hoping everything is alright
As you walk towards my desk in sight,
As my heart beats faster when you meet the light
From the room’s window where I write
My heart elevates on every flight
Up there it goes beyond my height
But there you go,
You skipped my place
Moving your way towards a girl in lace
My heart fell as you embrace
“Where did I go wrong?” I asked the empty space
Still,
I love you on a Friday’s lonely night case

I love you on a Saturday
When I gracefully tell myself not to talk to you again
When I constantly remind myself I am not your gem
You messaged me then
Saying you had a great weekend
And I love you so much it hurts
The pain gets worse
As I grip tightly at the hem of my shirt
“I’m happy for you”, I silently blurt
Please don’t drift away
Please don’t be another soon-to-end holiday
Not another visitor on a railway
I love you so much on a Saturday

I love you on a Sunday
As you take her hand and introduce her
As my heart beats slow down and blur
When her eyes are what you prefer
And I am nothing as I infer
Only, I know better
That loving you wasn’t guaranteed to be an open airway
Nor was it just an easy hundred-word essay
It was meeting you halfway
It was shards of glass on the highway
It was sacrificing you away
It was already seeing dismay
Yet going for it anyways
I love you not only on the weekdays
Nor do I love you only on Saturdays and Sundays
For I love you and when I do,
I love you every day.

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Houston high school teacher and comic writer James Bretney under investigation for anti-Muslim tweets

  • A high school teacher in Houston, Texas, is in hot water for posting a series of anti-Muslim remarks online.
  • On Wednesday, Houston’s Fox 26 reported that the Houston Independent School District is currently investigating James Bretney, a ninth grade teacher at Sterling Aviation High School, after he confessed to making a series of Islamophobic tweets.
  • Some of those tweets included phrases like “I hate Islam” and “Embrace Islam and you embrace death.”
  • Bretney, who also is a comic book writer, tweeted those comments under the username of @lordetiberius. Several Twitter users have publicly made complaints about Bretney’s Islamophobia and harassment online. His account has been suspended from Twitter. Read more (3/16/17 11:41 AM)

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Rhysands Beast!!!!

I can’t wait for the last book because I’m secretly hoping we see Rhysands Beast form for the first time cuase ever time you think you will in a court of mist and fury he controls himself and you only see the talons, I’m in need of knowing how his full form looks am I the only one.

REBLOG IF YOU WANT RHYSAND BEAST FORM SHOWN IN THE LAST BOOK!!!

COMMENT HOW YOU IMAGINE IT WOULD LOOK LIKE!!

lgbt+ book recommendations

I often see people talking about how they would like to read more lgbt+ books/series but do not know where to find them. SO I’ve made this list to give people somewhere to start !

PLEASE NOTE; I’ve written which stories are #ownvoices that I know of, some of them that I didn’t mention may be - sometimes it is hard to know, especially since it’s not something all authors write in bio’s ect. :) Please forgive and correct if you know some are #ownvoices that I have not mentioned. 

f/f

  • counting to zero - a.j quinn (#ownvoices)
  • everything leads to you - nina lacour
  • of fire and stars - audrey coulthurst
  • not your sidekick - c.b lee (poc)
  • the long way to a small, angry planet - becky chambers (#ownvoices)
  • a closed and common orbit - becky chambers (#ownvoices)
  • ice massacre - tiana warner
  • axiom: the last hope - marie rachel pearcy (#ownvoices)
  • get it together, delilah ! - erin gough
  • empress of the world - sara ryan
  • the upside down of unrequited - becky albertalli
  • girls man up - m-e girard
  • tell me again how a crush should feel - sara farizan
  • juliet takes a breath - gabby rivera

m/m

  • the foxhole court - nora sakavic (also poc)
  • the raven cycle - maggie stiefvater
  • six of crows duology - leigh bardugo (also poc)
  • aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe - benjamin alire saez (ft. poc characters) (#ownvoices)
  • will grayson, will grayson - john green and david levithan (semi #ownvoices)
  • we are the ants - shaun david hutchinson (#ownvoices)
  • the five stages of andrew brawley - shaun david hutchinson (#ownvoices)
  • the mortal instruments - cassandra clare (also bi rep, poc)
  • the dark artifices - cassandra clare (also bi rep)
  • the love interest - cale dietrich
  • captive prince series - c.s pacat
  • the song of achilles - medeline miller
  • whatever. or how junior year became totally fucked - s.j goslee
  • grasshopper jungle - andrew smith
  • ill give you the sun - jandy nelson
  • simon vs the homosapiens agenda - becky albertalli
  • carry on - rainbow rowell
  • boy meets boy - david levithan (#ownvoices)
  • two boys kissing - david levithan (#ownvoices)
  • the perks of being a wallflower - stephen chbosky
  • the gone series - michael grant (also, lesbian character. However, both side characters (though major ones), and not explored until later books. both poc )

trans

  • a kind of justice - renee james (#ownvoices)
  • if i was your girl - meredith russo (#ownvoices)
  • the art of being normal - lisa williamson
  • george - alex gino (#ownvoices)
  • every heart a doorway - seanan mcguire (asexual character)
  • coffee boy - austin chant
  • when the moon was ours - anna-marie mclemore 
  • roller girl - vanessa north (also f/f couple)

bi

  • adaptation - malinda lo (#ownvoices)
  • ash - malinda lo (#ownvoices)
  • radio silence - alice oseman

other lgbt:

  • magnus chase and the gods of asgard - rick riordan (genderfluid character)
  • every heart a doorway - seanan mcguire (asexual character)
  • the long way to a small, angry planet - becky chambers (gender fluid and non-binary characters - NOTE: this is a space opera and features aliens who are non-binary/gender fluid not humans. however, the main character who is human is lgbt - this is a very socially aware book and I recommend it even if it’s non-human characters) 

FINAL NOTE: I have not read all these books and cannot comment on the representation in all of them, but I have only included books I’ve heard good reception about. 

feel free to add on !! or check my READING LIST for more

I feel the need to critically respond to this comment, because wow.

Alright. I don’t even care if they’re trolling or not, this is important. Let’s discuss this comment, because when people say stuff like ^^THIS^^ on that post, (and not many people do, you special snowflake), they have clearly missed the entire point.

I’m not going to explain what the post is. Just click here to see it.

Okay, so, I agree, that IS my way of writing a book, not everyone else’s. The purpose of the post was to show people who write books (and make art, in general), that they are not alone. That if they think the process is tedious and feels like it’s way harder and takes way longer than it should – that it’s like that for everyone who chooses this line of work. It is NOT easy in any way, shape or form (it can be extremely fun and rewarding though, and that’s part of the purpose of creating art, in my eyes. It should fulfill the artist in some way).

Next, what you see in that post is only a couple drafts of the book. I think…three printed drafts. I wrote fourteen drafts of Embassy. 14-3=11. I did 11 drafts on the computer, several of which were completed by beta readers, who also worked strictly on the computer. But I ALWAYS do a couple drafts by hand because it let’s me slow down and truly visualize what I’m doing, and it’s always for the largest edits I’ll do for any book I write. On top of the effectiveness of hand-edits, holding that fat stack of paper and showing it off to people and letting them physically see all the edits you’ve done at a moment’s notice is rewarding in itself. I give speeches at high schools, and I do book signings at Barnes & Noble, and I always bring a paper-edited draft with me, BECAUSE PEOPLE LOVE SEEING THAT SHIT IN PERSON. It makes the process real to them. It’s easy to just do it all on the computer, but when you have that manuscript in your hands and you can SEE the work you put into it, suddenly people realize that, yes, writing a book is not easy.

I did the same thing for the sequel, and I did the same thing for the third book in the series. I’ve been writing for 13 years, and in the last four years alone, I’ve spent nearly 3,000 hours PER YEAR (more time than I sleep) writing and editing books. And guess what? I’m going to do the same thing for every single book I ever write, because, like you said, that’s how *I* write my books.

I made the “Writing a book is so easy” post because it’s relatable to the thousands of other people who have ever written a book/made art/compose music/etc etc. It’s inspiring. It’s motivating. It’s challenging. Look through the comments and tags on reblogs and you’ll see how people have said how excited they are to reach this stage of the writing process, how they can’t wait to hold their books in their hands, how they themselves have gone through this process and thought maybe they were doing it wrong. Others have said it gave them way more respect for artists. Others have straight-up said “Nope. Nope. Nope.” And then others miss the entire point and feel the need to say unnecessary shit, such as what you said, and in one fell swoop, belittle all the time and effort hundreds-of-thousands of artists around the entire planet put into their creations.

You think I don’t know other people have their own ways of writing and editing? You think I don’t edit on the computer? You think your comment matters? It doesn’t, because you made a downright stupid attack on something totally and completely obvious.

The purpose of “Writing a book is so easy” is to give artists everywhere something to relate to, and to give non-artists everywhere a behind-the-scenes look at what part of the process looks like and more appreciation for the work we do. That’s it. That’s the purpose.

To inspire, motivate, and celebrate ARTISTS.

i want to give a shoutout to supportive fic readers!!! there are a lot of fics where i see some of the same people commenting and generally showering the writers with lov and posi vibes and support and just. big love to all of you. one of these days i’ll compile a list of all the usernames i see because y'all are such bright corners of this fandom and play a huge role in making writers feel more confident themselves. hugs

anonymous asked:

please don't put the beautiful, LGBT loving president next to the homophobic Brandon Sanderson's books

?????????

Older Ch 1

“Honestly I think he should’ve just said yes.” Emerson says while painting her toe nails black on her white bed.

Quickly I turn away from the book shelf I was looking at moments before to glare at her.

For the past 15 minutes we had been talking about this guy in our grade named Kyle. Kyle had been dating this girl named Sarah whose a year below us (Junior) for probably 5 years. Well just last Friday, the two of them were supposed to go to the movies but last minute Sarah canceled without a reason. Kyle got suspicious so he went over to her house. Long story short he walked in on Sarah and some random dude from another school making out. Today during lunch Sarah got in front of everyone and begged for his forgiveness. He of course said no and she ran out crying.

Emerson, my best friend, thinks since they have been dating for so long that something like this was bound to happen, so he should just get over it and take her back.

I of course disagree. Ever since we first met in the 1st grade, we always seem to disagree. And yet we still agree on a lot of things. For example, we like the same music and books.

“Lets just drop it.” I say plopping down on her bed and pause before continuing.

“Hows you and Landon.” I say picking at my nails.

Landon is Emerson’s I guess you could say boyfriend. Shes the type of girl that always has to have a boyfriend. I remember her first relationship was in the 3rd grade. I use the word “relationship” very loosely, well because it was third grade. But ever since then, she’ll date a guy for a couple weeks then drop him. Her longest relationship was 3 weeks I believe. Landon and Emerson have been dating for about 2 weeks so he has a week left before he’s dumped on the curb and shes onto the next.

Immediately she puts the polish down and turns to me with a wide grin.

“I know I’ve said this a million times but I think he might be the one!” she says clapping her hands together.

I get up from my back and sit criss cross in front of her.

“Hm lets see, you said Bryan was the one then Henry, Joe, Cole, Gabe, and now Landon, I don’t believe you know what the “one” feels like.” I say giving her a playful smile.

“Hey! I do too and it’s real this time!” She says laughing while giving my shoulder a shove.

“Plus you’ve never even had a boyfriend so you have no room to talk.” Emerson continues.

“It doesn’t matter that I’ve never had a boyfriend, you know someones the one when you get butterfly’s when your around them, or they could be talking about how they need to do the laundry and you look at them like they just created the sun, and you just feel it.”

Emerson laughs.

“Alora, you have read one to many romance novels and watched one too many chick flicks! Butterfly’s aren’t real!” She says throwing her head back and laughing even louder.

I take a pillow out from behind me and throw it at her head. It hits her but only causes her to laugh more. Soon I start to laugh and then we both can’t stop.

After a few more minutes of dying of laughter we calm down.

“You know I’m right, now its 2:00 in the morning, I’ve got work in the morning lets go to bed.” I say wiping the tears from my eyes.

“Ok, daddy.” Emerson says with a wink.

I just roll my eyes and get ready for bed.

Last year we were in math class and our teacher was named Mr. Reynolds. He was probably in his late 20s and was so hot. For fun Emerson and I would call him daddy between classes and when he wasn’t around. Well one day I wasn’t paying any attention and Mr. Reynolds called on me but I thought for some reason it was Emerson and said “Yes, daddy?” I was so embarrassed and Emerson hasn’t let me live it down since.

“Goodnight.” Emerson says turning off the the bedside lamp.

I mumble a goodnight and close my eyes.

Tomorrow is Saturday so that means I work from 10:30-2:30 at “Mikes Records”. It’s been my favorite record store since I was little so as soon as I turned 16, I applied for the job. I’m 17 now so I haven’t been working there for a long time but it’s felt like forever. On weekdays since I don’t do any extra curricular activities I just head to work and work until 5:30.

*Next Morning*

“Girls wake up! I made pancakes!” Emerson’s mom Karen says sticking her head in the door before turning around to head back to the kitchen.

Karen was the type of mom that deserved to be on a reality TV show or at least be on TV. She always was dressed up and had a full face of makeup on 24/7. I’ve only seen her without makeup maybe a handful of times. Food was always on the table and not just Eggo’s and Sunny D. Every morning shed make eggs, pancakes, bacon, etc and freshly squeezed orange juice. She seemed like a great mom but she was with a new guy every night. Also she had a nasty habit of gossiping about everyone and everything with her snobby rich friends.

A good idea of who she acts like is Regina Georges mom from Mean Girls. She’s more of a friend than a mom.

I rolled out of bed stretching my arms above my head and let out a loud yawn.

“Alora shut up I’m sleeping.” Emerson mumbles still half asleep.

“Emerson get your fat butt up we gotta grab coffee before work.” I say grabbing my phone to text my mom that I’m up getting ready.

Every time I go to Emerson’s house and stay over night, my mom makes me check in all the time. She’s very protective. Well over protective. I guess you could say I’m a goody goody. Every year I have straight A’s, never get in trouble by any one, never been to a party, anything. I haven’t even kissed a boy yet or been on a date.

I grab my clothes and get dressed. I decided to wear a big Led Zeppelin shirt with light blue skinny jeans and white shoes.

Quickly I pull my hair up into a pony tail and grab my makeup bag and head to the bathroom. Well it’s not really a makeup bag because it only consists of 5 things. Eye lash curler, mascara, concealer, bronzer, and a brush.

I finish getting ready as Emerson is just getting up.

After 20 minutes of waiting around she’s finally ready so we head to leave. There’s literally a feast on the table so I feel bad not eating anything so I grab a piece of bacon and we head to Emerson’s car.

I have a car but I’m only allowed to drive it to school and work. But since I stayed the night at Emerson’s, my mom wont let me drive it.

The car ride to the coffee shop was pretty quiet due to Emerson being “dead” until 9 and it was 8:10. Her words not mine.

Finally we pulled up around 8:25.

Coffee shops were always my favorite places.I could spend hours in one and never get bored. Starbucks was okay but I preferred little coffee shops that weren’t well known and felt like you were walking into some indie music video. The building was all brick and had a huge window with 3 tables in front of it. When you walk in you smell coffee beans and hear soft music.

Emerson and I head to our usual table by the big window.

She reaches into her bag and pulls out her laptop. More than likely to work on all the homework that she never does during the week. I set my stuff down and go grab our coffees that were already made by the owner Mrs. Claire.

Since we had been coming here ever since we were young we became best friends with the owner who’s a sweet old lady probably in her 70s.

“Here you go Missy.” Mrs. Claire said smiling handing over the 2 cups.

“Thank you, how are you this morning?” I ask.

We chat for a few more moments before I head back to our table and start reading my book “The Book Thief” I’ve only just started but so far so good.

Soon it turned into 10.

“Hey girl I’m gonna go ahead and leave. Landon wants to meet at that donut shop then go shopping. I’ll be back to pick you up when you’re shift ends.” Emerson says packing up.

We said our goodbyes and I moved to the table directly in front of the big window. I sat on the side of the table directly beside the front door with the cover of my book facing the window.

There was only a hand full of people besides me in the coffee shop today. An older couple who are both reading the newspaper, some girl that seemed the be in college with papers all over the table, and Mrs. Claire.

Deep into my book I faintly hear the door chime indicating someone came in. I just ignored it and kept reading my book.

Suddenly I hear the chair in front of me screech causing me to jump.

“M’sorry love didn’t mean to startle yeh.” Says a tall man dressed in black jeans, boots, and a white t-shirt. His brown hair was pulled into a bun and black sun glasses were hooked on his t-shirt. To be completely honest he smelled quiet nice.He had tattoos all over his arms. Plus he had a accent, maybe Australian? No no it was British. He was British.

“No your good, sorry I was just reading and not paying attention.” I say blushing.

Damn cute boys. Why do I always have to be so nervous around them?

“Yeah I saw you from outside readin’ that book, It’s a great book isn’t it?” The handsome stranger said while leaning forward on his elbows pointing to my book.

“Well I’m not that far in yet, but so far I really like it. I’m guessing you’ve read it before?” I ask but mentally slap myself in the face. Of course he has read it Alora, he just said It’s a great book, why would he say a book he’s never read was a great book? Idiot.

He chuckles the most beautiful chuckle I’ve ever heard before he speaks.

“I’ve actually read it a couple times over the years. I’m Harry by the way.” He says sticking his hand out to shake.

Quickly I take his hand and shake it. Immediately I feel tingles. I guess he felt them too because we both let go super fast and awkwardly laugh.

“I’m Alora.” I say with a light smile.

“What a beautiful name, what brings you here?” Harry asks looking at me intently. Crap was there something on my face? Just calm down Alora.

“Usually every Saturday my friend Emerson and I come have coffee before I work next door.” I say trying to stay calm under his gaze.

Should I be giving all this info to a complete stranger? No probably not, he could be a murderer for all I know. But he’s so hot. Ugh I’m not thinking straight.

“Mikes Records? I love that place, when I moved here from Holmes Chapel a few years back, he was the first person I met. Haven’t been to see him in a bit, now I have a reason to come.” He says with a smirk.

I’m sure I turned as red as a tomato and looked down at the table with a small smile on my lips.

“Well I’m gonna be late if I don’t go now, but I hope to see you around Alora.” He says standing up smiling at me.

“It was nice to meet you Harry.” I say smiling.

We both say say bye and he goes to get his coffee. Before he leaves he winks at me then leaves.

Deep breaths Alora, deep breaths.

I just talked to the hottest guy of my life. Plus he reads and dresses good! And his smell! The tingles!!

I look at Mrs.Claire who is already looking at me with a big smirk on her face.

Loudly I say “I think I peed myself.” causing people to look at me weird but Mrs. Claire just laughed.

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So I really want to write a book and got the idea randomly. Also this is just fiction so I don’t necessarily support illegal dating. This is about Harry Styles but he isn’t famous in my book.

Don’t forget to like and if you have any helpful suggestions, let me know!! Thanks!

FOLLOW SPREE

Looking for some more blogs to follow! I only post about SJM books only, but i follow blogs about:
-SJM books
-The 100
-Raven Cycle
-Alex Bracken (Passenger/The Darkest Minds series)
-Leigh Bardugo (Six of Crows)
-pretty much book lover blogs!

reblog and I’ll follow you!
(I ALSO WOULD LOVE SOME BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS, COMMENT BELOW)