anonymous asked:

I don't want to seem like an idiot, but when did exactly Eric and Dylan start planning for "NBK"? I know it was after the van accident, but do you know the exact month? As always, thanks!

The window is February to April of ‘98 when the two both thought about it individually and wrote about “going NBK” in their journals. February was a particularly rough month for Dylan as he got into a few bumpy scraps with the police - freshly after the van theft arrest. He got two driving tickets - one of them was written up by Officer Walsh, the dude that booked both Eric and Dylan for the van theft arrest. He also got suspended in school for defacing a freshman jock’s locker in retaliation for being harassed. Anyway, Dylan was mulling over going NBK with someone in February and Eric mentions that NBK is something he will be doing by April in his journal. I’d say that March of ‘98 is when they connected on this together and had a meeting of the minds. This is when the two had been paraded before a judge in court and then were indoctrinated into the Diversion Program. It was a major humiliation for both of them and they were under close watch by their parents. So, their two man war against everyone else with ultimate revenge and payback was definitely on their minds in spring '98 - 14 months from April 20th. The cops would’ve been at the top of their list of revenge along with certain individuals in school. Playing up the facade of obedient teenage boys who kept their nose to the grind, jumped through all the right hoops and pretended to be reformed by the law would be sweet revenge. On the holy morning of NBK, they’d catch the cops off guard and would be having the last laugh as to who had really been in charge all along before ending it all with a big ADIOS FUCK YOU!

werewolfmalfoy  asked:

hi! i saw you reblogging your "we were gods" posts and was wondering if it exists somewhere where i could read it? because everything about it sounds amazing and i'm sooooo interested

We were Gods was a fanfic project I started two years ago. It was the prototype for both of my books Sunblind and the sequel Sunchoked, as well as the upcoming book A Hundred Forevers. All of these are set in the same universe that I call the We Were Gods Universe. Sunblind can be bought here: and a limited quantity of printed copies will be available when I publish the sequel. A Hundred Forevers will still take some time. There will also be a lot of excerpts about other Gods in Fragments and The Lost Archive, both projects that will feature a large part of the We were Gods series.

anonymous asked:

im writing my dissertation on the virgin suicides (both the book and the movie)

Oh that’s awesome! I wanted to study it in English but I didn’t really fit our topic :-( I’d honestly love to read if when it’s finished, if you don’t mind sharing!? x

  • Quentin: wow the stars are beautiful tonight
  • Eliot: yeah they are
  • Quentin: you know who else is beautiful though?
  • Eliot: *blushes* who
  • Quentin: Fillory.

ok but hear me out. the amount of strength percy’s arms have is enormous considering the fact that he could hold both HIS and ANNABETH’S weight with ONE HAND.,….,,, what I mean with this is that percy is ripped as fuck

wow the only two canon couples on the show right now are malec and lucelyn, two amazing healthy interracial relationships, built on trust and support and being there for each other and not giving up on each other no matter what happens. cassandra clare is shaking.

From the Other Side of the Signing Table

“I don’t know what to say to you,” the girl said. “Um, thanks, I guess.”

“Thanks is good,” I replied.

Silence stretched, punctuated only by the scuffle of a Sharpie on a page.

We were in the same boat, the girl and I — both at a book festival, both at the end of a long day full of people, both in a signing line that had been going on for an hour already. There was only one big difference between us: she was on one side of the table, and I was on the other. Sometimes that difference seems to matter more than others.

Before I was published, I read a lot of accounts of what it was like to have your work out there, but I never read anything about what it was like to have yourself out there. I suppose I never really thought about it, to tell you the truth. I thought you wrote a book and hopefully people liked it and if I thought about book tours at all, I figured they involved standing on a stage for a bit before disappearing into a rental car. The truth, however, is that now — ten years and fifteen novels in to my career — most of my hours in front of people are spent in a signing line. Forty minutes on a stage or behind a table for a panel, and then two or three hours meeting a few hundred strangers. I had no idea what it would be like.

This is what it’s like.

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kuwei yul-bo

  • let’s talk about how this KID….
  • who was captured and forced to be a prisoner in a foreign place. 
  • who had no idea what the hell he was doing, spent his days locked up trying to recreate a drug that he had never created in the first place. 
  • a drug that his father, who he probably didn’t even get a chance to grieve, made for him. 
  • do you think he ever felt guilty that the drug originated as a way to protect him and conceal his power?? bc i do. his father made a mistake and instead gave him a death sentence. kuwei knew no matter what he did it wouldn’t be a happy ending. 
    • if he succeeded making the drug he would be expendable, but also people were dying bc of it and many more would if he replicated it. the amount of stress this knowledge must have caused him omg. 
  • he stalled as long as he could and pretty much accepted that someone would eventually come to kill him. 
  • he didn’t even flinch when nina looked like she was going to do it. and that’s heartbreaking. imagine him sitting there with his journals just waiting for death bc he didn’t know what else to do.
  • he delivered one of the saddest lines in CK when he was asked what he was good at and he replied “i never had a chance to find out.” bc think about it…this teenager probably had no idea who he was yet and thought he’d never live to see the day he’d find out. not even when those murder nerds swooped in and saved him.
  • they probably seemed so…different from him?? sure they were around his age but each of them had a strong sense of identity and they had each other, and that was way more than he had. imagine him trying to piece bits of himself together based on who they were
  • and he still didn’t know if he could trust them, but once again he had no choice but to??? his fate was in someone else’s hands again. bc they were just kids too so why couldn’t be tough like kaz, smart like wylan, etc etc.
  • also think about how he could hardly understand them and they weren’t even always on the same page as each other, yet he had to depend on them wow???
  • plus his crush on jesper might have been him discovering his sexuality. we don’t know?? imagine the whirlwind it must’ve been for him to finally feel safe to figure himself out and develop attachment to things 
    • drawing, boys, pranks, whatever idk
  • he just wanted to be free and validated and get a ship to ravka. 
  • and he knew something could go wrong and he could be handed over to someone else and forced to make parem, so when he saw that window of opportunity to finally kiss the cute sharpshooter, he took it!!
    • it was his one shot!!! and that was i c o n i c
  • nina’s perspective captured him perfectly. “a boy not much younger than she was, caught up in a war he hadn’t chosen for himself. a survivor.” 
  • she and matthias determined kuwei was just a kid and one of them and y’all still leave him out………okay.

Harry watched, fascinated, as Fred pulled a slip of parchment out of his pocket bearing the words Fred Weasley - Hogwarts. Fred walked right up to the edge of the line and stood there, rocking on his toes like a diver preparing for a fifty-foot drop. Then, with the eyes of every person in the entrance hall upon him, he took a great breath and stepped over the line.

For a split second Harry thought it had worked - George certainly thought so, for he let out a yell of triumph and leapt after Fred - but next moment, there was a loud sizzling sound, and both twins were hurled out of the golden circle as though they had been thrown by an invisible shot-putter. They landed painfully, ten feet away on the cold stone floor, and to add insult to injury, there was a loud popping noise, and both of them sprouted identical long white beards.