break is gonna end in less than a week so i might as well start making stuff

How Sony deals with fandoms

I’ve been to an international in-house PR summit hosted by one of my clients this week and nearly fell off my chair when one of the guest speakers was a VERY important person from Sony Music Entertainment. Let’s call him John. I won’t disclose his function and real name because I don’t want to reveal where I was, but based on his title he definitely knows what he‘s saying and has a lot of industry experience.

His speech was mainly  about how to engage with a variety of different target audiences. Of bloody course one of the first slides he showed was a picture of 1D engaging with fans which was supposed to drive the point home that there are some audiences who are more passionate about a brand than others.He mentioned then that he’s worked with 1D on their albums which drove me into a bit of a freeze.

Because I’m embarrassing, I recorded parts of his speech on my phone and wrote the most important things down to share some interesting insights he gave about how Sony manages their artists’ target audiences, crafts their artists’ social media actions and deals with the fact that at the end of the day they always need to get people to buy music.



According to John, they have their very own data-driven digital tool that helps them identify and manage different target groups for an artist (it’s not perfected yet but has been rolled out a lot of countries, I think he said 50?) and see where there might be connections to other artists, who the influencers are, what the specific target groups are or will be interested in and to identify collaboration opportunities.

Target groups are being split into four categories: Fanatics, enthusiasts, casuals, indifferents. These segments are being broken down into even smaller groups defined by age, genre preference, gender and country. They found that the older you get, the less likely you’ll be a fanatic or enthusiast.

How does Sony find this stuff out? Well, they survey polled music audiences of every age in a way that covers either nationally representatives or represent one of the major top tier cities. People shared their music preferences, consumption habits, lifestyle, media habits etc. Sony gathered all that information, analysed the insights and created their own audience understanding tool.

According to John, that way everyone at Sony has access to an interactive map of the world of Sony that looks into segmentations and audiences for every artist while being searchable in a number of different ways. The tool is pulling from real data, but they are also adding to that „with things like analytics of platforms like Spotify where we are able to gather lots of informations about user behaviours and reference that against things that we do“.



John gave the example of Snoop Doggy Dog who had launched a new album (song? Idk) around that time: „There was a week-long debate in parliament around the legalization of Marihuana, so we just jumped on this conversation and did lots of social marketing around Snoop with his rolling papers and his spliffs… so maybe that’s bad taste, I’ll allow you to judge that for yourselves. The point is though that you are also marketing into a wider cultural context. [You need] an understanding how that works and where you can have a conversation that is seamless and not fake, genuineness is quite important.

“The way you can get people to connect is: You’ve got a lot of stuff that you want to say. Start under the assumption that people actually don’t give a shit about 95 percent of it. And then see which are the bits that might overlap. This is where the understanding of the audience really comes into its own. It forces us to think before we jump to execution. The quest for relevance is vitally important.”

Why are people to connect with a brand/band though? John thinks this is one of the most underused questions when planning an approach. Why is it that they do specific things? He gave an example: „We would normally take a record to radio because we always believe that radio is the thing that breaks the record. But if my core audience, my phase one audience – the people that are gonna give that band its first lift – are on Spotify, what am I doing on radio??“


„The thing is that you don’t start with a conversation around a product. The consumption of the product is the end point of a journey where you built an engagement and a fan. So again, for us that means that when we sit down and do our plan around our next Robbie Williams album, we start with „How are we gonna maximize the engagement around Robbie Williams“? because that will then sell us albums. Not „Okay, we’ll be releasing in a week in November, eight weeks out we need to be here, here and here“. So we’re not doing product launches anymore unless [it is suitable for the target demographic]. We have to built a tension and an engagement around an artist.“



„We run most of our artists social media channels or at least their official  pages, so we are involved in all of those conversations.“

Shocking, I know.

Based on the situation we face in this fandom,with this band, feel free to draw your own conclusions about what this information means.


1.       It’s not news at all, but the existence of their own audience understandig tool confirms it: the 1D fandom is being monitored, segmented and analyzed. Sony’s strategies are tightly tied to that fact. Collaborations or artist interactions such as Louis/James Arthur or One Direction/ Little Mix are most likely the result of a data-driven analysis of whose fan groups are similar and whose are likely to be open towards that particular other artist too.

2.       Again no news, but the example of Snoop Doggy Dog shows that there are strategies behind even the most random photos. Often placements of specific pictures or stories serve a wider purpose. Hello pap walks, hello b**ygate, hello Louis Twitter, hello Liam visibly being linked to L.A.‘s cool singer/songwriter crowd before his first album drop.  

3.       The decision to not promote Louis‘ song could very well have been a logical outcome of the team asking themselves the question „Why?“: Why should we promote his song with huge effort when we KNOW his own fans are going to do it passionately, especially if they think  we don’t give a shit? Why not playing that game in order to make them promo it the hardest way they can?“ Why indeed??

4.       One Direction is a huge deal for Sony. John was talking about a lot of bands during his speech but whenever he was talking about major acts, he always listed One Direction amongst them (along with gems like Beyonce, David Bowie, Adele). He name-dropped them at least 5 -6 times in a 60 minute speech. He really didn’t have to because the audience was in no way whatsoever a target audience. So yes, they clearly have been and are a very huge deal for them.

5.       The part about social media? Well :))))))

prince in training

~3k, rated T

Sterek ficlet inspired by this: “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au

This is kind of Princess-Diaries-ish. I know that’s been done before in this fandom (and thank god it has—it’s awesome), but I couldn’t help myself. Yay for self-indulgence!


Stiles thought the most annoying thing about suddenly being a royal heir to a small eastern European kingdom he’s never heard of would be the hyper-aggressive paparazzi, but he was dead wrong.

The most annoying thing is actually Derek Hale, the guy Stiles’ grandmother hired to teach Stiles how not to screw this up.

“Princes don’t chew with their mouths open, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t shove an entire fistful of curly fries in their mouths, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t wear pink-and-green plaid shirts from Target, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t slouch.”

They don’t slump, either, or yawn or sneeze or cough in public, or fist-pump, or drive beat-up old blue Jeeps, or wear bright colors, or rock out to the radio, or do anything fun.

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Overwatch fic: The catdads and that time they met up with McCree after the Fall.

Remember when I said I was writing this, a year and a day ago?  No warnings.  The cut is just for length.
Jesse’s clients showed him the documentation on his targets before he took the job, and it’s pretty clear he’s after a real pair of desperadoes.  These two have left a trail of bodies, theft, and occasional devastation in their wake from one hemisphere to the other, and he reckons it’s about time someone put a stop to it.

When they nail him in an ambush, he realizes that someone’ll have to be someone else.

His arms get pinned from behind by a grip that feels like a bear’s, claws and all.  The other one drops down in front of him from an awning three stories up and then uncoils from his crouch like he’s made of shock absorbers.  “Jesse McCree,” that one says in a low growl of a voice.  Grand, being recognized always goes so well for him. “You look like a werewolf, kid.”

The man holding him laughs.  It sounds beyond rough, almost inhuman, and kinda smug.  Jesse knows it well.  He’s heard that insult more than a few times, too.

“Well, damn,” he says faintly as the shock sets in.  

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Chapter VI | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Wonderwall by Ryan Adams (cover)

Instagrams are here - (none for this chapter because the app is being a dick)

Word Count - 4250…ish

“Just gotta be safe, love,” he whispered.

“My protector,” she said back into his ear and a shiver ran down his spine.

He manoeuvred them until she was lying flat on the bed and he could straddle her thighs and view her perfect body from above, and leaned down to kiss her lips once again. Her hands ruffled through his hair as he abandoned her lips to find her jaw, nipping at her and his hands lingered at her neck, tickling, until he moved further down and found a perfect spot to suck on to.

Her breath hitched at his teeth on her neck, a slight moan coming from her mouth and her grip on his hair tightening until he pulled away wishing the small bruise would appear that second to mark her as his.

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anonymous asked:

I can't wait for Dean to enter the amnesia phase! Dean and Cas formed a strangely intense relationship from the beginning and I wonder how Sam's gonna describe Cas.

Aaaah it’s now almost certain that that line from the last Shaving People Punting Things promo was from 12x11 - the “my name is Dean Winchester, blah blah Sam and Mary, a-and Cas- Castiel is my *wibble* best friend” line that nearly killed us all even completely out of context. Since there was 2 episodes between us and it I was trying not to get too excited I was trying not to pin my hopes on it being exactly what it sounded, but without rewatching the promo I think 12x11 may be the only episode left in it that we’ve yet to see stuff from. It’s also always kinda been the logical episode to have Dean reminding himself of who his nearest and dearest are but there you go, this is my 3rd year of watching with fandom, I’ve learned not to trust promos as far as I can throw them :P

There’s this post from last night squeeing about the line here:

And now I’m just enjoying the detail that Sam will almost certainly be responsible both times for using the word “friend” to describe Benjamin & his vessel and Cas and Dean… Like, in 12x10 there was one of those weighty pauses where everyone immediately thinks “…oh. They were in love” and then someone goes and uses “friend” - we’re not exactly unfamiliar with that sort of pause when it comes to Dean n Cas stuff, either… 

I do think Sam’s maybe a bit more certain about misdiagnosing Dean and Cas as BFFs because he’s had way more time to think about it than trying to work out the correct word for - well, *I’m* not sure about the correct relationship description for an angel and its vessel and I’ve been thinking about it all week :P - so it will seem more natural to him to call Cas that. So I won’t be too bummed if Sam is really chill about the concept, because as much as we talk about shipper!Sam, and he’s used as the punchline of a LOT of jokes about Dean n Cas’s behaviour throughout the years to sell it that they’re old-married-couple arguing, that is kind of a trick for the viewers at home to be in on, not necessarily a comment that Sam ACTUALLY thinks that. I mean, he probably still thinks Dean is STRAIGHT can you IMAGINE. 

I don’t think this episode is gonna expose Bi!Dean but like with 10x12, going back with Dean into his past was used as the most overt exploration of Dean vs repression and how the whole performing!Dean thing worked, and gave us the cipher of the cake which got way more mileage than we expected, because season 10 actually was fairly good at breaking Dean down for us, though I think the way season 11 and 12 have been putting him back together is far more enjoyable watching… Anyway, this is a great second chance to take a crack at what 10x12 started, and to make Dean well and truly vulnerable. They were comparing the episode to Yellow Fever, of which I have written a whole bunch as part of my wide-ranging “Still not over the Siren Episode” series of metas:

The main point I guess being the one about how it intentionally turned Dean inside out in front of Sam to make him look extremely vulnerable. In front of season 4 Sam, whose entire arc was built around feeling strong - and specifically stronger than Dean - and falling down the rabbit hole based on those feelings - those 2 episodes are really bad for Sam’s perception of Dean in that immediate moment because they’re stepping stones to make Sam think Dean’s not just lost his edge but is completely incapable of stopping the apocalypse and Sam is the only one strong enough to do it. Aka, Sam is in the worst place in the world to benefit with positive lessons from watching Dean get turned inside out in front of him. In 10x12, again Sam is all caught up in saving Dean, even so far as wondering if abruptly having to deal with having an extremely mouthy little brother until he grows back up into an extremely mouthy adult at the normal speed these things happen, was actually preferable to Dean with the Mark. Again, he’s on a descent arc that again plays off him being, well, the responsible adult, because that episode wasn’t a metaphor for the wider picture or anything :P - the burden of saving Dean from the Mark is a distraction and a weight on him and the whole Taylor Swift moment at the end shows how he’s not learned anything about Dean from the experience, and in the wider picture, carries on down his path and trying to save Dean his way (when Dean seems to have given up shortly after), so Sam is basically left to make the decision about how to save Dean on his own (and his isolated thinking is highlighted by deliberately leaving Cas out of the decision making process even though they’d seemed to be on the same page for a while). 

Anyway! In season 12 guess what we have another Winchester off making the bad decisions! Sam and Dean are freeeeeee (and, uh, should probably be concerned about what their mom is doing but that’s a problem for another episode :P) - since the middle of season 11 Sam hasn’t had the sort of burden on him that he’s carried on and off for most of the show (seriously, like, the last quarter of season 7 is the only other time I can think of Sam didn’t have a Thing outside of just being along for the ride with the main plot) - Sam can be concerned about Dean, but since the start of season 12 he ALSO doesn’t have anything wrong with him, internally or externally, and so they’re kind of in a healing and growth stage (this has been also achieved by letting Cas have all the awful happen to him >.>) Anyway, all that means that now we get one of those episodes that emotionally eviscerates Dean, in front of Sam, and Sam doesn’t have any roadblock to understanding and learning about Dean except for all the emotional walls Dean’s put up to keep him out that will baffle Sam with their absence (the sneak peek scene shows Sam missing a ton of really huge neon flags that we can see from miles off because we know Dean from this outside perspective Sam has not got the luxury of) or reasons Sam will be too distracted or take developments completely the wrong way to actually genuinely understand what Dean is going through and what these things mean… 

He’s going from a standing start though, so I expect he’s going to catch maybe like 1/10th or less of all the things we might be able to explain about Dean, but even so :P 

… Anyway all’s that to say is that Sam is going to probably write down a list of everyone Dean absolutely has to remember: Himself - brother, Mary - mom, Castiel - best friend, and leave Dean with it. And then we get DEAN’S delivery on that line which we have very hopefully already heard for ourselves (or we have wasted a lot of ink on this :P) and Deana stumbles over the concept of “Castiel - best friend” with all that stammering and wobbling voice that we’ve heard. And there’s going to be the difference in how Sam describes Cas and how Dean thinks of him, or is confused about how he’s supposed to apparently think of him :’D


Originally posted by magiccastles

  • a while back @seoulscapes sent me this text post and said this would be ghost!bambam and this idea was always a cute what if…… and then someone requested it
  • and how could i refuse our bby bam?
  • ok ok so background on bambam’s death: he died way too young
  • he was in college and had just been accepted into the frat of his dreams
  • he was basically living the life
  • but some dumbass in the frat thought that bambam wasn’t “ride or die” enough so the head of the frat acquiesced bc obviously the reputation of the frat was on the line and he couldn’t have any of his pledges getting in easy peasy
  • obviously 

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The Misfits

Prompt: Six students, of different stereotypes, are sentenced to Saturday detention which happens to land on a very important day for each of them. While their reasons for being there are up in the air, and they might start off on the wrong foot, they all eventually find out there’s more to each person than they thought.

A/N: So I was watching one of my favorite movies last night (The Breakfast Club) and I had an idea for a story! I love it when that happens. I had a couple drabbles that I was going to post, but I wasn’t sure if they were good enough and this seemed like a better idea to me. As of right now (because I haven’t finished the story) I haven’t decided if there are any specific pairings. I’m just gonna go with the flow. This is also an AU so the characters have a few different traits than in the  show. Riley and Maya are still best friends. That will never change. Also, Riley has an older brother in this fic. In the beginning (before the show aired), she was set to have an older brother named Elliot, and I thought it would be great for her to be the middle child.

Word: Count: 2,447

Part 1- Three Rules

At the sight of the old, brown stone building sitting in the middle of the industrial city, Riley Matthews huffed in frustration. Her fingers clenched her phone so tightly, her knuckles turned white. It wasn’t that she didn’t like being at this place (she was forced by the law to go five days a week for eight hours a day), it was the fact that because of a stupid incident, she was sitting outside on the sixth day of the week. Saturday morning.

“You’re going to break your phone if you keep using it as a stress reliving item,” her older brother, Elliot stated at he parked the car in front of the steps. She said nothing. “You’re only going to be here till three.”

She looked at him quickly in rage. “That’s seven hours I could be practicing for the concert, which by the way, is TONIGHT!” Her voice rang in the vehicle as she fell back into her seat and huffed. Not only did she have detention for seven hours, she was less then 12 hours away from her concert, in which scouts from Juilliard School of the Arts would be attending.

He looked at her sympathetically, even though she basically yelled at him harshly. A few years ago, he probably would have yelled back at her, but he understood the stress and anxiety she must be dealing with, since tonight could make or break her future to attend one of the elite schools in the country for music making. Plus she was good kid, always followed her parents rules, she did well in school, and practiced the violin hard. It was the instrument she based her whole life around.

Since the day she held the small instrument at the age of four, she wanted this to be her profession. Despite her parents (father in particular) wanting her to be an athlete, like Elliot and her little brother, Auggie, she rather spend her days sitting in front of a music sheet, rubbing hair and strings making beautiful melodies. Her mother supported her from the beginning, and after Mr. Matthews saw the potential she had to be one of the greats, he stopped pestering her and let her do her own thing. She was her own person, and deserved to do what she desired, since it was her life and not her parents.

“So I’m assuming mom and dad don’t know about this?” He asked.

She sighed defeatedly. “No, they don’t. If they did, they would flip and who knows what will happen. So I told them I was going to be here practicing. Unfortunately, I was told myself that I couldn’t bring anything but my homework and food for lunch, so you mind if I leave my violin here in your car?”

His brown eyes looked at the old case and nodded. “Yeah, so I’m picking you up at three?” Riley nodded, fingers now fiddling with the ends of the case. “Am I also picking up Maya too?”

“How did you know she was going to be here today?”

He gave her a look that said really? “Because ninety-nine percent of the times you get in trouble, Maya Hart is not trailing far behind. I’ve been watching that for the last ten years of our lives.”

Yes, more often it was Maya who got into difficult inconveniences, and if Riley was ever put in a situation where she was at fault too, it was because of her troubled blonde best friend. Normally it was small stuff that caused her to get lunch detention or to stay after school for an hour, but recently Maya had been rebelling to the point she could have been in handcuffs. Riley could never really tell her to not continue this behavior directly, but instead hint to her that what she was doing was not acceptable. Her life at home wasn’t the best situation and the brunette understood that this behavior was normal in order to get attention from mom and dad.

But this act was taken too far, and Maya had dragged Riley right down with her. To the bottom of the pit itself.

Elliot tapped his thumb on the wheel of the car. “You better get in there,” he stated. “Because we all know Mrs. Know’s the Librarian. She ain’t gonna put up with tardiness and if you get suspended, mom and dad are really gonna flip.”

He was right, and she groaned in aggravation as she opened the car door to get out. She spotted the blonde on the top of the steps, and turned back to face her brother. “I’m ready for this day to be over with.”


They said nothing as they walked the halls silently down to the library. Every now and then she could look over and spot the guilt on Maya’s face. Riley hated that her best friend felt this way, but it was technically her fault that they were here on a Saturday, serving detention. Not to mention the brunette was a tad angry with the blonde, and Riley hated that she felt this way too. It was very rare to have this feeling towards her. They weren’t supposed to be mad at each other, ever. They were supposed to be the others escape. A way out of stress. But today wasn’t that day.

In the library, things were quiet, as they should be. Three chairs had been taken up so far. In the front, Isadora Smackle sat, with all the study equipment she could possibly bring, besides her laptop. Riley found it extremely odd that the smartest girl and not to mention, popular girl in school would be caught in Saturday detention, but was reminded that she, herself was here too.

In the other two seats, Lucas Friar and his adopted brother, Isaiah Babineaux sat, quietly whispering to one another, before looking up at the two girls who had just walked in. Lucas was the most popular guy in school for a newbie, as well as one of the most arrogant, self-centered people too. With his dazzling smile, muscular biceps, one look at a girl could make them swoon in his presence. Riley was more annoyed than anything else. Yes, he was devilishly handsome, she’d give him that, but his attitude and first impression gave Riley a bad taste in her mouth.

Isaiah was different. He was Friar’s adoptive brother. A southern gentleman from Texas, who said “please” and “thank you” on a regular basis, as well as “yes ma’am,” “no ma’am,” “yes sir,” and “no sir.” He was also the class clown, who always tried to make the best out of a hard situation. Riley happened to have him in a few of her classes, and she enjoyed his presence more so than his obnoxious step-brother.

Riley and Maya took their seats, sitting at the same table, but on separate ends. The blonde glanced at the brunette in hopes that their eyes would meet. Riley couldn’t look at her, at least not right now. She found the clock sitting on the checkout desk in front of the office door. 7:58. Two minutes before the torturous day would begin.

The door to the office opened and Mrs. Knows, with her silver grey hair, oversized glasses and rag looking face appeared. She might not have looked like much, but she could be scary, when she wanted to be. Just before she opened her mouth to speak, the bulky door to the entrance of the library opened and Farkle Minkus appeared, walking at his own pace to the seat in front of Riley and Maya.

“Mr. Minkus,” the Librarian said, “almost late, aren’t we?” Riley wished she could see his face, but he said nothing so the old lady continued. “Alright, you’re all here till three today. Rule number one, no talking. Rule number two, no cell phones.” A groan came from every one. “Rule number three, if you disrupt me while I’m watching—doing work, this will no longer be a Saturday detention, but a suspension.” Ouch. “Put your cell phones on the desk and I will come collect them. You will get them back at the end of the day.” She looked up. “Yes, Mr. Babineaux?”

Riley turned to see that he had been raising his hand. “What are we supposed to do till then?”

“Well, you were informed to bring books to study, read, writing materials to do homework. Or you could just twiddle your thumbs all day long,” she chuckled. “As long as your quiet and following my three rules.” She collected the phones and waddled back to her office, closing the door behind her.

“Well this is pointless,” Lucas stated, standing up from his seat. “Come on Zay, let’s scram.” Isaiah didn’t move though and opened his mouth to protest.

Just before passing, Maya stood up to meet him. “Sit down Ranger Rick. You heard the lady, breaking the rules meant suspension. You might be new here, but I’ll give you a piece of advice. Mrs. Knows is not a lady to tip toe around. She won’t hesitate to pull out a pink slip.” She leaned forward on her desk. “You really want that on your record Ball Boy?”

Riley could hear Zay’s chuckle from the back. Lucas looked at him, “What are you laughing at?”

“She called you Ranger Rick and Ball Boy,” his tone made Riley want to laugh, but she suppressed the urge. She was supposed to be upset right now. “I like her.”

Lucas rolled his eyes and looked down at Maya seriously. She was at least a foot and a half shorter than him, but she didn’t care. She knew her size, and she was proud. “Look Blondie, I ain’t got time to sit around for seven hours doing nothing. Zay and I have a big game tonight and this we should be prepping, not twiddling our thumbs,” his southern accent was thick.

Farkle turned in his seat. “And you think we’re here to sit around and do nothing?” His voice was deep and his tone was full of protest. “You think we all don’t have something better to do, or somewhere better to be? It’s not just your life that’s important. This time is blocking us from our lives too. So you can sit down and suck it up like the rest of us.” He turned back around and continued to read from the manuscript in his hand.

Minkus was the smartest guy in the school, and everyone knew that. He was also one of the hottest guys too. Not Lucas Friar hot, but still hot. If you had never met him before in your entire life, you probably would have picked him out to be a prep, guaranteed admission into Princeton University, or some other Ivy League school, not because he was smart enough, but because his dad had all the money in the world to send him. You’d say he was a popular guy that partied and could have any girl he liked on his arm. Maybe he was obnoxious too, arrogant and only cared about materialistic nonsense he could buy from anywhere on Fifth Avenue.

But he was just the opposite. With physical qualities of a pretty rich boy and being somewhat athletic, he was a loner. You could normally find him in a library studying for classes he had been dull-enrolled in by his parents through NYU, or in the Science lab on the north end of campus, face stuck to a microscope. He had friends, but they were the obnoxious rich smarties he didn’t click with or the kids who used him for his money. It was really sad.

Lucas looked annoyed staring down at Maya, while her raised eyebrows told a different story. “You heard the genius, Hop-a-Long.”

He looked warningly at Zay who started snickering once again. Then he turned to Farkle, who was no longer paying attention. “If you’re a genius Minkus, why are you in Saturday detention? I thought you’d be smart enough to dodge a situation like this.” It was a good question.

Farkle didn’t glance away from the words on his page, but stated, “That’s my problem, not yours, and you’re forgetting that I’m not the only genius gracing your presence at this moment.” His finger pointed to the side towards a certain lady with pitch black hair.

Maya cocked her head to the side. “Yeah, Smack-lay, what brings you to the land of the troubled?”

The dark-haired girl turned slightly to the right. “It is none of your business to know why I have been sentenced to this dreadful atmosphere, but if you must be reminded, rule number one rule states that we should not be talking, otherwise this dreadful day will be spent confined in our rooms and none of us will be able to enjoy going to the events we wish to attend, playing the games you desire to win, or what ever it is you all do in your spare time. I for one have no desire to to take part in this conversation no more. I have better activities to do at this desk other than exercise my gums that lead to my suspension and the beginning of my problematics hindering my early acceptance into Princeton.” Her face whipped around so quickly, her hair flew behind her.

Lucas stared at Maya for a long time, and finally feeling defeated, he walked back over to sit down. “So what are we supposed to do?”

Riley licked her lips thinking about what she could do that would benefit her. They were in a library, full of books. She was sure she could find a music book with the classical song she was performing this evening. She stood up, and Maya looked at her curiously. “Where you going Riles?” The blonde began to stand back up with her.

But Riley turned quickly on her heels, holding out her hand for her to stop. “I’m just going to get a book. That’s it.”

Maya’s expression dropped. She hadn’t meant to sound that harsh and demanding, but the tone came out too soon with the words. Her best friend sat back down, and Riley had caught Farkle’s blue eyes with her own. She couldn’t read his expression, and that drove her insane. Usually she was great at reading people, but she could never tell what Farkle Minkus was thinking. Ever.

She turned away, heading for the music selection in the huge library. It was time she put her focus on to the concert tonight. People drama was the least of her worries now.

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“Goodie-two-shoes-Matthews?” Lucas said, eyeing her who had looked away from him. “If you’re a goodie, then what brings you to a detention hall? Especially Saturday detention?” Yes, because they all know Saturday detentions are equivalent to one day in school suspension.

theprodigalrobot  asked:

Can you talk a little bit about your experience at design school? and working as a designer? I know this is kind of vague, but like. What was your program like? How did you get your current job? What do you do day-to-day? I'm currently in college and I'm trying to decide whether to stay a biology major or switch to an art or design program. I know I'd be good at the art thing, and I might like it better than biology, but. I've been scared away from pursuing art for a long time. thanks :)


I’m gonna break this answer into design school and working full time as a designer, since they’re kind of very different things, especially given my specific design job.


It’s cool because it doesn’t feel like school
This experience may vary from program to program, but in my design program they didn’t treat us like students. It was like the teachers were the art directors at a design firm and we were their designers. Homework didn’t feel like homework. It felt like a job. I haven’t felt like a student since I graduated high school, and that’s really good preparation for the professional world.

You really need to fend for yourself
Another thing that may vary between programs. In my design school, we’d have VERY open-ended assignments. For example, I’d get the assignment “design an interactive iPad magazine” and they’d basically give us a 30 minute tutorial on Digital Publishing Suite and be like “OKAY NOW GO MAKE IT.” The thing about working with design software is that they’re really complicated and powerful so it’s hard to actually sit down and teach an entire class how to use them, so we had to teach ourselves a lot of this stuff. I’m almost entirely self-taught when it comes to Adobe programs, as are a lot of people from my program. That’s a really good thing, in my opinion. Again, it’s very good preparation for the professional world.

You will not sleep
Design school was VERY HARD PHYSICALLY for me, but the intensity of a person’s experience in design school depends entirely on the program they enroll in. I went to a design school that’s infamous for the difficulty of the program. Junior and senior year I would be pulling all-nighters EVERY WEEK OF THE SEMESTER, FROM THE FIRST WEEK OF THE SEMESTER. This is no exaggeration. For two straight years, I needed to think of my days as 48-hour periods, rather than 24-hour periods, because the volume of work was just that intense. I lost 30 lbs in undergrad and was always sick and anxious and was in therapy twice a week because it’s very intense, but also I am OBSESSED with graphic design and loved every minute even though I also thought I was dying the entire time!!

Again, may vary depending on the program. But in my program we had to produce hand-made comps of all of our print work. Paper and printing is expensive as fuck, especially for ambitious one-off student stuff. A lot of us opted to buy our own large-format printers and keep them in our apartments to avoid paying out the nose for school printing. And if you don’t want to depend on school lab hours, you need a laptop (preferably a Mac), Adobe programs (I sprung for Creative Cloud), and, in my program, an iPad was an absolute requirement. It’s SO. EXPENSIVE. 

The difference between majoring in graphic design vs fine art
I originally went to art school for fine art before I discovered graphic design. I studied fine art in Rome. I love fine art. I just love graphic design A LOT MORE and that’s because the real purpose of graphic design is COMMUNICATION. Fine art is subjective, whereas graphic design is problem solving. It’s way more intellectually stimulating, in my opinion. Yes, there are always tons of different ways to solve a design problem, but there are also wrong answers to design problems. You don’t have the crutch of subjectivity to lean on with design. I LOVE THAT. 


How I got my job
I actually got really lucky. There were two major factors in me getting my job: timing and the kind of designer my current company was looking for.

  • TIMING: I graduated undergrad in the “off semester,” meaning my last semester was the fall semester. (I needed to take an extra semester because I was really sick my junior year and needed to drop a core course.) This served me really well, because the job market wasn’t saturated with a bunch of other recent design grads. Way less competition.
  • THE KIND OF DESIGNER MY COMPANY WAS LOOKING FOR: I work for a marketing firm that had never employed an in-house designer before they hired me. They’d always contracted out. Hiring me was the start of a new business structure for them after 30 years of only employing writers. Because this was a new situation for everyone, they were comfortable hiring a young and inexperienced (and therefore cheap) designer. They were comfortable with the idea of the company and the designer growing together. That’s a seriously rare set-up. I really lucked out that they happened to be looking for that kind of setup.
  • Also, of course, I was persistent about getting my resume out there. From the September of my final semester (I graduated in December) on, I was sending out my resume to every single job opening I could find – so at least 5 a day. I’ve been an AIGA member for years, and I used the hell out of their job boards, and that’s how I found the listing for my current job.

What I do day-to-day
I’m the in-house designer at a marketing firm. This means that I do all of our in-house branding, I do some client work, and I also project manage/act as company liaison to outside design firms that we partner with for big projects. (I love that part of my job because I’ve gotten to see the workflows and processes of so many other incredible designers all while working this one job!)

It’s pretty cool because I’m the only designer there – I’m the entire design department. As a result, I kind of need to figure out how to do a little bit of everything, often on the fly! It keeps me on my toes and I love that!

I’m just gonna list off a bunch of things I’ve done, since there isn’t a day-to-day schedule:

  • Designing in-house marketing materials for the firm. (A lot of what we do is sending proposals/reports to clients, because a lot of what we do is communications strategy. So it’s TONS of pages of text. I need to make all of that shit look interesting/readable so that clients actually take us seriously.) We also sponsor marketing industry conferences and stuff like that to promote ourselves, so I sometimes get to do large-scale signage for our firm, which is kind of an interesting departure.
  • Print publications for clients (I’ve done viewbooks, briefing papers, brochures, stuff like that)
  • Ads for clients (I just recently did an ad campaign for a client that involved digital ads on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram and large-scale transit ads, and a Snapchat geofilter for an event the client was doing. That was SUPER FUN.)
  • Branding (I’ve done logos for capital campaigns for clients and even got to rebrand a client earlier this year, which is SUPER FUN and where a lot of the true creative/conceptual work comes in!)
  • Interactive iPad donor invitations for big name donors to raise funds for a certain new museum in DC that has been making noise at lately. (Obama spoke at the opening!!)
  • I often need to pinch-hit for our outside design firm partners, meaning sometimes they won’t have the time to do a part of a campaign of materials themselves, so I kind of parachute in and do the work. I LOVE doing this stuff because it means I need to mimic the styles of designers that I really admire.
    • For example, we’re doing a huge campaign for a private boarding school that involves both advertisements and admissions materials. The principal firm (art directed by a former professor of mine and one of my favorite designers!) doesn’t have time to handle the ads, so I do those using a design system that they came up with. Same for some of the minor admissions materials, like a student handbook. The principal firm came up with the color scheme and the type system and the general grid, and I did the book. It’s super fun to do, actually.
    • THE COOLEST PINCH HITTER JOB I EVER HAD TO DO: We recently partnered with another of my favorite design firms to do a viewbook for a certain well-known college that used to be women-only. We wanted the final spread to include a hand-drawn chalk mural. The partner design firm didn’t have the capabilities in-house to do the mural, and my firm didn’t want to pay an outside chalk artist to do it. So they had me design and execute the chalk mural. I’d never done that kind of project, but figured it out and now my chalk mural has a full spread in this beautiful viewbook designed by one of my favorite designers!!
  • One of my coworkers and I are working on a small promotional piece as a gift to a client to promote our motion graphics capabilities. Basically we’re gonna make a simple animated holiday card for them to send out to big name donors. (It’s just gonna be a gif embedded in an email but it’ll be beautiful!) 
  • I actually have a lot of down time at my job. Sometimes we just have slow weeks, because that’s how the work schedules are falling. (Sometimes all of my drafts will be in the clients’ hands waiting for comments so I’ll have nothing to do.) During that down time, I’m always teaching myself new skills using courses on I’m currently working on becoming a WordPress developer, and I’m also working on figuring out a strategy to do dynamic iPad design now that Adobe phased out DPS as part of the CC suite, since that’s currently the only way I know how to do iPad design!

TL;DR: Graphic design is a great industry that is growing rapidly right now. You can definitely make money in design. You can definitely find a job in design. That being said, IF YOU WANT TO GET INTO GRAPHIC DESIGN, IT REALLY HELPS TO BE OBSESSED. You just really need to be willing to not sleep for a few years during school, and you need to be a self-starter as a designer because you will never learn all of the necessary skills in school. I’m teaching myself new skills every day at work, and that just comes with the territory of the profession.

Too Late (CACW Peter Parker/Spiderman x Reader, pt.1)

i got my brother to listen my chemical romance and he’s actually doing it cool

this is only part one, part two will be up real soon


Request; can you do an imagine where peter missed so many dates with reader and she just couldn’t do it anymore (they know about spiderman) they ended up having a huge fight and breaking up in the end but then peter realised couldn’t live without her and tried to win her back or something??? I know this is a lot and you can change some parts but yeah, thanks!

Other characters featured; aunt may 


Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; break ups, i think there might be language in there too

Word count; 1163

Originally posted by adorkablesp1der

The first time Peter forgot to turn up to a date, you brushed it off. It would be odd for someone to turn up to every event at the correct time everytime, and you honestly didn’t think nothing of it.

The second time he forgot to turn up to a date, you brushed it off again. Everyone makes mistakes, right? You told yourself that he was human, and that it would just be a one off.

By the third time, you knew Peter was Spiderman. The first thing he said to you after the reveal was that nothing between you two would change, that you would always stay his number one priority, and that he would never put anything before you.

But it kept happening - And not just with dates. 

What was a perfect relationship had become a one-sided love story with effort coming from only you. He wasn’t turning up at school, returning your calls or even answering your texts.

‘Peter!’ You whisper-shouted, chucking a paper ball at the back of his head. He’d turned up to school an hour late, come straight into biology, sat in front of you and ignored you. 

Your boyfriend turned to face you. He looked awful - His left eye was bruised, his right (and only intact) eye had a huge bag underneath it and his lip was bust.

‘Sorry.’ Peter mouthed back, turning his attention back to the teacher at the front.

There aren’t many words to describe how your relationship deteriorating felt. Heartbroken was one of them, but it wasn’t strong enough to even begin to explain the pain.

A bad attendance at school was only the beginning of the downfall. You went from spending every second together to rarely being together - You’d gone from relying on one another in a sort of blissful co-existence to dreading the awkward, almost forced exchanges of words in the off moment that you actually saw him.

You leaned against your locker, sighing to yourself. Was he even gonna turn up today? Was it worth the wait-

Your trance was broken by your boyfriend running through the halls, frantically towards you with an exhausted expression.

‘Oh, you actually turned up on time for school. You’ve been good at being late for things. I mean, good at being late for things that you actually bother to turn up to.’ You greeted Peter, passive-aggressive.

‘Holy crap. We had a date last night, didn’t we?’

You didn’t reply.

‘Y/N, I am so sorry!’ 

‘Whatever, Peter. I’m used to it now.’

‘No, please don’t say that-’

‘I have to get to class. I’ll see you at lunch.’

‘I won’t be here at lunch, I have a meeting with-’

‘Let me guess - with SHIELD?’ You slammed your locker, sighing to yourself. ‘Look, I’m happy you’re doing stuff for SHIELD now. It’s amazing, in fact. And I’m not asking you to spend every waking second with me, but you can’t even find time to eat lunch with me.’

You didn’t let him reply, instead you picked up your bag and walked away, unaware of the fact that both of you were feeling just as heartbroken as one another.

Neither of you wanted it to end - Your feelings hadn’t changed. You were still deeply in love with the slightly frustrating nerd, and his feelings were just as strong. But could you do it?  

You didn’t actually call quits until he stopped turning up at school. Breaktime and lunch were the one time you got to see him, and it might as well have been considered a long distance relationship.

You made time for him on a Wednesday morning, just before school - Not to go and spend time with him, but to go and tell him it was over.

You nervously knocked on his Aunt’s door, your breathing shaky. There were footsteps and May swung open the door, her face lighting up when she saw you.

‘Y/N!’ She grinned. ‘I haven’t seen you in so long! Come in!’

You knew the poor woman was oblivious to everything - to Spiderman, to SHIELD, and to what her nephew got up to when she thought he was safe in bed at the unholy hours of the evening.

‘Do you want some breakfast?’

‘Uhm, I’m okay thank you. Is Peter around?’

‘He’s still asleep. The poor kid got a black eye in a fight yesterday at school.

Bullshit you thought, he didn’t turn up at school yesterday.

‘Ah yeah, you know what teenage boys are like.’ You laughed, although it was empty. ‘Is it cool if I go check on him?’

‘Be my guest!’

You smiled half-heartedly and headed towards his door, tapping your knuckles on the paneled wood.


You opened it up and stepped inside. ‘Hey, Pete.’

‘Y/N! How are you?’ Peter sat up from his bed. He looked worse than you’d seen before - Brusied, beaten and bust. There was a gang in Queen’s that he’d been trying to take out.

You hadn’t seen him in a week and a half, and it was almost like seeing an old school friend after ten years, having bumped into them in a supermarket, where you exchange small talk, promise to meet up for coffee and then never see them again.

‘I can’t stay for long.’ You murmured. ‘School starts soon. I came over a few days ago though, and no one was in. You’re never in, these days.’ You stopped, sighing. ‘I’m not gonna say anymore. I’m not gonna stop you, or tell you that you’ve been pushing me aside. I just came to say that…That…I’m breaking up with you.’

He tried to open his mouth to speak. It all suddenly hit him at once - A giant slap of reality, right across his cheek, bound to leave a mark. He was losing you, the one person who meant the world to him, because he put everything before you, and broken every promise he’d ever made.

‘Y/N, no. Please. Please, don’t do this-’

‘I’m sorry, I can’t-’

‘I’ll change, I promise. I’ll tell SHIELD I can’t do it full-time. I’ll come back to school, I’ll do anything.’

‘I can’t make you do any of that, especially not for me. You clearly chose to dedicate your time and effort to SHIELD, and it would be all for nothing if you go back on it now. People change, Pete - That’s what’s happened. You’ve changed, I’ve changed, but we haven’t done it together. Good luck, though.’


‘It’s for the best, okay? I can’t know for sure that the same thing isn’t gonna happen again, and frankly, leaving now and not knowing is probably less painful than sticking round and facing the chance of going through this again.’

It seemed as though you stunned him into frozen silence, because you managed to pick up your bag, quietly walk out his room, pass Aunt May and leave the the apartment without him following you or shouting.

Make Happy Starter Pack
  • Mix of comedy, deep stuff, out of context stuff, and potentially NSFW-ish sentences.
  • "Ladies if you feel me, say hell yeah!"
  • "Fellas if you feel me, say hell yeah!"
  • "Virgins, if you haven't felt a person, say hell yeah!"
  • "If you like drinking booze, let me hear you say hell yeah!"
  • "If you like smoking weed, let me hear you say hell yeah!"
  • "I can't wrap my mind around exactly why I'm here."
  • "I know you paid money."
  • "I should be funny."
  • "Look at the world. I don't know why I'm here."
  • "I would love to tell you that everything is fine."
  • "You wanna be happy... Well, get in line!"
  • "It gets old after a few minutes."
  • "Let's get this show started."
  • "I already fucked it up."
  • "Haters gonna hate. Lovers gonna love."
  • "You have to reject both sides of the spectrum to leave a healthy middle."
  • "Stop participating."
  • "Not a participatory thing going on up here."
  • "Did you not think I was gonna use this, idiot(s)?"
  • "It's not a prop."
  • "I've got a lot of problems in my life."
  • "I got no one to talk to."
  • "There's everyone and then there is just me."
  • "If I could change, don't you think that I'd do it?"
  • "God only knows, why he cursed me to be ________/(a straight white man)"
  • "I state my problems, other people roll their eyes."
  • "Three trips to the mall, zero _______ in my size."
  • "I've never been the victim of a random search for drugs."
  • "You can't say my life is easy."
  • "I know the road looks though ahead."
  • "Can't you just leave us alone?"
  • "Also, 'no' to the things you asked for."
  • "They are being greedy and they know it."
  • "Everyone thinks that I got it easy."
  • "Just because it's true, doesn't mean that it's right."
  • "So pull up a chair and put down your pitchforks."
  • "We still do, but it's not as fun now."
  • "If you were offended by that, it was ironic."
  • "Isn't that fun?"
  • "I meant the whole opposite of it."
  • "White guys... it's easy to be a white guy."
  • "We deserve a cheer once in a while."
  • "We invented a lot of stuff."
  • "Everything but peanut butter."
  • "Your grandkids are going to see this."
  • "Put the lights down."
  • "Their faces creep me out."
  • "I'm not perfect, ok?"
  • "Twice in a week? What is this?"
  • "Do you want to sing a song with me?"
  • "Hey, _____, guess what?"
  • "You're a (insert insult here)."
  • "So I was interrupted the other day-"
  • "Can you turn the lights off at least?"
  • "Why was it on a record player?"
  • "It's gonna outlive me."
  • "Do not give those dumb fucks any credit."
  • "It's all me baby, all me."
  • "How dare you make that joke so late!"
  • "I like poetry."
  • "Do not veer credit to people outside this building!"
  • "Two examples is enough."
  • "I'm right in the sweet spot."
  • "I could give that money to a homless person. But I don't do that very often."
  • "Tomorrow is a relative term. We're not getting there."
  • "You don't know where I'm going, so don't act like it."
  • "You're not ahead of me."
  • "I will retain the element of surprise."
  • "I'm trying to break out of that."
  • "This might not work."
  • "________, I heard you had sex with an older woman last night?"
  • "How does he do it?"
  • "I'm not honest for a second up here."
  • "I think country music gets a bad rep."
  • "A dirt road, a cold beer, blue jeans, a red pick-up."
  • "No shoes, no shirt."
  • "Sort of a mental typo."
  • "I could sing in mandarin."
  • "I own a private ranch that I rarely use. I don't like dirt."
  • "Now it's time to talk to the ladies."
  • "Good girl in a straw head."
  • "Thought it was a human woman."
  • "That is a scarecrow."
  • "I'm wanting you. I hope you're feeling me."
  • "You don't know what land you're in...?"
  • "They are lying to you, that's all."
  • "You deserve better."
  • "I'm not saying I'm it, but I'm the person that says you deserve better."
  • "It's the end of culture."
  • "We lost."
  • "How is this entertainment?"
  • "I saw a gorgeous dick. I was in a public restroom."
  • "You're not picturing this."
  • "I need to earn it."
  • "You need to earn it."
  • "There's more where that came from."
  • "Ladies, I know where that came from."
  • "You want a guy that's sweet."
  • "This ugy only exists in your mind."
  • "Guess what? You're right."
  • "If you want love, lower your expectations a few."
  • "Prince Charming would never settle for you."
  • "Just pick a guy and love him."
  • "Just pick a girl and love him."
  • "You wan't a girl that is noce, a girl that is not."
  • "A real girl, a hot girl, a really hot girl!"
  • "She's real, but last week she died."
  • "You might think you dick is a gift, I promise it's not."
  • "I won't settle for less than perfect."
  • "Deep down we know we don't deserve it."
  • "We all deserve love."
  • "We all suck, but love can make us suck less."
  • "It's the very best part of being alive."
  • "Original does not mean good."
  • "Anyone can do anything."
  • "What is it good for?"
  • "I don't want to get political..."
  • "They just liked the lights, I didn't even need to do jokes."
  • "Yeah, you like that?"
  • "Honey are you ok?"
  • "Are you drunk?"
  • "What's behind your back?"
  • "It's a jar of peanut butter. Alright? Sue me."
  • "Why are you holding a jar of mayonnaise."
  • "I'll clean it up."
  • "You'll make it worse if you try it."
  • "Who are you talking to?"
  • "You just gestured to the sink."
  • "I bought something."
  • "Sit in silence."
  • "Nothing tastes better than not getting sued."
  • "You don't want that desperate sort of cloying thing."
  • "I'm just overpaid, ok?"
  • "I sound mean and rude."
  • "Let a professional hear it."
  • "Stick your tongue in a plug."
  • "Hold your breath until it's gone."
  • "Take your pants off!"
  • "You think it's ok because I'm a dude?"
  • "You think it's ok because he is a dude?"
  • "It's over."
  • "We shouldn't fight to stay together just to fight again."
  • "We need to take a break from us to make it right again."
  • "Honestly are you fucking five?"
  • "I've got my father's temper. I'm emotionally inarticulate."
  • "I'm hurting inside, I'm trying to hide it."
  • "I thought you were lashing out in anger."
  • "I deserve better than you."
  • "Sorry, you're not what I need."
  • "What am I talking about, you know?"
  • "It's about... but for real, what is it about?"
  • "No one gives a shit about what we think!"
  • "The arrogant is taught."
  • "It's prison. It's horrific"
  • "I know very little about anything."
  • "He talked about his problems."
  • "I thought... maybe I could do this."
  • "Can I say my shit, _______?"
  • "I got lots of shit to say."
  • "I can't fit my hand insdie a pringle can."
  • "It's way too small."
  • "You think you can. I know you can't"
  • "Just... make them wider?"
  • "I wanna have a daughter."
  • "But that is priority numero uno."
  • "I don't go to the gym 'cause I'm self concious about my body."
  • "I'm self concious about my body because I don't go to the gym."
  • "Irony can be so painful."
  • "Dude, you should have warned me."
  • "No one wants to have a messx burrito."
  • "I wouldn't have gotten the _______ if I knew it wouldn't fit."
  • "I wouldn't have got half of it."
  • "I'm ok with small mistakes."
  • "I don't think that I can handle this right now."
  • "I can sit here an pretend that my biggest problems are pringle cans and burritos."
  • "The truth is my biggest problem is you."
  • "I want to please you but stay true to myself."
  • "Part of me loves you, part of me hates you, part of you needs you, part of me fears you."
  • "I should probably just shut up."
  • "You can tell them anything."
  • ""I hope you're happy."
  • "Oh, good, it's just us."
  • "If you hated it, it's fair."
  • "On a scale of one to zero, ________?"
  • "Are you happy?"
  • "But what the fuck kind of question is 'are you happy'?"
  • "Oh god, my dad was right."
  • "You're everything you hated. Are you happy?"
  • "Hey, look, Mom, I made it! Are you happy?"
voicemail (1)

my drabble for the amazing Sam’s birthday project. this is more angsty than any birthday fanfiction should be, my apologies 

917 words, gen, angst, pg-13

warning for brief mentions of gore and torture (your typical hell stuff)

soulless!sam/sam in hell

Sam washes his hands.

The bathroom is pretty small and smells kinda nasty, but he doesn’t really care, mechanically rubbing his palms together, sending the grime and mud and blood of the passing day down the drain.

Just another diner, another night, another speck on the map he doesn’t give a damn about. Another hunt came and went. He’s been awfully productive lately, even if it came at a cost of a bait or two. These people should’ve known better than to put themselves in these situations — climbing into abandoned buildings, ‘cause, hey, it might be fun and spooky to take some photos amidst the ruins, walking the bad side of the town late at night or doing other shit that gets people in horror movies killed. They should really know better. That was just your basic natural selection at work.

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Barrisco Month - Day 13 - “Our Suit”

(Read on AO3)

“Absolutely not.”

Barry whined, draping himself dramatically over the chair beside Cisco’s. “Why not?”

Cisco pushed himself back from the desk to face him fully, because this matter required the strictest attention. “So many reasons, take your pick. The list starts with the fact that hero tech is my area of expertise and ends with why would you even want to? There is no way I’m letting you design my own superhero suit, dude.”

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~ just the way it used to be ~ danisnotonfire ~

There may be little Dan parts in it, but he will come in at the end for a cute, romantic bit

Inspired by a Girl Meets World episode


“What do you mean by ‘not giving enough attention?’” Dan mocked your voice.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. What I mean is that you spend so much time doing things related to your Internet life, that you don’t make enough room for your personal life. Every time you do liveshows and videos, it feels as if you’ve hidden me in a box. I feel trapped.” You start to tear up.

“Be free by leaving the house then! If you want more attention, you can get it from some other guy.”

He said it.

There was no turning back for him.

“Really? You’re gonna pull that one one out.” Your voice cracked.

Dan had nothing to say. “If that’s how you want it, so be it.” You say with a soft, shaky voice.

Without looking back, you left the room. The 2 years you’ve been with Dan had come to an end, just like that. He apparently couldn’t care less about you, so why shouldn’t you do the same.

You grabbed your suitcase that you thankfully left on the floor after a trip that happened less than a week ago. You filled it with objects that belonged to you, your favorite clothes, electronic stuff, books, all of it. Well, almost. Not everything fit, so you had to pack only the necessary things. Basically things you didn’t want to leave there.

You tore a piece of paper from a notebook and wrote a message.

“Dear Dan,
I can’t stay with somebody who doesn’t understand me, so I’ve decide to move out. Whatever stuff I left behind, keep it, throw it out, sell it, I don’t care. Don’t bother looking for me because I won’t come back.
I’m sorry it had to end this way,

A small tear rolled down your cheek and splattered on the note, right where your name was written, which was a coincidence. You left the note on the bed, and tossed the house keys right next to it. You weren’t gonna need it ever again anyways. You sneakily walked past Dan who was editing a video in the lounge. You then exited the door for the what you hoped was the last time you ever did.

There was no going back for you now.

*Flashback end*

Here you were, five years later, single, and still heartbroken. You couldn’t live your life to the fullest without Dan. At first, you thought it was the feeling of being vulnerable and weakened without somebody else. That being said, you had been in one other relationship after that bad breakup with Dan.

His name was James, and he was honestly, the sweetest guy you’ve ever met asides from Dan. He would put your needs ahead of his own, which did get worrying at times, but it pulled through. You met him a year after you broke up with Dan. The thing is, he loved you, but you didn’t love him back. No matter how hard you tried to love him, you heart couldn’t let go of Dan. His hugs, touch, and kisses never felt the same as it did with Dan. You were feeling down for most of the relationship due to a feeling of emptiness, and he noticed it since day one. James tried his hardest to make you happy, no matter how far he had to go.

One dark night in James’ flat, you were planning to watch a film. He purposely chose a romantic film to perk up your senses, which didn’t work. Halfway into the film, once things on the other side of the TV got a bit steamy, James pulled you closer. He started kissing your neck to see in there was any reaction. You hoped for one too, but there was nothing. James noticed your lack of response, in which you give him an apologetic look. James’ eyes were filled with sadness.

“You don’t love me.” He said in a low voice.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper with a hint of sorrow.

“You don’t love me back.” He repeated.

“You were great as a boyfriend, really sweet and all, but I can’t physically love you back, no matter how hard I try.” Your voice cracked a couple times due to the on coming tears.

“I knew you weren’t happy, but I didn’t know it was to this extent.” He was still on the quest for your happiness.

“Would you like to know why? It might be too much to take in.” You warn him.

“Tell me everything, I’ll listen.” That was all you could ask from him.

You told him the story of Dan, from how you met to how it all ended, and everything in between. James surprisingly took this news quite well and he understood. You were glad this new information didn’t change him in any way. He was still the same sweet guy you met on the street.

“I have one question.” Your heart skipped a beat as he asked that. You gulped and nodded.

“Can we still be friends?” He asked with a smile.

“That would make me happy.” You hugged him. His one wish was to make you happy and after a long 7 months, he had finally achieved that.


James has been a good friend of yours for a year so far. He’s been always there for you and vice versa. Many people thought you were still dating, but you’ve cleared that misconception up.

You worked at a small cafe as a waitress and took people’s orders, day and night. You were financially struggling so you requested to have a few full day shifts which wasn’t hard to obtain at all. James would come in on a slow day just to have a nice chat with you. Today was a little bit different.

You were about to close the cafe after having only a few customers. Since it wasn’t officially time to close yet, you just settled with wiping down the tables. The little bell rang as somebody entered the cafe. Expecting James, you turn around with a smile.

“Hey–” You cut short and freeze after seeing who it was.

It was Dan.

“I’d like us to talk for a bit.” He said while sitting down on the small couch by the table you were cleaning.

You awkwardly and shyly sat down next to him. You said nothing as no words came to your head.

“It’s just like the first day we met.” He smiled, presumably thinking back to that day, about five years ago. You were still at a loss for words.

“I’ve never apologized for the way I acted, even after three years which was stupid of me. I’m truly sorry for everything I did. I messed up badly. I’d like for us to, perhaps start over. Maybe it would feel different after three years. So, what do you think?” Dan suggested.

“I think I would like that.” You smile.

Wally/Artemis || Winter Heat

Fandom: Young Justice

Rating: T (suggestive language and some content)

Length: 18,500

Summary: AU where Artemis and Wally are voice actors whose job description includes being awesome partners in the booth and nothing but bickering entertainment for their friends outside it. Kissing was never supposed to be a part of their routine.

A/N: Loosely inspired by this charming video of Jason Spisak (and Stephanie Lemelin, but mostly Jason) recalling the recording of the first Artemis/Wally kiss. At first. Originally written into Sarcatt’s askbox (but it was, like, six times shorter and not written nearly half half as good and missing a bunch of scenes, so I definitely recommend this even if you read the first version). A big thanks to Hezpeller for beta reading and providing encouragement!

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anonymous asked:

Sterek Greek Mythology AU - Penelope!Stiles & Ulysses!Derek

Scott and Derek go on a pack bonding mission to Utah, and Stiles kisses Derek goodbye, claps Scott on the back, and goes to class. 

Scott comes back a week later, and Derek doesn’t. 

“What do you mean he’s been held up?”

“‘M’not sure,” Scott chews on a fry, “The alpha was really taken with him.”

“Taken with him,” Stiles hisses, “Some hot, fantastic, super strong and agile alpha is taken with the dude I’ve been seeing for less than two months, and you let him stay there?! I’d only just started staying over, dude! I’m not—”

He hadn’t even meant to let Derek get so under his skin, hadn’t wanted to become so attached, hell, he’d resisted the way he’d felt for almost a year because of just this kind of scenario. Someone better and hotter comes along and Derek leaves him. Stiles ends up alone with a bunch of cats. 

“Yeah,” Scott says drily, “She’s eighty nine and been bonded with her husband for nearly five decades, but she totally wanted to jump Derek’s bones.” He pulls a face at the very idea, and Stiles socks him on the shoulder. 

“Hey! Derek is a very hot commodity I’ll have you know. He’s irritating and bossy, sure—”

“You’re really selling him here, man.”

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anonymous asked:

wow that's a very amazing inspirational post on procrastinating/motivation! it's all true. while reading your post, i remembered how i used to study. i understood how you said it was second to nature. i get it. but just as i said, it's how i 'used to'. i was like that in high school but i messed it up big time in college i don't know how to bring that back. i feel like every sec of studying is a waste. it's not what i want. i always ask why im doing those. i wonder how i ended up like this :/

Welcome to I-used-to-be-a-really-good-student-and-everyone-told-me-I-was-smart-but-now-I’m-not-and-I’m-super-lost Anonymous!

There are surprisingly many of us, but fear not - if my life is any indication, you can always rise up and join the ranks of Holy-what-I’m-enjoying-studying-again-and-I-also-get-good-grades-this-is-amazing-but-I’m-sure-I’m-gonna-mess-it-up-like-last-time-and-end-up-in-a-mental-ditch-again-haha-ha-ha-….
So yeah, that fear always remains, but you will be able to enjoy studying again and well, that’s what really counts, right?

Now to get to your question: How did you end up like this?

Well, I’m basing this on my own experiences, so this might not be universal, but as far as I can tell people tend to idolize (or demonify) people that they cannot reach (or don’t understand). This is pretty natural if you’re on the idolizing side, like, there is this guy in my Analysis class who’s just whoa, I mean, dude, you’re never gonna read this, but

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and I admire you. And that admiration helps me, the admirer, because it inspires me. But if you’re on the idolized side, it can turn into a really icky situation really easily.

Step 1: Becoming the “smart kid”
If you like studying and get good grades (maybe even straight A’s), people automatically sort you into the “smart” category and will soon start treating you like you know everything. Teachers have higher expectations for you, classmates are actually disappointed if you cannot help them with a problem, if you have anything less than a 100% people start looking at you worriedly - it’s a whole different universe in which you have to perform on a super high level all the time.
You don’t enjoy this status (at least not in the beginning, where, when people tell you “Ah, I’m sure you understand this”, you go “Haha, no -

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”), but you also don’t want to lose it. You don’t want to be dumb. You’re the smart one in class, that’s your role now, that’s who you are. Take that away, what are you? The girl who was once smart? The guy who broke in 6th grade and has been underperforming ever since? The child prodigy? The ex-whiz kid? The fallen genius?
So you keep up this role, you embrace it, when someone asks you a question and you don’t know the answer, you beat yourself up for it and tell yourself that you have to be better, that you have to know more and you put so much work into it, even more than before, and sure enough, at some point you’re running far, far ahead of the rest of the class and when someone’s like “Wow, you’re really smart”, you give a semi- humble answer, but inside you think you deserve this, you’ve put in way more work than anybody else, you know this stuff and you think

“Yeah, duh, I’m a genius”

while even further down your anxiety to fail and fall is blazing hot and bright.

Step 2: Becoming the “smart” kid

You’ll never know everything and you’ll never be good enough and you know it, while you’re pretending otherwise. You’re a liar. People call you the smart kid in class, but you know there’s so much you don’t know and if they knew they would think you are stupid and they would ostracise you and no, no, no, you know this won’t happen, you know it’s not true, but the fear is there and you spiral down further and further along this slide of imperfection, until one day-

you reach the tipping point. A test is coming up, and you’re all tensed up and you want, you NEED to succed, to prove to yourself that you can do this, that you’re smart, that you’re functional, and you know it’s just a test, but it’s more than just a test, it’s to prove that you can navigate this world logically and understand it, that you’re not wading in darkness, that you have the ability to make sense of it, that you get it, but it’s been too much pressure for too long and there’s this voice inside of you that rises up and takes you gently by the shoulder and gently whispers in your ear


because you are so tensed up that you’re about to snap and you NEED. A. FREAKING. BREAK. OKAY

So you take a step back.
You look at the situation objectively. You’ve paid attention in class, you have a pretty good idea of what’s gonna be on the test and even if you don’t study now, you’re so far ahead that you’ll still get a kinda good grade. So what do you do?


For once, you do nothing. This can be a conscious decision or it can happen gradually and subconsciously, like when you find yourself wondering

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 ”For how long have I been doing this now?”, “this” being “not studying” and most likely “spending time on the internet”. This is a defence mechanism - it opens the door to a world of easy enjoyment that needs little to no input from you. I’m not judging - this doesn’t mean it’s bad entertainment. Who doesn’t like YouTube? Or, well, tumblr? It just means that you need a break from being you, because, right now, being you is super exhausting.

So you write your test the next day. Maybe you feel guilty and like you should have studied. Maybe you feel finally free. Maybe you think of it as an interesting experiment. Whatever it is, there are two ways from here on out:

1) You flunk the test
2) You own the test

1) is a possibility, but most likely it’s 2). And that’s the problem right there-  it becomes obvious to you (consciously or subconsciously) that you are so far ahead, you could live the good life (= doing everything but studying) for quite some time without falling behind. Which leads to

Step 3: Sailing along (or “The Konata Phase”)

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Seem familiar? See, the thing is that the internet or books or games or sports aren’t bad, but once you stop spending time on studying, it’s really hard to get back into it. The longer you wait, the harder it will be. And at some point, be it in 3 weeks, next grade or once you start college/university, it will hit you that, not only are you not far ahead of the class, you are actually starting to fall behind.
You’re not used to it anymore. You’ve built smooth routine highways for your neurons when it comes to your hobbies (like, you know exactly when this new episode is gonna come out and you already have a lay-out for your new drawing), but when it comes to studying, you’re facing the void.
You’ve established a certain lifestyle for yourself and re-introducing studying into that lifestyle is no smaller feat than literally changing your life.
How did you find time for homework again? When are you supposed to revise? No Angry Birds in class anymore? A healthy sleeping rhythm can be purchased where again?

But you do have to study. So, the fat’s in the fire now. Are you gonna change your life or are you gonna “meh” it?

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Step 4: “Meh”-ing it

I think that’s where you could be right now. You’re studying, but you don’t enjoy it. You do your homework, but only just enough. It’s a duty, not a pleasure. You’re not as productive as in Step 2 and not as carefree as in Step 3. It’s just “meh” all around. Seem familiar?

As for how you can break out of it? x might help and it might also be the topic of the second I-was-once-a-good-student Anonymous meeting (if there is one), because this post is already fat-house-cat-sized.

I hope I could help you and I’m sure you can break out of there.

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Under the Weather (1/6) [Wash, Maine, ensemble]

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Wash, Maine, and Project Freelancer. Sometimes the only constant is the rain.

The first time he meets a Freelancer, it’s in the pouring rain.

David is standing knee-deep in the mud of the battlefield, swaying on his feet, blood and rainwater streaming through gashes in his bodysuit. The Freelancers look strange and garish against that bleak backdrop, one in teal armor, the other in improbably spotless white. The woman in teal’s been talking to him, telling him about reassignment and promotions and experimental programs. Telling him he’s been selected, her own proud anticipation seeping into the word. Telling him that this is a rare honor.

He stares up at her, way up—she’s still solid in her footing while he’s mired in the muck. He tries to remember how to loosen his grip on the stock of his rifle, how to clear his throat and speak instead of barking orders. Field promotion. Rest of his unit’s command center wiped out. Not so much leading as desperately holding position. Four days, maybe five, no relief in sight, and then the Freelancers come charging in, sending the Covies packing.

It took the two of them less than an hour to do it.

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By Organization for Transformative Works

From a prompt by @hoppinwildely

Judy knew it was courteous to wait, but she was so hungry, and the cucumbers had just the right amount of seasoning, and there was enough here that she ought to be able to stretch it out for the whole meeting.

Still, she was halfway through her salad before there was a touch of familiar presence at her side, and she looked over to see Nick Wilde grinning down at her progress.

“You said noon.”

Judy made a salad-muffled noise of surprise and protest and hopped off her patio seat to hug him hello. Nick raised his own food clear of her ears.

“Okay, Carrots. Okay. Not even going to let me eat my own lunch first?”

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so uh, I did a thing.

This started off as a constant thought bubble I’d play out before going to sleep; more or less just Bonnie not being able to sleep and going into Kai’s room but - the story took on a life of its own and has nothing to do with what I still picture before I sleep lmao BUT I WROTE A THING FOR YOU GUYS. it’s not smutty by any means, I gotta work my way up to that.



Hallways; It seems like that’s all there is in this house, long corridors leading to more corridors and a door in every place you look. I turn down the up-teenth hall and pause, an acute awareness that something is not right. Why am I wandering around the house? Am I looking for someone – is someone looking for me? I glance behind me as I pick up my pace and shake off the wariness, my mind kicking into overdrive. One by one I open each door, kicking in the one’s that are locked to see if there’s anyone on the other side. Just as I’m ready to kick in the last door I see a light go out where I was first standing – encasing that small portion of the room in utter darkness. I felt my breathing start to quicken, goosebumps breaking out across my arms as the next light went out, then the next. I break into a full sprint to the end of the hall rearing around the corner that leads to the staircase when I came face to face with another hall. I look down towards the end and it seems like it’s getting farther and farther away. I glance back over my shoulder and realize there are only a couple of lights lit with the darkness approaching fast. I get one last look before I take off when fear closes my throat and locks me in place, from within the shadows someone is staring back at me.

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