breaking out of frame


PSA: Thace has a cute face ^3^

Moon sextile or trine Uranus

Preferring to live in an open and accepting manner, you encourage others to “be themselves” with an attitude that anything goes and a fondness for the unusual and unconventional. As a parent, you may be quite open with your children, and encouraging the same in them. You aim to be friends with them. In fact, you are like this with most people you meet–you treat others as equals regardless of their status or position. You detest stuffiness, showiness, and pretense, and you will often do or say something that will break others out of an overly serious frame of mind. You are spontaneous, funny, perceptive, and a little quirky

I don’t have any problem understanding why people flunk out of college or quit their jobs or cheat on each other or break the law or spray-paint walls. A little bit outside of things is where some people feel each other. We do it to replace the frame of family. We do it to erase and remake our origins in their own images. To say, I too was here.
—  Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water
  • Alyssa: TOM GIVE ME THe FUcKINg COoKiE
  • Mot: Tom, Alyssa- Why don't you share the cookie? Just break it into two equal hal-
  • Alyssa: *kicks Tom out of frame, cookie unscathed in her hands* SURVIVAL OF tHe FITTEST MOTHERFUCKER
  • Dianite & Mot: That' a girl
  • Tom: *screeches* TTTRRRIIIAAALLL
Memory Item #15: Roll of Duct Tape

another suggestion by @fireflies-and-flashlights!! I’m kinda glad how this turned out haha

Oh again? The window’s frame is breaking apart again. I wish I actually had a hammer and some nails so this wouldn’t be an issue, but those things would be too heavy to carry when you’re constantly moving around.

But it hasn’t been like that in the longest of time. This marks the fourth day that I’ve been stuck in this shabby house because of the cold winter weather. I didn’t want to freeze so I’ve been hiding away here, and the duct tape is the only thing that I managed to find the moment I found out the window doesn’t hold up well.

Just gotta get back to fixing up this window. The sound of the sticky tape ripping away from the rest of the roll agitates me. It seems like this is the only sound I ever hear anymore. Sometimes there would be the rustling of something in the distance from the rushing wind, but nothing more than that. All just white noise. I had spoken to myself sometimes, but to me, even that just made the situation look more dire, and with my spirits, I prefer not to continue down that road. So, all there is for me is the white noise that seemed only to annoy me rather than be comforting.

I had wondered if it was because of time or if the house had always been like this that the house seemed run down. I could only imagine that it was due to time, as the same has happened to me. Constantly wandering about in this world, in search for any possible signs of life. What a foolish thought of mine, isn’t it? To think after all this time, there’d be someone out there still. A broken thought that lacked any logic to it. All that thought was is a fake hope I have created to fill the void from the lack of anything in my life now. Something that I had thought would keep me going, but here I am, stuck in this house during the winter. The thought slowly dissipates from me.

So then, maybe staying in this house isn’t so bad. It’s almost fitting for someone like me.

A sting in my hand. A cramp moreso. From all the times I had tried to fix the house. When I look at my hand, there are beads of red oozing from my hand and a tiny sliver of wood stuck in it. Ah, I guess I’m not fit for this place either then.

anonymous asked:

What are the pros and cons of "street fighting"? Like no formal training, somewhat self taught, and for surviving. Can this apply to sword fighting? I'm writing about a character who has formal training but also learned street fighting because they saw some value in it and they find it unpredictable

Since these questions come up a lot, we have tags for #street fighting and #untrained fighter.

It’s worth pointing out that street fighting is just fighting, there’s nothing special associated with it and the idea that it’s unpredictable is… untrue. The true moral of Fight Club is that Fight Club is a stupid expression of toxic masculinity that is worth nothing. Getting beat up a lot doesn’t make you a better fighter. It will give you an endorphin high and sell you on the illusion of your own toughness.

Street fighting is extremely predictable, especially from self-taught fighters. This is because self-taught fighters have a limited move set. A move set that is limited to what they’ve seen in practice by someone else. Today, this means what you see on on television. Whether that’s professional boxing, UFC, WWE, or someone trying to ape the moves of a Hollywood action star like Bruce Lee, Jet Li, Jackie Chan, Chuck Norris, etc.

An untrained swordfighter is even more screwed than untrained hand to hand because sword combat on the street is called dueling and they practice that in the salle.

Your character would actually be more unpredictable via seeking out secondary instruction from “practical” aka practical application or more street minded sources. This can be police self-defense, training in forms like Krav Maga, and others that focus on teaching your character to use what they’ve learned in their studio out in the real world.

The techniques don’t change, but the mentality does.

For a character who has formal training, they’re going to re-learn to use what they already know in a new environment where the stakes are higher. The difference between a recreational martial art and a practical one is what you’re training for rather than the techniques themselves. Changing from one to the other involves changing how your perspective on your environment and learning to evaluate threats as opposed to simply focusing on technique and training for sport or spiritual enlightenment.

All martial arts training revolves around survival on some level.

For a character to “train” in “street fighting”, they’d have to go out and fight on the street. This would involve taking their life in their hands and risking it for… what, exactly? They saw value in going out to beat up/get beat up by random strangers at a bar, in a Fight Club style set up, or something similar to backyard wrestling rings.

This character isn’t actually learning a new fighting style. They’re taking what they know out into the real world to test it. (An act which will get you evicted from most martial arts studios if they catch you, especially if you’re a minor.)

The “unpredictability” of street fighters comes from the fact that most people can’t predict when a fight is about to break out. They don’t see it. They don’t get in the frame of mind for it. They see the aftermath, after the first punch is thrown, and are stuck mentally playing catch up as they’re getting pounded.

The average street fight lasts less than thirty seconds.

Those first few milliseconds at the beginning of a fight are crucial, as is your frame of mind before the first punch is thrown. Getting yourself into the right mindset, ready to defend, and ready to fight means that you’re not going to be blindsided when the time comes to go.

That is the unpredictability of street fighters, though. They’ve learned that the first one to the punch usually wins, they’ve learned that the most aggressive fighter is the successful one. So, they to take the initiative, blindside, and pound. By the time the other person mentally catches up, the fight’s over and they’re either broken on the ground or dead.

“Unpredictable” is just code for “I didn’t expect that”. It isn’t a mystical state that is forever surprising. Through time and experience, the unpredictable becomes predictable for the individual. For the same technique to continue being unpredictable, you need to consistently perform it on those who’ve never seen it before. The street fighter illusion will fall apart fairly quickly because, when you’re working from the basis of the self-taught, street fighting isn’t that complex.

Those with formal training benefit from not only their own experiences, but the experience of their instructors, their instructors’ instructors, and everything else that comes with a martial that has survived for multiple generations. It’s a battle against a multitude of experiences, against a co-operative effort.

I will point out again that combat is a science and utilizes science as a means to kill people. It isn’t part of human nature and natural instinct, it is specifically designed to exploit them.

Street fighting is fighting in an uncontrolled environment, where the risks are higher due to the lack of protections and harm is assured.


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Magic Design History - Card Frames Part 1

Today my mind wandered back to a comment that was once thrown at Mark Rosewater circa Theros, about how every block since Zendikar has had a distinct visual cue that was new and unique to the block. I believe they were talking about Eldrazi, but it might have been Level Up creatures.

This really got me thinking, and in that thinking I realized that with the introduction of the “Modern” card frame, no block has really gone by without some kind of innovation or visual cue. Admittedly, there are some years that were weaker than others, but what I would like to show today is just how much the visual part of this game has been evolving over the last 13 years.

The change from the Scourge template to the one used in Eighth Edition was huge when it happened, many people I knew said they would refuse to continue to play with the new face. In the long run, I believe this was a very good choice. In some ways reading old cards could be difficult, but the time Onslaught block was coming out, I would like to believe they had gotten most of the template bugs out. There was a few quirks, like the White and Artifact cards looking visually similar on the table, but these were worked out during Mirrodin block.

The major stylistic gimmick of the Champions of Kamigawa block was the flip cards. Meant to represent a creature going from one state to another, the cards were split in half, with the art being placed in the center and designed to be two different pictures based on the prospective.

Honestly, for the time, this wasn’t a bad idea in my opinion. It’s hard enough as it is to represent a card with two states, because you want to show the cooler of the two (see Threshold), but that leaves you with a non-intuitive piece if the end state doesn’t match well with the beginning state.

It is important to point that Mirrodin block had no gold card, Magic Design at the time believed it was correct to deprive environments of elements as to make it really exciting when it returned. They would later realize this made rotation have far less effect on decks than they might have intended (see Affinity). What this meant in the larger sense was that we didn’t see the modern template for gold cards until Betrayers of Kamigawa with Genju of the Realm, and that was the only card! With it we got our first look into how modern frames might handle multicolored cards.

Ravnica was a hallmark for many things in Magic’s history; the first real block with Block Planning involved, the introducing ally and enemy pairings names - whoich we commonly use today, introducing hybrid mana and giving us the first use of watermarks in a black-bordered set. It’s the last two that presented themselves via visual cues. With an asterisk next to Genju of the Realm, this was the first time we’d seen a multicolored frame, but with Hybrid, we got a sort of “what if?” for how multi-colored cards could have looked.

I actually believe that had they hit on this color mixing “technology” during Invasion, they would have used this for two-color cards.

This leaves us with the watermarks, the crests of each of the ten guilds of Ravnica. By just fanning out the cards in a pack, you had a visual sense of the guilds and even some of their flavor, taking the Dimir as an example, their crest very much evoked the idea of The Illuminati. This, I think, was one subtle attribute that helped give Ravnica is extremely lasting legacy.

Our next block, Time Spiral, brought us two deviations from the typical card frame; an alternate timeline frame (which I prefer) and the futureshifted frame. As it turns out, the futureshifted frame was also an alternate timeline, as Mark Rosewater has since said that the dynamic difference was actually problematic. Either way, once again, Wizards was flirting with what they could do with the space on the front face of a Magic card.

Our next innovation almost feels like cheating, Planeswalkers. During Lorwyn block we got a completely new and completely disconnected flavor-wise card type and with it came a new face to Magic cards. They were a little weird, the art breaks out of the frame, they had plus and minus signs and no written explanation as to how they worked or what anything meant.

They would become part of every following block, but this is where they first started.

Possibly my weakest argument (spoilers, it’s tied), Alara block played it pretty safe in terms of messing with the card frame when it gave us colored artifacts for the first time (in mass). This was really a very slight change, but worthy in my mind to at least highlight.

While we are on the topic of Alara, some would make the case that each shard should have had a watermark. While a visual to link shard together (besides the environmental art cues) would have been nice, from a flavor point-of-view the shards had no use for an iconic “seal,” as they were introduced with no knowledge of each other.

Next we move on to Zendikar, where this all started. The look of completely colorless cards wouldn’t really be perfected in my mind until Battle for Zendikar. To me, this criticism is not unlike the my earlier point about Mirrodin having a small issue with White permanents and artifacts, further experience fleshed the look out. These cards looked visually stunning the first time you held them in your hand, before the art didn’t bleed into as much of the card as this, it was a marquee mechanic that was completely worth it.

Like I said, I’m not sure what was more bizarre in Rise of the Eldrazi, actually getting colorless frames or Level Up frames. I know which was more successful though.

With that I would like to wrap-up for the night and push the second half of this article to tomorrow. I will be touching on the remainder of Magic’s history with it’s card frames as we hit Scars of Mirrodin block all the way through to Battle for Zendikar!

Until next time, thanks and enjoy.

anonymous asked:

Kagami, number 42: I swear it was an accident.

Guess who’s in an angsty mooooooood?

“Wait, ____, please wait!”

But you didn’t want to give Kagami the sanctification of you staying. Wait for what? To hear how he got those kissed bruises on his neck and chest? All you wanted was out of the house.

“____, please just-”

“Let go of me!” you cried, shaking your wrist our of Kagami’s hold. He flinched to see your eyes filled with hate and tears. The bruises on his neck suddenly felt more like venom than bites. Especially when you stared at them, but it didn’t last long when you turned to leave. “Don’t follow me.”

Kagami ran in front of you, blocking the front door. He was desperate, you could see that. But your heart. Your heart was in so much pain. You could feel it pulling apart, the bleeding was there. It hurt so much.

“Please, move, Taiga. I… I can’t even look at you,” you cried silently. You just wanted out. How could you look at Kagami when his skin was tainted by lips that weren’t yours?

You tried to turn away from Kagami as he attempted to hold your face. Even when you shook your head and dodged him, his hands still cupped your face, making you look into his eyes. Kagami tried for the words. He tried for any. I love you. Please don’t leave me. Let me explain.

“I swear it was an accident,” Kagami managed to say. His throat was thinning, barely any air could get through. If you two weren’t close, you couldn’t really hear him.

But that wasn’t enough. That answer wasn’t enough. How dare Kagami cry. Why is he crying when he betrayed you?

“It was an accident. Really?” you seethed. “Letting another woman kiss you is an accident?”

You shook your head out of Kagami’s grasp and walked the other way. Kagami watched you pacing the room, confused. He didn’t know what to do, or let alone say. All he knew was he wanted to fix this, he wanted you to stay. “____?”

Just hearing his voice made your fingers go on fire. You looked at the picture of you two on the beach, smiling and Kagami holding you from behind, and you launched it at Kagami. Just in time to see it come at him, Kagami ran out of its way, letting the picture frame break against the door. Hearing the glass crack, Kagami looked to the picture then you.

“That was an accident, huh Taiga? I didn’t mean to throw our picture, but hey. It was an accident!” You turned and found another picture. One second it was on the side table and next thing you knew it was thrown against the wall.

“____, stop!”

“Sorry, Taiga. I didn’t mean to throw those, they were accidents!” you yelled, the tears just falling.

Your anger erupted throughout your body and you just grabbed whatever to throw at Kagami. Another picture frame, a pillow, the throw on the couch, a stuffed bear he won you at a carnival, anything. But Kagami would dodge it. He could avoid these, but he couldn’t avoid the girl that was kissing him? He couldn’t dodge a hot girls lips against his skin? He couldn’t dodge a girl throwing herself at him? He could dodge you but not her?

“____, stop!” Kagami shouted, grabbing onto your wrists.

“Let go of me!” you shouted back. You broke out of Kagami’s grasp and slapped his cheek. There was a moment of silence after hearing your skin’s slap against each other. Kagami didn’t move, he just let his cheek sting. And you let everything spill. “You! You stop! Stop lying to me! Stop telling me it was an accident! Stop telling me to wait! You stop, Taiga!”

You walked out the door without Kagami saying another word.

The phone rang loudly in the dark. Aomine couldn’t hold back his grunt as he answered the phone. “Whoever this is, do you know how-”

“Daiki,” you whimpered.

Aomine’s eyes shot open as he sat up. “____? What’s wrong?”

There was only your whimpers and cries on the other line. Aomine walked out his room and into the kitchen. He was just mindlessly working now, making coffee. When he read the clock, it said 4:09 AM. Aomine waited for your cries to settle. “Can I come over?”

Aomine couldn’t hold back from his eyes widening. This was a bad idea. If you were planning to come here, that meant Kagami did something.

“What did Kagami do?” Aomine asked.

“Please, Daiki. Can I… Can I just come over?” Aomine could just picture you crying in the street, you wiping away at your tears.

Aomine closed his eyes as he sighed. “Where are you? I’ll come get you.”

After you gave Aomine your destination, he heard a click of a door as he was ready to leave. Aomine looked back to see Momoi wiping her eyes as she walked out her room. “Dai-chan? Where are you going?”

“I’ll be back. I need to get… What did you do last night?” Aomine asked bewildered. He was used to Momoi in her cami top and extremely short shorts to sleep in. He wasn’t used to kiss marks all over her neck and chest.

“Huh? Oh uh…” Momoi’s voice trailed off as she slapped her hands over her neck. She wouldn’t look Aomine in the eye. Must have been an ugly guy or something. “It was just a silly fun night. Nothing big. Where are you going so late?”

“____ needs me to get her. I think her and Kagami are fighting, so-”

“Daiki, no wait!” Momoi blurted out. How did she dart so fast from the other side of the living room to the front door?

“W-What?! What’s wrong with you?!” Aomine asked, startled. He tried releasing his arm from Momoi’s hold, but he began to panic and hold on tighter. “S-Satsuki, let go! What’s-”

“Don’t get ____-chan!”

“What, why not?! She needs me!”

“I know you’re in love with her, Dai-chan, but she can’t see me!”

“Why not?! You were probably going to be…” But then Aomine looked at Momoi’s marked neck again. They were kissed bruises, he wasn’t dumb. “What did you and Kagami do?”

“Dai-chan, please… Please don’t-”

But Aomine shook off Momoi off his arm. “I’m getting her. And you’re going to tell me what the fuck happened between you two after she leaves.”

Aomine slammed the door behind him as he left.


Both Spencer and the reader wear glasses but they are always wearing contacts. So one day they go to work with their glasses and is the same frame and Garcia freaks out, saying that they are so cute.

I can do this one!  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

(Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Epilogue)

The night had been long and arduous.

You and your husband had yet another fight about your work hours, stating that he didn’t “quite know” what he was getting in to with your transfer.

And that’s when you called bullshit.

You rattled off all of your conversations verbatim, and he soon realized that the trait he fell in love with you for was now the one producing ammunition.

Your eidetic memory went from something that turned him on to something that made him leave.

As you sat in the living room, staring off at the blank television, you hear him drag his suitcases behind him.

“You could do it, you know,” he mumbles.

“Do what,” you sigh as a statement.

“Put in for a transfer back to your old job.  We could have the life we wanted again,” he whimpers.

“I love this job,” you state robotically.

“But I thought you loved me,” he whispers.

Closing your eyes as a tear falls down your cheek, you draw in a ragged breath, glancing over at the clock that ticked just past 1 am.

“And that’s why you’re leaving,” you sigh as you turn around, facing his reddened cheeks and puffy eyes as you sniff and rub your nose against your arm.

“I shouldn’t have to choose between the two,” you beg, your brow furrowing as your lip begins to tremble.

“I’ll tell my mom you say ‘Hello’,” he says as he reaches for the doorknob.

And as your husband leaves you in your house, alone and in the dark, you look over at the table where the signed divorce papers were sitting, realizing that he had taken them with him.

Hearing your phone buzz, you reach for it on the side table as you flip it open, sighing when you see it’s your now ex-husband.

I’m sorry we couldn’t make it work thru the separation period.  I’ll send the guys for the furniture we agreed I would have.

Setting the phone down and tugging at your itching contacts, you put your face in your hands and rubbed your eyes as you realized your fate.

It was official.

You were now alone.


Stepping in to the elevator as you smother the last of your powder on your face, you sigh as you adjust your thick black-rimmed glasses, exhausted from the evening before as you sent a message to the boys saying you wouldn’t be home all day today.

They were planning on coming and getting his half of the furniture.

Placing your phone in your go-bag as the elevator dings, you cling to your coffee cup as you step off of the elevator.

“Oh…my god,” you hear Garcia yelp as she comes shuffling over to you.

“No way!” she squeals, clapping her hands together as she takes your left arm, dragging you in to the main room without so much as a pause to drop your bag.

“Look, everyone!” she says, shoving you beside Spencer as she ushers between the two of you.

“Look at how cute they are!” she yelps.

Grimacing as you wiggle your finger in your ear, you glance up at Spencer as you realize what she’s talking about.

You two have the same glasses frames.

“Heh,” you say, a weak smile breaking out on your face as you point between yours and Spencer’s face, “Great minds, huh?”

“You look nice in them,” he says, a light smile drifting across his cheeks.

“Oh, I look like a nerd,” you say, adjusting them as you squint, realizing you probably need to update your prescription.

“I think you look quite nice,” he says with mock dignity, puffing his chest out as he chuckles to himself.

Feeling your expression slowly drop as Garcia drones on and on about the other things that match between the two of you, like your eidetic memories and your love of classical music and books, Morgan steps in and pats you on the back, exclaiming something about those things being the reason the two of you are partners or whatever.

You couldn’t get your mind off of the fact that Spencer was staring you down.

Watching him study your face, you blank for a second before you watch his eyes trail down your body, settling on your left hand where the outline of your wedding ring glares like a deer in headlights.

Swallowing hard as you feel your throat constrict, you avoid his gaze as you turn back towards Garcia, her smile radiant as you give her a hug.

“You are always so refreshing to see,” you say, giving her a light kiss on your cheek.

“So are you, doll,” she says, shooting Spencer a look as he looks at you with his worried glance, “so are you.”

“Well,” you say as you set your bag down in the middle of the floor, “gotta go find the boss man,” you say, widening your eyes in mock surprise as you turn for the steps.

And as Spencer and Garcia step together, their shoulders bumping as they watch you sloppily ascend the steps, Garcia looks over at Spencer and asks, “Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” he says, shaking his head, “no, you didn’t say anything wrong.”


Stepping in to Hotch’s office, he ushers you to sit down as you clear your throat, feeling the tears burn the back of your eyes as your gaze stays glued to his name tag on his desk.

“Is there something the matter?” Hotch asks, his hands crossed and leaning forward on his desk.

“I uh…need to update my paperwork,” you say lowly.

Furrowing his brow as he slowly reaches for a drawer, he rifles through the files before pulling yours out, flipping it open on his desk as he takes out a pen.

“Alright.  What needs changing?” he asks.

“My last name,” you say, barely above a whisper.

Watching him pause, his gaze slowly drifting back up to yours, he swallows hard as his eyes bore a hole into your forehead, your gaze at his desk instead of his face.

“Y/N,” he says.

“Yes, sir?” you ask.

“Look at me.”

Slowly raising your gaze up to his face, you find the soft face of Aaron rather than the stern brooding of your boss.

Hearing him sigh as he puts his pen down, he gets up and goes over to the window, pulling the blinds as he walks over to the filing cabinet behind you.

Hearing him rifle through papers, he places a stack of 5 or 6 in front of you as he hands you a pen.

“You can get everything done in one sitting,” he says.

“W-what…?” you ask.

“If you want to revert back to your maiden name, that’s fine.  But before I can change it in your file, it has to change in some other places.”

Nodding slowly as you take his pen, you rifle through the Social Security Card paperwork, your driver’s license paperwork, your passport paperwork, and a few other things as well.

Feeling your eyes fill with tears as they cascade down your cheeks, you feel Hotch sit beside you as he reaches out and squeezes your trembling hand.

“If you need time off, take it,” he urges.

Shaking your head, you draw a ragged breath.

“This job is all I have left to keep me stable,” you breathe.

“Wrong,” he says, leaning in to you as you slowly look over to him.

“You have all of us,” he smiles weakly, his hand migrating to your back as he rubs it reassuringly.

And as you turn your head back to the paperwork, you feel yourself raising your pen as you place it to the paper, watching as your former life melts away, giving birth to a new one that you so desperately wanted to live.


As you seal your paperwork in the manila envelope Hotch had given you, you walk it over to Strauss who promised it would get into the hands of the right people, and that she would try to pull some strings so that you could have your badge changed and in your hands by the end of the month.

Looking out towards the main room, you see everyone watching you warily, knowing that Spencer had latched on and probably informed everyone as to your “change in status.”

Walking down the steps as you make your way to your desk, you sit as Spencer picks your bag up and brings it to your side, sitting down in the free chair beside you as you stare off into the abyss of your work area.

And as you feel his hand reach out and encompass yours, the warmth making your arms tremble as you feel his finger outstretch and run itself back and forth over the outline of your nonexistent wedding ring, you swallow hard as he leans into you and mumbles, “I really like your glasses.”


*breaks down door*


*barges into crowded room*


*screams at strangers*


*flips table*


*throws chair*


*jumps out window and runs off into the distance*

fic recs march - may 2015

* = favorites

** = absolute favorites


always one foot on the ground  47k ** The Valentines Day themed AU where Liam and Zayn won’t leave Louis alone about his policy against dating, Louis enlists Harry on the fake boyfriends adventure of a lifetime, and Niall is not above bribing everyone with food to get what he wants.

Outwit, Outplay, Outlast  60k ***  A Survivor All-Stars AU in which Harry and Louis are just in this game to win the million dollars, but they end up with something better.

nobody shines the way you do  115k  Louis pretends to be Harry’s boyfriend to help him win back his douchebag ex-boyfriend, but things don’t go according to plan.

hand over  60k ‘Twenty one things to try before 21,’ he reads aloud, voice lilting with amusement.

Love Is A Rebellious Bird  134k  AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

one shots:

(your heartbeat) rang true inside my bones  32K **  Harry goes as Louis’ date for a weekend wedding. He ends up taking the role a bit too seriously.

i’ll be yours to keep  17k  louis should’ve thought a lot more about who he said his fake boyfriend is, especially since he and his “significant other” kinda hate each other. most of the time.

fast like fuck slow  8k  Miami, 2013; Harry gets fucked for the first time (ZARRY)

my kingdom for a kiss (tonight you’re on my mind)  30k ** The one where Zayn and Louis make a friendly wager and it goes too far, Harry’s a baker with a heart of gold and really great hair, Liam is an overworked PA who just wants to enjoy his holiday and Niall is completely at ease, as always. An accidentally married AU mixed with a splash of modern royalty.

(scream my name) i’ll make you mine  3k I want to fuck you, right here, with Harry right next to us, and I want to hear you scream my name and wake him up so he knows that you’re mine - not his. (ZIAM/ZARRY)

Temporary Tattoos, Hotel Hearts, Horizon Homes  17k *  Louis is just 18 and ends up in 2015 for one day at Harry’s request, one day to make sure his spirit is strong and hopeful enough to take him to the X Factor and end him up where he’s supposed to be. Aka, the one where Harry makes sure Louis knows how amazing he is.

read you for some kind of poem  11k Louis is human, and Harry is lucky enough to be his vampire boyfriend.

A Little Trouble Never Hurt Nobody  13k  A Harry-centric ot5 orgy with spin the bottle (OT5)

Maybe With Me  14k **  Harry tries to help Niall hook up. Set during the American leg of the TMH tour. (NARRY)

Cool With It  3k  Zayn gives Harry the wrong idea. X-Factor era bungalow fic. (ZARRY)

You & You & I  3k** “Wait,” Niall says this time, taking a step closer. “Feel free to, I dunno, deck me if I’m wrong, but are you asking me in for a threesome?” “Jesus,” Liam hisses, looking around the empty hallway.  “Liam,” Niall says. It’s extremely important that Liam answer the question, because Niall’s just chubbed up. (NOPHIAM)

Indestructible  24k ** “Hi,” Harry murmurs, and Louis hiccups out a sob. “Hi,” he manages, still clutching onto Harry’s shoulders. Harry’s fingers drift across Louis’ cheeks, and there’s something off about Harry’s expression, but Louis can’t figure out what it is.“I’m okay,” Harry says, and Louis is going to say something to that, even if he doesn’t know what, except Harry’s kissing him. Louis freezes.

Except It Is  5k  He likes helping people, is all. He likes making people happy. A people pleaser, is what his mum called it. Harry doesn’t think she was talking about this, though.

Never Ever and Ever  4k  Harry loses a game of Never Have I Ever and starts a new game with Zayn. (ZARRY)

Trust In Your Dream  3k  Harry hits his head and wakes up in a world where he and Louis are not dating.

one of us must know (sooner or later)  11k   Ten years on, One Direction break up, make up, and - eventually - make out. (OT5)

reflex of our earthly frame  5k  Non-AU, Niall-focused smut with glimpses into how the OT5 relationship came into fruition. (OT5)

Left To Their Own Devices  16k *  In which Liam finally figures out they’re all a bit gay for each other, and various sexy hijinks ensue. (OT5)

but more than a feeling  12k **  Liam doesn’t mean to think about it over the next week. He doesn’t purposefully think it over, but the thought pops into his head at the oddest of times: bunging a sausage roll into the cart at the shop, stopping Loki from peeing on someone’s shoe at the park, climbing off the treadmill after working out, there’s that random thought of I could sleep with all of them, maybe at the same time. (OT5)

send one for my muse being caught in a storm with yours

            Despite the heavy rain and the resulting chaos around them, their laughter breaks out above the roll of thunder. Rivulets roll down his frame, sliding from a bent elbow to drip onto her helm in fat, heavy droplets—Lickety laughs as they duck under the arch of a boarded up building, a comment about his less than successful attempts at keeping her dry beneath his arm spoken beneath the giddy tittering.

“I tried!” The shove she recievees for her troubles would’ve pushed her back out into the rainfall if she hadn’t kept her grip on his arm. “You’re like a  l e e c h!

Ugh,” he swipes a servo over his slick aerial, “…was it my idea to come out in this? For rust flakes? Really?


Final Work


The topic I worked on for this assessment was ‘Erasure’. At the beginning when I first began working on this assessment, I thought of working on the erasure of text. However, I quickly lost interest in the topic and could not elaborate on any ideas other than crossing out words on already written text such as books. After giving up on this idea, I worked on my second idea, which was to erase the atmosphere with the reflection on a mirror.

I went to a dollar shop to buy a cheap mirror and I took it back home to take it out of the plastic frame and then break it into some shape that was not too big and rectangular but also not too small and crumbly I asked a person from my other class that did another assessment where she used broken mirrors how she broke her mirror. She said she just cut it with a pair of scissors. I struggled to get the mirror out of the plastic frame so I asked my dad to help me. I brought the mirror to class on Friday and tried to cut it with scissors but it didn’t work so I ended up breaking them by hand, but it also wasn’t that effective. When I took the mirror back home I left the mirror between a book inside my bag and walked around with it, treating it harshly. The mirror eventually broke into random pieces and I didn’t hate the shape of them.

When taking the photographs for the final works, I found it difficult to take them without getting the camera reflected on the mirror as well as having the mirror only what I want it to reflect as well as keeping it looking natural. I think this was because I didn’t have a proper model and because I was taking the photographs by myself and I only have two hands. I would like to further proceed this experiment in the future with a couple more people to help me with photographing. 

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