built to be driven

A little under five years ago, my high school classroom was crouched behind a table with the lights off. We were rapidly checking twitter and the news, trying to understand what was going on.

Rumors were flying about a kid bringing a gun to Newtown high, and at first, no one was too worried. Until the truth started being reported. Until we found out that, about ten minutes away from our homes, 26 people, most of which were young children, were brutally murdered.

After a few hours of lockdown, we were let out early. There were people crying on the streets. There were more police cars than I had ever seen in our little town. The school bus was filled with whispers and wide eyes as our peers were dropped off. I got home, was embraced by my mother, and started sobbing. While I never felt personally unsafe, it was an insurmountable thing to grasp, that my local community had been devastated by something so atrocious.

That Sunday at church, I had never seen the worship hall so full. Strangers were hugging each other, we were all grasping hands, and there were sobs let out that couldn’t be suppressed. As a fourteen year old who had never experienced a tragedy like this - I often felt numb. I didn’t know how to process it.

I thought about it every single day for the next few years. My friend’s little sister was a third grader at Sandy Hook, and as I became closer to her, my sorrow deepened. Like many of the other survivors, she had nightmares often, she was terrified of loud noises - and she was one of the lucky ones.

Everywhere I went, there was evidence of what happened. Almost every car had a green ribbon on it. Whenever I drove past the firehouse where the parents collected the survivors - I thought about those who desperately searched for their kid through the crowd - only to realize that they were not there. A student teacher at my school took a leave of absence - her mother was one of those who was killed. While I was filled with a deeper love for my community, and the way we came together during this tragedy, I was also filled with so much anger.

Almost five years since Sandy Hook - another mass shooting has occurred. More than twice the amount of people were killed. More communities will be mourning. More families will be devastated. So many more people will never ever be the same. And what has our nation done? What have we done to prevent these tragedies from happening? If you haven’t been a part of a community affected by a mass shooting, I can understand why you might think that guns are not the problem. If you haven’t seen the people you grew up with sobbing with grief, you won’t get it. If you haven’t driven by the newly built elementary school and seen the intense security around it - you won’t get it. If you haven’t seen the 26 candles that everyone lights in their driveways every December, you won’t get it. If you haven’t seen the empty classroom seats of the kids whose siblings didn’t make it - you won’t get it.

Yet there is something we CAN do to help. We can push for gun control. We can resist gun culture. We can fight against terrorism (yes - white terrorism too). I don’t want to get too political here, but please. If you care more about your right to bear arms than the lives of your fellow Americans, then I suggest you reevaluate your priorities.

It can be hard to know what it’s like to experience a mass shooting so close to home. And I’m lucky - while I know of people who were murdered, no one close to me was. My loved ones are safe. The same can’t be said for everyone.

So please - give some long hard thought as to what you can do to help. And work to make change. Thank you.

As both a story creator and a story consumer, I love bookends and circular themes; that is to say, I love it when a story is set up so that the ending is a parallel to the beginning. This is due to two parts:

1) history is constantly repeating; people live, love, fight, and die. A bookend story helps to reinforce this idea.

2) while history is constantly repeating, people can learn from previous mistakes. A good bookend story takes that idea and makes the ending smarter, better than the beginning was.

Take GoT for example, and more specifically: Jon/Sansa

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Prompt: batfam’s sis is graduating high school, and valedictorian & she is moving across the US for college & everyone is really upset & they have a big party for her & the League is invited & Bruce, Alfred, & the boys are on stage saying a bunch of fluff, but Bruce starts crying, & no one in the League has ever seen Batman cry so they’re kinda freaked out & feel awk!

AN: I went with the graduation theme, and I included a lot of fluff, but I didn’t involve the league or crying. I couldn’t find a valid reason for the league to be there, but I like how it turned out.

Words: 417

          You look out over your audience and take a deep breath. You’ve made more than one speech in your life, but this one is big. This one is personal. It isn’t some class project, or some assembly, this is graduation. The big one. So, you take a deep breath and as you look out into the audience you locate your family. Your father is there, and so are your brothers, and then you locate Alfred, and you suddenly have all the confidence in the world.

          “Failure is the act of not trying. This saying has been a constant in my house since I was born. In fact, I’ve been told that my father would tell me this when he was trying to get me to sleep through the night as an infant.” You pause for the chuckles, and give a soft smile before continuing.

          “That was the answer to every problem in my home, try harder, and when you’ve given all you’ve got, then you know you couldn’t have done better, and you can take satisfaction in that. As Thomas Edison said ‘I have not failed, I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.’ These quotes are what I have built my life on. These words have encouraged me, and helped keep me driven. The amazing thing is these are just some of the amazing things I have been told over the years. On top of these words there are the words of encouragement from my teachers, the conversations with friends, and expression of emotions that have moved me to tears. Words have the power to build us up, or tear us down. I pray that your own words would be ones that build others up. Words that encourage, and bring smiles to those around you.”

          You take another deep breath and move through the rest of your speech. When everything’s said and done you wander out into the bright light and locate your dad. He’s standing by himself, waiting for you.

          He smiles at you “The boys had to go. They were needed, but they wanted me to tell you that your speech was amazing.”

          You smile “And you weren’t needed?”

          “They’ll be fine without me. You worked hard for this, and I want to celebrate it with you.” You smile because the fact that he’s chosen you over whatever villainous mess is going on, means the world to you.

          “Thank you.”

          He just smiles and kisses your forehead “I love you baby girl. Congratulations.”



By Sebastien Charest

I stand alone in the heavy rain, tying on my next fly. My fingers are numb and fiddling with the intricate knot. Several waves of people have come and gone, driven out by the heavy rain yet here I remain, rooted to the estuary. There’s not many like us, people who seek refuge from life’s busy schedule and find solace in the wilderness. We seek out the most remote of places, where the possibility of bumping into another soul is slim. It’s built a passion for the outdoors that lies deep inside me. It’s driven me on a journey north, going from town to town looking for the next peak to climb and the next river to fish. As soon as the first cast lays across the stream I feel the weight of the uncertainty of life lift from my shoulders. When I top out on a mountain, there’s no worry of the emails or the phone calls that await my return. There is only a deep sense of awe, and peaceful serenity.


Born in the rugged North Central region of British Columbia, Sebastien moved to Vancouver as a young boy and now resides in the small town of Lund on BC’s Sunshine Coast where he works as a kayak guide. See more of his photos on Instagram and Tumblr


1932 Ford …Roadster $95,900.

Ground Up Built Steel Dearborn Deuce Roadster Ford 351 V8 5 spd Leather A/C .


* Built in 2014 and successfully driven from Denver, North Carolina to the LA Roadster Show
* 351 cubic inch Ford Racing crate engine / 400 horsepower
* Tremec 5-speed manual transmission / Hydraulic clutch
* Custom leather interior / Modern air conditioning
* All-steel Dearborn Deuce body / Retractable cloth top / Sierra Gold paint
* Ford 9-inch rear axle / Posi-traction differential / 3.50 gears
* 16 and 18-inch Wheelsmith wire wheels
* Rack-and-pinion steering / Wilwood front disc brakes
* Dearborn Deuce chassis 

And this superb Ford roadster is just that - a completely functional vehicle that’s wrapped in killer hot rod styling. With proven Ford power, an engaging 5-speed and modern air conditioning, this classic was built to be driven. And if you’re tired of superficial classics that emphasize appearance over practicality, it’s the real deal retro relic you’ve been longing for! 



First Look: The Audi R8 V10 RWS

The Audi Sport GmbH is extending its R8 model series to include a new derivative with rear-wheel drive. The Audi R8 V10 RWS comes in a limited series of 999 units with both Coupé & Spyder variants. It will be rear-driven (Rear Wheel Series) and be hand built at the Böllinger Höfe R8 factory. 

The R8 V10 RWS is made for purists,” said Stephan Winkelmann, CEO of Audi Sport GmbH. “A limited-edition special model for customers with an appreciation for essential driving enjoyment, the R8 V10 RWS is an absolutely exclusive offer. With its mid-mounted V10 engine and rear-wheel drive, it successfully brings the driving concept of our R8 LMS racing car to the streets.”

The Audi R8 V10 RWS will be available for order in Europe from autumn 2017, and from the beginning of 2018 the first units will hit the streets.The Coupé starts at 140,000 euros, the Spyder at 153,000 euros.

Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader- Blazin’ BY (Part 5)

Word Count: 970

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Warning: A pinch of angst

Quickly walking to the parking lot with your hand still gripping Alethia’s hand, you kept your eyes peeled for your dad, uncle, or Cassie.  The Impala was still parked near your Blazer, letting you know that at least your dad hadn’t stormed out yet.  Cautiously approaching your car, you shoved your keys into the lock of the driver side door with your spare hand, swiftly unlocking it.

“Get in,” you whispered, releasing Alethia’s hand.  “They’ll hear the engine, so we need to get out of here fast.”

She nodded, climbing in and sliding to the passenger side seat.  Tossing your duffel bag into the second row of seats, you sat down and buckled your seat belt.

“You need to wiggle the buckle in,” you told Alethia, who was struggling to put her seat belt on.

She did as you suggested, wiggling the buckle until a click could be heard.  Chuckling, you slammed your door shut and shoved your keys into the ignition, watching the motel entrance carefully.  Twisting them, your engine started loudly.  Instantly putting your car in reverse, you backed into the street and put it in drive.  Slamming your foot on the gas, you sped away from the motel without looking back.

“Where are we going?” Alethia asked, looking over to you.

“We’re gonna head to my safehouse, well, the only safehouse I have,” you answered, turning right.  “Only Cassie knows where it is, and I highly doubt he’d tell anyone where it is without my permission.  It’s in California.”

“That’s a long drive,” she said, looking down at her hands.

“You’d be surprised how short it’ll seem,” you smiled.  “There’s a box below your seat that has some cassette tapes, you can pick one out.  Most of them are compilations I made.”

Alethia reached down, pulling a Star Wars box out.  Lifting it to her lap, she removed the top and scanned through the tapes.  You returned your eyes to the road, turning left.

“What is Red Hot Chili Peppers?” Alethia asked, pulling out a cassette tape.

“It’s a band, one of my favorites actually,” you answered, turning onto the highway.  “Do you want to listen to it?”

She nodded, removing the tape from the case and handing it to you.  You chuckled and shoved it into the cassette slot below the radio, pressing play and returning your hand to the wheel.  Scar Tissue started playing through the speakers, making you instantly join in.

“Scar tissue that I wish you saw, sarcastic mister know it all~” you sang, tapping the beat of the song on the steering wheel.

Pressing your foot on the gas more, you accelerated Old Yeller to sixty five miles per hour, not wanting anyone to crash into your car.  You weren’t worried about your beast of a vehicle, you were worried about the sorry cars that would crash into you.  Those cars were built to crumple and take on the impact, your car was built to withstand the impact.  Your dad, adoptive dad, had driven into a mountain in this car, bouncing off of it and receiving a small dent.

“Your phone is ringing,” Alethia informed you, knocking you out of your reminiscing.

“Thanks,” you said, digging your phone out of your pocket and glancing at the caller ID.

Clenching your jaw when you saw Vincent Vega on the screen, you took in a deep breath and answered it.

“This is (Y/N)’s phone, she’s emotionally drained right now, so please call again,” you said, focusing on the road.

“Very funny, (Y/N),” Dean said angrily.  “Where are you?”

“I’m not with you, that’s for sure,” you answered, rolling your eyes.

“I don’t need this teenager crap right now, (Y/N),” he said.  “I just found out you’re my daughter and you just leave?”

“I just met my biological father for the first time and I left, because running away from my feelings is the best thing I do,” you spat.  “It’s hard on a kid, y’know, meeting the person who was responsible for bringing me into this messed up world and for making me lose my parents.  I’m not going to apologize for not staying, I’m going to apologize for not being the kid you wanted.  You’ll find me when I want you to find me.”

Dean sighed, “Fine, I won’t go looking, just tell me where you’re going to be.  Please, (Y/N).”

“Cassie knows where I’m heading,” you said.  “Ask him where my safe house is.”

You hung up and shoved your phone back into your pocket.  Tightening your grip on the steering wheel, you slightly increased the volume of your speakers.

“Was that your father?” Alethia asked quietly, still looking through your cassette tape collection.

“Yup,” you replied, changing lanes.  “Recently discovered biological father seems to me a more appropriate term for him.”

She pulled out another tape, “Can I put this one on?”

You looked over, instantly smiling when you saw what she had picked out.  ‘(Y/N)’s Classic Rock Favorites’ was messily scribbled onto the case, the year 2009 written under it.  Nodding, you returned your attention to the road.  Alethia paused the current cassette in the slot, carefully replacing it with the new one she chose.  Your smile grew when you heard the first song come on.

“What is this song called?” Alethia asked, looking over to you.

“Bohemian Rhapsody,” you answered, “it was written by a band called Queen.”

“It is nice,” she commented, cautiously placing your box near her feet.  “Do you enjoy music?”

“Music is my religion,” you responded.  “It’s the only thing that has been there for me ever since I was introduced to the Hunter’s life.”

“So it’s important to you,” she said, leaning against the window.  “Music is your escape from this world.”

“Yes, it is.”

okay here’s the 3 roots to all the problems in the writing in vld s4:

hi so right from the bat i was realising all these problems with uh. everything (including the art style?? who the fuck was in charge of drawing keith?? he has the same inaccuracy as fucking clone!shiro lmao). anyway if there are problems in writing, then you can actually trace it back to its roots and address the problem there, instead of just judging the outcome of the roots. 

there are also other tinier aspects of the show’s writing - like some moments of complete tonal whiplash (watch this video on star wars rebels if you’re curious about tonal whiplash) - which are just simply bad writing. but if you were wondering exactly what the fuck the vld writers’ deal is with s4, then this post will tell you. 

anyway, take this as a guide in how to critique s4, and how to not make these mistakes in your own writing.

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September Dragon Age Fanfic Reading List

I have spent the better part of today and yesterday getting caught up/starting on all of the fanfic reading I have not been able to do over the past few months. This includes going back to old favourites that have more chapters for me to read, finding new favourites and digging through my drafts for one-shots that I saved so I could remember to comment on them. Also fic appreciation shouldn’t only happen on Writer Appreciation Day, so I’ve decided that on the first Wednesday of every month, I will post a shout-out to the fics I’ve been enjoying:


The Mark of Fen’Harel (G, Solavellan) by @tel-abelas-mofo. AU fic that takes place in Elvhenan. So much elvhen lore goodness. [COMPLETE]

In Waking Dreams (M, Trevelyan/Cullen) by @a-shakespearean-in-paris. Canon divergent re-telling of DA:I that focuses on a wonderful OC, Lydia Trevelyan, and her relationship with the Inquisiton’s Commander. [WIP]

The World Turned Upside Down (E, Solavellan) by @buttsonthebeach. Hamilton-inspired (!!!) vignettes focusing on Inquisitor Ellana Lavellan and her complicated relationship with Solas. 

In Another World (G, Solavellan) by @theladydreadwolf. An Arlathan AU where Andruil’s songstress falls in love with teh Dread Wolf. Super intriguing expansion on elvhen lore. [WIP] 

The Threads That Break Us (M) by @silent-of-spirit. The Roman AU to end all Roman AUs. I’ve been excited to start this one for a while now and the first chapter is just as interesting and intriguing as the premise promises. [WIP]

Kin and Ichor (M, Solas/OC) by @bearly-tolerable. Bear’s characters are as unique as they come and I love the idea of druids as a potential part of DA lore. So excited for this one. [WIP]

Uprising (E, Solavellan) by @lavellanlove. lavellanlove’s writing is engaging, fast-paced and exquisite. I devoured the first chapter and literally cannot wait to read more. Avira is an amazing, complex and flawed protagonist and I love how lavellanlove is exploring the possibilities of the DA4 environment. [WIP]

In Love, Serenity (E, Cullen/Trevelyan, Hawke/OC, Delrin Barris/OC) by @ladydracarysao3. I’m so excited to return to this one. LadyD’s OCs are passionate, headstrong and beautifully flawed, but also the kind of people for whom you want a happy ending. Abner, Aurora and Izzalea are worthwhile characters to spend your time with. [WIP]

Neither Angels, Nor Demons, Nor Powers (M, Cullen/OC, Lavellan/OC, Solavellan) by @long-liv-prairies. Liv’s writing grabs you and runs away with you from page one. Naomi is such a sweetheart and likeable character, and it’s fascinating seeing Thedas through her eyes. It’s a big fic, but completely worthwhile, especially if you love MGIT fics. [COMPLETE] 

Leminscate (M, Solavellan, Lavellan/Cullen) by @zhanna0717. This was one of the first DA longfics I read and I’m so happy zhanna is still working on it. It’s a sophisticated, many-layered story with complex people and relationships that is so fascinating to dig into. 

All This Shit is Even Weirder (M, Cullen/OC) by @kagetsukai. I’ve only read the first chapter, but I’ve already fallen in love with Hannah and her snarkiness. Another great MGIT, bursting with potential and possibilities. 


Acclimation (G, Lavellan) by @fleshwerks. Spiridon Lavellan is an absolute snarkfest delight. I love him to pieces. This is such a great short piece, infused with a lot of character-driven humour.

I Built a Religion Around You: Goodbye (G, Hawke/Sebastian) by @elfapostate. A beautiful AU featuring a tragic, bittersweet moment between Hawke and Sebastian.

The First Days of Haven (G, Lavellan, Varric) by @elvenbeard. A really wonderful look at the impact of joining the Inquisition on the Herald of Andraste. Tamlen is such a great character and his beginning friendship with Varric is so lovely. (And there’s beautiful illustrations!)

Vengeance (G, Solas, Lavellan) by @roguelioness. Some of RoLo’s most heartbreaking, beautiful writing. This will stomp all over your heart.


The Fairly OddParents premiered 15 years ago today! 

Along with SpongeBob SquarePants, Butch Hartman and F.O.P. built a bridge between the Klasky-Csupo years at Nick and our creator-driven present day. It’s our second-longest running Nicktoon (141 episodes and counting) and including its days in Oh Yeah! Cartoons, the show has now been a part of Nick Animation for over 70% of our existence!

Happy birthday to Cosmo, Wanda, Timmy, Vicky, Mr. and Mrs. Turner, Mr. Crocker, Poof, Sparky, Chloe, and the entire Dimmsdale crew!!!

anonymous asked:

Hello! So I just finished a piece, and in it, not very much happens. It follows more of the charecters journey within them self than any particular plot. (Think 'Catcher in the Rye'). I was wondering if you had any tips on how to keep the readers attention without much storyline?

Thanks for your question, anon!  This is a good question :)

The kind of story you’re referring to is a character-driven plot, a popular style of fiction recognized in stories like Anne of Green Gables, The Help, and Anna Karenina.  These plots follow characters through their lives, with no single, definitive plot – rather, multiple small ones that serve the overall theme of developing the main character/s.  So in this sense, there is storyline – just a more subtle kind.

Naturally, these plots have different rules than plot-driven plots, which can make them a new, challenging experience for a writer who isn’t accustomed to it.  This is actually something I’ve been working on for the past year, transitioning from a plot-heavy story to one which simply follows two characters up to their wedding!  So I’ll just share with you what I’ve learned over the past year…

Character-Driven Writing

There are a few absolutely necessary ingredients to a successful character-driven story – to keep readers interested without a singular, gripping plotline.  You won’t be surprised by the first one…

1. Strong, Three-Dimensional Characters

It’s obvious that solid character-driven stories are built on solid characters, as is any story, really.  But with character plots, this is all your readers have keeping them there – the personalities, backstories, emotions, flaws, and goals of your characters.  A story based on a character’s life won’t be read if that character isn’t relatable and interesting.  So when planning your characters, make sure they are relatable, three-dimensional, flawed, motivated, and unique.

2. Engaging Conflicts

Between characters or inside them, conflict must be something that involves your readers as much as a dystopian war scene or a magic-wielding hero arc. There should be multiple kinds of conflict, although the strongest should be internal conflict.  It’s the strongest tool for character development, which is a necessity for this kind of fiction.  Create moral dilemmas, interpersonal disagreements, relationship trouble – be a little sh*t to your characters and make problems out of everything.  Put them in specific situations that draw out their flaws.  Bring their self-image crashing down in one fell swoop, and then give them a swift kick in the ass until they man up and develop.  This kind of intensity will keep your readers paying attention, just to see what happens next.

3. Character Chemistry

I can’t stress this one enough: if your story revolves around your characters, they must have chemistry with each other.  There’s nothing more painful than watching a bunch of three-dimensional, beautiful characters gather together and talk at each other like sticks.  This is doubly important for romantic couples, as they are often the heart of character-driven plots and must be believable (else they become annoying).  There are different ways to research for your chemistry experiments; I typically observe popular friendships/relationships on TV, or look back on my old text conversations to see how my old friendships developed.  Find what works for you and apply it to your story!

4. Wins and Losses

This is a crucial element to writing a character-driven story, mainly because it’s easier to overlook here than in plot-driven stories.  When there are only interpersonal and individual plots, rather than long, drawn-out plots, it’s not as natural to find the highs and lows, the peaks and valleys, of your story.  It’s tempting to make everything go right (or wrong) in one long sequence, and that’s no good.  Find a rhythm; when your character loses her job, introduce her to a possible love interest.  When the love interest makes your character’s life into a daydream, introduce a new job that creates distance between them.  This sort of give and take – where everything is never completely good or completely bad – is essential and will lend your story more realism (and entertainment!).

Those are my main tips, but if you have any specific concerns about your story, send me another ask and I’ll try to help :)  Thanks, and good luck!

If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

some thoughts on steven's perspective

(this was initially a bunch of asks, but they were too many):

oh you brought up something interesting in that frybo post: the corruption plot is something i’ve been interested in since monster buddies, and i like what you mentioned about steven approaching centipeetle with this narrow perspective that’s later allowed to grow. because looking back, it didn’t feel toootally right that centi had to take the initiative to shapeshift before steven saw her as anything but a monster, but that initiative is more important than the shape-shifting.

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The Wedding Planner - t w o. Ethan Dolan Mini Series.

A/N: Hi everyone! I’ve been getting such a positive response from this story, and I can’t thank you all enough! I’m going to post this part a little early as part 3 might take a while, so I apologise!
Word Count: 2,500.
Warnings: None! 

The following week flew by in a blur, and I was exhausted. I really needed to stop trying to book in two loads of clients at once. Luckily my other set of clients had their wedding this week. The week leading up to the wedding was always the worst, because if anything was going to go wrong, it was going to be at the last minute.

Thankfully the wedding went on without a hitch and I could relax knowing that meeting Grayson to book the Church was the last thing I needed to do before I could have a few days off. I rarely got time off as I was always pushing myself to do more and more work. Every few weeks I would burn myself out and then take a few days off to recharge. It had become an unhealthy pattern that I couldn’t bring myself to change.

I liked that I worked so much for the most part. It distracted me from the fact that I’m a 25-year-old woman who lives alone and her greatest companion is her pet cat, Henry. It also gave me a chance to avoid my mother, who is always trying to set me up on dates. She liked to make me consciously aware of the fact that I wasn’t get any younger, and neither was she, and she’d like at least one grandchild before she, and I quote, “popped her clogs.”

I finished brushing my hair in the hallway mirror and walked into the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboard for the cat food. I barely had a chance to open it before I heard a string of meows and the rapidly approaching pitter patter of footsteps.

Henry nudged his head against my leg repeatedly, like he was trying to push me towards his food bowl faster. I laughed at him and knelt to pet him, and he rubbed his head against my hand in appreciation. I felt a sudden rush of love for him and placed his food in his bowl.

“I’ll see you later, buddy.” I told him, brushing my hands down my trousers, straightening my blouse and grabbing my car keys from the kitchen counter. ‘Right,’ I thought to myself, ‘let’s get this over with.’ 

To give my day a bad start, I gravely under-calculated how long it would take me to drive to the Church. It took me a little over an hour to reach the countryside, and an extra ten minutes to find the actual Church, making me very late. I got lost almost straight away, and I took several wrong turns, cursing louder each time I did so. I cheered when I finally found it, and decided I would reward myself with a coffee from Starbucks on my way home. I was rapidly coming to the realisation that I was a caffeine addict.

Maya wasn’t kidding when she said that the church was isolated. We were literally in the middle of nowhere, and I couldn’t for the life of me think why a church would have been built here. I hadn’t driven past a house, or any sign of life whatsoever, in miles. I did have an appreciation for it though, it looked a little run down and small, but it looked nice nevertheless. I pulled up next to a white ranger rover, which I assumed was Grayson’s. There was no other vehicle to be seen, except for a church van.

There was a wide river that ran across the front of the Church which separated it from the car park, and there was a concrete bride that you could use to get across. It was a cute characteristic. I was beginning to like this church a lot.

Grayson and another man who looked just like him, (I’m assuming it’s the twin brother he mentioned the first time I met him) were waiting for me at the wooden double entrance doors. Grayson saw me approaching and waved enthusiastically. His brother, however, was obscured from my view as he was looking down at his phone. He was resting his foot against the wall casually, using it as a leaning post and giving off a vibe of confidence.

I turned my attention back to Grayson. “Grayson, hi, how are you?” I asked as he pulled me into another quick hug. “I’m so, so sorry I’m late. I got lost. A lot. Wow, you guys weren’t kidding when you said this place was isolated, were you?” I asked, looking around into the vast nothingness.

Grayson laughed and nodded his head. “I’m great thank you. And It’s not a problem, really, I had a feeling you’d get lost.” He gestured to the man behind him, “This is my brother, Ethan.”

At the mention of his name, Ethan looked up, and when he spotted me, he kicked off the wall and walked towards us, tucking his phone into his pocket. “Nice of you to finally join us,” he grumbled, thrusting his hand out. His eyes had no warmth like Grayson’s, and his smile was strained.

Grayson punched his arm, hard. “Ethan!” he scolded, face like thunder. “Don’t start,” he gritted out, only for Ethan to roll his eyes and place his hand back down to his side when he realised that I wasn’t going to shake it. “Y/N, I’m so sorry, just ignore him, he’s had a bad week.”

I kept my stare on Ethan, and I forced myself to smile. I clenched my teeth together tightly. ‘Be professional,’ I told myself. ‘Be professional, be professional, be professional.’  

I gathered up all the kindness I could muster and took a steady breathe. “Hi, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, I’m very sorry I’m late, I got lost.” I must of look hurt (I definitely felt hurt), because guilt washed over his face. Before he could speak, however, I turned back to Grayson.

“Right then,” I said, clapping my hands together, “lets book a wedding.”

We made our way indoors, and I felt my jaw drop. This place was like the Tardis. It looks small from the outside, but the inside is spacious. It’s modern too. The walls and ceilings are painted white and the dark wooden floorboards contrast with it beautifully, there are rows among rows of white chairs which all face the altar, which is also painted white but decorated with flowers. It’s lovely.

“I’m impressed,” I admit, craning my neck to look at every angle. I have so many ideas with what I can do with this place, but I’ll wait until Maya can be with us, I feel like too much information at once will make Grayson’s head explode.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” Grayson agrees, looking around the room himself. I risk a glance at Ethan, who is already looking at me. He instantly turns his head away and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

A little wooden door in the corner of the room opens, a door I had failed to notice (I imagine it must lead to a small back room, or maybe storage), and a minister steps out. “Grayson, it’s lovely to see you again.” He says, and Grayson walks over to shake his hand.

Ethan follows suit, and for some reason it annoys me. I have a feeling that everything about this guy is going to get on my nerves. Luckily for me, this won’t take long, and hopefully I won’t have to see him again until the wedding, or at least the rehearsal dinner.

“No Maya today?” The minister asks curiously, glancing over at me. I smile at him. “Oh no, I’m not here for prayer minister, I’m here to book my wedding.” Grayson tells him, and then gestures over to me, “and this is our wedding planner, Y/N. Y/N Y/F/N.”

“Ah, I see,” he says, and takes a step towards me. He offers me his hand, and I shake it. “Y/N, nice to meet you.” I smile at him, “And you, minister. Do you have booking sheets? We’re trying to book for the September 5th, it has sentimental value to Grayson and Maya.”

The minister nods his head. “You walked right past it, it’s on the table that’s placed next to the entrance.” I thanked him and walked over to the table. I flicked through the book, looking for September. I heard footsteps approaching me from behind.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Grayson’s right, I have been having a bad week, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” Ethan says, pressing his hands on the table in front of us and leaning in to me. I cluck my tongue in annoyance, refusing to look at him. “you’re right, you shouldn’t have.” I tell him coldly, not caring to hear his excuses.

Had I have been in a better mood, and not as tired as I was, I probably would have been a bit more forgiving. I’ve had a long week, and I just don’t want to deal with it right now. All I want in this very moment is to go home and have a long, relaxing bubble bath.

“I’m trying to apologise, I don’t know what more you want from me.” He said, speaking lowly in my ear. I could hear the annoyance in his voice and it made me want to throw this very big, very heavy book at his head.

I paused, listening to Grayson and the Minister laughing at the far end of the church. I took a deep breath, trying my hardest to keep professional. “I don’t want anything from you.” I told him, still refusing to look at him. I just wanted him to go away.

It appears that he can read my mind, because he threw his hands up in frustration and turned away from me. “You know what? Fine. But don’t say I didn’t try.” And with that, he walked away.

I felt a pang of guilt, but set in my stubborn ways I refused to acknowledge that I was being too harsh. “Grayson, good news, there was a cancellation on the 5th, in the afternoon. I can’t even begin to tell you how lucky that is. Must be fate. You need to come and sign this, you too, minister.” Grayson grinned in triumph and jogged over. I handed him the pen and he signed, followed by the minister.

“Well, looks like we’re all done here, I think,” I say brightly, trying to hide the fact that I was desperate to leave by this point. “Unless there’s anything else you need, minister?”

“No, that seems about right. I’ll see you two love birds on the 5th then,” he says to Grayson, winking, and shaking our hands for a final time. I swiftly turn and push the doors open, sighing in relief as the sun hits my face and I breathe in the fresh country air. It makes me want to reminisce my childhood, being a country girl myself.

We walk in silence to our respective cars, Ethan walking ahead, clearly eager to get away from me. We reach the car park and I turn to say goodbye to Grayson, but he stops me.

“Okay, so there’s something I need to talk to you about.” He says, shoving his hands in his pockets. I raise my eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I ask, encouraging him to speak.

“I was on facetime with Maya last night, and we were talking about the wedding and how short two months is. We think it’s really unfair on you that we’re trying to get so much done in a short amount of time, so we were wondering if you wanted to go ahead and keep planning with me whilst Maya was away. We’ll just have to plan doing things around when she’s not doing anything work related so she can facetime us and be there too.”

I nod my head, thinking. “Well, it would help huge amounts of course, as it would give me more time to organise things. But are you sure that you’re both okay with this? I mean, it kinda sucks missing out on planning your own wedding, especially for the bride.”

Grayson shrugs, “I mean, she will be there with us, just digitally. She’s okay with it, because she’ll still be involved. It gives you more time, and Maya still gets to be involved. It’s a win/win.”    

“If you’re both sure, then I don’t see an issue with it.” I tell him. He grins at me, and I smile back. I like Grayson, it’s just a shame his brother is such a jerk.

“I’ll just have to bring Ethan with us to be my stand in wife,” he joked, and began to laugh. I laughed too, but my heart dropped into my stomach. I was going to have to put up with him for a whole month? Great, just great.

“Hey,” Grayson says, pulling me out of my thoughts and putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. It wasn’t comforting in the least. “I really am sorry about him,” he jerks his head towards his brother, who I risk another glance at. Once again, he’s looking down at his phone, not paying us any attention.  

“It’s okay Grayson. I was really late, I understand why he got annoyed.” I told him, trying to convince myself more than I was trying to convince him, because all I wanted to do was throw a tantrum and rant and rave about how much of a rude jerk he was.

“Well it doesn’t excuse his behaviour,” Grayson says, and I shrug unprofessionally, wanting to change the subject. “Well anyway, I don’t have my planner on me, but I have your email and phone number, so I’ll contact you within the next few days and we’ll plan everything we need to, sound good?” I ask him, digging in my pocket for my keys.

Grayson seems to get the hint that I want to leave, so he nods and pulls me into another hug. I can see this becoming a regular thing. I’m not used to clients being so hands on, it’s a nice change I guess.  

“Yeah, that sounds great, I’ll speak to you soon.”  And with that, he turns and walks away.

I hear Ethan give an over exaggerated “finally!” and I huff, turning around just in time to watch him slam his door shut. Once again, annoyance bubbles up inside me. What the hell is wrong with that guy? Why is he so angry all the time?

I watch Grayson pull out of his parking spot and drive away before I unlock my own car, letting out a loud groan as I sink into the seat. The first meeting with Grayson and Maya seemed promising, but now? I just couldn’t wait to be done with it now that I had to spent so much time with Ethan.

Screw Starbucks, I need a glass of wine. 

The Horrors Of Spring | Prologue

Summary: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn. The four courts that serve as the pillars of the fae realm, united in peace, and yet their words could not be further apart. Natsu Dragneel, Prince of Summer, feels as though the weight of royalty will be his undoing. But when the Courts begin to gather, he soon discovers there are those far more trapped than he.

Rating: M                                       Words: 1066

A/N: I’ve had this in the works for a while, and despite my post about giving up on fics and the like, I’ve decided to try and get my depressed ass out of the gutter and not let it go to waste. I hope anyone who’s interested in this new fic can understand if I struggle, but I hope to update this regularly and that you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think!

           “We all have one foot in a fairy tale, and the other in the abyss.”

                                                   – Paulo Coelho

Lucy watched as dust motes floated through the wandering rays of moonlight. The chamber was so old yet it was always kept in immaculate condition. She didn’t know where the tiny particles had come from. Perhaps they’d floated down from the open skylight.

She looked up, her eyes skimming past the ancient paintings of the constellations that adorned the domed ceiling and coming to rest on the patch of cloudy night sky directly above her. The firelight was dim in the chamber, causing her eyes to sting when she looked to the sky. The moon was hidden by some stray clouds, but it wouldn’t be forever.

Her time was running out.

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Karamel Fanfic Review #2

Mating Season by kelbottumbles and contygold86

Main Notes:
- what. the. fuck.
- you’re all furries (if it wasn’t clear before, it is now)
- this is not even close to being “a pretty epic fic”
- but bonus points for over emotional!mon-el crying when kara kicked him out
- more bonus points for not posting it on fanfiction.net
- also kara not caring about protected sex while mon-el actually caring about it is the most unrealistic and disgusting thing i’ve ever read
- your animal similes are WILD (pls tame them): “Like an animal driven on instinct,” “so full of built up tension like a coiled snake,” “like a feral cat”
- damn you were right tho- “wild!Kara is genuinely off her rocker”

Memorable Quotes:
Chapter 1 (almost sexy times bc of a broken condom)
- she found him crying over two pieces of blackened toast
- they’d launched themselves at each other, charcoal toast flying
- he was becoming more and more wild and unrestrained. Like a feral cat.
- Kara had been feeling so befuddled by her urges
- it had to be harder. Ferocious
- “GRIFE!” Mon-El cursed (when the condom broke. then he proceeded to angrily throw kara across the room and against the wall)
- earth condoms couldn’t hold up to the kind of superpowered sex they’d been having recently
- Mon-El threw his head back and exclaimed, it was part snarl, part growl, part groan. He looked like he was in pain.

Chapter 2 (the time kara and mon-el almost fucked in the middle of the deo)
- a wave of primal libidinous rage
- Kara had one mission as she started her day: Fix it. Find Mon-El. Fornicate.
- the second he saw her, smelled her… the transformation from man to beast was complete.
- He was pure instinct
- Kara silenced the room with a wild banshee shriek before swinging at the Martian

Chapter 3 (kara and mon-el get drugged and locked up)
- the urge, the desire, the primal need, the cosmic force

Title: 2/10 they’re aliens, not animals you goddamn furries (gross but at least you have a title)
Writing: 3/10 half asses writing with several attempted uses of big words but +1 bonus for similes relevant to the title
Overall: 2.5/10! congrats you all need serious help

Final Notes:
- more accurate sex than the other (@winelover1989 take notes!)
- it’s clear you have more than just daddy kinks
- i have a new life motto: “The 3 F’s: Fix it. Find him. Fornicate!”

Hogwarts House for YYH Characters?

This has been bugging me for a little bit.  I’m in a Harry Potter and YYH phase right now and am trying to determine the most accurate house for Kurama in general (But I would like to see your interpretation for the other characters as well).  If you aren’t much into Harry Potter that is cool too.  Just curious since you seem to write the characters so well in Anomaly.

Tacky’s answer:

Harry Potter and house analysis have consumed more years hours of my life than I care to admit, so don’t worry, the question is right up my alley, haha. I’m sorry it took me so long to reply! And about the length of the post. I tend to get long-winded…

Disclaimer: I’m terrible at house sorting, and these characters don’t make it easy, and I admit that I cheated and talked it over with a friend a little but we didn’t reach any conclusions. I sorted the main four, but if you want to know about anyone else you may ask for them!

Kurama strikes me as a Slytherin for a few reasons: he’s cunning, he’s clearly ambitious if we go by his past (you can say that he’s simply changed priorities now with his family becoming the top one) and he has that Slytherin-brand loyalty in that he would go to any lengths to protect the few select people he cares about but is indifferent at best to everybody else (compare, for example, the Malfoys between them vs when they deal with people outside their family). Slytherins don’t make good friends easily, so when their trust has been earned, so has their absolute loyalty. He also has that image he projects of himself to keep people at bay that makes him harder to approach.

Following from there, I think Hiei would be a Slytherin as well for similar reasons, though the wall he’s built around himself is more visible than Kurama’s. He’s driven, he seeks power, first as a means to an end and then to better himself, he doesn’t let anybody stand in the way of his objectives, and he reacts extremely well to even the smallest shows of respect. One of my favorite things about Hiei is how it only takes Yusuke basically saying that he trusts he won’t let them die for Hiei to take a shining to him. You hand Hiei your respect, he will give it back twicefold, albeit grudgingly because he’s a tough guy and wants to look the part.

Or maybe I’m just making up excuses to drag them into my own house, who knows.

Kuwabara is the only one of the main four who jumped at me as being very definitely in one house. He’s the embodiment of the Gryffindor qualities in the most positive way: bravery, chivalrousness, honor. It’s not just his closest friends and family he protects – he is a good person (which you can’t say of many people in YYH without a lot of buts), with a strong code of ethics, and he follows it consequences be damned, so if you’re in trouble, Kuwabara is the man to go to.

Yusuke is the worst to sort. Let’s get Ravenclaw out of the way, because knowledge for the sake of it isn’t Yusuke’s style at all. So, the kid is quick-witted and ambitious in his search for power, and rules to him are made to be broken, but he doesn’t care about image or having the respect of his peers, and he doesn’t play politics, so Slytherin is a no-go. You’d think he’s a Gryffindor with that rash temper and that willingness to throw himself against enemies without a second thought, but chivalry is a concept unknown to Yusuke and he isn’t that well-equipped on the moral side. That would leave us with Hufflepuff, because he’s an extreme hard-worker even if he’s grumbling along the entire way, he’s loyal, and he does well in the tolerance front considering he can get along with human-eating demons without a second thought, but patience and kindness aren’t his forte. He’s, surprisingly, a people magnet, and works well in a team despite not having much practice at it.

In the end, if I had to choose a house for Yusuke, I think I’d go with Gryffindor with Hufflepuff leanings, but I think he doesn’t fit clearly in any house. We see him grow so much through the course of the series that he’s very difficult to put in a box.

…And now I’m imagining quidditch matches with those four playing for their respective teams.

What do you think and what would be your own sortings? I want to know!  

Taste in Music, Chapter 3

As always, any critique is welcome. Just be nice to me, I’m sensitive :3

Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima.

Chapter 3:

Mavis was Levy’s bike. Levy’s favorite bike. As she and Gajeel walked back into the garage storing only Levy’s collection of motorcycles, she approached a bike hidden under a yellow tarp with “MAVIS” in cursive sparkling white letters written on it. Ripping the tarp off, she revealed the white Ducati 1098S that lay underneath. Even more awestruck than when Levy surprised him by driving his own bike, Gajeel’s jaw about hit the floor when he saw his dream bike.

“Ho…ly shit.” Gajeel enunciated each syllable, as Levy circled her bike and ran a finger over the sparkling white diamond paint job. Obviously a custom paint job, the paint glittered like fairy dust in the light. Each and every detail, from the handle bars to the kick stand was painted gold. Even the seat was gold. “Mavis” was once again written on the tail end of the bike.

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