but i don't have any more energy to change something here

Ok, so another langst AU.

 But I hope it isn’t too tragic. Let’s go by Soul Bonds AU.
Or something.

PART 1

  • Souls are bound to body and quintessence is part of it, something like strings which connect these two parts. 
  • And Lance was born during storm with such low amount of quintessence, that his soul can’t stay attached to him. But Blue Lion (bless her) saves him by sealing their quintessences. That makes him quite weak child and his family (mainly his mother) worries about him so much, but no-one knows what’s wrong with him.
  •  So he stays under supervision of docs, sometimes goes for some test etc.
  • But it isn’t the end of drama. Because, yeah, he nearly died the day of his birth, but still. He lives in Cuba, Blue is somewhere in the cage. That’s pretty long distance and to maintain their connection is hard as hell I’m sure of it.
  •  SO there are many obstacles in Lance’s life. Nothing major i think (maybe?).
  • Being so far from Blue makes flow of the quintessence harder and it isn’t smooth as it should be
  •   Lance is quite often spacing out, gets absent-minded out of the blue or can’t focus during classes. He also has problems with memory. And he knows he is different. He feels as he has somewhere deep down in him some puzzle piece which doesn’t fit. He can’t fix it. Sometimes he’s craving for something, but he doesn’t know for what. He wants to go to the stars, but wants to stay with his family. He needs to fly, but to keep grounded as well. His life is just list of contrasts, and it doesn’t make sense for him. In his dreams he sees galaxies, planets and many wonderful things, but he couldn’t remeber most of them in the morning.
  • One day, docs suggested that maybe changing environment could help. His parents were thinking about moving out for a long time now, so it only fastened whole process.
  • They moved to US ofc. And that was the moment when EVERYTHING CHANGED. Lance was like whole new person, full of energy, childish ideas and creativity bomb. Yes, he still has his moments, but they aren’t so frequent as before. Somewhere here he meets Hunk, because he worked during holidays in his mother’s flowershop (my other fav AU~)
  •  And they go together to Garrison. And that was the best time in Lance’s life. Because he doesn’t have any problems so far. Sure, he needs to study more, he didn’t make it to fighter class (yet), but he feels amazing, his mind is so clear and like he finally found his place in this world. He still feels that something missing, some hole in his chest, but it’s bearable.
  •  Sometimes he also “hear” voice. It calls him without words in calm and friendly tone. But he doesn’t know what it means.
  •  Time flows and there is the beggining of the series.
  • The moment team Voltron finds Blue is one of the most important. Finally after so many years, Lance feels whole, this faint presence in his mind was Blue all this time. And he feels free. He can breathe again, he doesn’t choke on nothing, this burden on his shoulders is gone now.
  •  Blue tells him everything only after whole Sendak’s attack on Castle. Because how he could be so reckless, her Paladin who she tries so hard to keep with her? And suddenly everything makes sense to Lance, all these years of weird feelings, moments of self doubt. All this time the world doesn’t want him. It constantly tries to push him out of the way, to the beyond and only Blue keeps him here. 
  • But if he has so good connection to his Lion (heck, they’re literally bounded), why he can’t unlock their whole potential?And Blue knows the answer. Because Lance is rejecting her. They can be connected, but if Lance can’t accept himself, then he won’t be able to control all her powers.
  • But how he can do it if even the universe doesn’t accept him? He couldn’t save the world, which doesn’t want him in it.                                             But he will try nonetheless.

Maybe I will make part 2 one day :’D 

I didn’t feel a Thing - [Eggsy Unwin X Reader]

[Damn okay, this one is long I’m sorry lol. Hope you like it though! As always, I planned something else but wound up here lol. I tried REALLY hard to accommodate all of your requests here, so I hope I satisfied you Nonny wherever you are!!! Hopefully this is good cause I spent so much time on it I can’t even tell anymore hahah <3 ALSO SORRY FOR LOST TYPOS AFTER AWHILE THEY JUST BLUR hahaha 

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader 

Words: 3.1… I’m hella sorry,  lol

Plot: You get shot and things are not looking good. Sweet babe Eggsy just doesn’t know what to do cause, he just likes you so much!!! XD As most of my stuff the name ‘Tristan’ has been adopted as your codename!

–Read on Ao3!]

If there was one thing you could say about getting shot, it was that it didn’t suck as bad as you thought it would. For having seen so many people be gunned down (and honestly doing some of it yourself) you’d have expected it to be a bit more painful, or dramatic even. But this experience, wasn’t really like that.

You didn’t scream, you didn’t cry… Actually, to be honest you didn’t even fucking notice it.

Which was about as reassuring as being shot in the fucking chest could be, but beggars can’t be choosers can they?

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Bellamy Blake Imagine: Don't Die On Me

Requested

Prompt: 42- “You are strong, baby. You have to be.”

Summary: Reader leaves the camp because she feels unimportant and useless. She gets hurt and is unable to return back. Bellamy and her brother Finn find her and bring her back to camp.

Word count: 1184


Originally posted by kcismyreligion

I felt so out of place right now.
I felt unimportant and alone. I felt more like a burden than like a helpful for the camp.

I still couldn’t get over the fact that just a few days ago I had witnessed my parents being floated. Then I had nearly seen my brother Finn lost his life as well. On the top of everything I had been recovering from being tortured by grounders.

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anonymous asked:

I've been seeing people say H&L is wayyyyyy more complex than seimei for a while now and I don't really understand what that means? So I was wondering if you'd be willing to do a comparison post? You make such lovely gifs, and your explanations are always so funny and easy to understand, so it would be nice to see the comparison!

Thank you for the kind words, and please strap in for another one of my never-ending rants. At least this time I know it’s gonna be long because this topic is of special interest to me, so I will have the foresight to make use of a read-more link :D

Okay here we go. For a start, I wouldn’t say Hope and Legacy is way more complex than Seimei, for no other reason than the fact that Seimei was already pretty much pushing all imaginable boundaries of complexity. What I can tell you about these 2 programs though, is this:

H&L is more technically and physically demanding. From base value alone, H&L is worth 103.43 compared to Seimei’s 95.79, with the main difference coming from Yuzu swapping in a quad loop for a triple loop. Base value doesn’t tell you the whole story though, because what makes H&L truly demanding is not just in how many difficult elements are included, it’s also in how those elements are distributed. See below the layout with time stamp for both programs (Tumblr doesn’t like anything but tiny text so I have a bigger clearer version of this image here):

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anonymous asked:

Hey I really love your work :) was wondering if you could write msr at a theme park/ funfair ? Maybe with one of them scared of the rides but trying to hide it ? Maybe season of secret sex..

Happy first day of Fictober! Thanks to everyone at the workshop Friday for your lovely comments. I tried to incorporate what was said, but as it turns out I really, really suck at sensory writing. I hope it’s not too bad. 

It’s a post-ep for “Rush”. 

“Hey Scully, what do you say? Want to feel young again?” Mulder’s grin is infectious. They’re on their way to the car when Mulder stops suddenly, grinning like this, staring at her like that.

“You just told me in the hospital that they closed up the cave. Not that it worked for us the first time.” They really must be too old. Any other day it might irk her that she’s not only considered old, but actually too old. But right now, Scully doesn’t care. She is not concerned with being on the wrong side of 30. Not today, anyway. In her mind, the case is closed. She’s mentally written the report already knowing that Mulder won’t be much help. All she wants to do right now is get home, take a shower, have some take out and sleep. Preferably with Mulder by her side for all of it.

“No, I know,” his voice cuts into her fantasies, “I have a much better idea.” Scully swallows the sigh that’s tickling her throat. As much as she loves Mulder, and at least some of his ideas (particularly the ones he has in the bedroom), she doesn’t want to go on a crazy goose chase right now. They just solved a case. Can’t they accept that they’re not young and spent an evening like normal adults?

“You wound me, Scully.” Apparently she’s said her last thought out loud.

“Mulder, listen,” this time there is no stopping the sigh, but judging by Mulder’s look he’s been expecting it, “In the grander scheme of life we are not old. As healthy adults in our 30s we-”

“I’m sure you’re right, Scully,” he puts his hands on her shoulders to turn her around, “but look at this.”

“What am I looking at Mulder?” She’s staring at a wall that’s plastered with posters old and new telling her about music she’s never heard about.  

“This.” His breath tickles her ear as he leans over her shoulder to point at the colorful sign reading ‘carnival’ in big letters.

“Mulder, please tell me you’re not serious.”

“Oh come on, Scully. Don’t tell me you don’t like carnivals!”

“That’s not what I said.” Though if she’s honest, she’s not particularly fond of them.

“Just for a short while? Just to feel young for an hour.” He pouts at her. It was hard to resist the pout before they started dating. Now it’s impossible. He grins again, that charming irresistible smirk, and gives her a quick, loud kiss.

“We’re gonna have so much fun, Scully.” He sprints to the car and Scully follows him feeling tired and yes, old. With every step all her plans fade away; no home, no shower, no take-out. At least she’s got Mulder.

She should have known that Mulder would turn into a big child at the carnival. His sweaty hand clings to hers as they make their way through the crowd. A group of teenagers runs past them and Scully is pushed against Mulder. They’re too slow here, too. The tinkling music leads them further inside past explosions of red, yellow and blue colors while metal monsters and complicated games promise them excitement and fun. The air is laden with the smell of greasy, fried food that makes Scully’s stomach grumble. Mulder stops to buy two corndogs for himself and a regular hot dog for Scully.

“We need to buy candy apples, Scully. For later.”

When he suggests cotton candy, though, Scully puts her foot down.

“Mulder that stuff is pure sugar.”

“So?”

“So? We have the candy apples.”

“But we’re not eating them now. Please?”

“How about we buy popcorn instead?” They share the small bag as they stroll around the fair. His hand is sticky, as is hers. Scully licks her lips suppressing a smile as she remembers awkward first dates not unlike this. Once again Mulder was right; she does feel younger. Young and carefree.

“This was a good idea, Mulder.” She tells him. He stops walking and glances at her. His earlier grin fades to make room for one of Scully’s favorite sights: the small smile that tells her that Mulder is happy. It’s not often that she sees his face this relaxed.

“I’m glad you think so.” He leans down and kisses her. The kiss was obviously meant as a small peck of appreciation but Mulder tastes likes popcorn, like fresh air and something that’s just so him that Scully deepens the kiss.

“Now that was an even better idea.” Mulder says. His eyes are still closed. “But I have another one.” His eyes pop open and Scully sees enthusiasm sparkle in them.

“I have the perfect idea that I’m sure you’ll love. Come on.” He takes her hand in his again and leads her through the wafting smell of sugar and salt, past a few stalls and a ride that has people screaming with delight – or fear. Distracted for a moment Scully almost doesn’t notice that they’ve stopped. She looks around and realizes they’re in a line. Waiting for…

“A roller coaster, Mulder?” The grin is back and it’s bigger than before.

“Nothing like a roller coaster to feel young again, huh?”

“I think I’ll pass.” Mulder grabs her hand as she attempts to step away to make room for more eager people. Most of them teenagers.

“Hey, what’s the matter? You don’t like roller coasters?”

“Does that surprise you?”

“Yeah. Actually yeah, it does. You’re not scared of them, are you?”

“What? No, of course not!” Scully answers too quickly.

“You’re scared of roller coasters?”

“That’s ridiculous, Mulder. There’s a greater chance to get struck by lightning than to be injured during a roller coaster ride.”

“Here I thought you’d take the thrill out of it by explaining the physics of the ride and I find out you’re scared. I thought I knew you.” But he’s smiling softly at her. Her heart beat picks up each time they advance in line. The teenagers in front of them ramble on, laugh loudly and point at the metal monstrosity that Mulder wants to get on, too.

“I’m not scared,” Scully says, “I just don't… like it. You know it’s merely a constantly changing pattern between potential and kinetic energy, right? Do I need to explain it to you?”

“I know my physics, thank you. But does your science explain the thrill?”

“It does, Mulder. The fluctuation in acceleration causes what people experience as fun. From a psychological standpoint, you’ll feel most excited when they strap you in. The feeling of not being able to escape is what thrills you. The chain noises you hear that has people hold their breath? It’s a safety device.”

“Did you know roller coasters were inspired by Russian ice slides, Scully? How’s that for facts?”

“In the end, a roller coaster is just a machine that uses gravity and inertia to send a train along the winding track. It’s not that special.” Scully ignores his comment and tries to concentrate on her steady breathing. Next time the roller coaster comes around, it’ll be their turn.

“I won’t force you to do this, Scully. But I think you should try it. For science.”

“I have tried it, Mulder. And people have tested roller coaster in the name of science before me, you know.”

“How old were you?”

“Ten, I think. Bill was… he said I wouldn’t dare. I proved him wrong.” They were standing in line much like they’re now. Her heart was beating fast, too; this was the first year she was big enough to go on the roller coaster. She’d finally made the height restriction! In the distance she could hear Charlie, still too small that year, bawling. ‘You sure you’re not too chicken, Dana?’ Bill kept asking, smirking at her. Dana’s anger was greater than any fear. She cocked her chin and told him that she was no longer a baby. She was not afraid. When they strapped her in, Dana thought her heart would jump out of her chest. She felt it in her stomach, in her throat; it beat everywhere and it was way too fast. Bill laughed. All through the ride, hardly more than two minutes, he laughed at her, loudly, cruelly and Dana stared straight ahead, willing herself not to cry. She didn’t. Not until it was over, not until she’d been sick all over her shoes. Back then she vowed never to go on a roller coaster ever again. She shudders now, remembering.

“You don’t need to prove anything here, Scully. If you don’t want to do it we’ll leave. There’s uhm… the ferris wheel? We could do the ferris wheel.” This time it’s Mulder who steps away and Scully who holds him back. Mulder is not Bill; he’s not going to laugh at her. Scully is not little Dana anymore; she knows the facts, the mechanics of it now. It’s time to let herself feel it again.

“There is nothing to be afraid of.” She says matter of fact and Mulder, very slowly, nods. “There isn’t anything to be afraid of… right?” Again, he nods.

“It’s perfectly safe, but I’ll follow your lead, Scully.”

“I made my choice… Mulder?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you hold my hand?” She blushes; what a stupid request. She is a grown ass woman with a gun on her hip and karate kicks in her repertoire. Mulder smiles. He kisses her nose as a promise before he leans back to have a better look at her.

“I swear I won’t let go.”

Always

The last Hogwarts quidditch match that Harry and Draco would ever play was nearing its second hour when everything went to Tartarus.

A badly coordinated move, an absentminded scratch on the back of a head and the not-skilled-enough reflexes of a black haired seeker turned what should have been a glorious ending to eight years of education into the reason Draco Malfoy screamed Harry’s name at the top of his lungs loud enough to scare away some birds seven miles away.

“HARRY!” Without thinking twice Draco propelled himself off his broom to the ground where Harry’s body was heading towards after a heavy collision with a bludger. The crack of the saviour’s skull was possibly even louder than Draco’s piercing cry.

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anonymous asked:

What inspired you to start a pro life blog and dedicate your time and energy to helping people? I am pro life myself, and I don't mean to sound rude, forgive me if I do, only wondering if you've had personal experience here or felt God call you to minister in this way.

I started blogging about pro-life issues in 2013. The big turning point for me was when Texas State Senator Wendy Davis, who is pro-abortion, filibustered for 11 hours against state legislation to regulate abortion facilities. 

I had been on Tumblr for a couple years, but I had always stayed out of politics. When I started seeing stuff on my dashboard about Wendy Davis, and realized a lot of people I followed were supporting her, it kind of woke me up. I did some research into the bill and started engaging people in discussion over the bill and abortion in general.

Now, I didn’t have the extensive pro-life apologetics training that I would later receive from multiple pro-life organizations, so my early arguments were awkward at best. But the more I engaged people on the issue, the more I realized how necessary it was. As I received training on pro-life apologetics and tested arguments on tumblr (I always say that if you want to find the weaknesses in a pro-life argument, just post it on tumblr and the pro-choice people here will find them), I got better at defending the pro-life viewpoint. 

Early on, I saw a lot of pro-choice people talking about women “needing” abortion because of a lack of resources. I knew there had to be resources out there, so I did some research and compiled a list. That was when I started to really get reactions, both from pro-life people who cheered me on and from pro-choice people who attacked me. 

There were two other incidents that solidified my determination to keep this blog running.

One was someone who followed me and who I’d interacted with a few times. One day he messaged me and told me that, partially due to my posts, he had not only become pro-life, but questioned all of his other beliefs and radically changed from a liberal to a conservative on basically all issues. I was kind of amazed by this, and I learned that yes, it is possible for people to change their minds on idealogical issues because of tumblr. 

The other was a woman who chose life. By this point I had offered pregnancy resources for several people who came to me for help. I often don’t hear back from them, and sometimes i don’t know if they chose life. This woman told me that she chose life because of a link I posted to Tiny Blue Lines, a blog about a woman’s journey through an unintended pregnancy. The person who messaged me had read the blog and chosen life for her own preborn child because of it. She contacted me a year later to thank me for posting the link, and to tell me about her little boy who had been born a few months earlier. 

That not only encouraged me, hearing that someone had chosen life because of something I posted, but also challenged me to really think about how any given post I make could influence someone’s life or death decision for their child. 

Those are the two stories that I look back to when I’m discouraged by anon hate or by difficult discussions with pro-choice people. They’re also the two stories I tell people when they ask me why in the world I would willingly debate people on the internet :)

anonymous asked:

this might be a bit of a stretch but solas(dragon age) and shepard(mass effect) + difference for the prompt? em, dont feel forced to do this one since its kinda out there!

OK, I’m determined, I’m going to write something for this. Longer than the original 5-10 sentence task and not really the shippiest of responses, but here we go. I’m gonna write Solas into Mass Effect. *cracks knuckles*


“Do not do this.” His voice trembled despite himself, the Dread Wolf’s confident facade crumbling as he watched the Inquisitor raise the artifact, its arcane light catching in her eyes as they glistened, wet with unshed tears. 

“I’m sorry, vhenan,” she whispered. “You left me no choice.”

He lifted his hand, reaching out for her, his throat tightening as he choked out a final word. “Please-”

And then, there was darkness. 

He had underestimated her. Given other circumstances, he might have been proud. Her solution had been far more elegant than the plan he’d concocted to stop the Evanuris. She didn’t need to change the very nature of the world to imprison him. Instead, she trapped him inside his own mind. A dreamless sleep - his consciousness cut off from the world, from her, from the Fade, from the spirits who had brought him so much comfort and companionship over those long years before he met her. There was only a sinking moment of helplessness, a feeling of being stripped bare and hollowed out, a second of useless struggling and then…. nothing.

An utter void.

He had no concept of how much time had passed before he heard the voice. Thin, high and reedy, bearing the quickened cadence of speech and yet Solas could not recognize the language it spoke. He opened his eyes only to squeeze them shut once more, wincing at the harsh, blinding light that surrounded him. A second voice joined the first - softer, feminine - her words sounding just as foreign but in a completely different manner from the first. Yet the two spoke in turn as if they understood one another as Solas got his bearings, forcing himself to sit upright as his head spun. His body felt weak - how long had he slept? - and it took time for his vision to adjust to the strange, artificial light in the room. It had an odd, bluish quality to it, not like firelight or sunlight and twice as bright as either. It made the walls around him seem even more strikingly void of color, surrounded by nothing but dull silver paneling. The only familiar thing he could see lay about his person - a sarcophagus of sorts, clearly decorated with care, though the once-beautiful stone carvings had worn down over the ages. 

There was only one person who would have gone to such trouble to give him an honored burial. 

He was abruptly drawn from his thoughts as a sharp pain erupted from the side of his throat, an odd mechanical hiss sounding seconds after the foreign object pierced him. Solas drew back quickly, nearly toppling out of his carved encasement as he whirled to face his attacker, summoning energy for a spell on reflex as his feet hit the floor.

The…. thing that had touched him did not seem alarmed, staring at a narrow beam of orange light as it set down the implement it had just used to strike him. The light before it shifted, changing into varying unfamiliar patterns and when it next spoke, Solas was surprised to hear it speak in Common. “Hmm. Energy readings. Unidentified. Source and purpose unknown. Increased activity in frontal lobe accompanied by electrical activity in the hands. Strange. Might be coincidental. Unclear how stasis was achieved. Unfamiliar technology. Body clearly nourished, yet source of fuel undetermined. No signs of decomposition. No muscle deterioration. Yet containment does not appear to generate any sort of protective field. No time dilation or cryotech. Just stone. Odd. Otherwise, humanoid. One heart. Nearly identical circulatory system and organ structure to the people of your planet. Will need to analyze DNA to be certain, but-”

“Slow it down, Mordin,” the female voice said again. Solas sought the source of the sound, relieved to see a more familiar form. Human, yes, but at least she was something he could identify, unlike the tall and slim figure who continued to poke at a strangely-marked panel. She was not dissimilar to Cassandra in her height and physique, clad in a slim-fitting black uniform, her hand resting warily on the device she had strapped to her hip. “Just give me the basics.”

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It’s all started by a photograph in the society pages.

The night before, Lockwood and Co had been the guests of honor at a commemorative event celebrating the decline of the Problem. It’s one year to the day from the fall of Fittes House, though most of London is still—and likely will forever be—completely in the dark regarding what actually happened there. The Problem isn’t solved yet, but things are getting better every day, and as far as London is concerned, they have Lockwood and Co to thank for that.

And what better way to say thank you than to throw a gala?

Very late the next morning, and still in his pajamas for once, Lockwood is relaxing over the paper and thinking back over what he considers to be a successful, enjoyable evening. His company is getting the recognition it deserves, the recognition he’d always known they would get, but his professional satisfaction pales in comparison to the deep-rooted contentment and pleasure he’d found in spending an evening with Lucy Carlyle on his arm.

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overthetopobsessed  asked:

Hey again, Hannah! I don't mean to bother you, but I know your a big sterek fan and I really wouldn't wanna ask anyone else but what are you absolute FAVOURITE Derek POV fics cause most fics are written in Stiles' POV and I know you have great taste in fics!!! P.S hope you don't hate me for asking again!!

Sorry this one took a little longer because I have a few of Derek POV bookmarked but not all my favorites.

i don’t believe in fairy tales (but i believe in you and me) by callunavulgari
Explicit
Words: 3,411

Derek scrolls to the next picture. Stops. Blinks.

For a moment, they just freeze. He can see Stiles’ hand hesitating just next to his out of the corner of his eye, stopped mid-air, like he was reaching to take the phone back. Stiles’ heart is loud — so fucking loud — in the quiet of the loft, drowning out Derek’s own heartbeat and the many varied sounds coming in through the cracked window.

“So,” Stiles says, voice wobbly and pitched high in what’s probably mortification. “That’s my penis.”

Like James Dean, Only Sadder by 42hrb
Teen
Words: 3,809

The star of the Beacon Hills High School baseball team and Beacon Hills resident bad boy probably have nothing in common, right?

Relationship Status: It’s complicated by kellifer_fic 
Mutual
Words: 4,010

Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you’re like, into me?

Stumble, Tumble, Fall by keskasi
Teen
Words: 7,449

Stiles and Parrish are friends. And then Derek and Parrish are friends, and Derek is buying furniture from IKEA and calling the Sheriff John, and that’s even more confusing.

A Love Like Religion by alisvolatpropiis 
Explicit
Words: 10,696 

“Derek, my man, you missed an epic party on Saturday. Seriously, dude, I know morning Mass is like, your thing, but come on. You’re missing on out so much life has to offer, bro.”

Big hands land on shoulders with a thump and a squeeze while Derek stands at his locker, loading his gigantic calculus book into his backpack. He gives his best friend a practiced sidelong glare, which of course just encourages him. “You’ll change your mind when I tell you who sucked me off in Lydia Martin’s bedroom,” Stiles snickers into his ear. 

Despite himself, Derek is curious. He tries to hide it by focusing on his books, but he knows the heat in his cheeks betrays him. “Who,” he asks, giving in, knowing he will eventually.

Maybe Someday (I’ll Be Home For Next Year) by ofherlionheart
Teen
Words: 16,364

AKA, the Grandma Stilinski fic. Derek Hale meets a Mabel Stilinski while living in New York. He learns that she has a grandson. There are miscommunications, scarves, stealth-matchmaking plans, and cookies. Many, many cookies.

Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by alocalband
Explicit
Words: 25,025

A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.Then Stiles shows up.

Your Lifelong Membership is Free by minusoneday
Explicit
Words: 28,544

Uncle Peter’s spent years regaling Derek with tales of his time as President of the Alphas. Derek’s paid close attention, because Peter’s stint as President is a pretty comprehensive guide on ‘How to Successfully Run a Fraternity into the Ground,’ so Derek plans to do the opposite of what Peter did.

***A Derek POV to There is a Brotherhood. In which Derek’s life is hard

Tore a Line in the Sun by stilinski
Teen
Words: 44,929

 "If you’re watching this, you’re probably some kind of sentient life form responding to my distress call – well, it’s not really an official distress call because, well, the hardware for that is kind of crushed, but I’m definitely in distress, so that should probably count for something.“  

The young man on the screen sighs and rubs his face, jerking his hand away with a hiss. He’s bleeding, Derek realises: there’s a gash across his brow and the knuckles of both hands are bruised and bloody, and that’s only what he can make out between the cracks in the glass and the frame of the camera.

tide pulls from the moon by paintedrecs
Mature
Words: 45,258
When Derek left Beacon Hills, finally ripping the tether free and remembering how to breathe, how to live again, it was Stiles who came after him. Stiles, who showed up at his door with blazing eyes, looking like he wanted to punch him in the face, but wrapping his arms around him instead, making him grunt in surprise at the raw strength of his embrace.

“You asshole,” Stiles said, slapping him heartily on the back as he extricated himself, his voice rough under his bright smile. “You couldn’t have made yourself harder to find, could you?”

WIPs (because @leslieknopeismyspiritanimal​ is a treasure and this fic is too good to not put on here)
The Payoff Pitch by Leslie_Knope
Explicit
Current Word Count: 34,994
Chapters: 5/12

Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.

But then he meets Stiles.

anonymous asked:

An opie imagine where the reader gets his crow as a teenager and they break up and after many years (prob in their late 30s) she goes back to charming and he doesn't recognize her, only when he sees her tattoo (but not on purpose tho) I don't have any ideas for an ending so do whatever feels right, thank you!!!!! <3

Originally posted by rideimagines

A/N: I hope you enjoy it!

WARNING: CURSING, MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED MURDER, TRAMATIC READER.

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“Breathe. Deep breaths. It’s just water, it’s just a pool. You can do this.” You whispered to yourself as you looked into the pool of water in front of you and as you looked closer into the water the memory just flooded into your mind.

“Come on babe, you’re the greatest swimmer on the team. You don’t need to practice so hard.” Opie said as he splashed you with water causing you to laugh “And I didn’t become the greatest by just sitting on my ass now did I?” You asked raising and eyebrow as he shrugged “I don’t know maybe you slept with Coach Daniels.” He said smirking causing you to gasp as you swam near him “You think I’d sleep with that awful man?” You said laying your wet arms on his legs as his feet were in the pool of water “I don’t know baby, you sleep with me don’t you?” He asked teasing you as you stuck your tongue out “Harry you’re far from horrible like that man.” You said looking at him as he fixed the strap of your bathing suit.

“You know, you’re truly the most beautiful girl I’ve laid eyes on.” He said smiling full and bright “You know what would make me even better?” You asked as he tilted his looking at you “Your crow right here.” You said pointing to your shoulder blade, his eyes opened wide in shock “Baby, I’m not patched yet, shit I’m not even done prospecting.” He said shocked “We both know you will Harry, and I want to get it for you, for us, for this.” You said now leaning on the ledge to get out of the pool and looking at him “Okay, what do you want it to look like?” He asked as he grabbed your hand towering over you “Something that only we would know about.” You said softly “How about a crow in a water cage.” He said as you smiled “Because I’m a swimmer? You’re so corny Opie.” You said tiptoeing to kiss him.

But you weren’t in that time when you were once so young and happy, you were in this time alone and cold. You gave up with a sigh making your way back to the lockers when you bumped into someone causing you to slip and fall into the water, you flailed your arms trying to swim back to the surface only your arms didn’t find the energy or force to push you up to the air. And just when you thought it was all going to be over you felt a strong arm grab you pulling you up as you’d both reached air you gasped for air, swimming out of the pool as if it was on fire. “Hey! You okay? I didn’t even see you!” The man yelled as you began to speed walk off to the lockers trying to calm yourself down.

“Yeah I’m fine thanks.” You said waving off as you made your way to the locker room to change. He isn’t here anymore (Y/N) you thought as you got dressed. About ten minutes after you had finished getting ready you had stepped out of the locker room to be met with the stranger who had saved you from your death “Hey, I wanted to make sure you were alright. I didn’t see you and felt horrible abou- wait.. (Y/N)?” The man said leaning down towards your face as you moved back into the wall “How do you know my name?” You snapped now scared, wait if he had hired someone to finish what he started, how could you run now?

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I feel like almost all my posts start with “it’s so frustrating that-” but honestly being in ace spaces on tumblr is just constantly frustrating. So here I go:

It’s so frustrating that a-spec exclusionists point to the very real issues with the ace community as a reason to exclude aces because they’re all problematic, or something, but on the other hand have effectively stolen away any spaces a-spec people have to discuss those issues. Outright hate and threats of violence are regularly posted in the ace tags, chasing a-spec people out of those spaces. And discourse is constantly spilling over into non-discourse tags, forcing a-spec people to be constantly on the defensive about their very identity.

This wouldn’t be such a huge issue if there was a larger a-spec community that could discuss things and make changes in physical spaces. There are meet ups and conferences occasionally, but any work done at those places has to be distributed online, because there are so many a-spec people who are not reached by offline spaces. But due to the destruction of ace spaces online, and because the energy of a-spec people is so heavily invested in defending our identities, this work is severely limited.

I’m a non-white person in the ace community who would love to talk more about the intersection of race and a-spec identities, and how the a-spec community is dealing with intersectionality. I want to talk about a-spec identities and how they intersect with mental illness, or trauma (in a deeper way than just validation posts). I want to discuss lgbtq/queer history and issues of privilege with younger a-specs. But I don’t know where that can happen online without it just devolving into circular arguments about how a-spec people aren’t lgtbq.

anonymous asked:

You said you work an office job as well as freelance, right? If you don't mind me asking, how the hell do you manage to do that? Maybe I'm just lazy or plain lame, but my PART-TIME job leaves me too tired to indulge in anything creative. I'd like to change that, but... hooowww? ;-; Howdoyoudoit?

Hi anon! 
I saved your ask for last to answer because I had to really sit down and think about it. My office job is part-time too but I know what you mean. You’re not lazy! And you’re not lame. Doing things just for the money, working hours that never seem to end because you’re doing something you don’t love or even like, leaves this nasty… bone deep weariness that makes you crawl into your bed and never want to leave it. 

The grind and grimy feeling of an office job.
There are actually pretty big gaps on my online presence because of that. I’d sit there staring at a sketchbook or my pencil when I got home from work, and then just turn to get into my bed because I didn’t think I could muster the heart or energy to do something I’d like enough to keep or finish. It’d in turn become me feeling guilty about not making creative works, which made me want to do the thing more but at the same time made it harder to try. So I’d just get quietly frustrated and even more exhausted with myself, and it sucked. And sucks, in general.  

How to push through it? (How did I personally push through it?)

Find one thing that’s irresistible to draw.
No matter what it is, if it makes you happy, it will feel good to do.

If anyone notices in my body of work, little series’ kind of just… happen. My “Dulces” girls (the girls eating the candy with one coloured stocking), my VOID series, my Strawberry Mint Witchling (who was the subject of the VOID series later), this year’s Mermay’s (exploring my love for negative space), my current demoness babes (exploring colour blocks)? They were (and are) all things that, at the time, kept my creative fire stoked and hungry for more. It’s how I keep my pencil moving and my mind going with ideas. I couldn’t wait to draw another, so much so that they just… happened on their own. Like even sitting here now I’m eyeballing my paper imagining another demoness or four.

What had happened was that working at my part-time job made everything literally feel like a chore. Driving was a chore. Eating was a chore. Showering was a chore. And doing the one thing I love more than anything..? Felt like a chore. But by finding my ‘current addiction,’ the act of creating stopped feeling like a chore to do and very quickly became a joy. Making it fun for me was the key to pushing through the cubicle job blues. I don’t know if that’ll work for you anon but it’s how I did it..! I don’t even know if I helped at all but I hope I did. If you have any more questions or anything though feel free to come back.
xoxoxo c;

anonymous asked:

Greetings! Could you please write some Sherlock x reader? I really like your writing and I really need a fix of good Sherlock fics before I die of boredom. Thanks in advance!

*drabble

this is prob crack woops i’m tired

“You can’t hide from me!”

Sherlock shut the door in your face.

John chuckled nervously. “Was that really necessary?”

“Did you want to hear that incessant prattling for another hour?” Sherlock replied, sounding not at the least interested. “Because I don’t.”

You had been on their case ever since you were witness to Sherlock solving a crime over three weeks ago. His perfect deductions, the way his mind worked - everything about him boggled you. Sherlock had never met anyone like you before. Instead of recoiling and cursing him for his blunt, rude behaviour like everyone else - besides John of course - you butted against everything he claimed, searching for your own answers with a fiery zeal that would burn him if he came too close. You were strange, and unpredictable, and -

The door shook as you pounded at it with your fist.

- very persistent.

“She’s been trying to have an audience with you for almost a whole month now,” John said, trying to sympathize with the odd individual on the other side of the door. “Surely she would have given up by now if it were not something important?”

“You and I both know what she’ll say, it’s the same every time. Why should I bother?”

John pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes at his flat mate. “Sherlock.”

Sherlock squinted back, knowing where this was headed. “No.”

“How about having some human compassion? Are you really that cold? I didn’t know my friend was this kind of man.”

“I don’t care.”

“Do you really?”

Sherlock growled before twisting back around and heading to the living room without a word. John smiled at his victory, opening the door.

“Hello! I’m sorry for the dela-”

You zoomed past him and up the stairs, leaving him stunned.

“You!”

Sherlock pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Tell me how you did it,” You couldn’t keep still, pointing a shaky finger at him in anger.

“I’ve already told you,” Sherlock pinned you with a blank stare, the disdain dripping from his tone so thick you could taste it. “You just refuse to believe me.”

“No human being could see that much about a person in that little amount of time!” Your eye twitched. “Deductions? A mind palace?? Don’t think me a fool. It must have been some sort of trick, so I demand that you quit lying.”

This set Sherlock off.

“Lie?” He sniffed, his hand gripping the side of his thinking seat and losing his calm aura. “I do not need to stoop to that level. If you want a show right here right now, I will give you one.”

“Sherlock,” John said through gritted teeth, clamping his hands down on the shoulders of the man as if to physically keep him down. His expression comically changed as he offered you a soft look of understanding. “I’m incredibly sorry for my friend here, but we really do have nothing to offer you than the truth we’ve already given you.”

You appraised him. “Thank you sir, but don’t worry about me. It’s not your fault he’s a fake.”

Sherlock stiffened, and you swore you could hear a pin drop.

John let him go limply without any request, sighing and taking a seat at the table. He shook his head. “You’ve gone and done it now.”

What?

“Three hours.”

“Excuse me?”

“No, four actually. That’s how long ago you stepped into the restaurant about five blocks from now.” Sherlock trapped you in his gaze and you found yourself unable to glance away. “You ate seafood with a side choice of wine accompanied by some type of milky dessert - ice-cream? No, ice-cream cake, clever.”

“How did you-?” You looked at your clothes for any stains but found none and was stunned into silence. He continued anyway.

“You don’t live here? No, that’s not it…you’ve lived here for about the last five years. You went on vacation recently though - somewhere sunny - where you hurt yourself, tripped, and now walk with a slight limp. But that’s fine, because you had a couple series of childhood dancing lessons, and know how to work with your feet.” He wasn’t stopping, in fact his energy grew with each word he uttered. You know understood John’s reluctance to let him do this. To let this…beast go.

His unnatural eyes swept over your form once more, stripping you down to your very soul and leaving you shivering.

“All this time you’ve been attempting to get into my own head and prove me wrong. Pathetic. The reason is weak: that is, you’ve spent your entire life with no one ever believing you but yourself.” 

John paled, just as your fist trembled. He cleared his throat. “Sherlock, I think that’s enough.”

“In fact,” Sherlock ignored him. ”the only reason you’ve been this persistent is because you are tired of your own silence, and you are pushing your own self doubts onto me, hoping it’ll relieve the stress of your own depressing thoughts about your self value.”

There was silence, yet again.

Sherlock slunk back into his chair and rose an eyebrow, unimpressed.

You didn’t move.

John’s jaw shifted underneath tense, tightly drawn skin as he bit his lip, watching your still figure. “Y/N? I’m so, so sorry-”

“That was amazing,” You spoke softly.

The two males stared.

“Incredible!” You shouted, and chaos immediately sprung back in, breaking the motionless air as you dove at the world’s only consulting detective.

He dodged, and you crashed into the floor.

“How did you do that?!! Can you teach me your secrets?!” Any irritation in your eyes was now completely gone and it was like you were a different person, staring at him like he was god on earth.

For the first time, Sherlock could not make sense of what was in front of him.

“Are you not repulsed??”

“Of course not!! You’re absolutely stunning!!! And the way you delivered it all oh my god - you need not ask of course but I am now your faithful companion who will work dutifully at your side-”

“John get her away from me-”

You dove again but this time captured your target, sending him, you, and the chair toppling to the ground. 

John blinked, then went into the kitchen to make tea.

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anonymous asked:

Dear Pear, I have been writing a story that involves magic and magical creatures. However, I am having a hard time trying to find a way to separate the magic that some humans can do and the magic that magical creatures like nymph and fae can do since I don't want them to have the same magical abilities. I thought of some ideas, but all them are kinda of mediocre. I was wondering if you had any suggestions or references? Thank you!

Hi Anon! Magic systems are right up my alley, so thanks for thinking of me!

There are a couple of things that define a magic system: Abilities, manifestation, and limitations. Changing up one of these will certainly help differentiate the types of magic in your world (human magic vs. creature magic, in your case), but also consider that you have two other areas to play with that can also help make the other sides of magic feel different from each other.

You’re talking about wanting to change up the abilities that the two sides are capable of performing. One way to help get a grasp on this is defining what each side’s domains are, that is, what kind of magic are they able to cast? This also ties in with the other two aspects, manifestation–that is, how they are able to cast their magic–and limitations–what they can do, what they can’t, and what can go wrong.

Now, I don’t know what kinds of creatures you have in your world, so take this with a grain of salt, but is the magic your creatures can cast tied to what kind of creature they are? Can djinn or salamanders cast the same kinds of magic as dryads or naiads? If each type of creature has its own type of magic that it uses, what’s to say humans don’t have their own? Maybe the creatures have abilities that mostly pertain to nature while humans are able to manipulate force energy or gravity or magnetism or technology and electrical impulses.

You have to define those realms of power, remembering that in order to be an effective system, there must be limitations on what each of these types of people can do. They all can’t do it all, and if they can all do everything, what makes them different? Is it how they cast it? Is it how good they are at certain ones? Are there just a select few domains that are specifically only for one side and not the other? If they can cast many of the same spells, perhaps one type of person has better control over a particular domain than another and there are penalties for an individual of either side attempting to cast from the domains of magic that belong to another type of person.

What’s something that humans have that creatures don’t? What makes them unique in your world?

How do creatures call their magic, and does that differ from how the humans perform theirs? Do humans or certain creatures have handicaps when using their magic? Do some require certain words to be spoken or physical materials such as herbs or candles, or foci like a wand or crystals?

Are there certain types of magic that require a unique combination of casters (This Spell can only be cast by having a salamander manipulate fire and a centaur’s telekinesis)?

How can things go wrong for either side? Can one side cast one way, but casting that same way causes the other side severe backlash? Does one side’s magic have the potential to be addictive or cause cumulative effects (good or bad)?

Hopefully these have given you some things to think about. I think if you separate them out and try to build them as two separate magic systems, you’ll have better luck in figuring out the ins and outs that differentiate the two sides. Focus on how they cast, what that looks like for both sides, where their magic comes from, what’s not possible for each side, and what kinds of things can cause problems for either side, and I think you’ll have some luck.

Good luck! -Pear

In the meantime, here are some more resources on building magic systems that might be of use:
Let’s Talk About: Magic Building
Building Your Own Magic Systems
A Questionnaire For Building Magic Systems
Magic and Rules from @daringthepen
12 Questions to Ask Yourself About the System of Magic in Your Fantasy Novel from iO9
A Wikipedia page discussing magic in fiction
Magic Rules! Types of Magic from P. June Diehl
A List of Elemental Abilities from @thewritershandbook
Types of Divination, A Masterpost of Sorts
A wikia list of magical powers

Spirit Interview with Demon, Au
  • All interviews are voluntary, so everyone can get an idea of the entities that I work with. This is Au, a demon I work with that can be rather blunt, so forgive him, lol. He is also one of the unbounds I work with, and rather surprised me when he expressed interest in doing this. He gives off a very heavy energy, that almost feels like sludge or slime, which can be overwhelming if you a aren't used to it. I do get headaches from it sometimes if he pops out of nowhere. He is very nice to me, but has an intense temper and is quick to act (too quick sometimes).
  • Me: Hey, to start off with, what would you prefer to be called during the duration of this interview? You do not have to share your full name if you are not comfortable, and can use an initial if you like.
  • Au: Au is fine. (Its a shortened version of his name)
  • Me: You understand you do not have to answer any questions if you aren't comfortable sharing, and that this will be shared with others?
  • Au: Yes, continue
  • Me: K, what sort of entity are you?
  • Au: Why do you ask questions you know?
  • Me: Interview, remember?
  • Au: *grunt* Right. Demon, although there is no human word for my species.
  • Me: Is there anything special your species does?
  • Au: We are attracted to the lack of energy left in the death of life in all creatures and beings.
  • Me: Do you have a favorite way of communicating?
  • Au: Words.
  • I start laughing.
  • Au: What?
  • Me: Do you want me to describe your appearance or either of your forms?
  • Au: No.
  • Me: Can I describe the energy you put off?
  • Au: Fine.
  • Me: What attracted you to working with humans?
  • Au: I am not.
  • Me: I am human.
  • Au: You are different.
  • Me: How?
  • Au: You do not fear like others, and have a curiosity. You did not banish me or scream when I arrived the first night.
  • Me: How did you find me?
  • Au: I was nearby.
  • Me: Would you work with other humans in the future? Do you have an interest in that now?
  • Au: *grunts* I do not know. Unlikely.
  • Me: Has your impression of me changed over time.
  • Au: You are funny!
  • Me: You never think I am funny! (I think I rolled my eyes)
  • Au: You find me funny!
  • Me: You are funny sometimes! In what ways have you worked with me?
  • Au: I fortified your walls.
  • (He did add to my wards around my home and astral areas.)
  • Me: Do you get along with your family?
  • Au: I like this family. They don't all trust me but I like them.
  • Me: Thats adorable, although I meant do you have any other family?
  • Au: *thinks for a minute* I do not communicate with them.
  • Me: K, do you have favorite foods?
  • Au: I like that cow slice that you eat!
  • (Hes referring to steak, I think)
  • Me: Do you have anything you like bonding over?
  • Au: That tube you smoke that makes you laugh!
  • Me: My weed vape?
  • Au: Yes!
  • Me: Seriously? Alright. Um, what are your favorite colors?
  • Au: Brown and red.
  • Me: Favorite offering?
  • Au: Dying things.
  • Me: How did I know that was coming...
  • Au: *teethy grin*
  • Me: Whats your favorite donut?
  • Au: Whats that?
  • Me: A human pastry thats sweet and sometimes has frosting. And has different flavors.
  • Au: That sounds good. Do you eat those?
  • Me: Not really.
  • Au: Why?
  • Me: They aren't that healthy.
  • Au: But they sound like something you would like.
  • Me: I do like them, I just don't eat them.
  • Au: Then how am I to know what they taste like?
  • Me: Point taken. How long have you been working with me?
  • Au: You don't do my work.
  • Me: I meant how long have you been casually hanging around here?
  • Au: Oh. 8 months.
  • Me: This is starting to get long, we should stop for now. Would you do this again?
  • Au: Good, I have to leave soon. It would depend on the questions.
  • Me: Would you like to say goodbye?
  • Au: I am not leaving yet.
  • Me: To Tumblr!
  • Au: Goodbye?
  • Me: *laughs*
  • Anyway, hope you all like this, I'll post more in the next day or two!

It fairly well known that vampires that remain sedentary for too long begin to ‘petrify’ (how long they have to remain more or less motionless and the amount of motion needed to hold this off is a whole other topic that I could go on about). However, the guide apparently states that vampire who have gone/are going through this process are no less strong or able than other vampire who have remained moving.

This really doesn’t make a ton of sense to me. In the books, Bella described the volturi leaders as having delicate skin (like onions I suddenly want to quote Shrek) and foggy/milky eyes which definitely aren’t adjectives I’d use on people who weren’t going through something not super great health wise. They sound anything but strong and able-bodied. Even the term ‘petrified’ makes it sound like any speed or strength they have is brittle. Yet it is made clear that they are no less indestructible or strong as the average vampire. 

Well, one idea I could possibly see is that these changes, while physical, aren’t tied to their abilities like agility or strength. Regardless of how they look the venom apparently is able to protect them just the same. However, they are described as looking ‘unsettling.’

So, maybe what’s really going on is that what they’re losing is their ability to look like a human. Like, if they’re spending centuries upon centuries not really moving much then they obviously don’t need to have this unnatural human beauty to draw prey in. And they’re totally still beautiful, but now it’s more in a haunting way. They look like they’re human, but they’re obviously not. Based on their life style tho, they don’t need to look almost human to feed regularly, so why put energy towards that. 

Maybe the longer a vampire goes without having to hunt for prey the less human they become, the unsettling they look. If the volturi stay in power, as time marches on they become more and more non-human looking. 

anonymous asked:

B one of my friends is a het Harrie and she told me that one of the blogs that got the anons about Harry's son talked to the person that was spreading it directly and apparently everything makes sense and a bunch of het Harries believe it now, what if it's true? I'm sorry, I don't think you even talked about it, but you're the only one that calms me down because you talk about everything and consider all the possibilities so if you don't believe it neither do I...

Hey bean. I’m sorry you feel stressed about this! I don’t know how much help I’ll be to you, though. First and foremost you should always trust your gut above all else. I’m always happy to share my opinion, but I’m looking at the same information as everyone else and we all interpret it differently. Don’t ever believe or disbelieve something just because someone else does.

As for the rumor itself…it seems like someone REALLY wants people to believe it for whatever reason. I personally don’t believe it because I still think harry and Louis are in a relationship together so I have trouble believing harry has a secret girlfriend and a kid hidden away somewhere. It happened that long ago and we’re just hearing rumors of it now? Knowing how wildly invasive this fandom is? I mean I obviously don’t know all the details of the rumor since I haven’t looked closely at it but it just seems a bit wild to me and I personally had a good laugh over it earlier. Who knows though. I also said babygate would be over in 2 weeks and here we are.

But more importantly I just can’t bring myself to care all that much. Something shifted in me back in December and I realized that I just don’t have it in me to think too much about anything related to any of their personal lives be it real or fake or somewhere in between amplified for show. I consider myself to be a larrie because I do think they’re in a relationship like I said, but it’s not something I focus on. I’m not here because of that. I love them both individually for who they are and the music they create. That’s what I care to blog about. Sure, I’ll react to things when they actually happen sometimes, or I’ll make ranty emotional tag posts when I’m wickedly drunk, but for the most part I just can’t bring myself to stress over any of it. Me blogging about it or stressing about it is mot going to change what may or may not happen.

I actually had a big conversation with my roommate about this earlier regarding Real Life stuff. It’s just not who I am. If something is bothering me or stressing me out, I like to take that energy and use it to do something proactive to change the situation. And if there’s nothing to do to change it, then I’m not going to bother wasting my energy on it.

In this instance?like I said, my blogging about isn’t going to make something happen or not happen. I don’t have that power. So I’ll read the rumors, chuckle, shrug, and move on to something I DO want to spend my mental energy on. Like looking at Louis’ photo shoot pictures today and. Or breathing for 20 minutes because holy shit he took my breath away. What is his album going to sound like? Will he utilize the full range of his voice? Or wondering what harry is going to wear while on tour. How many brightly colored pairs of pants does he own? Will he change midway through? Will he sing different covers every night? These are the questions I’d much rather focus on.

Anyway I hope this helps a little!

sleepyanimeprincess  asked:

2d and 26 for the song fic thing?

(Mr. Brightside - The Killers)

2D

So maybe 2D had some trust issues.

Being cheated on could really change your perspective on how you viewed your relationships, and how quick you would be to trust another person. He remembers back when he was with Paula, when the incident happened with Murdoc, how he hadn’t been able to believe it, how his heart felt like a brick in his chest and all the breath seemed to have left his lungs. Sometimes, he still wondered where he’d went wrong, but he had always been an optimistic person, willing to keep chugging along even if the world wanted to drag him down.

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katsukinks-deactivated20170617  asked:

Hi! I have trouble with sentence flow. Like when I write something and read it afterwards, the order of the paragraphs don't really add up. It causes an awkward jumping to one topic to another. Any tips? :)

Hi!

Flow is an interesting concept. Most people can identity good flow or bad flow when they see it, and yet it’s so hard to define the elements that make it so. 

There is also the matter of deciding where the problem with the flow is happening, since flow could be referring to several different things. It could be:

1. Sentence flow: How each sentence sounds, and whether or not they make sense in the order that they are in. 

2. Paragraph flow: How each paragraph connects to the next, and whether or not they make sense in the order that they are in.

3. Conceptual flow: How each idea connects to the next, and whether or not they make sense in the order that they are in.

And then, for each of those things, there is the matter of whether or not some of those elements need to be there at all, or whether they are just slowing down or confusing the rest of the scene.

I know you state sentence flow, but the rest of the question makes it sound more paragraph or even conceptual. For your benefit and for the sake of being thorough and a little bit Extra ™ , I’ll briefly go over some tips for all three potential issues. Due to the fact that it’ll probably be long I’m gonna do a Read More.

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