but i never get around to writing any of them


Those Childhood behaviors & experiences that I now get knowing I have bpd like:

Oh yeah identity issues:

  • Not understanding why when actors’ spoke about a character they were playing they treated it like a separate person because for me playing pretend meant becoming that character, another version of myself
  • Transfixing on my friend’s TigerBeat magazines even though I didn’t care about celebrities and getting a subscription myself just for the quizzes 
  • Getting really attached to specific words or phrases that you thought fit you or that other ppl used to describe you (for me it was “unique”, “empath”, not “normal”)
  • Using others’ descriptions of you as the way to describe yourself and your role in your own life (has big eyes, has nice smile, intelligent, artist)
  • Going to the bathroom in school to escape and end up just staring at myself in the mirror and asking who am I? I don’t recognize myself
  • Taking in bad descriptions of yourself and mean comments as truth as well (annoying, loud, talkative, sensitive, judgmental; you interrupt too much, you complain too much, you always think you’re right)
  • Getting really attached to IPod Touch backgrounds and saving ones that I thought represented me
  • Saving screencaps of the results of random silly quizzes as if collecting “facts” about myself
  • Taking on personality traits from a TV show character I liked and wanted to be like, wanting to dress like them, and wanting ppl to call me by the character’s name as a nickname
  • Quoting “Forgive and forget, that’s my motto” from a TV show character because it sounded cool and Right even though it wasn’t at all true about myself
  • Trying to copy some self-harming techniques I had heard to make my depression feel more valid
  • Throwing out a chocolate with caramel inside even though I liked it because I had previously always said I hated caramel and couldn’t contradict that
  • Acting like moments between you and another person or you in general were part of a movie and you had an imagined script of what dramatic thing you should say

Wanting attention & validation:

  • Doing and saying whatever to make adults you liked laugh or give you positive attention 
  • Finished painting a picture I was proud of (around age 3-5), my friend/neighbor who I’m painting with just finished finger painting something as well. My mom praises her and calls her choice to finger paint creative. I immediately smear my entire picture with my fingers
  • Carrying around a book of writings that I covered the outside with notes about it being “top secret” and “do NOT read” in the hopes of attracting interest so that someone would try to read it
  • Telling my best friend I *insert suicide ideation here* to hear her reaction in the hope of concern and attention
  • Biting at my mouth and lips in attempts of (unsuccessfully) hurting myself and getting attention after reading the book Speak in which a girl does the same in response to trauma
  • Talking nonstop, loudly and quickly in attempts to be heard; Having problems interrupting people in conversation  as I was used to being ignored and having limited time to be heard
  • Oversharing in class about personal experiences

Black and white thinking

  • Seeing my darker shift in mood as the new “bad” me vs the younger happier idealized version of myself as the old “good” me
  • Drawing images of broken mirrors, broken hearts, and thorny plants to represent this Bad new me vs regular hearts and thriving pretty plants as the old Good me
  • Seeing ppl as either minor acquaintances or Best Friends, no inbetween  
  • Feeling like ppl, even best friends, couldn’t get me and therefore we shouldn’t be friends anymore
  • Getting mad at ppl for having different opinions because they were Wrong

Unstable moods; Depression and thoughts of suicide or self-harm 

  • Feeling broken, wrong and messed up constantly for not being as happy as I once remembered
  • Writing dramatic sad poems about a perceived loss of innocence aka growing up which I concluded was the reason for the change
  • Leaving class just to wander under the guise of going to the bathroom, linger at windows and fantasize about running away somewhere happy
  • Continuously thinking about and wanting to break the mirrors but knowing it would be messy and probably hurt and I’d get in trouble
  • Feeling like I wanted to die before knowing what that meant and feeling like no one could save me
  • Punching my desk and the school porcelain sinks to feel my knuckles sting; scraping my hands with pens by drawing rough repeated lines over the skin to “punish” myself for being “bad”
  • Self-harming before knowing what that meant
  • Prolonging eating to punish yourself with hunger but giving into eating eventually
  • Feeling weak about not being able to commit to doing serious harm to myself
  • Having episodes of loss of interest in all things I found fun; feeling numb
  • Erratic sleeping patterns
  • Wanting to call in sick from school or pretend your sick to stay home because you just feel awful and don’t know why
  • Wanting to die on the way to school, passively feeling okay with the thought you might get hit by a car or bus

Unstable relationships; Imprinting, FPs, (Perceived) Abandonment & Splitting

  • Getting super attached to my first best friend in kindergarten and being convinced we’d be best friends forever 
  • Coming home crying every other day the next year when she got new friends who all didn’t want me around them
  • “Testing out” a new friend group everyday to try and find a place I felt like I belonged  
  • Spending recess after recess walking around alone and watching all the other kids play together reasoning everyone has a friend but me
  • Not playing with other kids who invited me to because they weren’t my Best Friend (cough baby’s first FP cough)
  • Getting super attached to my new neighbor/friend and jumping at any chance to hang out with her even when she was mean to me or didn’t really want to hang out with me
  • When she suddenly started avoiding me and stopped talking to me after years of friendship I went from hurt to completely uncaring as if we were never friends at all
  • At my new school, I once again spent my time trying out new friend groups and dropping them when they didn’t fit me and ended up in the small assortment of “rejects” 
  • Going back and forth between being best friends, feeling better than them, feeling bad that they were putting energy into someone who really didn’t care
  • Feeling like I was pretending and didn’t care about them as much as they cared about me (none of them were my FP) and therefore we shouldn’t be friends at all 
  • Getting super attached to a new girl in school because I didn’t have any close friends and we were both Guyanese and therefore somehow connected; saying embarrassing things to her about how I felt detached from other friends and much closer to her in the span of only a few days
  • She told my other friend that I was like an annoying “dog” following her around and she switched schools within the next few weeks
  • I immediately into the “she never existed” mode of detachment 
  • Writing dramatically “I’m sorry I wasn’t a good friend to you when you were such a good friend to me” in my friend’s yearbook (knowing he wouldn’t see it until years later)
  • Getting super attached to and oversharing with teachers who showed me particular kindness and attention
  • Getting depressed when I noticed they showed kindness and attention individually to other students
  • Feeling not good enough or healthy enough to be in relationships

These are my personal experiences but maybe they are relatable to others with bpd.

((This is super long but I just felt like it needed to be said and shown that ppl with bpd often have signs of early symptoms in childhood that get worse later and that they often don’t understand until later. Hope this gives others with bpd some clarity.))

Feel free to share some of your own!

(EDIT: Remembered some more)

I was the student TA for an English class of 9th graders my senior year of high school and god some of those kids were hellions. There were four or five that never did any work and were all around antagonistic. One time two of them got in a fight in class, one of the idiots tried to fight the teacher when he intervened, ended up getting wrestled out of class. Got suspended for a while. Also this was around the time that “damn Daniel” meme was popular, so I had to deal with one kid saying that over and over to his friend for a week. Also, this coming from the person who had to grade everyone’s papers and loves reading and writing for fun, some of the things I read were painful. (One wrote “He putted on his tie.” Putted. PUTTED.)

anonymous asked:

I love your line sketches of the BBcsherlock characters and would love to learn how to draw this way. This style where you can see individual lines instead of other shading absolutely facinates me. Do you have any tips on how to start?

Hey thanks! I don’t think there’s anything particularly special about this sort of style, it’s basically just the same as crosshatching with a traditional pencil, except here with digital art I just used the pen tool in SAI so the lines don’t blend and they stand out more.

Essentially what you’re trying to do is express a plane with a series of lines, like this:

To express tone and shading, you can vary the density:



Or overlap lines (crosshatch):

This doesn’t mean that crosshatching always makes things darker, sometimes you can crosshatch lightly, it’ll just make the shading look finer:

So with a combination of line density, thickness, darkness, and overlap, you can create all sorts of different tones and textures depending on what you need for different parts of the picture:

To express turning faces, you can vary the direction or angle of your lines:

The rest is just a matter of deciding how you use those techniques to express the picture you want to draw, and that’s a matter of your own judgement and experience; it would be impossible to list every rule because there aren’t any rules. The stuff about thickness and crosshatching and density etc. I basically made up just now by looking back on my drawings and analysing the lines; I never actually consciously thought about those things when I drew them, so don’t treat them like commandments or something, play around with different lines and combinations to get a feel for yourself what works in what situations.

To illustrate that I’ll draw a picture of Sherlock and try to break down what I’m doing at each step:

Sorry my notes are a bit messy (I hope you can read my writing) but if anything I guess it reflects how messy my thought process is, I’m always adding things and changing things as I go along.

Always remember, you’re trying to use lines to represent planes, so even though you’re drawing in lines, you need to be looking at the reference and thinking in terms of planes, not lines. Also, make sure you keep your lines parallel so they don’t run into each other because that’ll make it look messy.

I think the best way to learn is always to try things yourself, so don’t just look at this tutorial, go play around with the lines yourself, whether you use my steps as a starting point or draw from a photo of your own, hopefully you’ll get a feel for how to use lines then. Also remember that you can go as detailed or as loose with your lines as you want, so long as you have the important shapes and facial features expressed.

Hope this was helpful! :)

Independence Day

A/N: Fourth of July fluff and nonsense, inspired by some anons I’ve gotten recently about whether Mulder is capable of giving Scully a meaningful gift. 

Timeline:  Post-IWTB, Pre-Revival

Mulder knocks on her door and goes to straighten his tie before he remembers he’s not wearing one.  Hasn’t worn one in years.  He tries not to fidget, suspecting she may be eyeing him through her peephole, but he ends up shifting back and forth on his feet the longer it takes her to answer the door.  

He triple-guesses his outfit for the eighteenth time that night, and berates himself for it, feeling ridiculous for feeling ridiculous.

He hears her soft, even footfalls as she approaches the door, then a long moment of silence. She is peeping.

When she opens the door, her apartment seems to exhale at the exact same moment he does.


“Hey, Scully.”  Scully in her angular new suits and jewel-toned scrubs seems a completely separate being from this creature.  This woman’s hair is pulled up and away from her face and off her neck.  She’s wearing a sky-colored sweater that deepens the blue of her eyes to a dark violet in the low light, and jeans that he knows for a fact have been worn in from years of washing in hard water. He’d washed them a few dozen times himself. She’s hardly wearing a stitch of makeup.

Fuck losing nine minutes.  For a moment, he thinks he might have lost a quarter of a century.  “You look good.”

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Libraries are Magic!

Around age 10/11 I was diagnosed with ADHD. As long as I took my meds, I could focus in school and could continue my reading habits. But I was only on meds for a few years. I’m not really sure why the meds stopped, maybe my new GP didn’t agree with pumping a young child full of stimulants? I honestly have NO recollection of why my treatment stopped. But it did. So around age 14, I stopped reading regularly.

I would read the mandatory novels for school (maybe, mostly I used Spark Notes) and I would read one or two novels a YEAR for recreation. This continued into adulthood. The problem was, with untreated ADHD I had such a hard time following a book that I would just give up reading anything longer than a short story. It was SO frustrating as someone who had always loved reading.

The only way I could read a novel would be if I set aside the time to read it front to back in one sitting. Otherwise, if I read a chapter here and a chapter there, I would totally forget what was happening. This lead to re-reading the previous chapters over and over, which is not only time consuming but so infuriating. Reading became hyperfocus/all at once or zero focus/none at all.

Because of this, if I feel the urge to read I just re-read the same few books over and over time and again because I’m familiar enough with them that I can follow them if I read them over a longer period of time. (It’s like putting on your favorite movie in the background that you don’t actually have to pay attention to in order to enjoy)

Okay, enough of the tragic backstory. Let’s get to the plot…

Libraries are Magic.

A few days ago I needed to print some stuff and my flat mate’s printer stopped working. Rather than trekking into town to go to the office supply store (where I usually do my printing), I decided to wonder down the street to the library…

Before this week, I could count the number of times I’ve been in a public library in the past twenty years on one hand. I haven’t had a library card since I was 9 years old. This was back when you had to look through the card catalog to find a book, it was a LONG time ago. 

Because of my reading difficulties, I’ve had no use for public libraries. They give me anxiety. I haven’t actually finished a book in over FIVE years. I’ve started a few, but I never finish them. This is not something I am proud of. I feel shame for not being able to read and enjoy novels like I used to when I was a kid. I was always ahead in reading comprehension compared to other kids my age but I feel like now, I still have the reading comprehension of a 12 year old.

Now, Christchurch has a lot of libraries. The Christchurch City Library network consists of 22 libraries for a city with a population of 375,000.  I mean, maybe other cities have this many? But I wouldn’t really know since I’ve never paid attention to them. That just seems like A LOT of libraries in one city!? And the thing is, they are AMAZING libraries. 

I had previously been in about three of them around the city and they are all very modern looking. I remember thinking they seemed pretty nice but I was usually just there to use the computer for 5 minutes, so I never actually explored. 

Last week I read [this post] about libraries and I realized how long it had been since I had REALLY explored a library. Libraries I remembered didn’t have any of these modern wonders people were writing about. I was pretty inspired by that post and so I decided to overcome my anxiety this week and get back into the library. Instead of just running in and out of the library to print what I needed, I decided to get a library card. 

When I walked in, I timidly asked a woman at the help desk for assistance. I told her I wanted to get a library card and she took me over to another desk. Because of my anxiety regarding libraries, I had done extensive research on what I needed to get a library card – so I was already prepared with my ID and proof of address.

She had me fill out the membership form and she opened a drawer and asked me what colour I wanted. You get to pick a colour of library card! (I obviously got pink, seeing as it is the best colour) She registered my card in the system and wrote my name on it and handed it to me. 

I guess she registered that I looked like a lost puppy because she asked if I knew about all the things my brand new card entitled me to. I admitted I hadn’t had a library card in nearly twenty years and she looked as if that was her absolute favorite thing to hear.

She pulled up the CCL website and walked me through EVERY part. I mean EVERY part. She showed me how to search the entire city catalog online, how to places holds (if you want a book from a different branch they will transport it to your favorite branch and keep it on hold for you for only $3!! OR if you have disabilities which limit your access to the library it’s FREE!!), how to create reading lists, how to see what I have checked out and when they’re due back, if I have late fees, basically everything you need when you want books or media. 

THEN she showed me the eLibrary!! With my library card, I have access to over 47,000 ebooks and audio books to download FOR FREE. Including everything from major literary works to cookbooks to scholarly articles to resources on how to learn new hobbies. Basically anything you want is available to you digitally now. Click of a button. 

There are also all sorts of community events and classes you can go to that are all sponsored through the library. 

At this point, I am blown away. I am actually crying at the idea of all of this knowledge and all of these resources being readily available to me FOR FREE

This woman looks at me, sees I’m crying and just smiles the most genuine and loving smile any stranger has ever given me. (I suspect most adults don’t usually have this reaction to getting a library card. But I’m not most adults.) I imagine it must have been pretty satisfying to her to get a REAL reaction to how MAGICAL the library is. Look Claudine (I asked her name), I am 100% here for you taking me on this incredible journey from my faded memories of cranky old librarians and dusty books and jettisoning me into the 21st century. THANK. YOU.

Once she releases me to browse on my own, it is like I have landed in some uncharted territory that is full of spectacular things to experience. 

Our library is complete with self service checkout and return stations, computer areas, flat screen tvs, cozy reading areas, huge media libraries, free wi-fi, some apparently have cafes, others have Xbox360 or PS4 to play, and of course…thousands upon thousands of books. 

I eagerly approached the catalog computer and type in the title of a book our midwife recommended. Bam. Not only does it show me all copies available within the 22 libraries, it shows availability, holds, wait lists etc. I click on the title and navigate to the page that shows it’s available at that branch and where to find it. It was as if I just became my own librarian! 

I’ve always been a fan of numbers so the dewy decimal system is a fave of mine. I have absolutely NO trouble finding the book on the shelf. I traced my fingers over the library sticker and thumb threw the pages and clutched it close to my chest. It was my first library book in twenty years and I was emotional.

I wandered around every section, mind racing with what I should read. I sort of ended up psyching myself out about the fact just because I had access to the library didn’t actually cure my ADHD and reading issues. So I decided to just go print what I had originally come in for and check out the pregnancy book. 

During my two hour visit, I had to ask for help about five times. But after my experience with Claudine, I didn’t feel ashamed to have to ask questions that were probably common sense. The workers helped me every time and never made me feel judged, even when I asked where the kids chapter books were. Or how do I log in to the computer now that I have a card. Or how do I check stuff out.

When I scanned my card at the checkout computer, it felt like that beep was the indication of a whole new exciting part of my adult life. I cannot even describe how happy I was to check out a book. 

I now have the CCL app on my phone, a list of books to check out and a plan to go back this weekend. I even applied to be a book shelver at one of the nearby branches AND I started reading a new novel today!!

I am really obsessed with the idea that these great big, amazingly accessible, places of adventure exist and it’s FREE. I feel like I’m a kid all over again.I cannot wait to see where this rekindled passion leads me.



So go to your local library, check it out. PLEASE! I bet it will blow your mind. 

I actually headcanon that Kraglin not only really likes Peter’s music – or music in general – but also can dance quite well.

He basically grew up with Peter, and Peter dances even in dangerous situations, so he probably did it half of the time while on duty on the Eclector – there surely has been a time when Peter, cute and childish and all big pout and puppy’s eyes, managed to get Kraglin to dance with him. And after that, it just kind of stuck with Kraglin, and he’s really quite good at it, and proud of it, too.

Not that the others would believe that. Seeing that Drax was already wrong once about who dances and who doesn’t, and Rocket claims to be a pro at being an a-hole, the first reaction to Peter pointing out that Kraglin can dance (quickly followed by Kraglin’s “An’ why are ye tellin’ them that now, Pete?!”) is disbelieving glances and loud snorts.


“What? Kraglin?!”

“He can dance!” Peter insists, close to feeling personally insulted – he taught the older, after all. He interrupts his protest to grimace as Drax almost breathes his drink up his nose in laughter. “Ew, gross.”

“’s okay, Pete,” Kraglin mumbles, feeling slightly uncomfortable as both Groot and Mantis look at him with wide, amazed eyes, as if it’s something really super cool that he can dance. Which he can, mind you. No matter how much Rocket almost doubles over in laughter and Drax slaps the table’s surface.

“It’s not okay, dude,” Peter slaps the older’s upper arm, ignoring Kraglin’s scrunched-up nose at that gesture. “You don’t gotta act like it’s okay when they are being a-holes, we’re not ice-cold, uncaring Ravagers, after all – present former Ravagers are obviously excluded from the ice-cold part, too.”  

“I’m not even trying to be an a-hole!” Rocket insists, still cackling as he wheezes out his words. “I just think… he would rather stumble over his way too long legs instead of really dancing, you know!”

They burst into laughter again, even when Gamora glares at them and Groot protests “I am Groot!”

“Aw man, come on, I’m not being mean, I’m saying the truth!”

“I have to agree with the raccoon,” Drax pipes up, wiping his eyes. “Kraglin is a good companion, but not an imbecile like you, Quill.”

“Gee, thanks, man, much appreciated,” Peter drawls.

“I’m just stating that I cannot imagining our new friend fidgeting around like you do, claiming it to be a sort of dance.”

“Okay, now I’m really feeling insulted over here.”

Peter is starting to frown much like Kraglin is used to see from him and his old Capt’n – that downwards-curl of lips while blowing out his cheeks, eyebrows furrowed. All a clear sign that Peter will get seriously pissed any moment now, or start sulking. Or both.

And to be quite honest, Kraglin may or may not be slightly pissed himself that he’s being underestimated that badly. So he makes a quick decision, thinking that he will just blame Peter later if he is going to embarrass himself now.

“Pete, hold my beer.”

“Huh? Okay,” the younger scrambles to do as told, gaze flicking from the tankard in his hands to Kraglin, who is shrugging off the upper part of his jumpsuit. A wide grin eliminates the upcoming frown in an instant. “You’re showing them? Sweet! Go kick some ass!”

“’m gonna kick yer ass if they start laughin’ at me ‘gain,” Kraglin grumbles, though he pats Groot’s head when the little tree looks seriously worried about the threat.

“Dully noted.”

“But smiling is okay, right?” Mantis pipes up as she takes Kraglin’s jacket, looking equally worried and excited for what was to come.

“Smiling is more than okay, bug,” Kraglin assures her, stretching before aiming for the free space in the middle of the room.

Gamora is the first to notice that something is going on, by the way Peter is beaming like a giant sun as he runs to turn on the music as loud as possible, searching for a song that is good for dancing. Groot and Mantis are already fascinated like little children, watching Kraglin’s every move as he taps his foot and waits to find a good rhythm.

Gamora smiles to herself and settles back, deciding to watch the show. Perhaps it will shut up the laughing guys next to her.


And oh, how she’s right about that. She has never seen Rocket’s mouth snap shut so quickly, or Drax eyes go quite that wide in disbelief.

And if Mantis and Groot all but hang onto Kraglin, wanting to learn to dance, too, and Peter uses the loud distraction to pull Gamora to her feet to get her to dance with him and bellows over to Rocket and Drax to try it, too, and the evening ends in a chaos as everybody tries and not all of them succeed to dance as if they have any idea how to do it… Well. Gamora sure isn’t going to complain about it.

Reasons I think Fablehaven is a grossly underappreciated series

I’ve been a huge fan of this series ever since my parents bought me the books about 8 years ago or so, but sadly, in the light of the final novels for the Harry Potter series making their debut, other fantasy novels were lost to the wind in the tidal wave of fame HP received. So I’m just going to make a big appreciation post for one of the greatest novel series of all time (in my opinion - and I’m going to keep it as spoiler free as possible). If you read this series, or heard of it, you might understand what I talk about, and you are now my friend.

Here’s a list of things that, as a writer, I appreciate:

  • The story context. The idea of a preserve for magical creatures is just baller, okay? Tell me that doesn’t sound epic.
  • The protagonists. Not only are there two main protagonists, who share the attention of the plotline equally, but they are also SIBLINGS. The brother, Seth, is a bit of a troublemaker, and is the catalyst for a lot of crazy interactions (though he rarely takes things too far if he can help it). He’s got high levels of sass, and his lines are some of the best I’ve ever seen in writing. He’s enjoyable, but also knows when it’s time to cut the crap. Since he’s rarely serious, that makes the impact all the greater when he DOES get his act together. Kendra, the older sister by one year, is a stickler for keeping to the rules, but will often cave in and follow her brother around at the promise of a little fun, even though most of the time she’s making sure he just doesn’t hurt himself. While more sensitive than her brother in some cases, she’s often the stronger of the two, in that she gets. Sh*t. DONE. It is so rare for me to find novels and written works that have protagonists who are also close siblings and maintain their relationship as brother and sister realistically throughout the series, and their personalities bounce off of each other SO WELL. They’re easy to follow, but still intelligent. A good balance that respects the characters as well as the reader for not dumbing down their speech when unnecessary.
  • The writing. The style is beautiful, it absolutely paints pictures in your head. Which is great, since actual illustrations are hardly ever present in the book - only 2-3 full-page images per book that aren’t the small titlecards to the chapter at the top of the page, which only serve the purpose of showing the location of the current chapter. A lot of care and attention went into the writing of these novels - the pacing is perfect to keep you absorbed and not bore you, but also not too fast so as to be throwing things at you when you need a break from the insanity. And trust me. There will be insanity.
  • The Fables. They’re not technically called ‘Fables’ in the books, it’s just easier for me to call them that - in reality, I’m referring to EVERY SINGLE FANTASTICAL CREATURE. Not just the classics - demons, dragons, fairies, centaurs - but also the incredible variety and the sheer scale of it all. Fablehaven incorporates legends from all over the world, it truly gives you the feeling that there is magic everywhere, to the point where you almost can’t escape it. I swear to god, I started checking everywhere to look for magical animals when I was done reading these novels, and I was sixteen when I finished them - these books are that good, people. Egyptian/African mythological creatures? Got ‘em. Native American legends? Those too. Australian terrors? Yep. Nordic mythical creatures? Absolutely. Outlandish and surreal new monsters you haven’t thought of? Definitely. You want it? Fablehaven probably has it.
  • The risk. There is no pussyfooting around with this series. They establish right away in the very first book that literally anything can kill you. ANYTHING. Clay golem = deadly as hell. Water nymphs = oh their goal in life is to kill you because it’s ‘funny’. Fairies = mess with them, they will wreck your shit. Cursed plants = have been known to leave no survivors. Floating balloon-like bulbs = yeah those are filled with an extremely acidic gas that will fill the air instantly and melt you like butter if they pop, which can happen if you so much as touch them. The sense of danger being everywhere is very potent, and keeps you on edge for something to go down all the time.
  • The villains. Oh, there’s no way in hell I’m telling you who the villains are. Because you will never see it coming when you find out. Half of the series, you don’t even know who the villains are, and sometimes you even question which is morally right or wrong. Which makes it all the more disturbing when you find out who. But I will tell you this. The villains are some of the most bone-chilling I’ve ever read about, and this is coming from a second-year college student. This isn’t Scooby Doo, kiddies. The author doesn’t BS around and treats it as real life, and by god does it work.
  • The plot twists. Once again, I ain’t telling you jack. You have to find out for yourself. The writers and editors for these books were geniuses. Only when you hit the plot twists and the bombs are dropped on you do you realize that they were being hinted to at all.
  • THE MOTHERF%$#ING DRAGONS. DUDE. Fablehaven has one of the BEST. THE BEST. INTERPRETATION OF DRAGONS I’VE EVER SEEN. Dragons aren’t just beasts to be slain, or ridden like steeds - the dragons are magical beings of incredible power, revered and allowed to live freely in secret magical preserves. Not because they’re hunted, oh no. Because if they were allowed to be released into the world, they would cause massive chaos when attacked by humans who don’t understand them. The dragons are NOT to be trifled with - in fact, if you tried to ride one, they would kill you on the spot. To put a skeleton of one on display is practically blasphemous, so trophy hunters beware. And since their powers vary by species and individual, they aren’t just stereotypical firebreathers. There’s dragons who can turn into human form, there’s dragons who are made entirely of poison to the point where being in the same room as them would be instant death, dragons who can do nothing but turn invisible, even a six-legged Quetzalcoatl-like dragon who breathes a gas that forces people to tell the truth. Just. Mother. F*&^ing. DRAGONS.
  • The Fairy Trader. If you’re not even slightly amused by the fact that the magical preserve owners purchase and trade fairies with an Indiana Jones-type guy whose job is to travel the world and capture rare fairies to swap like Pokemon cards, our friendship is in jeopardy.
  • The drama. The moments when shit starts to get real, I can guarantee you will never forget. I can recall every moment from every book when things started getting heavy and dangerous, practically by heart. I draw a lot of inspiration from them, too. And harkening back to the variety of magical creatures that I mentioned before, that gives me a LOT of great source material from around the world.

And these are just some of the things! I can’t tell you any more of the things I want to gush about because they would be spoilers. But if this post doesn’t at least poke at your interest, well, I enjoyed writing it anyway.

Moments. Chapter 11: Temptation

Idea explained here

You can read all the parts here

(I’ve decided to put the prompts in the end from now on so it’s not like a spoiler or anything)

WARNING: This chapter as you can see in the name, deals with temptation, meaning that Sana will doubt her limits for a moment. I can promise you (even if this is a spoiler to the chapter) that nothing will happen between them because I respect Sana’s limits so much and I would never write something against those limits but I thought that she, as any girl in her situation, could doubt it for a moment but then choose not to act on those thoughts. I’ve written this with all my respect and I seriously hope that this doesn’t upset anyone in anyway. If you don’t want to read this chapter I’ll totally understand it. And I’m really really sorry if this upsets anyone. 

Also, this is set around two years after they get together.

Chapter 11: Temptation

She looked at her watch anticipating the moment. He was always the one giving her surprises but this time it was her turn.

Sana had finished classes earlier than expected and since her university was pretty close to Yousef’s work she had decided to give him a surprise and ask him to go to have lunch together, he was finishing in a few minutes anyway so he would be free soon.

She entered the kindergarten and looked around trying to find him. She spotted him in the back of the room circled by kids. She approached him but stopped behind two girls, one blonde and one brunette, who seemed about her age. They were standing there, a few meters from Yousef, and they were totally checking him out.

“How can he be so hot?” the blonde told her friend

“I know!! He’s so attractive”

“And the way he’s with kids? Like my little sister is always talking about him”

“Mine too! She’s always saying that her teacher Yousef is the best, and I mean I don’t blame her” the brunette said

“I love when my mom asks me to come and pick Emmelie from here because I mean, look at him” the blonde girl squealed

“Listen, I don’t even wait for my mom to ask me to come, I’m always offering to pick up Lea” the brunette chuckled

“Huh, I’m going to start to do that too”

“Have you ever talked to him, though?”

Ah, not really, like only “hi” and “have a good day” things like that. But he’s always so polite and cute and well, hot!”

“Same with me. Do you think he has a girlfriend?”

“I really hope not”

“Are you going to ask him out or something?”

“I might…he drives me crazy!”

Sana couldn’t bear to hear those things anymore. It was time she showed those girls who she was. She walked past them shoving the blonde’s shoulder slightly.

“Yousef” she called him with a lovely voice

He looked up and Sana could swear that his smiled lit up the room. He said something to the kids and started to walk towards her.

“What are you doing here?”

He leaned in to give her a kiss on her cheek. Sana took the chance and wrapped her arms around his neck to hug him catching him off guard. It wasn’t like Yousef was going to say no to a hug from Sana so he instantly wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. She pulled apart after a moment resting her hands on his chest.

“I ended early and wanted to give you a surprise.” She said kissing his cheek “Want to have lunch together?”

“Uh, yes of course!” he said grinning

“Great!!” she said giving him another kiss on his other cheek

“Wow, what’s with you today?” he asked chuckling

“What? Can’t I be happy to see my boyfriend?” she said emphasizing the last word.

“Of course you can, babe” he said kissing her forehead “Okay, I’m out in ten minutes. Can you wait here?”

She nodded with a huge smile.

“See you in a bit boyfriend” she almost yelled.

She then turned around to look at the girls with a smug smile. The girls looked at her with a disgusted face, took their sisters hands and left the building without a word.

“Sana?” she heard Yousef calling

She turned around biting her lip, he was supposed to have gone.

“Did you scared those girls off?” he asked raising his eyebrow at her

“No” she frowned

“Wait a minute, is that why you were acting like that? You were trying to what? Mark your territory?”


He titled his head and glared at her

“They were calling you hot!” she whined

“Oh my god, this is the best day of my life. Sana Bakkoush is jealous” he said laughing

“No. I’m not jealous, I’m…protective”

“Sure you are” he chuckled “Okay Miss protective, I’m going to get my things and I’ll be back in a minute try not to kill any girl while I’m gone”

She rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms on her chest. She wasn’t jealous but those girls need to know not to mess with her boyfriend.


“You have to come more often to the kindergarten, especially if there are girls there. You were really lovely with me” Yousef said a few hours later as they cuddled on Sana’s couch

“It wasn’t because of the girls” she said patting him on the chest.

He had his arm around her shoulder and she was resting her head on his chest.


“Seriously. Do you think I don’t want to be…you know…touchy…with you? ‘Cause I do, I just choose not to”

“That’s not what I meant” he said squeezing her shoulder

She didn’t say anything and looked at the floor

“Hey, look at me” he said

She looked up with her head still on his chest.

“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant”

She nodded but kept looking at him. She took a moment to just focus on every inch of his face. She swallowed really hard, trying to keep her mind straight but him being so close wasn’t making it easy. She knew she should be backing off but instead she found herself pulling herself up leaning a little closer.

“Sana, what…”

He said but she wasn’t listening she was focusing on his lips, his beautiful lips. She moved a little closer, only a few inches were keeping them apart now.

“Sana” he warned her

She looked from his lips to his eyes and saw a mix of lust and concern which seemed contradictory but made total sense to her. She bit her lip and looked at his once more.

Then suddenly she shook her head, she couldn’t do it. She backed off abruptly and sat on the other side of the couch.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I can’t, I just can’t” she said as she covered her face with her hands

“Sana, it’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry” he tried to calm her but she was already freaking out.

“I can’t, I can’t” she kept saying, tears rolling down her face and wetting her hands.

“Hey, hey, Sana” he stood up and walked to her, crouching in front of her. “Sana…”

He took her hands gently and pulled them away from her face.

“Sana, it’s okay”

“It’s…it’s not that I don’t want to kiss you…but I can’t…I made a promise to myself and I want to stick to it, I’m sorry…” she said between sobs

“Stop apologizing. I know your boundaries and I respect them, you know that. I’m not here for that stuff”

“But we’ve been dating for two years now and you…you will want to…and I won’t…and you will get tired of me. You will. You will find another girl who…who can give you what you want…like the girls from today”

“Wait. Is that what this is about? Those girls?”

“No, it’s not that…but it reminded me of this…”

“Sana I will never get tired of you okay? You are what I want, no one else”

“You don’t know that”

“Okay, that’s it. Come here” he said standing up and holding her hand.

She let him get her on her feet and guide her around her house till they reached the bathroom. Yousef opened the door, turned the light on and placed Sana in front of the mirror, him standing right behind her.

“Look at that mirror and tell me what you see” he said

“I see a girl who is a mess” she said sniffling.

“Okay, you want to know what I see?” he said looking at her eyes on the mirror. “I see the girl I love, I see the love of my life, I see my soulmate, I see the only girl I’ve ever wanted and the only girl I’ll ever want, I see the only person who can give me what I want and what I need and you want to know what that is? It’s her heart.” He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to look at him “I don’t want anything else from you Sana, only your love, only your time, only your smile. That’s it. I will never, ever, get tired of you. I love you, just the way you are, with your limits, with your boundaries, with your faith, with your thoughts because that’s what makes you the girl you are, the girl I fell in love with and I wouldn’t change that girl for anything. So please, don’t ever think again that you’re not enough for me, because you’re everything to me. Understood?”

She looked at him still taken aback from what he had said and nodded.

“Good. Come here” he said pulling her into a hug

“You didn’t need to get that dramatic, this is not a Nicholas Sparks book” she mumbled against his chest

“Says the girl who’s crying” he chuckled.

He pulled away and wiped the tears from her face.

“I love you” he said looking at her tenderly

“I love you” she repeated.



“ Hey! I would really like to see some jealous Sana who marks her territory, like a girl starts flirting with Yousef and Sana, who’s relatively shy about their relationship, acts on it and says or does something… I don’t know if I’m explaining myself, sorry but English is not my first language. Hope you decide to write it!”

“ Hey I don’t know if this is something you could write in your multichapter or it’d be better on its own but could you maybe write about Sana going to Yousef’s place of work (the kindergarten) and seeing that a lot of women are gushing about him so she takes the matter into her hands to shut those women up (because she’s “just a bit” jealous…”

“I really want a prompt of yousana almost kissing/sex. I know u don’t want to write it, and I understand cuz I’m in the same place as Sana!! But just ignoring it is unrealistic, I often WANT to do stuff but CHOOSE not to. So I think a prompt of yousef or sana maybe getting a bit carried away and then remembering would be really great and relatable! I just mean, I want to see some lust!! You know? We shy, “ no sex before marriage” girls feel those burning feelings too we just don’t act on them.” 

This is it

I hope you’ve liked it and again I really really hope that this isn’t disrespectful in anyway because I promise that wasn’t my intention

Thanks for reading!!

anonymous asked:

can i ask for some cute vetra and fem!ryder general headcanons like i understand if its too soon but honestly !!! they are so good

I saw ‘Vetra and fem!ryder” and felt immediately blessed. It is never too soon for my 7 ft tall wife, ever. 

Or anyone else in that game really. A lot of people I would marry in that game.

In any case, to celebrate my first Mass Effect request ever, Imma change up the style of headcanon writing. Tell me what you think!

-The shameless Mod Pinks

Cute headcanons w/ Vetra and Fem!Ryder

  • On the days they have off, nothing can get them out of bed short of the apocalypse.Nothing. Curled up in each other’s arms, Vetra curled protectively around Ryder until the latter wakes up and starts watching her cute girlfriend sleeping, cooing in her sleep. They enjoy all their time together and have the best lazy day.
  • After Vetra told her that Sid had ‘wasted’ a favor getting cats back for someone, Ryder introduced her to wonder of cat pictures. Which then led to puppy pictures. Then baby goats. And baby pyraks. Sid was surprised when Vetra told her she was no longer angry about the cat thing.
  • Cooking may not be Vetra’s forte, but telling stories of past jobs? Everyone is convinced that she must have lived 40 lifetimes in order to have all these stories, and Ryder could absolutely get lost in them all, adoring every word. Many a quiet night have been spent holding on or the other while Vetra shared her stories, Ryder hanging onto every phrase. Liam once passed by Ryder’s door and heard their giggles. He maintains that he got diabetes from the incident.
  • Clothing as humans know it is entirely different for Turians, Vetra knows this. So she is very confused when her Ryder gifts her a sweater. That she claims she just randomly found. Vetra has the good graces to pretend to not notice the cuts from needles on her hands, or the fact she had seen Ryder go through a lot of trouble just to get some wool contraband from some smugglers. She adores it, even if the color is strange, for it is delightfully warm. A few weeks later she ‘randomly finds’ a scarf with uneven sides for Ryder. What a coincidence.
A world in color

  A FFXV Prompto one-shot, in which Prompto has Synesthesia.
  No warnings, Word Count 1064

 Prompto’s world was more colorful than most.
 At a very young age he learned that sounds had color. So did music. And so did voices. He could spend hours at a time just listening and watching.

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anonymous asked:

Selena help !! I have school on wednesday!!! I need a plan so that I don't have to go. Any ideas?

I mean I’m p sure this is where I’m supposed to say “you should go to school anyway!! work hard and get good grades!!” but fuck that if you hate it then good luck and I hope you can get out

why don’t you wanna go? :O is it highschool? I totally get that…I hated highschool so much it was the absolute worst … I don’t know how I survived tbh

actually I do remember I would always carry around notebooks and write stuff in them? I could never pay attention in class so I just didnt bother to try anymore bc I knew I could succeed in other ways so for grade 8-10 (the worst years) I carried around a notebook and I’d write mini stories about my annoying classmates and make up codes and little comics about what we were learning and it really helped tbh. my friends and I also had this notebok we’d write self insert fanfiction in and we’d take turns writing in it and pass it off to each other when we crossed paths in the hallways and then read what each other added during breaks and that was SOOO fun it was one of the best things about highschool haha I super miss being able to do that

that got rambley but anyway my general advice since I don’t know anything about your life is to get a notebook and have it be your designated Survive School notebook and carry it with you to every class and just do whatever in it and never show anyone. notebooks are the shit dude even the boring ones are magical

anonymous asked:

Hey, I love reading your metas on Petyr Baelish and I was wondering if you could elaborate more on the relationship between Petyr/Catelyn and Petyr/Sansa? (Also, do you do fic requests? Please tell me you do fic requests. You have amazing writing.)

This ask, I’m pretty sure, is old as dirt. Nevertheless.

One of the major things I disagree with in most interpretations of Petyr Baelish is the assumption that his feelings for Catelyn were akin to Robert’s about Lyanna at best. I always hear that he “loved” what she represented or what he wanted her to be, not what she was. I also hear that his interest in Catelyn is creepy and Nice Guy-esque.

I suppose that’s possible, but… why? Why assume that? Petyr says he loved her. Sure, he often lies, but he often tells the truth too. His feelings for Sansa are creepy, but that doesn’t necessarily mean his feelings for Catelyn were also creepy. He’s a terrible person who does terrible things, but that doesn’t disqualify Tywin from loving Joanna or Sandor from loving Sansa. This series is full of terrible people with the capacity for love. His love in unrequited, but that alone does not make him a Nice Guy dudebro. He doesn’t make a move on Catelyn when she’s in King’s Landing. He never shows any signs of resenting her for ‘friendzoning’ him, nor of believing she owes him her love. He is bitter about the duel, yes, but it’s not Catelyn he blames; it’s the system that determined he was never even a choice she had. Nice Guy Baelish does not appear in the text.

He never stalks Catelyn, never harasses her. He sends her one letter after the duel (which Catelyn doesn’t read, so we don’t even know what it said) and when it goes unanswered, he doesn’t contact her again. He doesn’t make Catelyn feel uncomfortable the way he does Sansa. She is not creeped out by his feelings, does not think he is demanding anything from her or not taking ‘no’ for an answer. Neither does she think he loved only what she represented or a false ideal of her. Here is what Catelyn thinks:

“Petyr Baelish loved me once. He was only a boy. His passion was a tragedy for all of us, but it was real, and pure, and nothing to be made mock of.”

Is it so hard to believe that she’s right?

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I think I asked this once before, but I don't know if it was ever answered. I've written a few original stories using your prompts and I was wondering if it would be alright to try to get them published, with my putting that I got the inspiration from a prompt from here at the top of the story, of course. Would that be alright?

I actually meant to address this in a larger tumblr post, but there was a post going around about like “tumblr content creators beware!! If you post any of your ideas online, people will pick them up and never give you the credit and they’ll take the money from your ideas!!!” and I was like “sure? okay? That’s why we put our ideas on tumblr in the first place?”.

The whole premise behind auideas is to give people writing prompts. What y’all do with those prompts from there is totally up to you! If you’ve written pieces of original fiction based off of our ideas and want to get it published then I am so proud of you and completely support that. You might run into something legal with your publisher – make sure to bring this up, just in case – but you have our full support and consent to use our ideas.

Saying this again: if you use one of our ideas, you have our full support and consent to use it in whatever projects that you want.

Would be still like a bit of credit? Yes! Mostly just to get the word of auideas around and also for the sweet gratification of “we helped give this person inspiration to write!” because that’s what I live for and why I’ve stuck with auideas for the past two and a half years.

So, to answer your question: yes we are completely okay with you using our prompts for your original fiction and getting it published. Keep us updated on the progress!

-admin chamomile


An anon sent me a message that said ‘Omg please use your amazing writing skills to create a long fluffy fic about what happens when Owen takes Amelia home. Them eating together and him helping her into bed and fixing her bandage pleaseeee.’ first thing, thankyou so much anon, this made me smile a lot <3 I don’t think I have a amazing fic writing skills, but thankyou xD I hope you like it :)

They pulled up into the familiar driveway and it took a few seconds before either of them actually decided to move and get out of the car. Darkness surrounded them, even more so since the area around the house was pretty enclosed with trees. Amelia slowly stepped out of the car, planting her feet on the ground below and looking at her new surroundings. Even though she had been here in the time she had been away, she had never stayed for longer than a few minutes, or any longer than she had to. Now it was different. Now she was here to stay.

“Are you coming? It’s getting cold…” Owen said with a smile, waiting a few paces away from the door for his wife to follow. “Do you need any help…? uh, I can…” Owen thought out loud, hurrying over to where Amelia was still standing, she hadn’t even moved an inch.

“Owen, it’s okay.” She said, walking towards him and gesturing for him to move along when she caught up. “Now who’s holding us up.” She said with a small grin.

Owen unlocked the door and turned on the light, the light switch being literally on the very first wall you came across when entering the house. The lights sprung on all around the living room and Owen headed over to the couch, putting down Amelia’s bag which he had insisted on carrying before they had even left the hospital parking lot. Amelia didn’t move, she stood absolutely still in doorway, looking like she had just arrived on an alien planet, and she didn’t quite know how to proceed.

“Do you want to-you should sit down.” Owen said, moving the bag onto the floor so there was space for Amelia to sit on the couch and put her legs up if she wanted to.

Amelia didn’t say anything, but walked over to the couch and sat down. She sat right at the closest edge and lifted up her legs so she was sideways on, squishing herself back into the pillows and accidentally letting a yawn slip out. She was still so tired, yet practically all she had done in the hospital was sleep.

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Update n shit

I’m overwhelmed with all the love and support that I’ve gotten over the past few days. I decided to open up Tumblr just now and was like “whoooaaaa” and then started crying because I’m an emotional wreck. I’M GRATEFUL I REALLY AM, thanks for bearing with me. I did not expect… I mean, I always hold that I’m just a crazy thot here on Tumblr and that people are here for the headcanons and smut. So… I’m… touched.

My mom is still critical, but she has moments of lucidity where she’s pissed off that I’m seeing her like this and I’m stubborn right back.

Auntie: *prods my mom awake* look who it is!
Mom: *turns on the hospital bed and stares wide eyed at me* oh my fucking-
Mom: *glares at my uncle who she thinks brought me here*
Uncle: x.x…
Me: You can’t get rid of me
Mom: *rolls eyes*
Me: stop that shit
Mom: whatever
Me: I love you
Mom: … *pissed!crying*
Me: *angeratalloflife!crying*

I’m… temporarily losing my judgment and updating Tumblr about the kind of person my mom is because… I love her and she’s the strongest person I know. We’re both stubborn as fuck people, will try and balance the world on our shoulders with no help whatsoever, and despise people seeing us weak. She has walked into city council meetings and let the entire panel know how she was not here for any bullshit and made politicians literally cower (while a younger me kinda slunk down in a seat in embarrassment while my mom dragged everyone’s edges as she pleased). Within two days of meeting my bf, she had him running around the house fixing things for her and then dragged into an impromptu protest downtown to stop skateboarders from skating on a monument that she helped construct. She’s touched so many people, some of which she’s never actually met, with her antics or advice.

She did not tell me how sick she was. Of course she wouldn’t. She kept a brave face every time we talked over the phone and she heard me out while I complained about casino patrons or stressed about my shitty finances or just anything. The last thing my mom wanted was for me to see her like this. She only wanted happy memories for me. She had to watch her mom die in the same way and it sucked and I know she wants to spare me that pain.

I’m so mad at her for keeping so much from me. All because she wanted to protect me, didn’t want me dropping my life in Vegas to fly all the way back home to force her to take care of herself because she hates being coddled, anyway.

… but I also love her too much to be too mad. Every time I go and see her, as much as it hurts to see her in so much pain while all anyone can do is wait and see what happens, I can’t help but smile as it seems like she has heaven and earth at a stalemate waiting on her stubborn, ornery ass. And how she tells the nurses “no” when they come in and try to help her with anything and I tell her to shut the fuck up and let the nurses do their jobs.

I have cried so much. I feel crazy, having moments where I’m glad to be home with family and @foreverythingisnotlost and laughing and shit, then having times where I’m seized with panic and the unknown and worry over my mom and the uncertain future and wtf am I even gonna do on any account. I don’t want to carry on in a world where my mom isn’t here raising hell, but I know it was inevitable that I would have to. I am coming to terms with the impermanence of life and looking at everything around me with new eyes.

They gave me my mom’s rings yesterday, since they were able to finally get them off of her finger.

They are never leaving mine. Ever. Even if a miracle happens and my mom survives all this, she ain’t getting these back.

I’m unable to write or really get back into Tumblr right now even though I really want to, but I started reading Classified to help keep my mind off of things and WHOOO BOY. Gladnis is beautifully fatal. Their love story is helping me deal with this hard time. I want to write something that beautiful one day.

Alright. Till next time, fam. I hope you all are keeping it litty.
Mixing magic and mundane in W.i.t.c.h.

I’ve been watching Precure, and I have to say that the lazy way the characters’ magical powers are written is getting pretty tiring. The story is split between non-magical stuff and magical fights. There might be some kind of toy the show wants to sell that the girls need to promote even outside an action scene (like the collectible cards to change outfits shoehorned into Happiness Charge Precure! all the time), but that’s about it. And in general often the magical elements kind of feel like an afterthought in the girls’ lives. I get that the show is aimed at a pretty young audience but I don’t think it excuses lazy writing, especially considering Precure has been around for over a decade and there should have been plenty of opportunities to be a bit more innovative (not that I’ve seen every season, but I’ve never heard about any of them being praised for their immersive magical elements). There are plenty of series for everyday drama, but I watch a fantasy series because I like fantasy, so it’s a shame if half of the show is just yet another “silly everyday escapades“ story with no sign that the characters can do magic.

It is at times like this I remember how good the W.i.t.c.h. comic was about this. In it the characters use their powers in mundane situations all the time, and the stress and time management problems from the fantastic adventures follow them to their ordinary life as well. While I’m not really a fan of the way the W.i.t.c.h. girls can learn whatever random magic the plot calls for (Telepathy! Teleportation! Invisibility! Creating clones! Kandrakar’s Heart ex machina!) and would rather like it if they just stuck to elemental powers, at least the varied abilities are used well.

So this post is a compilation some scenes of how the main characters in W.i.t.c.h. use their magical powers outside action scenes/super important plot events and how being a magical girl affects their life from the first thirty-something issues I glanced through.

In the beginning of the story there’s a scene where our heroes gather and actually practice their powers. Now that I think of it, it’s kind of really weird how rare this seems to be in magical girl stories in general.

But if you knew how to do magic, there are plenty of ways to use it outside combat, right? Our heroes use their powers for mundane things like cleaning…

…taking out bullies…

…chatting during class…

…planting flowers…

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oceansgradient  asked:

Bc I'm too curious: Have you ever gotten hate in your inbox for writing/ drawing/shipping Otayuri, Pliroy and Otapliroy? Because the discourse around those ships is always hot but I never see it near your stuff (thank God)

Haha, yes I do. Frequently? I just refuse to answer or give them any attention, which is why you don’t see it near my stuff. Responding just adds fuel, because all they want is a response, they come looking for a fight, so they can stir up something and flood your inbox more. So, a swift block and delete is all they get. Sometimes people reply directly to my art posts with their Very Important Thoughts on my drawings, but I just block them then too. If they dislike my stuff so much they feel the need to tell me then they shouldn’t mind getting blocked so they don’t have to see it, right? ;) 

god tier: Ochako gets together with Tsuyu
good tier: Ochako puts her own ambitions before anyone else and stays good friends with Izuku
ok tier: Ochako gets together with Izuku
meh tier: Ochako gets together with Iida despite them never having any sort of romantic interactions before
NIGHTMARE TIER: Ochako gets together with Bakugou out of buttfuck nowhere and because of her love Bakugou stops being so violent around everyone

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips on how to write a sarcastic emotionally distant character without making them an asshole? I've never really been able to, my characterisation always morphing into straight up bitchiness rather than just salt and I really need some help

I have never in my life even attempted to be sarcastic. Nope, never.

Okay, here’s the thing. Sarcasm is meant to mock, there’s no getting around that, but the difference between being sarcastic and just mean is timing and topic. I think a lot of people get in trouble with sarcasm when they use it around new people who don’t yet understand that the person is kidding around and at the same time because the person doesn’t yet know how far to take it. I know with some people I can roast them all day and they’ll just laugh and throw it back. With others not so much. But no matter what, there are always topics that you shouldn’t touch. If someone is insecure about something, being sarcastic or teasing about it even if it’s meant as light-hearted humour, it won’t be appreciated. 

Think of it like this: if your best friend were to trip on a curb and just stumble, you might both laugh at the moment. Nobody got hurt, it was just a silly moment and the person at the butt end can recognize that it was a bit silly. But if your friend were to trip and skin their knees, it would be rather insensitive to laugh. Sarcasm, as intended for humour, is about being able to tease about things that won’t be seen as serious by the other person. If people ca recognize that the sarcasm was warranted without genuinely being hurtful, your character should be okay.