but i'm never gonna write them

People are just people, and just because you love one of them doesn’t make that one any better or worse than anyone else.
—  from an unfinished story #951
Some people just aren’t built for happy endings, you know? From the minute she was born. She was a walking tragedy since the moment she took her first steps.
—  from an unfinished story #825
I can’t deny that your lies made me happy. Your lies made me alive, I was just a mere shell and you filled me with your stories and your words and I believed them because I had nothing to lose; but that was even worse, not having anything. Because the second someone gives you something, you wait in fear for the moment they’re gonna take it away.
—  giulswrites
top five writing (fic) tips
  1. Just Do It: a bad idea put down is literally infinitely more useful than some imaginary perfectly executed concept. writing is a process, everyone starts with crap and then builds up from that. if you have to, start with “Once upon a time…” because what’s important is that you start
  2. Begin at the End: every time you write a story you should know vaguely where you want the story to end. you don’t have to know how to get there, just know where you want to go. picture the final shot in the movie of your mind, and make it your goal
  3. Motivation is Key: the most important aspects of your characters are always their motivations. when character motivations clash, you get dramatic conflict, and the resolution of a dramatic conflict is the essence of storytelling. each of your characters must want something
  4. Read Away: you are what you eat, and you write what you read. be sure to branch out periodically, but just never stop reading, be it stories, poetry, essays, articles, or textbooks. all words have writers behind them
  5. Practice Makes Perfect: the most obvious, the most essential, and the hardest of them all. be kind to yourself with this one, and don’t give up
Where do you draw the line? When is someone not worth the effort anymore? Do you just look at them one day and realize they’re hurting you more than you can deal with, that they’ve caused you more pain than you’re willing to take?

anonymous asked:

You know, I used to be part of the OUAT fandom and one thing I appreciate about the people working on SG is that after the people working on OUAT found out how big SwanQueen was they started to literally pull them apart on the show and writing them differently. I thought the same was gonna happen in SG, especially after SDCC but I'm glad to see that at least for now that isn't happening. I appreciate their friendship and if that's all we're gonna get I'm at least happy that they are super close

I always hear what a disappointment OUAT turned out to be for people. While I was never in the fandom, I got away from the show early-ish, after the also clear bait and switch known as Sleeping Warrior. But let’s move on…


I agree. I think it is very evident that they understand the importance of Lena and Kara’s relationship.When I say that, it isn’t just to us as Supercorp shippers or the general audience, but to the show and the characters themselves. 

@kara-danvers-lena-luthor made an amazing post that discusses the importance of Lena and Kara’s relationship and what it represents to Kara as a character concerning her humanity, her duality and a major part of her development. 

When you consider elements like that, it is hard to imagine that, it is hard to imagine that they would want to change it so drastically because of some loud and immature fan interactions, yeah?

In truth, something that I have been saying for months is that Kara truly does need Lena. Originally, Lena was able to contribute to filling a void that was left by the absence of both Cat Grant and Lucy Lane. Gone were two women that supported both Kara Danvers and Supergirl – however, the primary difference with Lena is that she supports them both separately. Lena views Kara Danvers as a best friend and a hero in her own right – someone that she can rely on and someone that, in turn, sees her as just Lena. She sees Supergirl as a friend, inspiration, hero, and mentor. 

Yet the importance of the separate friendships is that Lena doesn’t put Kara Danvers on a pedestal. She does not expect Kara to be able to take on more than she feels she can handle. She doesn’t pressure Kara to be both human and superhuman. She doesn’t pressure Kara to be better. Instead, she believes in, encourages and elevates her, knowing deep down that ‘just’ Kara can handle whatever comes her way.

It is Lena, after all, that is able to really push Kara to rethink her earlier notion of Kara Danvers being a mistake. Where Kara was faced with frustration, anger, and worry from her sister and one of her closest friends, she was faced with positivity and motivation from Lena. 

Twice now, Lena has indirectly made Kara realize that just being Supergirl isn’t enough.

So with that, they have really set the stage to have Lena be one of the most important people in Kara’s life. She has essentially become irreplaceable. It will be really interesting to see how the relationship develops now that they have both their established relationship and the newest addition to their dynamic.

Please don’t give up on the Voltron fandom. 

I know that’s a big thing to say right now and I really have no real influence or voice over anyone, heck no one may read this, but hear me out. This fandom has a ton of people acting like little shits, i’m not gonna sugar coat that. I think it’s a lot of young people that are in the same boat as me, getting heavily involved in a fandom for the first time, and they are stuck in that bubble you put yourself in online and they say what they want and what they feel and don’t think about it any further. But that’s about as far as excuses go because there’s no ignoring that people can be assholes and it only takes a few to ruin things for everyone else. 

We’ve been learning that since kindergarten, though, haven’t we? There’s always gonna be people taking what they want and not caring about how they get it or how it affects people. There’s always people making things toxic without any remorse for the poisons they leave behind. There’s always a voice spouting horrible things over the many smaller voices of everyone else. Maybe i’m naive in thinking that people will keep that in mind, that staying is worth more than the task of trying over and over again to ignore the toxicity, but i’m not giving up. 

Voltron has brought me so many positive things. It’s weird even writing it because it’s a cartoon, that’s only had two seasons, that at its roots is a relatively simple story about growing up and doing what you have to do for the better. But like, I don’t care because it makes me happy. The art, the fucking amazing pieces of literature that I have read this past year have changed me. Honestly, I’ve cried, i’ve laughed, i’ve dreamt about fanworks that i’ve experienced and that may seem insignificant or silly to other people outside of this semi-reality I have created for myself here, but I won’t forget that. I won’t forget the nights i’ve stayed up reading fanfics to forget about my own problems. I won’t forget about the art that’s inspired me to be a better artist. 

I know this latest occurrence involves legal issues and faith or anyone’s words mean little, but hopefully this can be resolved and when it does, people stay. Because the show deserves that, the people behind the show deserve it, and you all deserve it. All you lovely artists, creators, memers, people that just love this show for some inexplicable reasons and question your sanity because of it, you deserve to be happy. I have dwindling faith for just about everything else in my life, as i’m sure most of you do. So, I don’t wanna give up on one of the small things that make the days okay. And yeah, it’s just Voltron, but this is what i’m into at this specific point in my life, and that will change eventually, but being totally cliche and predictable right now, the now is the now so I care about it. 

Try not to let a few people take that from you, cause they are always gonna be there.

Also PSA, in case you weren’t aware. Lance Mcclain is a superstar and should be protected at all costs. So should people’s jobs and well being so if you see any of the images that have been circling around please dont spread them. Thats the most important thing right now.

-MCK, out!

anonymous asked:

How do you deal so well with criticism and trolls? I want to start posting my writing publicly but I'm so scared of assholes and you never seem to lose your cool dealing with them.

Haters gonna hate, they say, but I do think that phrase makes light of just how shitty some people can be. The truth of the matter is there will always be people out there who compensate for their own powerlessness in life by getting online and anonymously tearing us down. They need not invest anything in this, not even their own good name, and there is nothing you can do or say to stop them. The minute you put yourself out there, they will come sniffing, and they will pick and nibble at your most vulnerable squishy bits.

Not constructively. Not in an honest effort to point out a shortcoming and help you overcome it. No. They’re doing it to, by contrast, inflate their self-worth. They think they found the mistake. They think they have superior discernment. They think they alone have the taste, or bravery, or ability to point out every way you have Done Wrong in their eyes. It’s a Zero Sum Game to them. They want to take some perceived quality from you and plaster it onto themselves.

When you realise this, how can you even be upset with them? I feel bad for them. And I almost never engage them. I would advise you to be the same way.

It’s my opinion that anyone who has the courage to put themselves out into the world deserves a baseline of respect. I do not generally talk shit about any artist or writer because I respect their time and effort. I can’t get into the circle-jerky hatred of some books or comics that you’ll often come across (ain’t naming titles) because I know that person put the best of themselves into their work and sacrificed a portion of their finite time on this planet to make their fantasy a reality - for no reason other than to entertain the like-minded.

People who are safely pecking at a keyboard behind a monitor don’t seem to have any appreciation for Creation and the sacrifices it requires. They’re focused on Destruction. History won’t remember them.

What history WILL remember are the creators like you who braved the assholes and immortalised themselves in the public sphere, giving us something to laugh at or think about or appreciate as we struggle through our day.

Laugh privately at the trolls. I do. They can’t tolerate how hard you work and how brave you are. They so desperately want to tear you down. But if you don’t let them get to you, they can’t. And the more they try even as they’re ignored, the more pathetic they look.

Do the thing, Anon! Only you can.

cityofaangels  asked:

I'm a sucker for tattoo shop AUs (Deep in the Heart of Me is my favorite fic EVER), and I can imagine Tony being the manager of a famous shop, and accepting stray artists that want to find a job and are poor/homeless/lost (among which Bucky, Clint and Nat), and just giving them a goal, a home and a future and ARG

Thank you for reminding me of the beauty that is tattoo AUs!!!! I can’t believe I forgot about this to be honest, I used to adore them in almost every fandom, but I haven’t thought of them in ages until I got your ask! I’m unfamiliar with the fic you’ve mentioned–I don’t read a lot of Stony–but I think I’ll give it a try! But for now, let’s get back to this AU.

I really like the idea of Tony being this crazy, loveable owner of a tattoo shop who hires very questionable people under ridiculous circumstances because he’s insane like that. I also headcanon that said questionable people are very protective of their smol boss because of it.


“What the fuck do you want from me?” the stranger snarls disturbingly animalistic.

“Uhm.” Tony stares at the knife—a real knife and definitely not one for the kitchen—and scruffles a tiny step backwards. Backs against a wall before he has the chance to bring a little more distance between himself and Stranger With Knife.

Damn those walls and the stupid people that build them.

He’s going to die here, alone, in an abandoned backstreet. Where nobody will find his body until they’ll have to hold the funeral with a closed coffin. If they’ll ever find his body.

There’s probably a life lesson in here, about how you’re not supposed to follow unknown men a head taller than you and double your weight in muscles into an abandoned backstreet for one. But Tony’s attention is too fixated on the knife to care much about unimportant details like that.

For once, he hysterically thinks, Rhodey won’t be able to scold me for my messed up priorities.

“I won’t ask again!” the man hisses dangerously. He’s got shaggy hair that could do with a cut and a wash, and his eyes flicker with the same restlessness that drew Tony to him initially.

And fine, he probably shouldn’t have followed the guy. He can see how this could be considered “creepy” by people less fluent in Tony-speak than Pepper or Rhodey. Natasha will undoubtedly slap him—gently, because she’s secretly a poisonous snake who’s adopted Tony as this weird, bumbling kitten that will not get killed by anyone but her—for this later. You know, if there is a later.

“I was wondering if you want to work for me,” Tony blurts out because he can’t think of anything else to say. Also because it’s true.

“I’m not fuckin’ work for hire!” the man growls. “I don’t do that shit anymore, so either back the fuck off or I’ll make sure you won’t need anything anymore!”

Alright. Tony decidedly isn’t going to ask what the guy’s going on about. Nope. Absolutely not. That would just be too stupid, even for him.

“What are you talking about?” he asks and promptly wants to knock himself out. At least that might improve his chances to not talk himself into an early death. Clint will not be impressed if he misses is 8 o’clock appointment tomorrow and he has to cover for Tony—neither will the customer. Clint isn’t useful for anything before eleven in the morning.

The man’s eyes—they’re a cold blue that would look a lot prettier if they weren’t levelling a glacial glare at Tony right now—narrow even further, the knife itching ever so slightly closer towards Tony, and nope, not a fan of that development at all.

“Look,” Tony decides to try and deescalate the situation, “You don’t have to answer that. Actually, please don’t answer that, because this sounds too much like one of those I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you thingies and Natty would not be pleased if you did. You know, kill me. Unless you tell her I called her Natty again. For some reason she really doesn’t like that? But what do I know, women are weird,” he muses with a shrug.

“Right, I was trying to make a point. See, you could just wave your knife around and possibly- probably kill me, which would really suck. Cause I’m not a big fan of being dead before my liver gives out on me and you don’t look like you’ve got another jacket, and blood is a bitch to get out.” Not that it would be much of a loss, with the oversized, worn down thing the man’s wearing. It looks like it’s being held together by stubbornness and nothing else.

He might have said that last part out loud as well, if the guy’s twitch is anything to go by. Tony can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or not.

“Or,” he hastily continues, “you could listen to my gracious proposal, accept it with genuine appreciation and enthusiasm and in two years we’ll both laugh about this moment.” He finishes with a bright smile and a happy clap. Screw Natasha and Pepper, he can be reasonable and mature. He’s not the one waving a butcher knife around after all.

Said knife is slowly lowered by the stranger who tilts his head to one side in a show curiosity. He seems—amused, almost. Or maybe that’s Tony’s screwed perception of reality talking. Clint’s mentioned he has a problem at one point, something about seeing a ravaging monster and cooing over it and wanting to pet it. Which is nonsense, Tony doesn’t want to pet anything. Except maybe the guy’s hair, once it’s been properly cleaned. And that’s not his fault, it looks like it could be fluffy.

“I’m listening,” he drawls, almost like he’s humouring Tony. The joke’s on him though, because Tony is used to being humoured.

“Do you know Stark Tower? What a stupid question, of course you do, but just in case you don’t, it’s the best tattoo studio in the entire country, trust me on that, and it happens to also belong to me. You’d look great with a couple of tattoos by the way, really help round off that assassin-gone-rough vibe you’ve got there, and I’d totally do them for free or maybe not free. Pepper says I’m not supposed to give people things all the time, but you wouldn’t tell on me, right?”

“Anyways, I saw this,” Tony lifts the crumbled paper he’s rescued from the garbage at the café he’s first noticed Mr Tall, Dark and Knifey—and hadn’t that led to a fun conversation with the waitress—and waves it around as if to stress his point, “and you’ve got some real talent with the abstract design there, because this is amazing and I’d want it as a tattoo, wich says something, my taste is fantastic. Also I’m missing a designer because that asshole Wade keeps running off to do one thing or another and I’m not allowed to hire Peter until he’s legal.”

The guy stares at him in bemusement while Tony tries to catch his breath. Admittedly not an uncommon reaction.

“You’re offering me a job?” he asks after a moment in disbelief—and damn, this guy is catching on to Tony-speak real quick, he’s the right choice all right.

“Yup,” Tony nods. He’s thought he’s been fairly obvious.

“You’ve been following me for two subway stations, three bus stops and a couple of dozen street corners to offer me a job because you saw something I’d scribbled down at a café,” the man repeats incredulous.

Tony shrugs. “I didn’t know how to talk to you. Clint says I come on too strong usually.”

“And you thought stalking me would make me feel more at ease?”

“Well, no.” Tony frowns. “Maybe? I wasn’t—but doesn’t prolonged exposure get you used to someone?”

“Prolonged- never mind,” the guy shakes his head. “You’re crazy.”

A pause, then, “I don’t need a job.”

Tony scoffs. “Have you looked at yourself lately?” he asks, mulls over his words for a moment when the man tenses. “Alright, that might have come across as offensive but seriously. I don’t care if you need a job or not, it’s yours if you want it. Just show up sometime next week and tell Natty I hired you and if Clint is there please throw your knife at him, he’s an ass and screams like a banshee.” Tony searches his pockets for a moment before he finds one of his, admittedly worse for wear, business cards and offers it to Mr Death By Blade.

“You’re crazy,” the man states again, but he takes the card.

“Get used to it,” Tony smiles is sunniest smile because take that Clint, he can hire new staff without getting anyone killed.

*

“Have you ever even held a tattoo gun in your life? It’s not a real gun, for fuck’s sake! Tony!” Clint is heard screaming in exasperation through the studio a couple of days later. “What the fuck where you thinking when you hired Bucky?!”

Tony doesn’t look up from where he’s carefully drawing the worlds’ prettiest butterfly onto a young woman’s shoulder when he yells back, “Who the hell is Bucky?!”

*

[Bonus: “You’re taking all this surprisingly well,” Bucky comments at one point.

Clint shrugs. Takes a look at one of the designs over the newbie’s shoulder.

“Tony’s as fucked in the head as they come, but he’s a freaking genius at finding the best. If he’s hired you than that’s what you are. He wouldn’t settle for anything less.”

A moment of thoughtful silence follows, before.

“In three weeks, I’m gonna tell you how he hired Tasha.”

“Why in three weeks?”

“Studio rule. If you’ve made it three weeks without killing anyone, you’re part of the team.”

“Inside the studio or in general?”

“…you’re gonna fit right in.”]



I think I’m having way too much fun with this…

debrenner  asked:

Can you pls pls pretty pls share with us your favorites yoonseok fanfics?! (I don't even know if u already did it but I would love to know!) :) pls

(wheezes) i’m probably the worst person to ask this tbh because i Never save fics. I regret it sometimes but I think it’s mostly because I mostly really read from a select few writers? >.<’ 
I do have some off the top of my mind, though. I’m horrible at these. ;-;

ETA: 7:35AM EST : fluff always manages to make my heart clench ahhh, though i haven’t read the second part yet?? i’m the worst. 

one nocturnal son of a gun : everyone knows about it, everyone loves it. i love robin’s writing so much i could just -kicks a barrel- she fills my soul tbh. i have no words. ;-;

and the thrill of the chase (moves in mysterious ways) : I think most yoonseok fans have read this, and know about this writer, but fuckit. it’s still my ALL TIME fave fic even though it’s unfinished (indefinitely probably). and inkingbrushes is one of my fave writers for the entire fandom so i just.. i re-read this fic all the time. ;-; and cry.

we write sins (not tragedies) : definitely one of my all time fave reads ! another late night, but not because it’s long, just because it was already 2am when i started it & couldn’t stop. I want more tbh- yoonseok banter is always a good thing. xD

this feeling (this everglow), : let me just go ahead and rec all of this inkingbrushes fics because i’m a garbage dump. this fic made me cry.. but like in a good away @2:34 am on a tuesday morning after staying up all night to read it, you know?

o sweet spontaneous : you know when you read something you didn’t know you wanted?? this is that for me asdfghjkl i’m singing at the top of my lungs!!! this fic is actually the one (1) i have bookmarked so i always go back to it. it’s so funny and somehow relate-able and just ahhhh, i love it to bits and pieces. again thanks robin. TTT

Conversations And Exhortations To One Min Yoongi : this was one of those fics where i was skeptical at first when i clicked it, but absolutely fell in love with it when I read the first few lines? it’s funny & cute and another one I can re-read without getting bored. 

your pain is mine as well : this is all fluff really but made me realize how deprived i am of fics that include hobi with braces? i was so giddy reading this because CUTE MAN.

The Two Billion Songs On Love - I haven’t finished this one yet, but.. insert crying meme here. I will !

그 손을 내밀어줘 - this actually isn’t a yoonseok fic mainly? they’re kids but i love their friendship and dynamic in it so I just had to include it. it’s so freaking cute another all time fave read. O:

sadly, I can’t find over half of what I wanted to because I a dummy and never save (gonna start though) but hopefully there’s at least one on here you haven’t read and you’ll like? ^^
I definitely rec all of  deuxoiseaux’s, inkingbrushes, & hobilu’s other works as well! 
i’ll add more when I see them/ i remember… D: p.s: I love your art holy shiz. o.o

tron legacy johnlock au

  • sherlock’s tech genius older brother mycroft goes missing when he’s a child, until one day years later stamford, an exec at mycroft’s company, receives a cryptic message from him and sends sherlock to investigate, leading sherlock onto the grid and landing him in the middle of a deadly game
  • john, a seemingly ordinary (though beautiful) program, smashes his way into the arena to rescue sherlock from the games and takes him to see mycroft. being a program, john has never been outside the grid, but having read all of mycroft’s books, he dreams of what it’s like.
  • mycroft explains that he had long ago created a computer program called moriarty, and along with a security program called lestrade, they were supposed to build a perfect computer system. but one day moriarty turned on mycroft, destroying all the naturally occurring ISOs they had discovered (programs which could have basically cured every ill in the world), killing lestrade, and trapping mycroft on the grid.
  • sherlock sneaks off to meet irene at her club in order to get her to help them get to the portal and escape the grid, but she betrays him to moriarty’s guards. john and mycroft show up to join the fight, and even though they manage to escape, john is shot in the shoulder. mycroft reveals that john isn’t just any ordinary program–he’s the last surviving ISO, and he must be protected.
  • john, however, in order to let sherlock and mycroft escape, allows himself to be captured by one of moriarty’s guards, who sherlock recognizes as lestrade–not dead after all. sherlock comes back to rescue him with mycroft in tow. lestrade sees mycroft and remembers who he really is, and he helps find them a transport so that they can escape the grid. (lestrade/tron gets to live in this version, damn it.)
  • mycroft, sherlock, and john make it to the portal, but moriarty catches up to them before they can enter it. mycroft distracts him, sacrificing himself so that sherlock and john can escape. i beat you, moriarty tells him, you knew i would and still you did all this? for him? why? mycroft smiles as sherlock and john enter the portal. he’s my brother. moriarty tries to follow them into the portal, but it closes as he enters it and he’s destroyed. mycroft and lestrade, now trapped for good, rebuild the grid together. (again, mycroft/flynn gets to live in this version because i say so.)
  • back in the outside world, john and sherlock ride off on sherlock’s motorcycle, john hugging him tight as he sees his first ever sunrise.
  • all of this is set to a daft punk soundtrack.

You know, for a fandom so full of amazing writers and creators you are all so quick to jump and judge the showrunners and the writers like you don’t know how the process works.

When you write a certain storyline you do it because you think that’s the best road to take to tell your story. And sometimes your readers question it, because you could have taken a different road, or maybe they think they can do better than you. But you know that’s not true, because it’s your story, and you know you are being very clever about it, you know that everything you do, you do for a reason.

And sometimes when you come up with a scene, you get so exicted, because it fits so perfect, sometimes you feel like it’s the best dang thing you’ve ever come up with, and you see a dozen of different roads to go from there, and you can’t wait to share it with your readers, you can’t wait to take them on that journey. But it’s a complex thing. Sometimes you gotta focus on one thing before you can go to the next. Sometimes you have to spend hours or even days developing storylines you don’t even want to develop until you can jump to the good stuff, but you know that’s what you gotta do. Fore the sake of the story. For the bigger picture.

And sometimes that’s what our showrunners and writers do, too. Sometimes they come up with scenes they think are so great, so exciting and they can’t wait to share it with us. And even when we don’t like it, they are proud of it because it’s their hard work put into it, and they too think they are being clever about it, keeping in mind the oh so important bigger picture, knowing it will all make sense later, even when we can’t see that.

And sometimes they mess up, sometimes they get so caught up in the story they don’t see how someone might get hurt in the process. And sometimes they just get tangled in that annoying part where they have to develop part of the story that no one wants to see developed, sometimes not even them. But it has to be done, to complete the picture, to have everything set into place later, because it’s a growing process, that never stops, and it’s a complex puzzle with so many pieces, but someone has to put them all together.

And the ones that are putting it together are just people. Just like you. And sometimes they will make mistakes, and sometimes people will get hurt, and sometimes they will infuriate you so much, you will want to just unleash all your anger on them, but before you do remember they are just like you. Writing a story, taking paths you might not have taken but it doesn’t mean they won’t reach the same goal.

Newsies (musical) Lyric Meme
  • "Them streets down there, they sucked the life right outta my old man. Well they ain't doin' that to me."
  • "Everyone wants to come to New York."
  • "You keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town."
  • "They say folks is dyin' to get here. Me? I'm dying to get away."
  • "Close your eyes. Come with me."
  • "I bet a few months of clean air, you could toss that crutch for good."
  • "You can bet we won't let them bastards beat us."
  • "Don't you know that we're a family? Would I let you down?"
  • "It's a crooked game we're playing. One we'll never lose."
  • "Ain't it a fine life?"
  • "What a fine line carrying the banner!"
  • "It takes a smile that spreads like butter, the kind that turns a lady's head."
  • "If I hate the headline, I'll make up a headline!"
  • "Shave me too close and you may slit my throat."
  • "It's the simplest solutions that bolster the bottom line."
  • "Give me a week and I'll train them to be like an army that's marching to war."
  • "That's the bottom line!"
  • "I'm doing alright for myself."
  • "The thing I want most, I can't get."
  • "Honey, that's rich."
  • "This life's too short to waste it on you."
  • "Love at first sights for suckers. At least it used to be."
  • "I never planned on someone like you."
  • "Turns out that love ain't blind, it's dumb."
  • "You are the most impossible boy ever."
  • "They think we're nothing! Are we nothing?!"
  • "They think they got us! Do they got us?!"
  • "And the world will know!"
  • "The world don't know but they're gonna pay."
  • "The world will know that we've been here!"
  • "Either they give us our rights or we give them a war."
  • "Everyday we wait is a day we lose!"
  • "All I know is I don't know what to write."
  • "As I may have mentioned, I have no clue what I'm doing."
  • "Am I insane? This is what I've been waiting for."
  • "Lie down with dogs and you wake up with a raise and a promotion."
  • "Just look around at the world we're inheriting and think of the one we'll create."
  • "Now is the time to seize the day."
  • "Stare down the odds and seize the day."
  • "Courage cannot erase our fear."
  • "Courage is when we face our fear."
  • "Once we've begun, if we stand as one, someday becomes somehow."
  • "Wrongs will be righted, if we're united."
  • "Proud and defiant, we'll slay the giant."
  • "Nothing can break us. No one can make us quit before we're done."
  • "One for all and all for one."
  • "Let me go far away. Somewhere they won't ever find me and tomorrow won't remind me of today."
  • "No more running. No more lying."
  • "Where does it say you gotta live and die here?"
  • "Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?"
  • "Why should you only take what you're given?"
  • "Why should you spend your whole life being trapped where there ain't no future?"
  • "If the life don't seem to suit you, how about a change of scene?"
  • "I can't spend my whole life dreaming."
  • "I ain't getting any younger, and I wanna start brand new."
  • "Just be real is all I'm asking."
  • "I'm dead if I can't count on you."
  • "You don't need money when you're famous."
  • "Look at me, I'm the King of New York!"
  • "I gotta be either dead or dreaming!"
  • "Guess I wasn't much help yesterday."
  • "There's no way I am putting them kids back in danger."
  • "You know why a snake starts to rattle? Cuz he's scared."
  • "You can't undo the past."
  • "Your abject surrender was always the bottom line."
  • "Be glad you're alive. I'd say that's the bottom line."
  • "Til the moment I found you, I thought I knew what love was."
  • "Love will do what it does."
  • "One night may be forever, but that's all right."
  • "If you're gone tomorrow, what was ours still will be."
  • "I have something to believe in now that I know you believed in me."
  • "Do you know what I believe in?"
  • "There's change coming once and for all."
  • "Write it in ink or in blood, it's the same either way. They're gonna damn well pay!"
  • "Once and for all if they don't find their manners, we'll bleed 'em!"
  • "Once and for all there'll be blood on the wall if they doubt us."
  • "This town will shut down without us."
  • "Wherever you go, I'm right there by your side."

Inktober 2017 (minus the ink!) Day #1 // 4.5K words

  –Coffee!AU, Sam/Eileen

It’s a cool, overcast morning when Sam leaves the house to meet Dean at the coffee shop for an opening shift. He’s a little beat, seeing as how Bobby and Ellen invited them both over for dinner at their house the night before, dinner and drinks and a movie that neither Dean nor Sam had zero chance of getting out of before two that morning. Not that they’d ever dare try, not when Ellen had left work early to fix “her boys” one of her infamous home-cooked meals and a night with family. Bobby would have had the biggest shit-fit. Within good reason.

Their aunt loved them too much for that.

He smiles fondly at the memory of her and her pointed spatula, articulating her words with swift movements of ‘if Dean didn’t stop eating a double cheeseburger a night, he and his busted pants would be replacing the Pillsbury Dough Boy on all her biscuit cans’.

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Painting The Roses Red

“Newt, could you do me a favor and – why is your hair blue?”  Tina stopped in the doorway of the soon-to-be nursery and stared at her husband, whose hair had gone from its usual ginger to a shockingly bright shade of blue.  More pigment dripped down his left cheek and splashed along his shirt, looking for all the world like he was trying to metamorphosize into a giant blueberry. She turned to look at Jacob, who appeared to be as clean as when she’d left them ten minutes ago, and put her hands on her hips.  His back was a little too innocent.

“Jacob,” she said as casually as she could muster.  “How’s the sky coming along?”

“Oh, fine, fine.  I should finish this wall before lunch.” His head bobbed up and down, refusing to turn and look at her.  He reached up with a paintbrush and traced the wing of an albatross wheeling over a half-finished cloud.  In the corner, a wide brush smeared paint in repetitive up and down motions.  Her eyes narrowed.  The paint was the wrong color for the sky.

“Mm-hmm,” she said, striding over to where the portly baker sat perched on a stepladder.  Realizing he was caught, Jacob turned towards her, mouth stretched into a sheepish smile.  She gasped.  Long streaks of ocean blue adorned his face and a small gathering of paint was building up on the tip of his nose, threatening to fall.  “Children,” she whispered.  “You’re both children.”  With an exasperated sigh, Tina stalked from the room.

As she made her way back to the living room and her heavily pregnant sister, she heard Jacob give a surprised giggle and she just hoped some of the paint would make it onto the walls where it belonged.

To be continued

crazee-canadia  asked:

Had a customer try to write a check. Told him we don't accept checks. He got all pissy, said he lived 180 miles away, that he was gonna let his museum membership expire and that we was never gonna come back. All because he couldn't pay with a check. We haven't accepted checks for 3 years but because of our manager that literally breaks her spine for customer satisfaction accepting checks, recurring customers still pay with them. Like sorry. The sign says no checks so I'm gonna enforce that.

anonymous asked:

do you think sasukarin COULD of happened if there was better writing? I'm a multishipping, although majority, ss/nh fan,I do understand the depth of their ship, such as sasuke unlocking a new technique to save her, thanking her, seeing her (and the rest of team taka) as family (when he looked at them and flashbacked to team7). He acknowledged her power as well. thoughts? or do you think from the beginning there was 0 chance and it was intended to bring confusion

Many things could have happened if the story was written differently. But fact is, SasuKarin was never gonna happen because Kishi didn’t want it to happen.

But I’d also like to correct a few things.

  1. Sasuke didn’t “unlock” a new power to save Karin. He did something that had never been done before, but he didn’t awaken a new power for Karin’s sake. He had already acquired the ability to put out the black Amaterasu flames the moment he awoke his Mangekyou Sharingan. That ability came as part of his new set of eyes. So technically speaking, he awoke that power for Itachi’s sake, since it was his death that triggered his eyes in the first place. But realistically speaking, Sasuke didn’t “unlock” that ability for anyone. It was already there, but that just happened to be the first time he used it. 
  2. Sasuke also didn’t actually thank Karin; that was a translation error. What he did was acknowledge that she had saved him, but no words of thanks or gratitude were spoken.
  3. Sasuke didn’t see Karin, or the rest of Taka as family. The camaraderie they displayed towards him against Killer Bee reminded him of the camaraderie he felt when with Team 7. However, Sasuke said that he saw the shadow of his family within Team 7, not Taka:

Other than that, no amount of better writing would have made SK more likely because firstly, “better” is in the eyes of the beholder. And secondly, if Kishi didn’t want SK to happen, then it really doesn’t matter how they were written, because Sasuke and Sakura were always the intended endgame.

anonymous asked:

Are you still doing those drabbles? I'm loving them. You're so awesome at writing bechloe. Could I put two together? 19 and 38

Sorry this took so long!

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“We were never meant to fight on our own,” Chloe said, pulling Beca to her feet.

“I told you to leave,” Beca said, wincing as she put her weight on her broken leg.

“I know you did,” Chloe said, pulling Beca’s arm over her shoulder. “But you also must have known I wouldn’t ever leave you. I’m here for you, you know that.”

“I’m gonna get you killed,” Beca said, gritting her teeth. “I can’t really run away can I?”

“Well you won’t need to if I can get us to the roof. Aubrey radioed saying that a rescue copter is on the way,” Chloe said.

“You should have left me,” Beca said trying not to cry out in pain.

The endless hoard of zombies that had surrounded the abandoned building they were in knew there was something inside, but Beca didn’t want to give them more incentive to start breaking through doors.

“We’re going to get out of this,” Chloe said, her voice straining from the effort it took to half-carry Beca up the stairs. “We just have to keep going.”

Beca felt another wave of guilt at the sound of Chloe struggling. If it wasn’t for her, Chloe would probably be on the roof by now and would be one step closer to being rescued.

The next step they stood on snapped at the weight of both of them, and caused them to fall.

Beca felt blinding pain shoot through her leg and thought for an alarming second that she was about to pass out.

“You have to go without me,” Beca said, her face pale. “I can’t… I can’t walk on this. I can’t keep going.”

“Yes you can,” Chloe said, breathing heavily as she pulled Beca up. “You have to. You can’t leave me on my own, so you have to keep going.”

“Chloe-”

“No arguments,” Chloe said.

Beca had to bite down on her tongue to stop herself from screaming as they carried on climbing the stairs.

They reached the top floor, and there was a hatch and a ladder which would get them onto the roof.

Beca wanted to tell Chloe that she couldn’t climb it. That the pain would be too much. But the redhead was looking at her with a fierce look of determination.

“I am not leaving you,” Chloe said. “You are my girlfriend, and I am not leaving you to die here. So you are going to pull yourself up that ladder, and then I’m going to follow you.”

It was a long and agonising climb, but Beca finally managed to pull herself onto the cold concrete of the roof. She could already here the helicopter in the distance. She’d never heard anything sound so wonderful.

She lay on her back looking up at the stars and soon Chloe was beside her.

She could hear the redhead panting as she slammed the roof hatch shut. She could hear her fumble in her backpack and then the sky was bathed in the red light of a flare. When she closed her eyes, she could still see it.

“Becs, look at me,” Chloe said, suddenly appearing over her. “Just… just stay with me, okay?” Chloe helped her sit up. “Aubrey will be here soon.”

“You saved me,” Beca said, resting her head against Chloe’s chest.

“Of course I did,” Chloe said. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”