change in events

  • me: camilla is a deep complex character who should not be reduced to mere fanservice
  • also me: CAMILLA IN A BUNNY COSTUME?????????????????????? 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
Question...

If the Legion of Doom version of Snart came from the past, wouldn’t he be dead in the Doomsworld because they only changed the reality not events that occurred- him dying?

And if that doesn’t make sense to you, basically I am asking how come when the younger versions of the team were being kidnapped/hurt immediate changes/effects occurred, but when Snart from the past was taken out of his timeline and out of his pathway to Rip and the Waverider there were no effects?

Another way to reword my question, how is it if the Legion of Doom Snart is from the past that he is placed in their Doomsworld present of 2017?

I feel like somewhere along the way the timeline would be changed because that would imply that Snart never went back to destroy the Oculus and kill the time-masters and sacrifice himself for Mick and even Ray who was originally supposed to die. If this never happened then a ton of stuff would have changed and it is unlikely the Doomsworld would have been created or at least it would not have Snart in it cause he would be dead.

Am i making sense???

some unlucky kiddos :’)

You’re a professional time traveler, and for a fee, you can be paid to go back in time to change and/or document events. Thomas, a new amnesiac, asks you “Who was I?”

If Anais Nin wrote astrology
  • Aries: "She has to make the atmosphere boil."
  • Gemini: "I am like a person walking through a mirror broken in two."
  • Taurus: "In reality I care for a few people very deeply, thoroughly and enduringly. Certain connections cannot change like that."
  • Cancer: "Certain events happen very close to me, others are dim. Some are vital and warm, some have a dreamlike quality."
  • Leo: "At midnight I had always been metamorphosed into a solitary, estranged wanderer."
  • Virgo: "The pain I give is only like homeopathy, to heal the pain given me, but it is not a blow to be given. Insidious and subtle."
  • Libra: "We will both lie to each other, and for the same reason: to create an impossible ideal world."
  • Scorpio: "He ruled my body with a magnetic rule, master of my dancing."
  • Sagittarius: "For me, the adventures of the mind, each inflection of thought, each movement, nuance, growth, discovery, is a source of exhilaration."
  • Capricorn: "At thirteen I wrote: "Is there anyone who will understand me? I do not understand myself."
  • Aquarius: "Talking on the dream, I am always fertile and voluble. It is my favorite realm, and I am so familiar with its technical aspects."
  • Pisces: "Poetic vision is not the outcome of blindness but of a force which can transcend the ugliest face of reality..."
15 more ideas for your BOS!

Since our last list went down so well, we thought we would put our heads together and think of 15 more ideas for your book!

Let’s get started, in no particular order:

1.       Something to protect your book, I can’t believe this was not on our previous list! Bless your book/protective sigils, something to protect from wandering or prying eyes.

2.       Update your path page (if you have one, or start one) basically saying what your path is, and what is important to you – know this was in the other list, but we believe our practice changes from one year to the next so keep it updated.

3.       Do you have an altar? If so how about a section dedicated to it? How you set it up for ritual, for each sabbat/season (if it changes), life events, for offerings! Keep all that info together, and add pictures and photos.

4.       An ancestor page, where are your ancestors from? Is there anyone you would like to honour? Anyone who has really shaped who you are as a person? Write about them.

5.       Familiars, do you have one? What do you know about them? Have you had one in the past? Write about it.

6.       Tools. Write a list of the tools that are in your practice and how you use them, keep it updated.

7.       Rites/rituals/blessings/recipes that mean something to you and your practice, or ones that you have done, and how they went.

8.       A list of any active charges, wards, sigils that you have running at the moment.

9.       How you meditate

10.   How you ground yourself

11.   How you centre yourself

12.   How you create a sigil

13.   Have you had experience with spirits, done any spirit work? Write about it?

14.   Have you got experience with binding? Or banishing? Write about them.

15.   Draw/paint/be creative.

16.   Bonus! Have you picked up any witchy life hacks? Or little witchy tips? Write them all down in one place.

amie.

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There are many, many things that are better than nothing. A home cooked meal is better than nothing. A roof over one’s head is better than nothing. And a place to sleep, even if the bed is very small and the blanket damp with tears, is better than nothing. But being raised in a violent and sinister environment by a man more interested in one’s fortune than comfort and well being is not better than nothing, and as the Baudelaires would discover, there are some things that even a long night of introspection can not change.  A Series of Unfortunate Events: “The Bad Beginning”

Canoodling - Jughead Jones

So after watching episode 2 of Riverdale I was wondering if I could have a Jughead imagine? Where you’re secretly dating because you’re considered popular and basically kiss him in front of “the popular” people to stop them from thinking Jughead isn’t getting laid? Thanks!

imagine please? defending jughead when reggie teases him, probably?

Originally posted by mieczyslwstilinski


I kind of combined the two of these things…I hope you two are okay with that…I really enjoyed writing it.  I kinda changed the order of events, in the episode, a bit and I hope that’s okay. I don’t even know what that ending is…

You were walking down the halls of Riverdale High School when you felt a tug on your hand and was pulled inside the storage closet. The door shut behind you quickly, but not before there was still enough light to see the outline of an all too familiar hat.

“We really must stop meeting like this.” Despite the darkness, you could almost see the glint in Jughead’s smile as he said the line. You pulled on the light string hanging from the ceiling and found yourself nearly chest to chest with your boyfriend. “You dork,” you said while rolling your eyes. He smiled at you and despite the recent light of events, you felt happy. Jughead grabbed your hand in both of his, running his fingers over your knuckles. “Do you wanna stay after school for the game?” His gaze lifted from your hands to your eyes and you saw them sparkle. “Of course. How’d everything go with Archie?” He shrugged in response, “Good, hopefully it’ll get better after the game.” You nodded, leaning upwards to pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’m going to be late,” you started to pull away, “I’ll see you after school in the lounge, Okay?” He gave your hand one last squeeze, “See ya later, Y/N.” You shot him another smile and quickly darted out of the closet. When back in the hallway, you looked around and sighed in relief that nobody saw you sneak out of hiding. It wasn’t because you were ashamed of dating Jughead, granted you were somewhat popular amongst your peers; it was because you and Jughead both found value in privacy. It was nobody else’s business what you got up to in your freetime and Jughead simply didn’t care about your peers to tell anyone that you two were dating. It was troublesome sneaking around, but moments like those where it was just you two alone, even briefly, were the moments you looked forward to the most.


When the final bell rang, you made your way towards the lounge. You figured that Jughead would already be there, in an attempt to find a spot before it filled up with cheerleaders and loud jocks. Your guess was correct because, when you walked in, your eyes landed on him. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed on his chest, and scowling at the people before him. When he saw you, he gave you a quick smile that you returned. In order to avoid suspicion, you walked over to greet a few of the jocks and fell into conversation with Veronica.

You almost were having a good time when Reggie, a cocky football player, started to talk about Jason Blossom’s murder, instantly killing the mood. “If someone here did kill him, it couldn’t have been a jock. No, it would be the lonely, sad internet troll, that’s too busy typing manifestos to get laid.” You looked up and saw Reggie staring at Jughead as if in question. “Like Jughead.” The others started laughing, except for you and Archie. Anger burned in your heart, but you couldn’t defend your boyfriend with making it obvious. Then again, if you weren’t going to stand up for him, why were you dating him? You stood up with purpose, walking towards your boyfriend. He raised his eyebrows but you simply leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. Howls and whistles were let out by half the people in the lounge. You pulled back, because if you didn’t, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to stop. “You’ve gotta be kidding me, really Y/N, he’s why you wouldn’t date me?” Reggie yelled and you spun on your heels to face the football player. “Damn right he’s why,” you yelled back, “he’s not a dick that picks on others like yourself!” Everybody hollered and ‘oohed’ at your words. Then Veronica finally spoke up,  “So it looks like he’s getting laid after all,” you let out a laugh and grabbed Jughead’s hand in yours.

“But that doesn’t change anything! He still probably killed him.” Reggie shouted, trying to regain his high-ground. “Did you, ya know, do anything to the body? Like, after?” he asked, pressing Jughead further. You felt a sense of pride when Jughead answered, “It’s called necrophilia Reggie, can you spell it?” A smile crept up on your features, as you turned to Jughead. Suddenly, Reggie darted towards him, but Archie lunged forward in defense. “Shut the Hell up, Reggie.” Archie hissed, but Reggie wasn’t having it. Soon a fight broke out and it ended with Archie getting punched in the face, along with a teacher escorting Reggie out of the room.

You and Jughead decided it was probably best to get out of the school, so you started to make your way to his place. The walk was quiet, with neither of you willing to talk about what had happened yet. Before you knew it, you both turned into the driveway to his house  and walked inside. You both set your bags down and Jughead made a beeline to the kitchen. “Where are your parents?” You asked as you started to take off your shoes. “I found a note that said they were out shopping.” Jughead yelled across the house. You walked into the kitchen where Jughead was head-first in the refrigerator. You let out a giggle at the site, causing Jughead to face you. “What’s so funny?” You felt a blush rise to your cheeks and you lifted yourself to sit on the countertop, “You.” He walked towards you, standing in between your legs. He stared at you as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders and brought him closer. He leaned forward and brought his lips to yours, his hand reaching up to cup your jaw. Your hand pulled his hat off his head and with the other, your fingers buried themselves in his hair. You leaned back slightly pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“You want this back?” You asked, teasingly holding his hat by your fingertip. He smiled, leaning in once more, capturing your lips in another playful kiss. When you were distracted, he took the opportunity to snag his hat back. “Hey,” you said, pulling away from him. He let out a smug chuckle. “Thanks for that,” Jughead said, turning back to the search for food in the cabinets. “For what?” You asked, hopping down from the counter. He turned and gave you a pointed look, “Putting Reggie in his place.”

“He needed to be proved wrong.” He smiled at you, “So you were simply proving him wrong?” You nodded and he stepped closer to you. His hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer, “So you’re okay with canoodling at school now?” You let out a small laugh, “Canoodling? No, but acting like a couple, of course.” His green eyes sparkled at your answer, and he pressed a kiss to your lips. When you backed away you smiled, “Are you going to write this in your novel?” He smiled back with mischief gleaming in his eyes, “Maybe I will.”

  • <p> <b>Andy Lincoln:</b> *has insightful, poetic things to say about Richonne*<p/><b></b> A SIP OF WINE LATER...<p/><b>Tipsy Andy Lincoln:</b> *dirty Richonne thoughts*<p/><b>Tipsy Andy Lincoln:</b> *oh my...how rude...I really mustn't...*<p/><b></b> ANOTHER SIP OF WINE LATER...<p/><b>Unfiltered, Tipsy, Captain Andy Lincoln:</b> Hey everybody! Michonne totally licks me clean!!! *jumps up on his chair like an overexcited Tom Cruise*<p/></p>

pondering of the day: can robots have mental illnesses?

my personal opinion is yes. from webmd: “Some mental illnesses have been linked to abnormal functioning of nerve cell circuits or pathways that connect particular brain regions.” human brains run on circuits; so would a robot brain, correct? just different, more literal circuits. but theres no reason to think that every robot would be built “perfectly” all the time. abnormalities in the functioning of their brain, just like in humans, could easily lead to conditions that mirror human mental illnesses. especially considering the sheer complexity of a brain, it seems very plausible to me that robots could be manufactured with many unexpected traits, differing uniquely from robot to robot

in short, just like how all humans are unique

and then, of course, some mental illness can be brought about by environmental factors (traumatic events, etc.) that case gets an even more resounding “yes” from me: a sentient robot with human or above human intelligence would naturally react and change according to events happening around them. and assuming they are programmed with emotions, trauma would affect them just like it does anything else that is alive and able to think and feel

thoughts?

you hit a period in your life sometime after your teenage years and you realize how much you’ve changed as a person since then. your views on the world have expanded, your self of self has become clearer and your relationships with the people around you have evolved into new things. not all of it is necessarily good change but change nonetheless. looking back you may be able to pinpoint a few times when you were aware of that change. some major life event that you knew you wouldn’t be the same afterwards. a handful of decisions that led you down new paths. mostly though, the change was gradual. incremental. unnoticeable. and it’s happening right now too. wherever you are in your journey, you are moving forward. evolving. all the tiny little decisions we make during the day change us over time. all the times we try sometime new. all the times we say hello to a stranger. all the times we care for ourselves. all the times we learn sometime new. in days, weeks, months, years, you won’t be the person you are reading this right now. so keep moving forward. evolve. become the best version of you you can find.

Protecting What’s His. (Derek Hale Imagine)

Request: Could you do an imagine of Peter or Derek I don’t mind who, is overprotective of his pregnant girlfriend. Maybe he growls at the pack when they try to touch her. Thank you.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

I Hope You Enjoy!


You never imagined your life to be like this. It had been no secret about your attraction to Derek Hale, but in a moment of weakness and to spite your father, whom you had been estranged with at the time, you had some intimate moments with the werewolf. Those moments lead to life changing events and here you stood in front a mirror with a hand over your swollen stomach. 

After word got out that you were carrying Derek’s baby, your bond with your father had somehow grown stronger. He provided the support you needed and Derek had been with you every step of the way. “I never understood why my mother was always called beautiful when she was pregnant with Cora.” Derek whispered, causing you to snap your attention onto him. “Now I know why.” 

“You’re so cheesy. I have no idea why my brother calls you sourwolf.” You smiled as you walked over to him. “Isn’t there a meeting that you should be entertaining downstairs?” 

“The whole pack has to be there, (Y/N), and you know that includes you.” You smiled as your hands intertwined with Derek’s. Everything about the two of you felt and looked so right. You started to think that this baby that you were carrying was truly a gift sent from above. 

“There’s the lovely couple.” Peter remarked, his feet on your coffee table. You frowned at Derek’s uncle before swatting his feet off. “Oops, I forgot. My… That child is growing ain’t it?” His hand reached towards your stomach, and naturally you were used to people attempting to rub your belly to feel the baby kick, but Derek growled. 

All heads snapped towards the former alpha whose eyes were glowing a piercing blue. “Der?” You questioned, backing away from Peter to go console your boyfriend. But the moment that your gentle hand caressed his forearm, his eyes instantly faded back to normal and he looked less alert as he leaned into your touch. “You okay?”

As if nothing happened, he said he was doing fine before continuing on with the meeting. You gave a confused look and silently questioned your younger brother about it. Stiles acclaimed himself saying that he knew everything there is to know about werewolves for his best friend was one. He only gave his spastic shrug before listening into the meeting. 

During the meeting you decided to stand up and walk around to stretch your legs. After a few minutes, Kira asked Scott to get her something to drink and him being the most caring person he is, went to do so, in the process unintentionally bumping shoulders with you. You saw Derek tense up again, his eyes shifting colors, as he growled a second time.

Scott stopped in his tracks and turned around. “Is he… jealous?” Scott questioned. You tilted your head, studying Derek’s body language. He’d never give into his wolf side when he was jealous. And when this happened before, he seemed to be in a state of anger before you touched him and woke him up. 

“Scott, touch me again.” You whispered. Scott gave you a wary look before poking your cheek. Derek got up from his seat and growled louder this time, barring his fangs. You smiled a little. “He’s not jealous. He’s Protecting What’s His.” Lydia awed at this before stating that it was absolutely cute. You walked over to Derek and pecked him on the lips which made him calm down immediately. 

“No one touches my girls.” You put your hand over your mouth as tears welled up in your eyes. You made Deaton promise not to share the information about the gender to anyone, including you and Derek. 

“We’re having a girl?” You questioned, putting your hand on your stomach. Derek nodded before pulling back into a kiss which you actually pulled away from moments later. A sudden mood swing happened and you found yourself slapping Derek on his chest repeatedly. “IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SURPRISE!” 

Originally posted by hoechlins

anonymous asked:

HI! :-) Sorry to bother you. I was wondering if you have any tips for writing a character who, for the majority of the story is unknown, who works in the background but makes major changes to events - but they aren’t formally introduced to the reader until later in the story? (they're sort of meant to be a plot twist?) Thanks for your help~

You’re never a bother! :)  Thanks for your question!

I think my most important advice to you is: even if your character is unknown and unseen, your readers must be constantly aware of their presence.  The mind of a reader is trained to cut out excess information and focus on what’s important – so if something is out of sight, they’re going to put it out of mind.  UNLESS it has a lasting effect on the story.  That’s when your readers are going to take notice and think, “Wait, what the hell made that happen?”

That’s your main goal, then: to keep your readers aware and interested.  But you have to strike the balance between awareness and understanding.  The reader should always be wondering why odd things are happening but they shouldn’t be able to put the pieces together until the last possible moment.

So how do you achieve this?


How to Build Up Mystery Characters

1. Give their actions rippling effects on the plot/characters.

Since your character is unknown and unseen, their actions must be stressed even more than most of the characters in plain sight.  This doesn’t mean your characters should be thinking about the Mystery Man (or woman) all the time – but they can’t be a one-hit wonder either.  They have to establish themselves.  They, either as an identity or a series of odd occurrences, have to be a consistent theme through the story.  You have to build them up into something, or else the Big Reveal will be diminished.  And that’s the last thing you want with something as powerful as what you have.

2. Give their actions a theme/cue to tie them together.

So you got a character whose effects on the story are consistent and mysterious – but remember that the reader’s mind is resourceful.  They can think of a million explanations for peculiar occurrences.  If you want to build up a mystery character, then, their actions can’t be random or inconsistent – or readers will think of different explanations.  For example: if Mystery Character were to murder the Prime Minister, and then leave a cute puppy at your main character’s doorstep, and then blackmail the U.S. President to legalize marijuana… well, that just doesn’t sound like one person doing all that.  So give your character’s actions a common theme or motivation to help your reader follow along.

3. Give your readers the right amount of information.

And what constitutes as the “right amount”?  Enough to keep them interested without letting them figure it out.  It’s like playing with a cat: you swing the toy close to them, then back – then very close, then back further – then set it down so they think it’s not moving anymore – and then snap it back to life.  Tease them.  Give them enough information to think they know what’s going on.  Misdirect – make them think that this Mystery Character is the main character’s very own Uncle Harry.  Let them flounder in the Good Way, until that harrowing moment when they realize, oh sh*t, the creepy stalker is Jane’s hansome math professor, and he’s coming over to her apartment-

DON’T OPEN THE DOOR, JANE, DON’T OPEN-

And then Jane opens the door, and the professor – his name is Bradley but that doesn’t matter – is standing there, held at gunpoint by a scowling Uncle Harry.


Anyway, those are my tips for you!  Thanks for asking, and be sure to hit me up again if you need anything :)  Good luck!


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