5 Signs You Treat Your Reader Like an Idiot

(1) Overusing Adverbs

For Example: “Get out, Michael. I swear to God, get out before I try to kill you. I wasted two years of my life on your pathetic cheating ass. Get out!” Tara yelled angrily.

Adverbs are, more often than not, useless additions to your writing. Looking to the example above, adding “angrily” to the end of the line tells the reader nothing new. The reader knew Tara was angry, because Tara is clearly yelling at Michael. The dialogue alone is enough to portray this, and I’m sure with the full scene, the reader doesn’t need any extra help. Adverbs clutter up your writing and weaken your writing. Trust the reader to catch on without the adverb.

(2) “As if” Phrases

For Example: Mrs. Winters lingered over Bryan, her stern face glaring down at him, as if daring him to speak out again.

You don’t need to explain why characters are doing what they do. “As if” phrases are explanations we don’t need. Your writing needs to be strong enough to portray that Mrs. Winters wants Bryan to shut up.

(3) Exposition in Dialogue  

For Example: “Hello, Bridget, my ex-girlfriend who cheated on me with Brad”.

I wrote a whole post on this last week, because exposition in dialogue is absolutely terrible, but I will say it again. Using dialogue to explain things is usually just lazy writing. Dialogue needs to sound the way that people actually talk. Keep in mind that the characters know more than they say, and rarely need to explain it.

(4) Lazy Research

For Example: The curtains opened and Jared lifted the wand. With a wave, he instructed the winds start playing. The hall filled with the melody of flutes, clarinets and trumpets.

To the untrained eye, Jared is a decent conductor, and is doing a fine job leading the orchestra. To a musician, this scene would come off as weird. The stick a conductor uses is a baton, not a wand. Trumpets are not wind instruments. These details aren’t enough to completely ruin a story, but if you have a character interested, you need to do research. Know what you’re talking about. Using the right words, terms that are only used within the community (for this example, words like staccato or laccato tell musicians how to play a note).  If you have a character who is a musician, learn about music. If you have a character who does ballet, learn what a pliée is, and what an arabesque is. Don’t assume your readers won’t notice if you mess up on small details. The small details matter.

(5) One Dimensional Characters

No matter how minor a character is, it is your job to make them matter. Every character should have some sort of story. It might go untold, but characters need to be people in the universe you created, not plot devices there to guide your main character to what they need to do. This is especially true when writing women. Many female characters are written with the purpose of being a love interest to your main character, and they deserve more than that. 

Seems like the more I travel the less I need these days. I love refilling banged up gallon water jugs that have lived a hard life in the back of my truck at the store, while getting funny looks like we’re hobos. Or just cooking simple meals in a skillet over campfire coals every night. Those sort of details ground a man into what’s important. Now I clearly see it ain’t about getting to an epic location, or having the neat camera, it’s about how well you loved everyone along the way. Guess what I’m getting at is you don’t need a fancy rig or bunch of prefect gear to get out there and live it.

  • them: so how do you feel about the affordable care act
  • poor person: oh I love that it's finally given me the much needed medical treatment i've been seeking my whole life
  • me: so like ... the republicans intentionally mislead people to believe these lies but youre blaming poor people who don't know theres no difference because they've again intentionally been mislead and thought they were simply helping other poor people from suffering at the hands of something they have been, again, mislead to believe was horrible and harmful.
  • me: k.

So, if TFP is all in John’s head, the ending clearly shows what his dream is, he just wants to be back to Baker Street, solve cases with Sherlock, bring up Rosie together with all their friends happily around. I can even understand Mary’s voice-over of the scene, after all, she was his wife, he may need to think she’d be happy up there above, seeing him go on with his life.


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Until now I thought I was fighting all by myself. But now that Victor’s here, that’s totally changed. Some things are still the same. Some have changed. Now everything feels so new. I may never be able to regain what I’ve lost, but I can clearly see what’s in front of me now. 

I’m so conflicted rn bc on the one hand “you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved” is clearly Bellamy talking about himself and that rips my heart out but also it moves his arc away from being solely about Octavia and it kind of explicitly introduces the SELF WORTH ARC THAT BELLAMY BLAKE HAS NEEDED FOR FOREVER

He NEEDS to learn that HE is with something even if he can’t save everyone, or his sister, or his people. If 4b is about Bellamy learning that his life has value, you can sign me the Fuck up

jess-icaaa  asked:

Hi! Could you write this kind of prompt?: ‘im egging your house for a dare but your parent is a cop and they’re yelling at me so i told them that you were my ex and you wronged me and now you’re coming outside and please go along with this i don’t want to go to jail’ au thank you!💗


“What the fuck?” Hades pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly just as unhappy with his statement as Nico was. Nico wasn’t unhappy, per say, just more confused. Since when did he have an ex? More specifically, one that felt the need to egg his house? As far as Nico could remember, all of his relationships had ended on amicable terms.

“What you do with your love life is of your own accord, Nico,” his father sighed, casting Nico a look that clearly told him; and I don’t wish to know it, “but when it interferes with the law, we have a problem.”

By that point, Nico was more curious with who the mystery ex-lover was that egged his house then the fact that they had done something illegal. Setting his laptop aside, Nico pulled on a pair of shoes and followed his father downstairs and to the front door. Standing in the doorway looking very much like he had just been caught doing something illegal (which he had), was none other than Will Solace, the current holder of Nico’s affection.

What the fuck?” Nico hissed for the second time, and from Hades’ pinched expression, it was clear Nico had reached his maximum amount of swears allotted in one day. Nico knew that Will Solace was a golden boy. The perfect student that got straight A’s and was always the teacher’s pet. The star of the baseball team and rather open about which team he played for (Nico wasn’t talking about baseball), he was the obvious object of many people’s admiration and adoration.

In short; Nico’s crush. Even shorter; definitely not one of Nico’s ex’s.

Why he had egged his house was completely beyond Nico. “I’m really sorry, sir, but I just-” Will looked over at Nico and Nico got completely lost in those blue eyes for a moment and almost missed the pleading look that Will was giving him. He knew he was in some deep shit, and he was asking for Nico’s help out of it.

“It’s okay, dad,” Nico stepped in, and this time, he didn’t miss the relief that washed over Will’s handsome features. “I don’t blame him. I was a jerk. I’ll make sure the house gets clean, so, no damage done. You can go back to your study.” Hades gave Nico a hard look for a moment before huffing something about “teenagers who think they’re in love” and receding inside the house, presumably to return to his work in the study.

When Hades disappeared down the doorway, Nico fixed Will with a cold glare. “Why the fuck did you egg my house and then claim to be my ex?” Will at least had the decency to look embarrassed, his cheeks flaming a dark red as he scratched the back of his neck.

“It was a dare. I didn’t think your dad was home, and I certainly didn’t know he was a cop.” Nico had to fight the instinct to roll his eyes. Who would be stupid enough to accept that dare? Who would be even stupider to make up that dare? Almost everyone knew that Nico’s father was a cop. That’s why no one ever picked on Nico, even when they wanted to.

“That makes absolutely no sense. Why would you accept it?”

“It was Percy’s idea,” oh. That made much more sense. Nico knew that Percy Jackson was a mutual friend between he and Will, but he hadn’t known how close Percy and Will actually were. “It was either that or,” Will hesitated for a moment as his blush returned full force, “or I had to man up and ask you out.”

Nico’s brain short-circuited for a moment before a single thought pushed its way out of Nico’s mouth before he could think enough to stop it. “Why didn’t you just ask me out then?”

Immediately, Will’s cheeks turned beet red as he seemed to fumble over himself. “Oh,” he stammered, as Nico’s mortification slowly rose. Had he really said that out loud? “I didn’t know you, um, do you want to go out sometime?”

Again, Nico spoke without thinking. It had worked for him the first time. “Sure, but you’re going to have to help me clean my house.”

This was a lot longer then expected, but I actually really enjoyed writing it

See clearly

This a spell for the glasses/contact wearers out there. I take my glasses off and set them on my altar every night to recharge. I used this spell and renew it at every Dark Moon to see clearly every day. 

That means, to see the truth, see the way, see the outcome, see the challenge. To see that which you may normally not see.

The first time they are charged, pick a clear night under the Dark Moon.To renew, it doesn’t need to be a clear night as the energy is already there and is just being charged.

Murky intentions, foggy life,
I only see what hits the light.
When I wear these let me see,
That which would be hidden from me.

The spell will last though the month with nightly charging. It is active for about 20 hours, but the strength fades after 16.

Warning: be aware that you may see things that you do not wish to. If you find this spell too intense, perform it at the waning quarter and only charge your glasses/contacts once a week. 

No Regrets (Part 8)

Hey… I’ve kept you waiting - I know! - but I really needed to read this over a couple of times and I’m finally happy with it so here you go!

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: I loved how much feedback I received from you lot! Nothing motivates me more than to hear your thoughts on my writing - keep it coming!

Need to catch up? Here’s PART 7 or NO REGRETS MASTERLIST

You were done feeling sorry for yourself. Your plan to live a life of ‘No Regrets’ has clearly backfired and you found yourself in a bigger mess than you were before. You were still single and more frustrated than ever. And you’ve managed to create an uneasy atmosphere at work. Tick, tick, tick, all checked off a list of How to be a Loser.

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Marauders x Reader / It’s gonna be alright.

Hello, lovelies! ❤Today I came up with an idea to write some blurbs, with Marauders motivating/supporting the reader, as I really needed this kind of thing in my life at the moment. Still working on the requests and the ship, though! Hope you like it :) P.S. The Sirius is a bit longer, but oh well x

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Remus :

“Look Y/N, everything is going to be fine!” Remus exclaimed, trying his hardest to say it as clearly as he possibly could.

At this point, he got used to this little routine that the two of you shared. Before every major exam that you had, you found yourself panicking like a little baby and he was always there to try to calm you down. Usually, he succeeded, but this time was different. It wasn’t just any exam.

“Remus it’s the N.E.W.T.s that we are talking about!” you squeaked and began to pace back and forth in front of him. “This is it, don’t you understand? This is the moment that is going to determine how my future will look like! It will decide how good of a witch I actually am and what chances I have to do what I want an-” you stopped as soon as you felt Remus’s hands, starting to rub your shoulders gently. You didn’t know why, but his warmth always seemed to make you relax and come back to your senses.

“Take a deep breath, love” he stated, his voice still calm and collected.

“Now listen to me” he started as soon as you did what he instructed you to do. “You, Y/N Y/L are the most brilliant, intelligent and kindhearted witch that I know. Do not even dare to try, to diminish your talents and your accomplishments. Understood?” he looked you in the eyes, a wide grin spread across his face.

“Thank you” you mumbled quietly while you leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek, just before entering the classroom, not being able to comprehend how lucky you were to have him.

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 “Oh Godric, I’m gonna lose it” you said as you walked out of the changing room, a loud cheer coming from the stands, now full of students and teachers, eager to see the final match.

“Oi” you heard James walking up behind you “What’s going on, love?”

“How do you do it?” you turned around quickly, in order to face him.

“Do what?” he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“How do you stay so calm and collected?” you exclaimed, as the anxiety started to build up inside of you, making you feel sick.

“I’m calm because I believe in my team” he stated while making sure to look you straight in the eyes. “Because I believe in you, and every other member of our group. I am calm because I know that we worked our ass off, to be where we are now, and I know that we can win this”

He was right. You did not work so hard, to now ruin it all, by letting stress overwhelm you.

“We can do this” you repeated firmly, earning the brightest smile from your boyfriend, that you have ever seen.

“That’s my girl!” he spun you around and started to place small kisses all over your face, making you giggle like a little girl.

“You are incorrigible James Potter, do you know that?”

“I sure do” he grinned sheepishly at you, and placed another slightly longer kiss on your lips, just before joining your team. “Now, love. We have a game to win”  

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Sirius :

 “Well hello, gorgeous!” Sirius called out, as he found you sitting on your own, at the Gryffindor table. As if you have not heard him you continued to poke at the food that was on your plate, your eyes focused on the pile of books that laid in front of you.

“Earth to Y/N?” he waved a hand in front of your face, in order to get your attention.

“Umm, yeah sorry I just got a bit distracted” you sent him a small smile and rubbed your eyes, that was once again beginning to get itchy.

You really didn’t want to be so indifferent to his actions, but you were too tired to do anything about it. The exams were just around the corner and you still had to revise a lot of things due tomorrow.

“That’s it” you regained your senses as soon, as you heard the firmness in his voice. “You are overworking yourself, love and it’s my duty to prevent you from doing so” he stated and proceeded to flip you trough his shoulder.

“Sirius what are you doing?!” you shrieked in disbelief, as he made his way to your common room. “Put me down right now!”

“Not until we get into your room, you feisty little thing”

“Oh, you just wait and see what I will do with you as soon as my feet touch the ground” you argued, trying to not sound as ridiculously as you must have looked.  

“Well, in fact, I’m very curious, kitten. I have something planned for you as well, and I have a feeling that you are gonna love it” he smirked, as he lightly smacked your ass.

“Sirius Black, you did not just do that!” he chuckled, not paying attention to the threats that you began to give him.  

“Calm down women, all I plan to do right now is to make you sleep”

“I don-” you were cut off by him putting you on the floor.

“Y/N, everything is gonna work out, you just need a nap, that’s all” he said, his dashing smile making you forget about everything that was going on.

“Do I ever tell you how smart you can be sometimes Mr.Black?” you smirked while pulling on his tie, in order to get him a bit closer.

“Only sometimes, aye?” he raised one eyebrow in amusement while putting his hands on your waist.

“Only sometimes” you whispered in his ear and then placed a soft kiss on his lips. “But that’s why I love you”

“Well, then I can remain the happiest fool in the world” he chuckled “But first, sleep” you rolled your eyes, but proceeded to do as he said. Foolish or not he was yours, and that’s all that mattered.

there are two things about isak and even i still haven’t talked about and i honestly need to get them out of my chest

in 2:10, when they are at even’s place smoking by the window and talking about nas, isak completely makes a fool out of himself by saying he knows nas when he clearly doesn’t, right? well right after that, even says “we’ll listen to it later” and then they proceed to give each other the most erotic and breath taking look i’ve seen in my entire life. and you know why? because they know it’s going to be a “later”, because it’s not just them smoking a joint and having small talk. it’s them promising each other something, a tiny future.

okay and then the other thing happens on the same episode. they are in the kitchen right? and even is making them toasts and they are being dorks and everything. and there’s a moment when even says something in the line of “there’s no turning back now” (talking about all the spieces they’ve used dor the toasts) and isak is on his phone and he literally stops for just a second and then he repeats, “no turning back now” and it’s literally the greatest metaphor because just then he lies to the boys and emma about the party to spend more time with even. there’s literally no turning back now, they’ve met, they’ve talked, isak’s gone forever

this show is still surprising me bye bye


Real life is a funny thing, you know. I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life regretting the moments when we didn’t speak up. When we didn’t say ‘I love you’. When we should’ve said 'I’m sorry’. So there’s a time for silence, and there’s a time for waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it. I don’t think you should wait. I think you should speak now.


taylor swift meme: [1/1] tour  → Speak Now World Tour

Real life is a funny thing, you know. I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life and looking back regretting the moments we didn’t speak up. When we didn’t say ‘I love you’. When we should have said ‘I’m sorry’. So there’s a time for silence, and there’s a time for waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it.


Donation Watercolor Postcards (12/01/2016)

I’m so sorry I need to ask for help again. Not only am I struggling to keep up with rent and my general medical bills, but I learned recently that I need to have my gallbladder removed and I do not have enough money to get it done. 

I had been experiencing extremely painful gallstone attacks for a few years now, not knowing what they were or why they were happening. I got an ultrasound last month because the attacks became so frequent I thought I was dying. I was shocked to be able to clearly see stones of all sizes in the scans. My doctor told me I need surgery immediately. 

If you haven’t known anyone who has gone through this, the severe pain can be described as worse than a heart attack or giving birth to a baby.

If I don’t get it out, my gallbladder could rupture and develop an infection that can be life-threatening. That surgery can easily cost several thousand dollars and I am nowhere near capable of affording it.  Which is why I am reaching out to you kind and generous people. 

I’ve always felt a sting of guilt whenever someone donates to my paypal. So from now on, I will send postcards to those who use the donate button on my blog or donate to my paypal directly with my email ( no matter what the amount is.

Even if you donate $2.50, you will get your own postcard. Not a print, not a digital file, but an original hand painted watercolor postcard.

Those who donate over $45 will be able to request a custom painting on your postcard. All who donate lower than that will receive whatever I decide to paint. 

If you are a fan of my artwork and have never been able to afford a commission or items from my shops, this is your chance to add my paintings to your collection. If you can only donate $1, you still get a postcard from me.

Once you donate, please email me your name and address and I’ll get started on your card right away. Your wait should never take longer than a month because I’ve started using these cards as my sketchbook. 

Thank you in advance to those who donate or share this post, I appreciate all forms of help!

I'm Not Here For Love

You know…lately even though my bio says clearly “Don’t swipe unless you’re looking for a sugar baby” vanillas still swipe and that’s cool. But what aggravates my soul is these men entering my messages trying to convince me I’m way too beautiful for this lifestyle. Like wtf are you? A goddamn therapist? Life coach? What? Like they keep telling me how I just need somebody to love me and spoil me with affection. I let a man do that once, and ended up with a broken heart and $6.73 to my name. But the minute I stopped using my heart and started using men my bank account balance went up (and so did my credit score thanks to Daddy) my skin started glowing, my edges came back, I got in shape, became debt free. I mean the list goes on. Love isn’t gonna pay my bills. Not saying I’ve lost hope, but I’ll be 23 next month and I’m still not where I wanna be in life. So fuck all that. There’s a $ where my heart should be and I don’t think that’s going away anytime soon. Money, Money, Money. That’s all I care about right now. I have dreams and goals and shit I’m trying to accomplish and mr vanilla man, your “love” isn’t gonna help me get there. #DrunkRant

  • <p> <b>fandom people:</b> oh my god... i can think critically about what i ship... god... all you immature babies need to separate fiction from reality<p/><b>1 singular person on their own blog in the proper tags:</b> hey guys i know we're having fun here but maybe we could take about this issue? it's been bothering me for a while since it very clearly parallels oppressive dynamics in real life and<p/><b>fandom people:</b> UM??? HOW DARE YOU ? CRITICIZE ? MY BABIES?? I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW I HAVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG, EVER, IN MY LIFE, I WILL NOT STOP SHIPPING THIS SHIP OR STANNING THIS VILLAIN NO MATTER W H A T YOU SAY NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO ALL YOU #HATERS CAN JUST FUCK RIGHT OFF WITH YOUR '''MEDIA CRITICISM'''<p/></p>

After 3 fantastic years, I’m finally leaving Japan to move back home in the next 2 months. I’m excited and nervous and all of those things, but looking forward to seeing what unfolds for me in 2017 and beyond.

So, while I’m packing up my life to leave, I’m having a 30% off sale on all my Ready to Ship items over on 10 Journeys, including the last remaining scarf, blankets (Soft Fruit & Wood) and rugs (Evening & Leaf). 

All these items are clearly labeled  in the Ready to Ship section and already discounted, so there’s no coupon code needed. Of course, made to order items are still available by selecting your colour and size preference, but the sale applies only to the Ready to Ship items in the run up to my big move out of Japan.

Check out the full collection and shop here on 10 Journeys on etsy, and please help me boost if you can :)

Thank you!

Library Games (Woozi Hogwarts AU Smut)

Summary: He was just a Slytherin and you were just a Ravenclaw. Except, not at all. He was unlike any Slytherin you’d ever seen before - unlike any Hogwarts had seen before. Your ready mind wanted desperately to figure him out, and it turns out that took unraveling him one (clothing) layer at a time. Smut. 

(AN: I had way too much fun writing this. It’s longer than my dick (8500 words long) and you may need to get some snacks or take a bathroom break before you start it. Harry Potter is my life and always will be and that’s clearly reflected here. The smut is kind of at the wayside but I tried really hard, so… please enjoy it? And of course, @livingthroughtheexperience has pointed out to me the real world logistics of having sex on a leather couch…but this is fanfic. -Tanisha<3) (Also smut warning) (also i’m SCREAMING BC that picture is perfect and i’m so glad i found it)

The idea of putting students in houses in the first place seemed strange to most. Other schools didn’t do it, so why did Hogwarts feel the need? Especially after the devastation of the war - the long, painful year it had taken to rebuild the school, the many lives that had been destroyed because of prejudice and the hunger for power - the house system seemed almost ludicrous, null in void. But the new Head Mistress, Minerva McGonagall insisted that the tradition was one of the core values that school was founded on and needed to be carried on if the students were to have a ‘proper learning experience’.

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For those gleefully putting down Destiel shippers for feeling annoyance or hurt at Jensen’s words, all I have to say is good for you. If that’s something that gives you joy, go for it. Clearly, you needed something happy in your bitterness, and if this did that for you, I’m glad.
As for me, my ship sails itself, and I’ll continue to do as I always have and enjoy the awesomely creative DeanCas community, a space that I found at a time in my life when I desperately needed a little extra love and acceptance ^.^
I couldn’t be more thankful for all of my fellow Destiel/Cockles/Team Free Love shippers, and I want to say thank you to all of you for doing what you do and doing it lovingly, and doing it without insulting each other or the boys’ families 💘💘💘🏳️‍🌈

LazyTown’s New Superhero (s01e26) might have just become my favourite Lazy Town episode! Here are my favourite things:

-It’s clearly shown that Stephanie isn’t perfect and that’s okay.

-”The least we can do is stay out of trouble.” *crystal beeps*

-Sporty doesn’t know how to sit still and relax.

-Seriously, this man needs to chill.

-Stephanie bossing Sporty around.


-*everyone’s screaming and Stephanie’s in trouble* Robbie: “lol yah, i’ll get some ice cream”

-”I should’ve made a sandwich instead of making you!”

-”That dog is NOT mine!”

-Robbie coming to terms with his new life as “the billboard guy”.

-*smack* “Don’t say the t-word!”

-Sporty saving Robbie.

-Robbie not trusting Sporty.

-”Let go of my leg, I’m trying to help you, Robbie!”

-Seriously he’s so scared, aw.