31.10.2015 // in the city library today. I was elected to be the fundraising co-ordinator for WSCF-Europe when I was in the Czech Republic so I took some time today to go through the role and the organisation in more detail.
Phineas Gage is one of the most famous patients in the history of neuroscience. He was 25 years old when he experienced a serious accident at his work place, where a tamping iron was shot through his head - entering under his eye socket at exiting through the top of his head - after an explosive charge went off. The tamping iron was over a metre long, and after exiting Gage’s head landed 25m away.
Initially Gage collapsed and went into minor convlusions, but recovered quickly and was able to speak after a few minutes. He walked with little assistance to an ox-cart and was brought to a nearby physician. Initially the physician did not believe his story because he was in such good condition, but was convinced when:
Mr. G. got up and vomited; the effort of vomiting pressed out about half a teacupful of the brain, which fell upon the floor.
Gage exhibited a number of dramatic behavioural changes following the accident. Harlow, the physician who initially treated Gage, described this change “He is fitful, irreverent, indulging at times in the grossest profanity (which was not previously his custom), manifesting but little deference for his fellows, impatient of restraint or advice when it conflicts with his desires”. However the surgeon Henry Jacob Bigelow described his condition as improving over the course of recovery, stated he was “quite recovered in faculties of body and mind”. This may have been early evidence of neural plasticity. This recovery was also reported by a physician who knew Gage while he lived in Chile, who described his ability to hold on a full time job as a Concord coach driver, a job that required exceptional social skills.
Gage’s neurological deficits following his traumatic brain injury is thought to have been exaggerated and distorted over the course of history, to the point that he is often portrayed as a ‘psychopath’. Scientific analysis of the historical accounts of Gage’s life following his accident, namely by the psychologist Malcolm Macmillan, find that these distorted accounts are most likely untrue, and that Gage made a very good recovery.
Post-mortem analysis of the Gage case concluded that it was the left frontal lobe that was damaged in the accident, although further neurological damage may have resulted from infection. Combined examination of the Phineas Gage case with the other famous cases of Tan and H.M. have concluded that social behaviour, memory, and language are dependent on the co-ordination of a number of different brain areas rather than a single region.
This is a very hasty opening section to a story I’m going to write about Humans being the weird ones. For the most part, I’m just going to use the concepts I like and leave out the ones I don’t I also refuse to make the aliens talk like fucking morons such as everyone else does. it pisses me off. there is no reason for them to be both polite and also use regular words instead of sounding like they are vomiting a thesaurus. I also used terms like Light Year and Light Minute even though they are subjective terms applicable only to the ear’s solar cycle because it is better than making up terms that have no context but essentially mean the same thing.
Also, I suck at writing so I apologize in advance.
It started three hundred million years ago. The Dareth
species was spreading across the galaxy. In only a few hundred years, they had
completely conquered it, and had devoted their resources to moving beyond to
other galaxies. After a few thousand years, they had taken more and more
regions, never stopping, declaring all space to belong to them. But finally, in
a supreme effort through the combined forces of 538 hundred species, one galaxy
worked together to reclaim their systems. After that monumental and unique
victory, the other galaxies followed suit and fought to own their systems
again. It took nearly 5,000 years, but the efforts of 247 galaxies containing
350 million species drove the Dareth down to a single solar system. Trillions of lives were lost from all sides,
but the megalomaniacal Dareth were nearly destroyed.
Once they had won, the leading species of the revolution
held mass executions, reducing the Dareth to a few hundred children, all in
their adolescence. Stripping them of all clothes and tools, they were marooned
on a hostile planet in a distant galaxy over 50 billion light years away,
devoid of life. The planet was carefully chosen, a careful balance of being
able to support life, while also being borderline inhospitable. It was filled with
dangerous animals, few edible foods, and was plagued with extreme biomes and
No one really expected the children to live, but they
thought that they would at least offer the chance. Once they were on the
planet, deemed “prison 1”, all species immediately broke contact. And
after a few hundred years, they also slowly stopped monitoring the Dareth
children who miraculously survived. Since they were children, they were mostly
uneducated in the ways of production and the manufacturing of advanced
technology, so they initially were capable of little more than cave dwelling
and hunting with stone weapons. They developed very slowly, and it seemed that
no one had to worry about the Dareth again. After several million years, people
referred to them mainly as a mythological monster race, no one really believing
that the Dareth really ever existed. They faded into obscurity, eventually
remembered only in a legend only history fanatics knew of.
Until one day several millions of years later, that is. An
expeditionary task force was exploring a barren galaxy, and came across a
primitive radio signal. They traced the source to a solar system a few
light years away. Upon entry, they must have triggered an ancient outpost; a
message appearing on the main screen. The words were incomprehensible, but a
translator ran a few algorithms and after several minutes, showed the message
in the crew’s native language. Unfortunately, the message was so short that the
software could not fully translate the whole message.
W-rn—: You h-ve e-tered – forb-dde- sector. You h-ve f-ve
m–utes before –uthor-t-es t-ke –ct-o-. To -vo-d arrest, e-ther e-ter your p-ss
code or le-ve –mmed—tely for your ow- protect-o-.
A count down timer followed the message. Unfortunately, the software took a few
minutes to translate, and by the time it finished, the counter was in the last
“What language is that?” Admiral Hot’ath asked no one in
particular, knowing full well that all known languages (over 2 trillion) were
in the ship’s computer and would have identified it within seconds. Typing a
search into the fleet’s contact list, he called the head Archivist “I need you
to analyze this message.” He ordered, attaching both the original and
translated message to a file, sending it to the Archivist. “Tell me if you think
it is an ancient language, or a foreign one.” The female only glanced at it
“Ancient. I can’t read it, but it strongly resembles
Standard Intergalactic it is either a more archaic and older form, or a
language that coincidentally is similar to our ancient dialect.”
The admiral nodded in understanding. The message was nothing
to be concerned over. The solar system was cordoned off so long ago, that
everyone had forgotten that it was even there. Thusly, there were no authorities
coming to get them, so they had time before deciding whether to leave or not.
“Sir.” The captain of the flagship interrupted. “Even if no
one is here, there is a reason this area was blackzoned, and if anyone finds
out we were here, legal actions can still be taken against us.”
He nodded knowingly. “Where did this message originate?”
The communication officer answered. “A small outpost on the
planet furthest from the system’s star.” The man brought the co-ordinates up on
the main bridge screen. The navigation officer quickly followed up with a map
of the system, marking where the planet was.
“We can at least go there.” The admiral said firmly. “If
nothing else, we can legally go that far and collect data.” The captain nodded,
plotting a course on the map and sending it out to the rest of the fleet.
They planned a small expeditionary force to explore the
station and gather artifacts and information. What they found astounded them.
It turned out that one of the planets in the solar system was an ancient prison
of sorts. The records that had survived was enough for a complete translation
of the archaic language, but even so, no one knew who these Dareth were, or why
they were exiled to such a distant galaxy, barren of life. No one, that is,
except the archivists.
The Admiral again called the head archivist, “Proffessor
Lart-tch, do you know who the Dareth were?”
Immediately, the blood drained from the archivist’s skin,
the grey flesh turning a sickly white. “T-the Dareth?” she affirmed, hoping
that she misheard.
The admiral slowly nodded, grimacing. The reaction was
enough to let him know that there was in fact a very good reason they were
exiled so far away. “I take it they are not good?”
“To put it lightly.” The female answered. “Though the legend
is so old, it is probably exaggerated. But we all thought it was just that. A
legend. Or more like a horror story.” She added the end with a shudder. Then
with a flash of fear, she started. “We came here because we picked up a radio
signal.” Her voice was a whisper, cracking with terror. “We need to leave now!”
The admiral was surprised. “Are they really so dangerous?
Only a single outpost was here to watch them, and it was peacefully abandoned.”
“This was a race that had conquered over 500 galaxies. Not
planets. Not Solar systems. Not Starfields. Galaxies.”
This time, the blood drained from the admiral’s face. The
largest empire recorded in history was a single, unified galaxy. Two was
unthinkable. But 500? That was terrifying. “You said that the legend is
probably exaggerated though.” He tried to assure himself.
The woman nodded, “Yes, but only in the hundreds. There is
lots of evidence that at some point in the distant past, some sort of empire had
spread across between two and three hundred galaxies. No one is exactly sure
how many, but at that scale, even a hundred off is little difference in scale
of even the mightiest empire.”
“H-how did we ever defeat such a force?”
The woman merely shrugged. “The legend is vague on that
part. But it ends with a few hundred children being left on a hostile planet
with nothing to help them survive. They were essentially sent back to the stone
age, and were expected to die. But they didn’t. And they will eventually learn
how to leave their planet again and return to kill us all.”
The idea was enough to send a cold stab of fear through the
Admiral. “We should leave.”
But before he could give any orders, the communication
officer called to him from across the bridge. “Sir, we have received a message
via the radio waves coming from the planet identified as Prison 1.”
Another cold stab tore through him. “Can we translate it?”
The officer nodded. “it is primitive, but I have made the
adjustments to decipher it. It seems that they are repeating the same message
over and over.”
“Is there enough to translate?”
“Barely. It is difficult to read, but it boils down to
saying, ‘We are here and want to talk.”
The admiral had no clue what to do. If what he was just told
was true, then potentially the most dangerous species to ever live was asking
making contact with him, the first foreign species they have seen in millions
After several moments, he decided what to do. “Tell them
that we are on the edge of a restricted zone and may not come any closer. We
also need to leave as soon as possible before we get in trouble.”
He was visibly shaking in fear, and he knew that there would
probably be more messages before they were able to leave. There were still
units searching the outpost, and it would take around 30 hours before they were
recalled, even if they left immediately. They were 327 lightminutes from the
Prison Planet, but that still left time for quite a few messages before they
were able to leave.
Sooner than expected, another message arrived. “They are
asking if they are in the restricted area, and if they will get in trouble as
“N-no. Tell them it does not affect them.” He stammered out.
This was getting out of hand. He was neither a military officer, nor a diplomat
and this was something that no one in the entire fleet was capable of dealing
Again. A reply much sooner than he wanted. “They are asking
why the area is restricted.”
This one was surprisingly easy to answer. “Tell them that we
don’t know.” He lied
A few hours later, “They want to know what our protocol
for First Contact is.”
The answer to that question was drilled into the explorer so
hard, that the words came out before he realized that he was speaking. “Observe
and learn until they contact us, then send a survey team to the surface to
directly learn as much as possible about the new species. Providing any
technological knowledge is prohibited until intergalactic diplomats arrive and
officially classify the species and permit trade. Ideally, the envoy will make
the decision before any contact. In the unavoidable circumstance that contact
is made, we are to treat said species as a Class Three.” He finished, then
realizing that the Dareth probably didn’t know what planet classes were, he
quickly listed, “Class 1: lower intelligent, incapable of societal structure.
Class 2: Upper intelligence, incapable of leaving planet. Class 3: Capable of
limited space travel. Class 4: Capable of extended space travel under light speed.
Class 5: Capable of FTL travel. Class 6: Capable of Intergalactic travel. And
the hypothetical Class 7: Capable of instantaneous travel.”
He listed these quickly, momentarily forgetting the insane
levels of danger they were in. fortunately, the message came slower than the
others. But it still came. “They are asking if contact takes precedence over
This was the first question that the admiral was completely
at a loss for. The majority of blackzones existed because of environmental
dangers the others were for military secrecy and they all took up several solar
systems. This was by far the smallest blackzone he had ever even heard of and
it did not fall under either category. “T-tell them that….” He started talking, but
he couldn’t think of anything. Fortunately, they didn’t wait for a reply. “Sir,
they have sent us a file that seems to be a compilation of their history,
biology, anatomy, and information of their planet’s wildlife, fauna, geography,
“A-are you serious?” he blurted out. The officer nodded.
They labeled and organized everything for us. There is even information on
their technology and mass medical records. They gave us everything.”
“Are there images of them?”
“Yes sir. Also, they call themselves, ‘humans.’”
A series of pictures flooded the main screen showing hundreds
and hundreds of the Dareths. Some were professional, and some were impromptu.
They also greatly ranged in age with varying degrees of quality from brown and
a little blurry to full spectral and crisp The newest ones even being three dimensional
video. They did not look particularly dangerous, though they did have predatory
features. They were bipeds with joint articulation and front facing eyes. It seemed that they had full body skeletons
and were mostly hairless, except for their heads and some of their faces. They
were also very diverse. Some had pale skin, some were brown, some were yellow
tinted, and more. On top of photographs
and videos, the Dareths also included a single diagram of a Human in a circle.
It did not take long for the Admiral to understand that it was a mathematical
diagram of the Human’s physiology. “Fascinating.” He whispered. But there was
one thing above all else that astounded him. The photographs genuinely looked happy. There were pictures of Humans who
were angry and sad as well, but for the most part, they all had kind
expressions. If they were the Dareths in the legends, then either they had
changed, or they were trying to trick him into letting down his guard.
“Sir,” the intelligence officer spoke up. “The planet has an
open network database containing the planet’s combined knowledge. We can cross-reference
everything they gave us with that system to see if they deliberately left out
information or lied.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t think that we have enough time for
that. I want to leave immediately.” Though he was still scared, he did not feel
like the Dareths were of any danger or were lying to them. To the communication
officer, he ordered. “Record and transmit as follows: Thank you, humans. You
have saved us much time and deliberation. With this, we can go back and deliver
the information you provided to our government and they will decide what to do
next. We are merely an expeditionary unit and have no authority. You have
provided us with an easy answer to deal with such an abnormal situation. We
will leave as soon as possible and return to our home system without delay.”
When he finished talking, the captain spoke. “Sir, the
expeditionary force has returned.”
“Good, we are leaving immediately!” he blurted out.
While the fleet left, they received one last message, “Good
bye. We look forward to your return.”
Once they were safely in FTL, he ordered the “human” file to
be distributed to all of the ships. In the months it took to return to their
home system, everyone had poured over the files and read as much as they could.
And frankly, no one knew whether they should be terrified or relieved. By now,
the legend of the Dareths had spread throughout the fleet, and despite the
history of war and violence that was in the files, there was just as much goodness
in them. They seemed to be a fiercely loyal people, extremely innovative, and
often benevolent to a fault. This was the trouble. There was no solid trend to
determine their species overall personality. Even in war, they would often be
kind to their enemies even while they killed them. But when they made an
alliance, it was not easily broken; and when they decided to help someone in
need, they did everything in their power to do so.
And none of that was even touching their bizarre physiology.
They could handle an incredibly wide variety of biomes and conditions, they
could survive and recover from what most species would consider life
threatening injuries, they ate anything and everything, even if it had no
nutritional value or was even dangerous to them. They often underwent drastic
changed to their physiology for completely aesthetic reasons. And their medical
methods were nothing short from horrific. They actually cut themselves open and
put the organs of their dead inside their own bodies and survived. They cut out
their organs, and replaced parts of their bodies as though they were machines.
By the time they reached their home, the crew had split in
two as to the opinion whether the information they had was true or not. Some
said that it made sense for such a domineering race to be capable of such
things, while the others insisted that the information was designed to confuse
them and make the humans seem stronger than they were. As far as the admiral,
he was certain that the information was true. It was all nonchalant, and so
strange that it didn’t seem right that the Dareth’s purposefully made it up.
He dutifully handed it over to his superior and up the chain
it went. A few weeks later, he was summoned before the King. He knew
immediately why. What he didn’t know was if it was a good or bad thing. The
escort gave him no time to prepare. They took him from his office to the planetary
palace across the continent. He was searched and taken into the throne room,
the King and his wife lounging on a large sofa while other nobles of high
office lined the room.
Admiral Hot’ath walked forward and knelt before the King and
Queen “My liege.”
The king was a large man, but his weight was deceptive, he
was an intelligent and cunning man who only appeared to be a lazy slob. So when
the King looked down on him with his beautiful wife leaning against him,
Hot’ath felt a stab of fear just as powerful as the one he felt facing the
“So you are the man who says that there a monsters on the
edge of the universe?” the King’s voice was slow and deep, but his tone did not
“I kid of course.” The king interrupted, speaking just as
slowly. “I have read through all of the reports made on the subject and looked
at the Human’s files personally. I understand why so many believe them to be
the Dareth’s in the old story, and to be honest, I agree.” His voice gave
nothing away, he spoke in nearly a monotone.
Hot’ath relaxed slightly. “I am sure that you know, but I
feel that it bears repeating. My fleet did not enter the BlackZone. We remained
on the edge and only got so close to explore the outpost, which is not against
The large king laughed, his bulbous core jiggling as it
heaved. “Again, I agree. You have done nothing worth punishment. I have ordered
your presence to ask your personal opinion on the information. Do you think
that it is reliable, or a Dareth ruse?
After a moment, the admiral replied, “May I speak freely, my
“I insist it.”
Hot’ath took a breath, “I think that it is all true, my
liege.” The crowd around them broke out in a quiet deliberation at his
statement. “It is all far too strange to have been made up.” He continued. “I feel
like it is subtle and presented as normal. If they were lying, then the
lies would have been emphasized and presented as proud aspects of their race.
But they record these traits as nothing special. I am certain they would be
genuinely surprised if they were to learn about our own physiology and how we are so much weaker compared to them..
The king nodded. “I feel the same. But this is far too
dangerous to act one without facts. Tell me why you think they gave the files
to us if not for deception.”
“I think that it was an act of trust. I believe that they
did so because I was hesitant to go visit their planet. I had told them that
they were in a black zone, so they understood that I was not allowed to spend
time and wanted to make things easy for me. Also, I do not believe that this
was in my report, but my Intelligence officer had access to a global network of
their combined knowledge. It was open to everyone. As far as we could tell in
the short amount of time we were there, they only provided information that was
on the network, that is to say, none of this is a secret to them, and they have
no problem with others knowing.”
“That is new information.” The king muttered. “New Knowledge
New Light.” The old saying seemed especially applicable here. “I order you to
go back. I give you permission to enter the blackzone and go to their planet. Keep
at least one ship on the edge out of their range. Under the slightest hint of
suspicion, have it leave immediately and return directly to me so we know that
they cannot be trusted.
“Do not misunderstand. You will have diplomats go with you and
a small military escort. But you seem to have earned your rank and are capable
of subtle discernment. You will not be doing anything more than your regular
job, just with the added knowledge that everything could be a lie. I merely
need you to let us know if that is the case.
stucky is kinda one sided isn't it, like reading your post, obviously some of those are hc but in canon bucky cares a lot about steve, but steve doesn't seem to care much about bucky, i mean he admired bucky when they lived in brooklyn, but he never worried much about him once he was big and had the commandos and the love of his life next to him, bucky died and steve just went on happy with his life, it's kinda sad bc now bucky's the only thing left so hes holding onto him
To quote my hero Ben Wyatt “I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are. Actually it’s going to annoy me if I don’t”
Things Steve Literally Does And Says That Prove This Statement Is Nonsense:
Leads a one man rescue mission into an active warzone because he knew Bucky was there, and dead or alive he was taking him out of there
Was willing to walk to this location to save Bucky, despite being told Bucky was most likely dead, if that’s what it would take to bring him back.
Was ready to die in a fiery demise, as long as Bucky got out of there safely.
Literally jumped over fiery pits of hell so that Bucky would get out of there alive because Bucky refused to leave without him. Self sacrificing idiots, the pair of them.
Changed his initial stance of “I don’t want to kill anyone, I don’t like bullies” to “I won’t stop until all of Hydra are captured or dead” after Bucky was taken from him as a result of Hydra.
Sat drinking in a bar, even after he realised he couldn’t get drunk, in tears, to numb the pain of him having lost Bucky - he doesn’t even need to say why he’s crying, Peggy immediately knows it was because of Bucky and tries to reassure him it wasn’t his fault.
Crashes a fucking plane into the ice. Like this binch could have just given his damn co-ordinates to Peggy, could have been found in days at most. But nah he just wanted to Die.
Goes to an exhibit for himself and stares sadly at footage of himself and Bucky laughing together
“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky”
“He’s not the kind you save, he’s the kind you stop” “I don’t think I can do that” “He might not give you a choice, he doesn’t know you” “He will.”
“I’m with you till the end of the line”
Was literally ready to let himself be killed before he gave up on Bucky, because he had so much belief that Bucky was in there and would remember him.
Spent 2 years looking for him with Sam.
Went against 117 countries in order to stop Zemo and clear Bucky’s name.
Became a literal fugitive to keep him safe
Natasha: For the record, this is making it worse Steve: He’s alive.
Pulled a helicopter out of the sky with his bare hands like…..i don’t even know what else to say, this extra ass fuck literally pulled a helicopter out of the damn sky to keep Bucky safe
Y’all been watching different movies if you actually think Steve don’t care about Bucky, both their stories are entirely interconnected and entwined, they care about each other equally lmao.
The recent chapter got me wondering how SNK is going to end. While it looked like a deceptively straightforward chapter it made me realise something very big.
So we know that in one generation there are a total of nine shifters each with a power of one particular Titan. The way to pass on the power is to either get eaten or die after living the shortened life span of 13 years after which the co-ordinate (a bond that connects all Eldians) will pick a seemingly random Eldian to inherit the powers.
This got me thinking; What if a titan shifter eats another shifter? Will they get the power of two Titans?
Now we know for the fact that this is in fact possible.
Grisha (the attack titan) ate Frieda Reiss and gained her powers which in turn was passed on to Eren when he ate Grisha.
Thus reducing the number of titan shifters from nine to eight with the power of two Titans with Eren.
Now here is how I think it will end.
One shifter will have to eat all the rest, thus gaining the power of all nine shifters. Eren seems like the most likely candidate because he possesses the powers of the co-ordinate which means that if they find a way to kill him in a way that snaps the bond of the co-ordinate to the Eldian’s then he can put a stop the Titan curse and prevent it from passing on to others as he’ll die possessing the power of all nine titans.
By doing this the co-ordinate will snap thus freeing all Eldian’s of the curse making them unable to turn into Titans. This will also subsequently mean that all the mindless Titans will revert back to humans as they will also lose the ability to become Titans in the first place without the co-ordinate tying them together.
It will solve the Marley and Eldia crisis too as the Eldians no longer possess a threat to Marley without the Titan genes thus putting a stop to the discrimination and separation.
Now if this is true we have to consider a few things.
1)Eren WILL die.
I think this is inevitable no matter what the end is because Eren has never been the AND then he lived happily ever after character. Sacrificing himself for the sake of saving humanity and quite literally ending all Titans while doing so is the thing that fits him perfectly.
2)Eren will have to eat Armin.
This is the worst part of this theory but also the thing that makes me positive that this theory maybe quite true.
For the life of me I couldn’t figure out why Armin became a shifter. It’s utterly out of place for his character and I just can’t see him fitting into the category of the other Titan shifters such as Annie, Eren, Ymir, etc because he’s a strategist over everything else and definitely not a fighter like the rest.
But then again what better way of tearing the readers hearts out than making Eren eat Armin and truly weigh the cost of saving humanity, a goal that he’s been so set for since the beginning. It’s the only thing that will make him waver, we saw how he and Mikasa were willing to go to whatever lengths to save him and the fact that they fought so hard to keep him alive only for this end makes it a whole lot more crueler yet fitting of the entire them of SNK. Armin I feel is the kind to readily accept it and sacrifice himself just like he did during the battle in shiganshina.
A lot of people think that since Armin is the narrator he’ll be alive by the end of it. I personally think this story has no narrator but is simply being read out from Armin’s journal which he was seen writing in 88.
3)Mikasa will be the last one standing.
No matter which way I look at it this is probably the most sound theory of all. It’s not only because of the dream panel we had in chapter one where Eren saw Mikasa saying goodbye but it’s because there is no other way her ending can go.
A cruel and beautiful ending just like her character.
While she’ll be alive to see the world freed from Titans it will be only after both Eren and Armin have been cruelly snatched away from her leaving her all alone but yet giving her the opportunity to be her own person.
This is an end that will show character development and with her saying goodbye to Eren when he’s about to die will mark her development into someone who can stand on her own now thus fulfilling what Isayama had said in his interview of them having a bittersweet ending where Mikasa will become her own person and stand on her own two feet without depending on Eren.
I think this is how SNK is going to end but God I hope I’m wrong. I won’t be handle any of this.
If you can’t afford to go to one of SJM’s signings, or she’s not touring close to you, this is designed to be a chance to say thank you to her.
So for me personally, SJM’s books came at a time where their content saved my life, and continue to be something that helps me through the days from time to time. I know others feel similarly, or that they’ve found SJM’s books to be a major source of happiness/inspiration/etc in their lives.
So Sarah J Maas is doing a Fan Event on Wednesday November 22nd 2017, At Emmanuel Centre, Marsham Street, Westminster, London.
@abookandacoffee, @my-name-is-fireheart, and I are lucky enough to be attending this event, since we’ll be in London at a time. A random selection of participants will have the chance to go up and talk to Sarah.
I’m used to never being able to meet American Authors/Celebrities etc. because I live in the middle of nowhere, so for me this is an insane, impossible, fantastic opportunity. But you know, not everyone has this privilege to thank someone who’s helped them.
So this may sound cheesy as fuck, but we wanted to try and compile as many people as would like to enter’s letters/notes/fandrawings/etc to Sarah. The current plan is to print them out, bind them in a folder or book or something, and give it to her as a ‘from the fandom’ kind of thing. Of course, each ‘work’ can be signed by whoever wrote it. You can add your social media details to it if you’d like to!
The aim is that anyone who wants to can get to let Sarah know how much her work is appreciated. She’s been sick and had illness in the family, and still continued to give us content. So you know, if ever a ‘THANK YOU’ was appropriate for her, it’d probably be now.
Below I’ll list the current ‘rules’ for entries to keep everything positive, but here are the main details for how to ‘enter’ your submission to be printed in the final book:
You can email it to the email I’ve set up for this at ‘email@example.com’. If you use this method, I will reply to let you know I’ve received the entry, and then again once it’s been checked over and made sure there’s nothing that could get her sued.
You can post it here on tumblr, and tag me in it. Please MESSAGE ME/Send me an ask with a link just in case, because tumblr is a poo-bum sometimes. I’ll respond as soon as I’ve seen it, and again once it’s been verified.
If neither of those work, you can message it to me directly! Or send it in an ask - if this is on anon however, it is up to you to check back to see that everything’s gone through a-okay!
ADDITIONALLY (For Those Attending The Event):
If you are attending this event and WOULD LIKE TO help out, please let me know. At the moment we have a 3 out of however many chance of being able to explain this to her. Hopefully we can drop it off to her regardless of if we get to go up to and meet her, but it’d be nicer if someone can go up to her and let her know in person WHAT it is. SO, if you are attending and would like to, if you get to go up to her, hand in the folder/book, please let me know either here or at the email! Closer to the event, I will message you about co-ordinating stuff at the event itself.
Rules For Works:
No Fanfiction. SJM could get sued for reading our Fanfic so let’s not thank her with a court case, yeah?
No hate speech. You can definitely say ‘I would love to see more lesbians in your work’ or mention a thing or two that you would like to receive more attention/improvement, but if the whole thing reads like an ANTI-SJM blog post none of us feel comfortable forcing that upon her.
Nothing swearing heavy. I swear like a sailor but I don’t know how SJM feels about it so let’s keep it RELATIVELY clean (i.e. not every other word)
No pornography. You can submit smutty artwork since I’m sure SJM of all people would appreciate a saucy Feysand scene, but nothing that would only be allowed in a porno (i.e. no downstairs ‘accessories’ if you catch my drift).
I’m not setting a maximum word count, but I don’t want to print off 100 pages so let’s keep it to a couple or so pages maximum per person? Thanks.
Updates for this will be kept a track of under the tag ‘thankyousjm’. If anyone has any ideas on how to refine this, let me know, but this is aiming to be a chill, nice thing. I owe this fandom a lot for keeping me a happy chappy, so idk. It sounds SUPER CORNY and EW SENTIMENT but I wanted to help do a ‘give back’ thing so… yeah.
If you’re not interested in it but ARE a SJM blog, maybe consider reblogging it so people who might like to participate know about it? Idk, I just want us to be able to give SJM a HUGE book of thank yous so yeah that’s me being a sucker for cheese.
can you believe alec and magnus’ date went so well that they decided to get married straight after and now they’re out wearing co-ordinated suits and hosting parties together like the husbands we all know they are
Top ten things that surprised Yuuri or Viktor about each other after they moved in together (one of which is probably Viktor finding out Yuuri can play the piano and sing like an angel?)
I don’t _think_ I’ve seen this as a top 10 ask (forgive me if I missed it): Top 10 little things Yuuri/Viktor only found out about each other once they were living together. Like, stupid little things that can be annoying/endearing, but you just never think to mention. (Viktor can’t handle the toilet paper roll facing the wrong way, Yuuri requires there be a pen in EVERY ROOM just in case - that kind of thing).
Top Ten Little Things They Learned About Each Other After Living Together:
10) Yuuri sings in the shower and dances when he thinks he’s alone. Sometimes Viktor will hear his voice drifting from the bathroom singing a mix of popular songs and the classics and sometimes he’ll walk in on Yuuri dancing around the kitchen and lip syncing along to the radio
9) Viktor keeps all the books on his bookshelf in order of his favourites and really hates it when they’re moved. Yuuri only discovered this when he pulled out a bunch to read and put them all back in the wrong place because he had no idea what Viktor’s sorting system was
8) Yuuri can fall asleep anywhere. Literally anywhere. On a plane, in a car, on Viktor’s shoulder, if he’s tired, he can sleep. Viktor has walked in on him asleep on the sofa, at the table and occasionally on the floor more times than he can count
7) Viktor speaks Russian without realising it when he’s tired. After living for years in Detroit Yuuri is well used to speaking English but Viktor only ever used it for short periods of time at competitions and interviews and it doesn’t come as naturally to him. Sometimes if he’s had an especially long day he’ll slip into Russian automatically and only realise he’s done it when Yuuri has to ask him to slow down to try and work out what Viktor is saying since his Russian is still pretty basic (he becomes fluent over time though)
6) Yuuri never throws things away if he can help it. When Viktor would just buy something new if it breaks, Yuuri is used to working on a much tighter budget and was raised to never waste anything so he’ll fix things constantly even when he now has the money to just replace them
5) Both of them still write in their native languages. When they’re writing little notes to remind themselves of things or writing down information during a phone call or something similar they both still often do it in their native languages instead of English
4) Viktor colour co-ordinates his entire wardrobe whereas Yuuri thinks it’s a waste of time and just hangs up all of his clothes without caring what goes where. They keep separate sides of the wardrobe because of this
3) Viktor adores bad soap operas, the more cheesy and overdramatic the better. When they’re both exhausted after a long day training and too tired to do anything else he’ll often put one on in the background while crashed out on the sofa as Yuuri naps in his lap
2) Yuuri sometimes needs to not be touched. Viktor is a very physically affectionate person and while Yuuri loves being affectionate with him and loves being close to him, sometimes he goes through periods when he just needs a little space. This caused a bit of confusion initially when Viktor didn’t understand why Yuuri was shying away a little instead of constantly touching and hugging him like usual but after Yuuri explained he understood, even if he couldn’t relate to the feeing himself
1) Yuuri is a blanket thief and this can only be cured by cuddles when he has Viktor to hold on to instead of the blankets. Viktor is very happy to oblige
Prompt: midoriya and iida shopping for Valentine’s Day treats for their friends
Thanks for the cute prompt!
Look at that suspiciously colour co-ordinated scarf, with those hot and cold colours ¬3¬.
Still totally accepting bnha prompts- only up to the anime preferably, (I’m almost caught up but its less fun when not everyone can see it.) Any ships, fluff or no! Reply or send me an ask, specifics make it more interesting for me to paint, and as always, I can’t do all of them </3
One of my biggest inspirations is Sophie Turner. I love her in Game of Thrones, her amazing style and her relationship with Maisie. Her looks are so unique and seem to fit perfectly with the occassion. One of my favourite looks is the first picture of Sophie at Wimbeldon and her pink co-ordinates for the Topshop Unique’s show! I would definitely raid her wardrobe if I could! Scroll through the collection below to see some of my Sophie inspire items.
a belated birthday fic for the love of my life james potter <3
a lil throwback to his 18th birthday when he got so smashed he had to crash at lily’s and then they just had to share a bed.
The mirror keeps buzzing in her bag and she’s sure it’s Sirius, calling to see if they made it back alright. Lily can’t answer it though, because she has her arms full with James. A very mashed and wobbly James.
“Where are we?” He says into her neck, too loudly for Lily’s liking. If a light goes on in the house, they’re screwed.
“Almost there.” She tells him as they reach the gate and she has to hold him up with one hand to push it open. For a second he leans too far forward, but then somehow uprights himself and stumbles forward.
“Where are we?” He repeats, stepping closer so his breath fans all over her throat again. It would be nice if it didn’t smell of a mixture of jaeger and sick.
“My house.” Lily watches as realisation dawns on James’ face, mouth dropping open, shoulders going limp.
“Wow. You have a house?”
“Where did you think all your owls were coming to last summer?” She shakes him until his shoulders regain some structure and tries to walk forwards again. James is stuck though, feet planted firmly on the ground as he takes in her house.
There’s not much to take in and Lily blushes, not having really thought about this part of him crashing at hers. Of course, she’d thought about him staying one day, just not under these circumstances. In her imagination they hadn’t been sneaking in at 4 am because James got kicked out of the hotel the Marauders were staying at.