finally taking this out of my drafts

Yeah sure, I get it, without CC there would be no Shadowhunters and there would be no Malec (a ship I’m so incredibly invested in).

BUT, I want this women to stop while she’s ahead. I’m so relieved that many people noticed how problematic she is. The show is handling her work so much better than she has and I know her fans get crazy when it’s stated but the work done on Shadowhunters is much more commendable than the work done in the books.

She made all of the characters fucking immature and overly dramatic when it comes to serious issues. In the books, Alec is biphobic as hell which is a damn shame because she did give the character some potential. The show took the forgotten potential and made it come to life, dropping all of the overly played out and unnecessary biphobic comments. They’re building Malec up so beautifully and making them come across as so healthy it’s breathe-taking. Just look at that mature conversation they had in 2x06 about Magnus’ past. Sure it was awkward but they were LISTENING TO EACH OTHER. I didn’t once see Alec jump down Magnus’ throat about who he used to date. See CC, It’s not that fucking challenging to build up a healthy, growing relationship.

The whole incest fetish she has is repulsive. She knew how fucked up people would think she is if she included a legitimate intentional sibling relationship, so she made people and the characters believe they were related to each other for a long ass time just to include the idea of relation love. How fucked up?

Then there’s the whole “You’re prettier than me so I’m going to make hateful comments towards you and disrespect you as a person” thing. Is this a fucking joke? Is this seriously what you want teenagers to be grasping from this storyline? A petty-ass unneeded dramatic play out of two smart, intelligent, beautiful girls? I’m so glad the show brushed that off and made Izzy/Clary into the characters they were always meant to be because that issue was never necessary in any plausible way.

Then we have her portraying Simon as a cheater. Which happens a lot in books in movies, but it’s different with this because she’s bluntly encouraging this act. She recently got defensive on twitter with Todd, the Shadowhunters showrunner, simply because he wanted to keep Simon a good guy - which is who he was until CC destroyed his potential as she did with many of the characters in the books.

This women has more problems outside of her books though. She has jumped down countless fans throats for asking questions or sharing logical concerns that they have with the books. Someone literally asked her what Raphael’s sexuality was and she blocked them. That person had been a huge fan of the books and her until they did some research and realized how truly awful she can be. I have never seen a women more shameful towards others it’s sickening. She thinks she’s above everybody because she made a books that have branched out. Then she feels as if she has the right to degrade the other productions based off of her books that are LEGALLY allowed to take their own path.

I understand that she made my favorite show/ship possible, but she wasn’t the one who created what I enjoy. No, she was a rough draft that Shadowhunters picked up and made into a final fucking copy.

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Here is the exact moment I became the world’s first transgender woman to win a skateboarding event. 

I got first place at Central Mass 8, a HUGE longboarding event in Harvard, MA in the women’s division. The race was tight. My heats were fairly easy, as I pushed to first, held first, and finished first.

However, in the finals, one girl kept up with me on the pushes. We both tucked at the same time. My race plan of “get in first, stay in first, and finish first” failed. At the last second, I let her take another push as I jumped into her draft and my tuck. I held her draft, we both took the same exact lines as I was behind her, we wobbled in the same places, and when the flat section came, I pulled out of the draft. I pulled out a second too soon, as I ended up right next to her on the final descent. We were neck and neck through the corner, and I inched myself over slightly just so she would be forced to pull back. As we came through the final corner, I ignored her completely, held my tuck, and finished FIRST PLACE!

This is my first skateboarding win. I have never placed first in any LDP events, or any other downhill events. I set a world standard that trans women ARE women, can compete with women, and even be better than women.

The excitement was too much to handle. In the second picture, my skate homies doused me in champagne to celebrate. I’ve never won anything before. This time, I earned it.


Shoutout to Ross Earhart Photography and Steve Kong for the photos.

To Me

This.has.been.sitting.in.my.drafts.since.I.made.this.account.when.I.was.14.You have no idea how long i’ve stared at this fic trying to get it finished and finally it’s done.

Do i know what it is? I dunno some sort of God AU I guess. Am i proud of it? Heck yes.

Do I want you peeps to enjoy this madness? Please do! And thank you!

“What are stars to you?”

Natsu’s eyes flashed over to the priestess sitting next to him on the grass. Her legs were pulled close to her chest and eyes stared unblinking at the twinkling spots of light in the sky. Her expression was unreadable as he watched her.

“I don’t understand what you mean.” he replied, rather blunt.” Stars are stars, there’s nothing else to them.”

“But you’re a God, you live among them. Haven’t you ever wondered that there might be more to them?”

“No. My life has been nothing but overcoming trial after trial, I never had the time to think about things like that.”

She hummed softly in agreement, she should know. Everyone knew about his life,after all he was a god of war, one of the patron deities of the kingdom Alvarez alongside his brother Zeref, god of chaos. His tale was one taught all around the world and everyone,-young and old-knew it well.

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Originally posted by ethan-support-group

Request: Can I request a sappy Ethan fic? Like he’s helplessly in love with the reader but she lives in Maine. So he makes a special trip to Maine to see her and finds out that she is in the hospital because of a hit and run crash. Over all it’s just really sappy with confessions and tears?

Summary: Ethan plans a special trip to visit Fem!Reader back in Maine, but things get a little scary when she gets hIT BY A CAR.

A/N: I’m the worst human being ever I went like a full week without posting am sorry but I did finally get wifi back up in my house. I’m out of town right now for my cousin’s wedding and it’s currently 2:15am but I finally finished a fic. Don’t hate me! Not my best, but hope you enjoy it anyway!

Wordcount: 1427, much longer than it needed to be oh well

Requests are closed my friends, v sorry but don’t send any requests in :( just makes me feel worse about my lack of posting rip

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Mid-morning pick me up🌟 Mango nice cream with frozen coconut butter and coconut shreds🍦☃ Nothing better to get me energized to study for my math and chem quiz as well as finish off my TEDx speech draft!! Soooooo I finally figured out the trick to taking smoothie selfies😏 Post up on my Tumblr now!!!!

anonymous asked:

hi! i was just wondering if you had an writing tips?

  • first and foremost, learn to trust your gut. sit down and write whatever comes to mind. if you start going in a direction you were anticipating, follow it. TRUST. YOUR. GUT. literally, learning to embrace your natural instincts when you’re sitting down to write is going to be more beneficial to you than following out a plan point by point.
  • STILL: have a bit of a plan. have an idea of where you want to go. give your characters a goal, then let them show you how they’re going to get there. so much of my stories have changed the second i let the characters take control; and it makes them better. it adds dimension to your character and purpose to their plot.
  • GET TO KNOW YOUR CHARACTERS. these are your babies, my dudes, you’re going to be spending a lot of time with them. have flat characters. have round characters. have characters that have struggled immensely. have characters that have never struggled. vary your characters and learn to love them. when you love them, you are more determined to do right by them.
  • read!! read read read. i cannot stress this enough. you will never get anywhere trying to write if you don’t allow yourself to read the works of other people. take inspiration from them. take notes. find out what about the writing makes your favorite story your favorite. read for enjoying. read for studying. read for writing.
  • never stop writing. don’t let a day go by without putting a thought down somewhere. write 5000 words or write 5, but just put something down. i have over two hundred notes on my phone of ideas that have come to mind, phrases i’ve used later when i have more time to write, story ideas and plot points and character designs, or quotes that inspire me. i have over one hundred documents on my computer filled with random spouts of story. one day i’ll get to them; or maybe i won’t. the important thing is i’m not allowing myself to stop writing, because i have a personal goal to improve constantly and i will never reach that if i stop. try to write every day you can. even if it’s just a sentence. especially if it’s just a sentence.
  • LET YOURSELF TAKE CRITICISM - as long as it’s constructive. share your works with people. accept their compliments, ask them what you need to change. let other people help you or just ask them to shower you in compliments. you’re an artist, and art deserves to be shared. accept criticism; but if you are proud in something you’ve created don’t let anyone tell you that it’s bad. you’ve worked hard and you’ve earned that pride. the only criticism you have to take is the criticism that you deem beneficial to you.
  • experiment in different writing styles. find what works for you. don’t limit yourself to one style of writing because it’s something you enjoy reading. that doesn’t make it your style. find what works, try new things, learn and grow.
  • don’t be afraid of rewrites. sometimes you get it right on the first draft, sometimes you get it right on the fifteenth. don’t be afraid to take a scene and introduce a different circumstance and see where that takes you. explore your story, write pointless scenes about your characters. they may not make it into the final draft, but they’ll teach you.
  • WRITE FOR YOU! this is so important. we write with the intention that one day it will be shared, but writing for other people does not benefit you at all. i wrote many, many fics before i finally realized this. the second i started writing for myself? i gained popularity. my most popular fic started out as pure indulgence because it was something i wanted to see. writing for yourself means that no matter how the work is received, critiqued, reviewed, or read, you are proud of it. you created that thing - be proud. write for yourself.

This is the most important one: let yourself be a bad writer. let yourself be a great writer. JUST BE A WRITER. take pride in anything you create, good or bad. i once wrote 400 pages of a novel that was getting published, before i realized it wasn’t my best writing and i backed out. i look back on that writing now and it’s pretty terrible - i’ve come a long way from where i was. but never for a second have i regretted a single one of those 400 pages. you learn from your writing. you learn from your mistakes. you learn from your triumphs. come to the understanding that writing is a process that has to constantly evolve, and that your style is going to improve as long as you keep working on it. some of the stuff you write is going to be bad. laugh at it. love it anyway. learn from it.


writing is gritty and wonderful and stressful and gorgeous. and it’s a process. but if you let yourself love it, and if you learn to adapt alongside the process, then it’s one of the greatest things you’ll ever be able to do.

Gotcha Roasted Pork

I have had this in my drafts now since August/Sept of 2015 and I finally decided to post. Sorry for taking so long with this, but this and another food wars recipe were the last things I worked on with John so I’ve been kind of having issues letting this one out. 

Anime: Food Wars Shokugeki no Soma
Appearance: Episode 1
Time: min 4-5 hours
Serving: about 5-7

So I happen to LOVE food wars I didnt think I would but after watching the first few episodes I was hooked! This seems to be the one that everyone knows, and honestly I really enjoyed this dish! I dont think I could eat it often given how intense it was but was a lot of fun to make! One note I used a regular roasting pan dont do that! I highly suggest using one that keeps everything lifted because when cooking you’re going to end up with a LOT of bacon fat and you dont want everything sitting in a pool of that fat.

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Braids and Confessions

Summary: You finally convince Sam to let you braid his hair.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: mentions hair kink, interrupted make out session

A/N: duude, that gif gets my every time this has been sitting in my drafts for agess. Enjoy some Sammy lovin’, guys! xx

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“Can I braid your hair?”

Sam looked over at you from across the table, a mixture of amusement and confusion on his face at your question.

“No.”

“Please?”

He raised his eyebrow at you, the puppy eyes you were giving him gradually breaking the wall. “What’s it worth?” He queried, taking his attention off of the book in front of him and onto you instead.

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Alex Summers

(Okay, it’s been like 80 years since I’ve written anything and I’m really sorry. School and life has been a bit hectic. I thought I would have two weeks off from school before summer classes started, but I was wrong. I start another semester on Monday. I was really lacking the motivation to write even though there’s so much I actually want to write! Anyway @disneygirl2202 requested this and I just want to say thank you for being so patient with me and I really hope you enjoy it! (ps the title is a Doctor Who reference because Amy and Rory will always be my faves.)

Together Or Not At All

“Will you two give it a rest already!” you hear Scott yell from the living room.

“If Y/N would be reasonable, we wouldn’t be arguing!” Alex responds.

“And if you would just hear me out…”

Your words come to a halt as Scott storms into the kitchen and slams his fist against the table.

You and Alex both shocked, turn to face him.

The usually calm younger brother was now upset.

Scott straightens up and unballs his fist before speaking.

“You two have done nothing but argue since I’ve been here.” Scott says before he pauses for a moment.

You can see the hurt in his expression as he continues.

“Alex, you’re being drafted. You only have a few days left before you leave and this isn’t how I was expecting to spend them with you. With the both of you.”

Since Scott had arrived, you and Alex have barely acknowledged him. The both of you too caught up in fighting to even focus on anything else.

And it only made the pair of you feel worse.

Alex was being drafted to fight in a war and you were planning to join him.

The possibility that Scott wouldn’t only be losing his brother, but you as well were finally dawning on the both of you.

“For my sake, can you please just stop fighting.” His voice faltering as he gets the words out.

Neither you or Alex have a chance to reply before Scott walks out the kitchen.

The silence that fills up the room between you and Alex is unbearable.

One of you needs to say something before this quickly turns back into an argument.

So, you take a deep breath before walking over in Alex’s direction.

“Will you just listen to me. Hear me out on this, please.” You tell him as you reach for his hand.

Alex doesn’t want to have this conversation with you. He’s told you already that he doesn’t want you to follow him into this. Pressing the idea of “Wouldn’t it better and safer for you if you just stayed home and looked out for Scott.” until he returned.

“Do you remember what you said when you gave me this?” you ask him as you point to the ring on your finger.

“Y/N…”

“Do you remember?” you ask him again before he nods his head yes.

“Of course I remember.”

“You told me, that no matter what you’d be by my side. You said you’d follow me into battle or war without a second thought, and I told you I’d do the same.”

“But..”

“There are no buts about this Alex. You and I made a promise to each other and from that day until our last I intend to keep to it.”

Alex sighs before he reaches for your hand and places a kiss on your ring finger. He pulls you in closer to him as he rests his forehead against yours.

“Together or not at all, right?” he says.

“Together or not at all.”


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Okay so I’m working on a final comic draft for a commission and this is pretty much my process of figuring out the layout of the comic. (since my usual comics have no real layout and are just boxes that I take pictures of r i p)

Comics can be challenging, but really rewarding and fun.

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'Orphan Black' Creators Break Down the Helena Flashback Episode
SPOILER ALERT: Read on only if you have already watched Saturday’s “One Fettered Slave” episode of Orphan Black. The penultimate episode of Orphan Black moved our story forward by once again lookin…

The penultimate episode of Orphan Black moved our story forward by once again looking back — this time providing a flashback episode for Helena to give us intel as to what turned her into a clone-killing assassin. That backstory was juxtaposed with a modern day escape plan to get Helena out of the clutches of the phony P.T Westmoreland and Neolution — an escape plan that was complicated by Helena going into labor.

With only one episode left to go, we spoke to Orphan Black creators John Fawcett and Graeme Manson to get the inside scoop on this latest hour — which also included yet another death of a clone.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Here we are with the penultimate episode ofOrphan Black and you give us a big flashback download episode for Helena. Why do it and why do it here, so close to the end?

GRAEME MANSON: We really talked a lot about bringing the original twin clones back together — that’s Sarah and Helena — so the episode is really driving them back together after Mrs. S’s death, and this year we wanted to do these deeper episodes where we dive deep into the characters and maybe reveal something to the audience that they didn’t know about them. And we figured that Helena was the perfect one to really start to climax the whole series really, and to bring her closer to her sisters and to bring her a little closer to the Clone Club, who seem to love Helena so much.

JOHN FAWCETT: We’d always talked about Helena’s backstory and how she grew up with the nuns and how she was trained by the Proletheans to kill, and we always knew that if we were going to do flashbacks for Helena that those were the things that we really wanted to illustrate, and so it’s really exciting that we finally wound up with a Helena centric episode that we could do it in.

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request; Can you do one where Ashton is on tour and you’re married and have a 3 year old daughter (Bailey) and you have to take her to the emergency room and he’s freaking out and stuff? Thanks

KakaSaku Month Week 1 Fanfic Recs

Woo, it’s finally KakaSaku month~ I’ll be giving fanfic recs just like I did during KakaSaku week. There might be some overlap from then but I haven’t read many new KakaSaku fanfics in a while, so what can I do? lol I will be searching the kakasakumonth tag throughout the week to see if I find any new favorites however (might still add more to this list until week 1 is officially over :3). Let me know if any of your favorites are here! :3 

Mission Report

Mission Report # AF4927V by @eeearnest & @itslulu42 - Tsunade finds out through two mission reports that Sakura and Kakashi were very professional during Mission Fake Marriage. ;) 

Operation Ring Finger (One-Shot | Humor/Romance) by ArinaMaron (@arinamaron) - Rokukashi’s ANBU guards take their job very seriously. lol I found the mission report format very fun to read.

Myth or Fairytale AU

If You Believe In Magic (Multi-Chapter) by yunyu (@fineillsignup) - I found this gem yesterday as I was scrolling through the kakasakumonth tag on Tumblr so I saved it in my drafts and just finally got around to reading it today! I really love the amount of detail put into this fic and although it’s still ongoing, I needed to mention it here because I love it so much! hehe If you like Japanese mythology, be sure to check this one out!

Rough Seas (One-Shot | Adventure/Fantasy) by ElizaTellsTheStory (@elizatellsthestory) - I love Mereshark Kakashi so when I first saw this pop up on Tumblr, I just had to read it. hehe Bonus points for Pirate Sakura~ The writer also has this under the “He desperately wanted to breathe” prompt as well except it’s “[S]he desperately wanted to breathe” in this case. ;)

Sea Foam (Multi-Chapter | Romance/Drama) by moodiful819 - If I remember correctly, this was a fic I stumbled across thanks to Tumblr. :D I can’t remember if it was due to all the mermaid AU art going around at the time, but I’m glad I checked this out. hehe Sakura and Kakashi are so adorable in this fic… aaaand now I feel like rereading this.  

Storybook (One-Shot | Romance/Humor) by moodiful819 - Basically a Cinderella AU except Kakashi takes on the role of both the prince and Cinderella and Sakura is the exasperated fairy godmother. xD

Summer Rain

benediction (across your brow) by @mouseymightymarvellous - Sakura and Sasuke part ways with Sasuke totally shipping her with Kakashi. Enough said. ;)

Yukata or Kimono

House Calls by Spoiled Sweet (Multi-Chapter | Romance/Humor) - Chapter 7 immediately popped up in my mind when I saw this prompt. lol This fic in general has been one of my go-to rereads because it’s very relaxing and makes me happy. :3

You Fit Me Better Than My Favorite Sweater  |  Part I

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“I’m not late!”

Simon—A mess of heavy breathing and haphazardly tugged on clothing— slams down his satchel onto the table, a very subdued Izzy watching him with  a blasé upturn of the lips and  her chin cradled atop her palm. Not  so much as a flinch to indicate that she even noticed his antics. (Then again, if the same thing happens every morning—Simon supposes that one should become immune from the shock.)

“You know chico, the buss leaves the same time every morning and yet you’re still late every morning. Should I assume that you’re trying to tell me something? Like maybe you’re about  to drown in you’re serious lack of time management skills.”

Simon all but collapses into the seat besides her, readily accepting the spare coffee she tacitly  offers him without even bothering to look his way—Just like every morning. “You know Iz, our friendly neighborhood SpiderMan was once perpetually late to his own bus, and I think he’s doing just fine—I mean erm, deals with the devil incarnate and being cloned about a million times over—But all considered…He’s doing pretty good…”

“Hmm, so are you telling me instead that you’ve been bitten by some radioactive insect?” She interrogates with a playful craning of the brows.

“One, Not an insect. it was a spider…Hence Spiderman, and two, I would definitely tell you if a spider bit me…Considering that it’d be the most action I’ve gotten in weeks.”

Simon immediately regrets the joke once Izzy  gives him that one eyed squint that all the fucking Lightwoods seem to have mastered as a way to call someone out on their bullshit. “Well I  know for a fact that Karen Diaz is still completely smitten with you—you know if you ever gave her, or anyone for that matter, the time of day.”

Simon bristles. “And your point is?” He presses—Not seeing the actual correlation.

“Oh, nothing, just an observation,” her lips quirk up into a shit eating grin—And Simon knows that look—It’s the same look she gave him before telling Marcie Cartwright about his embarrassingly large  collection of comics because, “She’s not the right girl for you Si.” Or the time she forced him to kiss her full on the mouth in front  of the entire cafeteria sophomore year to prove that he really was more attracted by the idea of Isabell Lightwood, then her in all her raw glory. “I’d destroy you Lewis, you need someone soft and lovey-dovey.” (Basically it’s Izzy’s I’m gonna embarrass the fuck out of you so that you can realize something that is glaringly obvious if you weren’t so helplessly  inept look™.) “But now that I think of it,  I bet  your reticence towards any romantic endeavors   might be induced  by your  complete obsession  of a certain brother of mine?”

Simon’s blood runs cold—And honestly Izzy couldn’t even bother  giving Simon the decency of rubbing out the sleep in his eyes before she finds it fitting to mortify him. “Ah—I—I don’t even  know what your even talking about Iz—Have you gone insane since I last saw you yesterday? I mean do you have any brothers? I didn’t even notice that was a thing…Wow when’s class starting huh?“

“You’re a lying liar who lies!” She crows, emphatically waving her finger around his face. And well—Fuck Izzy Lightwood for Practically glowing with glee at his embarrassment.

But before Simon could even think of mustering a semi coherent retort, the shrill ringing of first period’s bell sings to him like a chorus of angels. “Oh thank God.” But Simon knows he’s not off the hook quite yet if the This is not over leer Izzy gives him indicates anything. (And honestly why did Simon have to go and surround himself with such an array of bad ass women who could eat him whole for breakfast.)

“Morning folks, and welcome to your last semester of senior year,” Luke claps everyone awake, greeting the class with his booming voice—A dopey grin lighting up his objectively handsome face—Just as it does every morning after he clicks off the line with his wife and Idris Institute’s art professor, Jocelyn Fray. It’s one of the many reasons why the entirety of the student body all but  gushes over their love sick tendencies—Simon excluded of course because they are basically his God parents, and ewwww. Simon does not need to imagine them murmuring sweet nothings to each other in the depths of the night—or especially not them doing  the nasty.

The class gives him half muddled greetings in return—Only and only because everyone and their grandmother loves Luke fucking Garroway, if it were any other professor Simon would pretty securely wager that the student body would remain the mindless zombies that all teenagers on the  precipice of adulthood are before they get their daily caffeine intake.

“Now I know that this is probably the time when you all check out—Most of you have gotten your college acceptance letters, or tickets to travel, or have secured a job,” he commences to stroll up and down the aisles of desks as he passes out a salmon toned rubric to everyone. “But allow me to remind  you that   this course can and will if need be, hold you back from graduating with your class. So I need you awake, attentive, and alert at all times for just a few more weeks. Does that sound fair?”

As if on queue, the door to the room swings open—A flurry of heart eyes, and raucous snickers tumbling across the threshold.

Magnus bane and Alec Lightwood are basically the epitome of what personifies that annoyingly perfect high school sweetheart trope that every lowly human craves to experience. Both unfairly good looking, both smart enough to have really intense arguments in the middle of lunch (Which Simon swears by his Seva’s grave is just a form of for play to them,) And both destined to win class cutest couple, get married, have a couple kids and own a vacation home in the South of France by the time their ten year high school anniversary comes around.

It’s kinda sickening if Simon is being honest—He’s definitely not resentful at how happy they look with a throbbing bruise already starting to purple on Alec’s neck, and Magnus’s ordinarily perfectly quaffed hair looking like a rabid beast had just ran it’s claws through it. Nope, definitely not resentful—Or envious—Or wishing he actually had a relationship himself to look that stupidly in love. (And  if Simon’s gaze subconsciously strays to the back of the room where one Jace Lightwood  makes it a  point to sequester off to every morning—Well Simon really can’t be held accountable for what his body does on instinct—Like how his heart may or  or may not  skip a beat when Jace’s fucking insanely beautiful  eyes glance up to meet Simon’s staring for or only a moment, or  how Simon’s palms become oddly clammy when he detects a distinctly Rosie hue touching the tops of Jace’s impossible cheekbones in response—Yeah, none of that is Simon’s fault, especially when taking into account how Jace looks like some sort of mother fucking amalgamation of James Dean and some etherial ass angel—Like the whole wings flapping, heavens shining type. (Golden aura and all.)

It’s really not fair.

Simon is only mildly aware of  Luke—With a fond sort of exasperation that tells Simon he’s still gonna vote for Magnus and Alec  for the superlative they so rightfully deserve—Tells them to take their seats. Simon only really tares away from the all too pleasant view of Jace when Izzy—With as much stealth as a pink elephant clambering through Time Square during rush hour—elbows him in the side, and god damn are those jujitsu classes really having an effect.

“Stop gawking at each other like nerds,” she mouths before settling back into her own seat.

Simon resents the idea that their at all nerds, (And besides nerds are totally back into the cute category in the mainstream.)  but nonetheless  he appreciates the fact that he wasn’t imagining how her brother  was holding Simon’s eyes with the same veracity. Even if that probably means little to nothing, While Simon was surely looking like a love sick pug, Jace probably just had on one of his patent “I’m gonna rip out your jugular with my teeth if you dare to talk to me,” looks, and Simon only didn’t notice because well—Jace is hotter than the actual fucking sun, with all his smoldering eyes, and rare smiles and impossibly soft looking hair that he always runs a hand through whenever he’s particularly focussed on a task or when he’s exasperated by one of his siblings antics.   Tie all that together with a body that’s all chorded muscle and bronze skin—and well, erm—Yeah—Jace is pretty fucking smoking if Simon has anything to say about it.

, Besides, Simon   has never been afraid of being burned just a little to get what he wants.)  

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Sick Day

A flufftastic Pietro x reader 417 words. I might start doing tags, so if you want to be tagged at the bottom on my fics, just let me know! Requests are open so feel free to shoot me one. Enjoy!

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Originally posted by robertsdowneystark


I sneezed and felt all the blood in my body rush to my head. “(Y/n) you are so obviously sick.” Pietro said sitting next to me on my bed. “I’m fine Piet. Besides I have to meet Steve to talk about the upcoming mission.” I responded reaching for a tissue from my nightstand. Pietro laid down beside me, the mattress absorbing his body.  "That can wait until tomorrow.“ He said grabbing the tissue box and placing it on my lap. "Thanks.” I mumbled, closing my eyes for a moment as I blew my nose. “Babe, I have to work today.” I said, “I absolutely cannot miss a day right now.” Pietro placed his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me back into my cushy bed. “You are going to get the entire tower sick if you leave this room.” he said.

“What about you Piet? You should go.” I said placing my hands on his back and pushing. A soft laugh escaped his lips. “I can’t get sick babe. I have super high metabolism.” I let my hands fall to my sides. “Still, you shouldn’t be here. You have stuff to do.” I sighed. “A very well constructed argument. ‘You have stuff to do.’” Pietro joked pulling the covers up to my stomach. “Give me a break. I’m sick.” I groaned, my eyes widening at what I just said. “AH HA!” Pietro shouted. “You admit it!” “Thats not what I meant.” I stuttered, but Pietro was on a roll. “I knew it! You can’t fool me.” I rolled my eyes and coughed into a tissue, waiting for him to stop. “You are going to stay in this bed until you are better and thats final.” He finished, his arms crossed in triumph. “I’m going to take a nap then get back to work.” I glared crossing my arms. Pietro glared back, his blue eyes piercing into mine, fighting me. “Whatever.” I sighed, letting him win. I would just sneak out later.

Pietro flashed me a huge grin and gently pushed my shoulders until I was laying back against the bed. I huffed and flipped onto my side to face away from him. I felt a cold draft of air as my blankets were lifted and Pietro slid his body next to mine. He curled his arms around my waist and burrowed his head into my pillow. “Just a little nap” I thought, as I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

lil-seeds  asked:

yo yo yo dysfunctional entp here. i've been in a weird, non-creative, funk for the past week or so, i believe largely due to some very well ignored and internalized negative feelings. what is the best way for me (or any Ne user really) to get back into the idea-generating, novelty, creative swing? (im a writer working on a second novel so the whole 'tired of a single project' thing isnt helping either) thanks hot hot hottie

(Gif: Claudia, Warehouse 13. ENTP.)

Uh, well first there’s this: i believe largely due to some very well ignored and internalized negative feelings.

Have you dealt with those yet? Because as a Fe, until you get them out of your head and into the world, you cannot move on and the intense internalization of something that NEEDS made public (Fe) is going to cramp your muse. So, expel those feelings. Share them with someone you trust. Shout them into the void. Express them. You will feel better.

As for getting your Ne-dom mojo back – it’s simple.

Ne needs external stimulation to work. It does not exist in a void. Your Ne bounces off objects, ideas, and stories in the external world. This is why you watch a television show – you get ideas. Better ideas than they used. Or you read a book – and you get more ideas. Or you listen to a song – and you get ideas. Or you talk to someone and… you get the idea, right?

Being in a non-creative funk for a Ne-dom means your creativity tank is drained. Why? Not enough external stimulation. Not enough new stuff to bounce off of. Not enough exposure to things related and unrelated to your current writing project. You need new material going in your head. Start reading someone else’s novels. Start up a television show you’ve never seen before on the side. Read someone who is FULL OF IDEAS, who makes YOU full of ideas, someone EXCITED about their ideas.

Here’s some personal writing advice from a fellow Ne-dom, who quite often experiences temporary creative slumps (since I pretty much work on a novel and/or writing project anywhere from 1 to 8 hours daily, about 10 months out of the year… yeah, I don’t “do” hobbies and I don’t “do” idle time… and it kind of sucks).

If you hit a creative slump, you have two choices:

- Take it back to where your creativity was flowing, and take the plot in a new direction (write a different ending to that scene, or cause something unexpected to happen that you did not see coming)

- Change the setting of the scene (it’s quite possible the setting is boring you; whenever that happens, I go, “What will my reader NOT expect? Okay, the last interrogation scene took place inside a dim cell in the Tower of London. What if THIS TIME Henry VII decides to interrogate someone above the Tower’s lion pit, and dangle him over the side?”)

Here is something vital to remember, as a Ne-dom: you figure it out too far in advance, you’ll get bored with your own ideas.

Every time I have lain out an entire book from start to finish, and drawn up lists of what happens in what chapter, the creative spark dies. I have now started keeping an abstract concept in my mind (this is vaguely where it’s headed / what the climax will be, and what I should introduce next) and then leaving myself questions when I stop writing for the day, to trigger ideas for the next day.

So instead of writing: Heledd meets Alfred on the road and they discuss X, I ask, What does Heledd see that makes her suspicious? How should I introduce doubt into Meg’s mind? What should happen with the ring I introduced in the last chapter? How can I make the big reveal more dramatic?

Leave lots and lots of room for improvisation, too. When I sat down to write the other night, I knew I had to take my heroine through her fears up a road lined with her enemies – people who months before had tried to hang her. So, I knew I had to deal with PTSD trauma. What I did NOT know is that superstition would surround a myth of faerie lights to accuse her brother of murder (the murder, I had planned) and that other people would turn up in support of her, and sing an old Welsh tale to calm her down. But that was nice.

Ne’s delight in the unexpected, in allowing ideas to flourish and spring forth with just enough forewarning to lace together into the rest of the story; you must leave room in your novels for this to happen.

(Gif: Jo March, Little Women. ENFP. My soul sister.)

I’ll be honest here, in the hope it’ll inspire you. I started in on a sequel right after finishing my last book. I was excited about it, I wrote about 20 thousand words, and then I had to stop and do some line editing on the original novel. When I went back to my sequel, my creative spark had DIED. I was distraught; where had all my excitement, enthusiasm, and ideas gone?? So I put that draft in a folder, and tried another. It went on for about 15 thousand words just fine, and then it DIED. More distress. More staring at a blank page. More clueless pondering. More angst. So I delved into it from yet ANOTHER angle. I changed all the POV’s. I tied it back into London in addition to Wales. I invented an entirely new subplot. I wrote about 20 thousand words.

And it DIED. I lost the spark.

I spent one day utterly frustrated, near tears, anxious that maybe I’ll never be able to write another book (low Si paranoia :P) … and I opened up my original draft, the one with 20 thousand words, and skim read the first four chapters… and then sat down and carried the story forward. I’ve kept bits and pieces from each draft, and a lot of that writing can go in this book; but my forward momentum is back. The original idea WAS INDEED the best, or at least, the one my Ne is most passionate about – but it had to explore other options first, before it could settle down to tell THIS story.

Okay, the last bit of advice – you can take it or leave it.

Many high Ne’s benefit from working on multiple projects at once. You should consider, yes, working on your book; and writing a short story or a fan fiction on the side in a totally different genre, to keep your mind active.

I, however, have never been able to do this without losing focus – so I am a “one project at a time” kind of girl, to the extent where if I have an amazing idea for a different book or character in the middle of working on THIS one, I write it down on a slip of paper, stick it in a jar, and forbid my mind from thinking about it further, in order to remain focused.

Finally, write yourself a quick deadline. Given the amount of time you have to spend on this novel, and what else you have to do which might detract from it, and how fast you can write, figure out a rough estimate of how long it will take you to write this book. I spent two years on the last one and it literally almost killed me and drove my family insane (though, technically, since it went through about 14 drafts / rewrites / completely changed focus 4 times, and started out as a novel covering 20 years, went to a novel covering a decade, and wound up being a novel covering 6 months… I was working on more than one novel). This is NOT GOOD for a Ne-dom. We like to see PROGRESS. We like to see a point in our future when we are FREE to pursue OTHER THINGS. So, give yourself six months to write a rough draft. Or four months. Something doable, that keeps you motivated, because:

When I get done with this, I can write something else!

You are verbose. You are creative. You are ideas-driven. And if you’re a Ne-dom, you can turn out an incredible amount of words in a very short time.

You can do this.

Hope that helps,

- ENFP Mod (who tomorrow goes back to writing her sequel, because she did NOT write fiction today and was so bored she could hardly stand it)

A Royal Commission (1)

yeah another new project! Courtesy of @fleetstreetfatality ft. tattooed boys again.

Prompto is Insomnia’s renowned tattoo artist and Noctis is about the get his first ink done!AU (yeah that’s a thing now)

The doors, tall dark glass with the shop’s logo emblazoned on them, were covered in chocobo doodles in white chalk. Prompto smiled brightly at the sight and laughed to himself as he turned his key, letting himself in. Sure enough Maddy was sitting in his chair, chalk dust on her fingers.

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School is much stress.

I want to sleep all day in bed

Is this a haiku?

Okay kiddos lonG TIME NO TALK. Today’s program include a basic guide to stress relief. Because I apparently can “manage stress well.” *laughs ironically* 

The Guide

*make routes based on different reasons for stress* (thanks, mysmes.)

Route I: I’M STRESSED CUZ I HAVE THINGS/STUDYING TO DO

Route II: I’M STRESSED CUZ  [insert event that already happened]

Route III: I’M STRESSED BECAUSE WELL IDK WHY I JUST AM, OKAY.

Choose your route and that’s gO

Route I

Time Effin’ Management & other Priorities you need to Straighten Out.

             Love, is this *really* the time you need to clean your room? Especially when you got that essay you have to do that is due the very next day?  No it isn’t. To prevent these accidents from happening, draft a list! It can be in order of due date/things you need to work on first. Make sure to write down how long it will probably take to do them! to-do list (my faves!): x  x  x  x  

Break that ‘ish Down Like A Karate Chop

        Maybe that big final is A! Week! Away! (well, crap) Okay divide the days. You have a week right? And that’s say you want to spend two hours each day on it. You have 14 units. Okay so that’s an hour a unit.  Zip through dem units, focus on things you don’t get. I have a tag for all the cram-exam tips you’ll ever need in your entire life yo. [ x ] Babe you got this !!!

I Don’t Get The Content!

        Darling, you need to chill.  Ask your teacher (f*ck ur pride. Now is not the time for them) Ask your friends (online friends!). Ask your parents. Google? Ask upperclassmen. Take notes. Textbooks! Sometimes you just need to step away a little. Busy yourself with something else! Look at it from a diff. perspective! Do anything to get the hang of it. Practice Problems?

Route II

    Is There A Way to Fix That?

         Okay you forget to turn in an assignment or got a really bad score on that test. Take a deep breath. It’s not the end of the world. This is where Late Policies comes in. It’s better to turn in an assignment late than none at all! Try to make up lost assignment with extra credit. Always double-check that you have your stuff with you!

What Did I Do Wrong?

       If it’s something you can’t change, find out what you did wrong. Put that in a list and when you are doing an assignment similar to it, make sure you don’t make the same mistakes again. Don’t get too upset over it! Instead put that (energy from crying) into studying harder for that next test. Life goes on, failure is temporary, success is permanent.

It’s a personal issue…

       *pats pats* there, there. Here is a Happy Guide. If you need me I’m always here okay feel free to rant. (it helps to talk to someone outside the situation) Might be best to take a Mental Health Day ? <3

 [ click read more to see Route III ]

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Damsel In Distress // Finn Balor

When people told me the draft would change my life, I never expected to believe them, it was just another scripted night for the big names to yet again make a name for themselves, whilst we were all grafting in NXT.


“…from NXT, Finn Balor!”


I looked across at Finn, who turned to look at me simultaneously. We hadn’t been together long, a mere six months, but the love I already had for him was indescribable.


A few of the guys bundled on top of him, screaming and shouting their congratulations. I stood back a little, not wanting to be caught up in their raucous, instead opting for the more peaceful approach of a quick hug. “I’m so proud of you,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him.


“It’s up to you now,” he whispered, sitting back down beside me, continuing to watch the names be called.


Name after name was called out,and unsurprisingly mine was not there, I never wanted to seem arrogant about the situation, but after Finn’s name was called I had the slightest bit of hope.


But it wasn’t.


Not even an hour after the broadcast finished, Finn was whisked off for his new job on the big stage, whilst I was left down in NXT to grind for myself.


Several nights were shared between the two of us, skyping and texting, making sure that the other was doing alright.

“I wish you were here,” he smiled one night into the screen, wiping underneath his left eye, scratching away at it. He didn’t think I could, but I heard him sniff back a tear or two. “I miss you so much Selena, those eyes, the nights I spent tracing your tattoos, your Mexican food, everything.”


After that night, everything seemed to change. Our talks were less frequent, he seemed so much more disorientated when I wanted to discuss my day, something I never expected from him.

“Ladies and gentleman, I’m pleased to announce that Selena Lopez is getting called up to the main roster.”

I smiled up at Triple H, finally hearing the news I’d been searching for since the draft last year.


The centre was filled with applause, I was finally getting the break I’d been pushing for. “Which brand will I be going to?” I questioned, watching him reach down into a box he was carrying.


“Welcome to team red.” I took a deep sigh of relief, taking the red printed shirt out of his hand, throwing it over my plain red vest.

He had no idea, I’d kept it quiet, just like how I remained to do with all my stories over the past few weeks when it came to trying to talk to Finn. The shake up was right around the corner, and I knew I wanted to make it special for Finn and I, try to reignite the spark that seemed to be slowly dying out in our relationship.

I’d snuck out with the help of Bayley beforehand so I had no chance of being spotted, knowing it would be the perfect chance to see him and reunite with him.

The show began, calling out several swaps and new additions throughout the evening, with all the talent gathered backstage to see where they would end up, of if they’d change at all.

“…And the newest addition to Raw, from NXT, Selena Lopez.”

I could hear my name be announced into the arena, feeling the goose bumps form all across my body, hopeful that Finn would feel the same.


Once the show was finished Bayley hurried me around to where Finn usually was so I could finally see him. We stopped just before we got there, as she gave me a quick push forwards so I could go round myself. “Thank you,” I smiled watching her walk off.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down the excitable smile that was ever growing with eagerness to see him. People probably thought I was crazy, I’d only been seeing Finn for six months, but as cliché as it sounded, it was truly different with him.


I turned around the corner only to see Finn stood laughing and joking with another woman, who looked slightly similar to myself. I stepped closer, getting a better glimpse to see Cathy hysterically laughing, falling back and hitting Finn’s bicep.

My stomach turned, things like this were something I always worried about with Finn, he was such a loveable character, we always ran the risk of him potentially finding someone better.

I cleared my throat taking the both by surprise, watching Cathy look past Finn’s shoulder, and him turn around. “Selena,” he quickly smiled, simply waving at me. No hug, no kiss, nothing. I gave him a disgruntled smile, looking at the back of his head as he turned to continue his discussion with Cathy.

I didn’t really know what else to say, I didn’t want to appear like a troublemaker on my first day, but Cathy didn’t seem too hasty to do anything about it either.
I span around, walking back around the corner, hearing him shout my name, but I shrugged it off, trying to seem stronger than I actually was, my heart breaking at how my dream debut suddenly didn’t feel like such a dream.

The only thought I carried with me for the rest of the evening was how much I wanted to go home, the press didn’t excitement, meeting all the new people was a bore, the evening just seemed wrong.

A couple of hours after, I finally got the chance to head back, calling the first taxi and riding it to the huge hotel, nothing like the sorts we used to stay in when with developmental.

Once in, I fell straight into bed, jamming my eyes shut tightly, wishing the day would just disappear. I kept repeating in my head the idea of what tonight was meant to be about, wishing I could go back and do it all again.

I didn’t know what time it was, but midway through the night I finally heard Finn walk into the hotel room, trying to be quiet, but failing as usual, shuffling into bed beside me.

He moved closer towards me, wrapping his arm loosely over my body. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, waking me up with a peppering of kisses along my neck. I sighed, fluttering my eyelids open, turning back to look at him. “I’m so happy you’re here, and I mean that, I don’t know why I felt the need to be so rude earlier.”

“It hurt more than you can ever imagine,” I told him, turning to look up at his sad eyes.

“I know, and I can’t apologise enough, Cathy was just feeling a bit down, you know what I’m like, I can’t leave a damsel in distress.” I softly smiled through my tired eyes, reaching down and holding his hand.

“You’re the sweetest soul in the whole world Balor, and that is why so many people adore you, only half as much as I do.” I felt him lean down, and kiss the top of my head, pulling me into his chest.

“You’re the best Selena, I love you,” he whispered, uttering those special three words for the first time in our relationship. I giggled, tightening my grip around him.

“I love you too,” I smiled, thankful for the dark room hiding my blush, as my eyelids shut again, much softer this time, imagining more of what the upcoming years on the road would be like together.