first book i finish this year

LOS SPOILERS

I mean, I just finished the book and I don’t know how I feel. I think I need therapy after this, specially if I’ll have to wait 2 GODDAMN YEARS to put my hands on QoAaD. 

HOWEVER

I’ve managed to put my thoughts in order because this book left me with so many questions and too little answers, and I need to share them with someone.

-First things first, I can’t be the only one that is sure that this boy Ash is the son of Sebastian and the Queen, AND the secret deadly weapon Sebastian left behind after his death. RIGHT???? And if I remember correctly, he seemed to be standing on a weapons room that had a symbol similar to the one of the Unseelie King. Maybe the Queen also thinks she should be queen of both realms and wants to put her son on the Unseelie throne? I know she promised the Shadowhunters to put Adaon on the throne, but she could very well do that and kill him five seconds after to put her own son instead, and still wouldn’t count as lying. 

-Second, now that Robert is dead, the deal he made with Emma and Julian about Emma’s exile is obviously cancelled. What the hell are they gonna do now about the parabatai curse? The only options I can find right now are a) Using the wicked solution that comes with the Black Volume and b) Summoning an angel. Cassandra hinted recently on her tumblr that angels might have a part to play in QoAaD. 

-I think Julian is gonna be totally insane after what happened to Livvy. Like, I think is gonna cross the line between morally ambiguous and pure psycho. I think he’s gonna blame himself and go paranoid about his other siblings and protecting what’s left of his family, and that can’t lead to anything good. 

-mY POOR TY OMG. I don’t know how he’s going to cope with this, my pure, beautiful child. On a side note, Kit and him are SO gay for each other. 

-I can’t be the only one who’s dying to know who Kit’s mom is, right? It seems to be something odd going on about that. Like when Hypathia (I think it was her) asks him who his mom is at the shadow market, he says he doesn’t know and she looks at him in surprise like she knew something he didn’t. Or when the Ridder tells him he knows him and asks him who he is. I have this theory that Kit’s mom was a shadowhunter that left him and his dad, or that maybe was killed or severely punished for being with a “mundane”, and that’s why Johnny  hated nefilim so bad. 

-And last but not least… AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT REALIZED THAT RAGNOR FELL IS ALIVE????????????? I mean, the strange warlock that was willing to help the nefilim children at the shadow market. The concealing of his appearance. The green skin. The “call me Shade, though that’s not my real last name”. The fact that he disappeared when he saw Magnus. The fact that Cassie said once that he is the only character she truly regrets having killed. HE IS RAGNOR FELL, RAGNOR FELL IS ALIVE, FIGHT ME. 

whovianerisa  asked:

Hello Mr gaiman. How old were you when you started writing stories ? I'm 14 and I try and try but they are all awful. I always give up in the middle and I can never finish what I wanted to write.

I know. I found a pile of papers of mine from my teen years and into my early twenties recently, and there were so many stories begun, so many first pages of novels never written. I’d start them, and then I’d give up because they weren’t as brilliant as Ursula K Le Guin, or Roger Zelazny, or Samuel R Delany, and anyway I wasn’t actually sure what happened next.

I was around 22 when I started finishing things. They weren’t actually very good, and they all sounded like other people, but the finishing was the important bit. I kept going. A dozen stories and a book, and then I sold one (it wasn’t very good, and I had to cut it from 8,000 words to 4,000 to sell it, but I sold it). I probably wrote another half-dozen stories over the next year, and sold three. But now they were starting to sound like me. 

Think of it this way: if you wanted to become a juggler, or a painter, you wouldn’t start jugggling, drop something and give up because you couldn’t juggle broken bottles like Penn Jillette, or start a few paintings then give up because the thing in your head was better than what your hands were getting onto the paper. You carry on. You learn. You drop things. You learn about form and shape and shade and colour and how to draw hands without the fingers looking like noodles. You finish things, learn from what you got right and what you got wrong, and then you do the next thing.


And one day you realise you got good. It takes as long as it takes. So keep writing. And all you need to do right now is try to finish things.

Brother’s Best Friend (M)

Jaehyun x Reader (feat. Johnny)

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: Smut, Slight angst

A/N: My first published smut ayy.. I was stuck on this for a while but last night lordt I just went on one and finished it at like 4am lmao… Ty to my FLOwer (@nctreacting) for helping me out with this 💕

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DISCLAIMER: this is gonna be a long post, I apologise in advance.

So yesterday this post came up on my fb timeline, written by someone who’s business is connecting grooms to riders in need. I thought I could move past it without saying something but I can’t.

I am a groom. I love my job. I also love my horses. I would give anything for them, they are my life. In my current job, when I was full time, I started work at 8am. We stopped for tea at 11am, lunch at 1pm and then we did evening yard chores at 3pm till finishing time which ranges from 5-6pm. I got a day and a half off work each week, getting paid more than minimum wage per hour and 6 weeks paid holidays. I was “on the books” aka I paid taxes on my wages, I was a “legal” worker. I’ve been in this job for 2 years and 2 months and I’m very happy.

In my very first job as a groom I was 18 - I had no idea really what to expect. My days started at 7:30am. I was allowed 10 minutes for breakfast once the 16 horses were all hayed, fed and mucked out by me. Then it was straight back to work till 6? 7? 8? 9? In the evening - I never knew when I’d finish up, it depended entirely on the whim of my rider. If he decided that he wanted to ride a horse at half 7 I had to be there to groom them, tack up, leg my rider up, put up jumps and then when he was finished and gone home I’d untack, wash off and feed everyone their dinner and then clean all the tack for the next morning before I could go inside for my own dinner. I was supposed to get 1 day off a week but that very rarely happened. If I wanted to take 2/3 days off to go home I’d have to work ¾ weeks in a row to “earn” those days off. Even then I would be bombarded with texts of “where is this” and “what does this one get fed” while I was away from work.

On show days I would get up at 3am and if I was very lucky I would be in bed by 11pm. But only if I worked my ass off and went without food for the entire day.

I was paid €200 a week regardless of how many hours I had worked.

I lasted 6 months in that job. I came away with depression and anxiety that I still suffer from. “But why didn’t you just leave?! How could anyone work in those conditions?! It’s not fair!” Because people like the person who wrote that fb post were telling me it was “normal”. You aren’t a “proper” groom if you complain, if you take days off, if you’re “watching the clock”. What fucking bullshit.

Are you telling me young grooms getting into the profession should be “happy” and “feel privileged” to work with these amazing animals when they’re getting no sleep, no free time to themselves, no holidays, terrible pay? “But they’re getting accommodation included!” Yeah I had accommodation included too - it had no heating, was overrun with mice and I had one plug in radiator to keep myself warm. But oh yes that definitely made up for my lack of wages.

So for anyone deciding whether or not they want to be a groom I have this advice for you.

Being a groom is like having any other job. You have the right to know your working hours, you have the right to days off and you have the goddamn right to AT LEAST minimum wage per hour. You are a human being, you are not a robot. It is not normal to be treated like dirt, it is not ok for you to feel abused or unappreciated, you are not something that can just be thrown away. Stand up for yourself. If your job isn’t up to scratch then leave, get the hell outta there because there are jobs out there like my current one where you will be a valued member of a team and you will still be able to live your life.

Horses are my everything - without them I don’t know who’d I’d be. But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy my days off when I get to relax and switch off. That doesn’t make me any less of a groom, it means I’m looking after both my physical and mental health. You can still be a great groom and be paid proper wages, you can still be a great groom and take days off, and you most definitely can be a great groom and know your working hours.

Let’s face it, we bookworms tend to put a lot of pressure on ourselves, when it comes to our reading, because we’re weird like that, but in a good way. And, the truth is that reading should always be fun. Guilt free. ALL THE FUN SO MUCH OF THE FUN BECAUSE WORDS ON PAGES *insert screech* You know what I’m talking about. So I thought that compiling a list of the reasons that bookworms feel guilty and why they should just stop would be a great idea

  1. Not reaching our Goodreads challenge/lowering our goal for the year

In the past few years, the Goodreads challenge has become a staple of measuring achievement when it comes to reading. It has become insanely popular and it’s honestly such a good tool to keep track of everything you’re reading. But it also adds an immense amount of pressure. I’ve been there. When December rolls around and you see that you’re to the Goodreads challenge what Pluto is to being a planet in the Solar System (a.k.a. not even close; also VIVA LA PLUTO because Pluto deserved better smh), the panic sets in. You’re left with two options: lowering your goal or not finishing the challenge. Both make you feel like crap. But honestly, life makes us feel like crap far too many times, thank you very much, so let’s not let reading add to the ever growing pile of crap, am I right?

There’s no reason to feel guilty. If you read one book that year, you’re still a bookworm and it’s still a HUGE achievement. It doesn’t matter if you didn’t reach your challenge. It’s just a stupid tracking tool on the internet, it’s not something to measure your worth as a reader or as a person. You’re still awesome, even if you read just a page. Even one page counts. We’re busy, school and work get in the way 99% of the times. Unexpected life events occur. Shit happens. It’s normal and it’s expected, because life is fun and all that jazz.

Also, may I suggest a great idea: set your goal to one book for the year. Boom! Pressure off. You’ll still be able to see what books you read, how many pages and all that jazz, with the bonus that you don’t feel like hyperventilating every time you open your Goodreads account

  2. Not finishing books (the dreaded DNF)

Let me tell you something right off the bat: life is too short to waste on books that you’re not enjoying. Yes, I know, if you’re like me, you die a little on the inside every time you are at that point where you want to scream at the book you’re reading: BUT WHY ARE YOU NOT GOOD WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME WHO DID I OFFEND IN A PREVIOUS LIFE FML FML. It’s a reality. But let’s face it: you’re not going to enjoy every single book you pick up. It’s just not written in the stars. Which is why it’s perfectly acceptable to just…stop reading it. Put it down. Hug a kitten. Contemplate the universe. Leave it be. Maybe pick it up at a later time, maybe not. But don’t feel guilty. You didn’t disappoint the book, yourself, the book gods or literature as a whole. It just wasn’t meant to be and you should never force yourself to read a book you’re not enjoying. In my case, every time I force myself to keep going with a book I’m not enjoying, I tent to end up in The-Thing-That-Should-Not-Be-Named a.k.a. the Book Slump™. Just…no.

  3. Not reading classics

80% of the classics I’ve read have bored me to tears. I mean. I want me some dragons, magic and lost princesses. There are no such things in most classics (a huge oversight on the part of the writers, but I’m not pointing fingers). I’ve stumbled upon some that I really enjoyed, but too few to really make me actively pursue reading classics. The trouble is that a lot of people cringe so badly when you tell them that you don’t read classics.

“So yeah, I don’t really read or like classics”
“OMG HOW DARE YOU I AM OFFENDED”
“Um, I just..don’t really enjoy them/relate to the stories/want to live while I’m reading them”
“BLASPHEMY. SACRILEGE. BEGONE HEATHEN. SHAAAAME”

Whenever people react like this, it puts me off reading classics even more, because I hate judgy people. But I digress. My point is, the amount of classics that you read or don’t read doesn’t indicate how “good” of a reader you are (fyi, there are no good or bad readers imo). It’s just indicative of the genres you enjoy reading. That is all. People who read classics aren’t THE BEST BOOKWORMS™. They’re just people. Like you.

  4. Rereading books

I will shout this from the rooftops: I LOVE REREADING BOOKS. It’s something so refreshing and comfortable to go back to a book universe you fell in love with. To revisit favourite characters and go on adventures with them again. I reread at least a few books every year. Last year, I actively tried to reread at least one book each month. It was so much fun!

Rereading books can get you out of The Slump™. Rereading books is an excellent alternative for when you can’t afford to buy new books because stupid life costs money booooo. Rereading can be so insightful, because you notice so many things you missed on your first (or second, or third or…you get my drift) read. Rereading can be a whole new experience years after reading that book for the first time. Rereading a certain book can be the best for you at a certain time, because everything is familiar and safe. Rereading is absolutely no reason to feel guilty – people usually say they’re wasting time when they’re rereading (um, no), missing out on new releases (they’ll still be there a week later when you finish rereading your favourite book thank you very much), they fear not liking it as much the second time around (fine, I’ll give you this, it’s a possibility, BUT I ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE). Long story short: reread more books 2k17.

  5. Neglecting books because life

We’re bookworms, yes. But we’re also People Who Need To Live and Function in Society. What does this mean? That we sometimes don’t have that much time to read (I know, it’s just so rude). Days may pass when we don’t read at all. Weeks. Sometimes months. Years? (all my college years were spent reading almost academic books exclusively; it was a dark time in my life). But that’s okay. There’s no reason to feel guilty for doing our best to live out lives. Doing that sometimes implies giving up certain things, because we simply don’t have the time or energy to do them. That doesn’t make us bad people or bad readers. Your books will still be waiting for you when you have the time to devote them your full attention. Books don’t judge.

Surprisingly or not, this is just part one. I have many feelings about this particular topic, because I really really want people to read books guilt free. And live the bookworm life to the fullest

I’d love to hear your thoughts on these points. And if there was ever a time you felt guilty for something book related

Happy reading, bookish people <3

Mary

anonymous asked:

hi! uh so I kind of want to read some historical romances but I have NO idea where to start, so could you recommend me some of your favorites?

Well hello friend you made my day with this, 

and you also made my romance co-blogger bestie @cammiemorgan​ happy with this because to say that Eri and I love historical romance would be an understatement but 

ANYWAY, here’s a list (in no particular order because I don’t rate my faves it’s too hard) (links in bold):

1. Sarah MacLean

  • Nine Rules to Break While Romancing a Rake (Love by Numbers #1) - this is my first MacLean book and I love it so much because Callie is so relatable I love her. also, the whole story is so much fun because Callie’s like fuck the society and starts masquerading as a man and do fun stuff like going to gentlemen’s clubs and fencing


2. Tessa Dare

  • Any Duchess Will Do (Spindle Cove #4) - hero duke with a meddling mother who’d love nothing but to see him settled down, issues a challenge: if ma manages to turn heroine barmaid into proper duchess material, he’d marry. MY FAVE. actually the whole series is one of my faves but THIS BOOK. MY BABY PAULINE TOO PRECIOUS FOR THIS WORLD, TOO PURE. ONLY WANTS TO OPEN A LIBRARY. also kinky sex. I just have to put it in there.
  • When a Scot Ties the Knot (Castles Ever After #3) - oh MY GOOOOOD IMAGINE WRITING IMAGINARY LOVE LETTERS TO YOUR IMAGINARY LOVER WHO WAS AT WAR TO PUT YOUR MEDDLING FAMILY AT BAY WITH THE MARRIAGE TALK, KILL OFF SAID IMAGINARY LOVER, AND YEARS LATER HAVING HIM APPEARING ON YOUR DOORSTEP DEMANDING YOUR PROMISES I WOULD DI-


3. Julia Quinn

  • Because of Miss Bridgerton (Rokesbys #1) - prequel to the Bridgerton series. longtime childhood friends/nemeses/neighbours suddenly having not-so-nemeses-y feelings for each other. much fun. also the second book is coming out soon so GET ON THIS ONE


4. Lisa Kleypas

  • Devil in Winter (Wallflowers #3) - The Wallflowers series is my first LK and I love them so much I’d still rec the whole series but THIS ONE IS MY ULTIMATE FAVOURITE (it needs all caps I’m not sorry). READ IT FOR SEBASTIAN ST VINCENT THE NOTORIOUS RAKE AND EVIE JENNER THE SHY WALLFLOWER WHO BROUGHT HIM TO HIS KNEES (in both ways)
  • Devil in Spring (The Ravenels #3) - newly released. it’s about Sebastian and Evie’s son Gabriel, the new Lord St Vincent who’s got the best of both worlds: his father’s looks and his mother’s temperament, and basically just wonderful. and Pandora Ravenel is not your typical hist-rom heroine. 


4. Courtney Milan

READ HER ENTIRE WORK. GO FOR IT. NO QUESTIONS-

but if you want some place to start then Unraveled (Turner #3) is my ultimate favourite, I say this very calmly. and I can’t pick my fav among the Brothers Sinister series because they’re all my children I love them equally-


Eri also would like to mention Bitter Spirits by Jen Bennett which is set in the 20s San Francisco, and Wicked Intentions by Elizabeth Hoyt for the dirty smut lmao


we didn’t go overboard at all with this, did we, Eri

little miss sweet dreams

[archie andrews x reader] [hints of jason blossom x reader]

author’s note: when the inspiration hits you, it feels like a freight train. but in a fit of irony, it’s not painful. it’s actually quite fulfilling. hope you like this!

word count: 12,061 (yes. i know.)

here’s the song i used for inspo. it’s my favorite song in general atm: x

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Note: so I found half of this already written on my phone from like 2 months ago, so I decided to finish it. I know it’s not the jeep smut, but that should be out tomorrow. Also, I’m posting this from my phone, so sorry if the layout or anything is strange 😄

“God, how did you manage to do this every night?” Shawn huffs as he flops onto the sofa beside me. Groaning, he stretches out his long ass body so he’s all up in my personal space; his legs draped over mine as his arm snakes around my shoulder, allowing him to play with the wisps of hair that didn’t make it into my makeshift ponytail.

“They’re not normally this bad.” I said in defence of Andy and Alice, who admittedly did seem very hyper tonight. But who could blame them, this was the first time they’ve seen their Dad in three months. That’s a long time for a seven and three year old.

I was so, so close to finishing my book I had been reading for the past couple of weeks when there was a slight tug on my hair. I let out a accidentally loud huff which make Shawn chuckle. I knew Shawn wasn’t going to stop until I payed him the attention he wanted. And, although I complain about it, I really did miss his annoying presence these past few months he’d be gone.

Rolling my eyes, I marked my page before dropping it in my lap before turning to the man-child in question. Suddenly it became really hard to stay annoyed at him; he just looked so soft in his red check flannel, and already messy hair, and with his head resting in the crook of his arm, a small grin playing on his lips as he stared up at me with sleepy, dreamy eyes.

“What?” I asked, confused as to why he was staring at me like a lost puppy.

He didn’t say anything, instead just patted his knee in a silent command. Placing the book on the coffee table, I crawled onto Shawn lap. A rush of warmth ran through me as he grabbed my waist, instinctively pulling me as close as our slightly awkward poison would allow. It felt great to finally be with just my husband after so long apart. No tour team dragging him away, no children running around and taking up our time.

“I missed you.” Shawn all but whispered, his nose buried into my hair.

And I could tell those words had more than one meaning. His hands slowly trailed down my body before slipping under the hem of my shirt. I let lose a small gasp as the cold metal of his wedding ring came into contact with my already burning skin, a small reminder he was mine forever. And for some reason that made me smile even more.

Meanwhile, his lips began their torturous job, leaving a litter of hot little kisses all the way down to the soft spot behind my ear before stopping. I squirmed at his warm breath on my skin, and I knew tell he was wearing that stupid smirk he always wore while teasing me.

“I missed you too.” I managed under my breath, just as his hungry mouth captured mine, our coming together lazily. After skipping out on shaving for a few days, there was a layer of scruff rubbing against my soft cheek, almost like I was kissing a carpet, but he was the best damn carpet ever.

Teasingly, I ran my hands up his chest and leisurely began undoing his shirt, popping each button one at a time. Shawn groaned in frustration, mumbling about picking up the pace, but that just made made me move even slower.

Soon enough I reached the last button, sliding the shirt of only to be met with the bare skin of his toned chest. His smirk broke out kiss as he caught my hands feeling their way around his newly tightened muscles.

“You’ve been working out again?” I asked breathlessly and lifted my arms, making it easier for him to take off my thin jumper. He rolled his eyes at the black tank top I wore underneath.

“Mhm. Got to keep looking good for you.” Shawn replied with a wink. Not bothering with the tank top, he dove straight to my chest, planting more heated kisses along my already burning skin. A particularly loud gasp escaped me as he began sucking the sensation skin above my breast, the mixture of his rough stubble and soft lips sending pleasure shooting through my body.

My fingers laced in his hair as he began venturing lower, tugging the neckline of my shirt down to expose more skin.

“Daddy? Why are you hurting Mommy?” We both froze.

Over Shawn shoulder, I saw the shadow of a small figure. It stepped out of the dimly lit hallway into the living room, reviling a very sleepy Alice. Her eyes were half closed, her pink and purple poka dotted ‘blinkie’ in one hand with its tiny thumb shoved in her mouth while she dragged her stuffed baby elephant by its ear in the other.

“What are you doing up Baby?” My voice automatically became softer as I scrambled to untangle myself from Shawn. Readjusting my top, I quickly pulled my jumper back on before walking over to the little girl and scooping her up in my arms.

“We didn’t read together.” She tell me sadly, her bottom lip sticking out in a small pout as her head rested on my shoulder, messy brown curls similar to Shawn’s tickled my cheek.

“I thought Daddy read with you tonight?”

She nodded her head, “But I can’t sleep unless you read to me.”

Sighing, I knew there was no point in trying to argue with her, “Okay, but only a short one. It’s already really late and you need to sleep.”

Alice nodded again, this time a small smile playing on her lips. She mumbled a muffled goodnight to Shawn, who stood up to give her a kiss on on the forehead.

“And you should be off the bed too.”’ I teased him, although we both knew we would be sleeping anytime soon.

Shooting him a shocked look, he chuckled under his breath as his hand came down on my backside, giving it a light smack. He didn’t say anything, just winked and pressed a quick peck to my lips before disappearing into the kitchen.

That man had some nerves, I swear to God.

“Why does Daddy keep hurting you?” Alice asked once we entered her room.

“He isn’t hurting me Baby.” I tried to explain as I laid her down on the Star Wars covered bed. Waking over to the bookcase across the room, I picked up the shortest book I could find.

“But he was biting you and hitting you.”

“That’s just how Mommy’s and Daddy'a play sometimes.” Alice looked at me like a confused puppy, probably wondering why Mommy’s and Daddy’s were allowed to ‘play’ like that when I tell her and Andy for hitting each other, “But you shouldn’t play like that.”

“Oh, okay. Mommys and Daddys are weird.” Is all she said as she snuggles down into the warmth of her bed, leaving just enough space for me to join her.

“Yeah, well, you’re weird too.” Poking my tongue out, her high-pitched giggles filled the room as I flicked to the first page.

hexcoderose  asked:

(First of all, I picked up my first book of yours- Alanna the First Adventure- when I was eight years old and I've barely put them down since. Thank you so much.) Now to the question: do you have a favourite villain that you've ever written? Someone who was so fun it almost felt like a shame to finish their story?

I’ve written so many good ones…. In terms of who I’ve written the most about, it’d be Ozorne. Although there’s always Roger, the high school boyfriend I killed twice. And then there’s Ben from Cold Fire, who for sheer creepiness still makes my skin crawl.

please read and pass along so queen Vic sees it and comments on it/ reblogs (part one)

okay y'all. im goons try to keep this short. over a year ago, i began reading red queen. it was by far one of the best days of my life. im writing this for three reasons. one, i want queen v to see it and know just how much she means to me. two, today i got scared. i got really scared that one day red queen will no longer make me feel the intense love i feel now. three, i had this dream that i was a number one nyt bestselling author and me and queen vic went to go have lunch. queen vic if you read this hmu. i know some pretty gucci restaurants in ri. haha. 😂 okay so back to the beginning of the story, i was walking around bn before gs came out and i saw this book … with the most gorgeous cover i have ever seen. and then i read the back. i instantly connected with this book. i loved it so so much and i hadn’t even read it yet. my depression and anxiety were so bad at this point and i had already started cutting. so then i started reading this book, it was AMAZING. i just felt this connection with mare, as if she were real and i could just talk to her. and i felt so … not alone for the first time in a long time. it was this unimaginable love. it made my heart hurt in the best way possible. glass sword came out by the time i finished reading it. i was so so in love. ask anyone, there is not a day have gone without having a conniption at least one since i started reading it. so the next year was really hard. the arrival of kc kept me going. during that year, I MET VICTORIA AVEYARD in east long meadow at kidly winks in June of 2016. IT WAS LITERALLY THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE. it was the most personal thing to me so im not gonna describe what happened other than HOLY SHIT. I WAS ON CLOUD NINE ☁️ FOR WEEKS. she was just so amazing. idek what to say. after we left the store, I cried. and honestly i miss her sm. i gave her a million hugs and was honestly an awkward but. i hope she didn’t judge too much. it was great. we hugged, complemented each other, our moms talked to each other. I STILL can’t get over it, but quite a while after that, things got so bad that i couldn’t function anymore. i was NEVER happy. i hid my rq books because i didn’t want to see them and have them lose their meaning in this dark time. so, then i was admitted to bradley, a children’s psychiatric hospital, an intensive outpatient program. the first day i was there i was determined to die. i said i would kill myself before kc because i waited so long and came so far, i just had to make it until then, right? wrong. so while i was in Bradley, i was happy for the first time in a while, but not until kc came out. everyone there, even my psychiatrist said it helped immensely with my recovery. everyone told me i look so much happier. even in that hellhole they call school. my mom said that i was the happiest she had seen me in a long time. my best friend the hope, the sparkle in my eyes was back. it made me realize how much i love some of the things in this world. when i left Bradley, everyone said i was the red queen and positive messages about how strong i was like mare. I still carry those letters around because there still are low points. they never just go away. but now there’s a difference. im happy. i have hope. for that, i am immensely grateful. i love you so so much queen vic. and let me just say, i absolutely support the end of kc. of course im sad, but i understand that as an author sometimes ya gotta do whatcha gotta do. and just like kc gave me hope in my life, i have hope and faith in queen vic and what you do with rq4. stop hating on her y'all. again, i just want to say thank you and *anxiety takes over* please don’t think im crazy. (Btw just thought of this, im gonna post some pics right after bc idk how to put them in here) i just want you to know this because you deserve to and honestly, it was helpful for me to put it all down and not try to cram it into you’re ask box in a few asks as possible. again, thanks and love you. ❤️ @vaveyard

~iliana🌹

“Aim for the unstoppable future and embrace the unyielding wish.”

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Goodness this one took me a while to finish. I blame Clamp and their capes and shoulder armor. But I really enjoyed watching Magic Knight Rayearth for the first time! I read the original 3 volumes of the manga YEARS ago and I remember I loved them so much I was disappointed they were only 3 books. But I never got around to reading the sequel series or watching the anime. I really enjoyed it and I’m glad I included it in my list of magical girl series to research. It’s a bit different from most in the genre but it’s a great magic girl series. Strong girls, friends supporting each other, swords and mech suits?? The second series will be the next piece in the series and I am still getting through it but I’m almost finished watching it. Wedding Peach is up next!

I also have a part of my magical girl series that I think is very similar to the setting of this series, but it doesn’t relate exactly to my main team of girls. You’ll just have to wait and see! :D

On 30th November 2016, I finished The Shepherd’s Crown.

And just like that, I was done. I’d been marathoning Discworld since late 2015, and in an evening, it was over. It was a bittersweet moment. I had spent almost a year reading books I adored, and that was a truly wonderful experience. A Discworld marathon was something I’d wanted to do ever since I was first introduced to the series at age nine. But now there was no more Discworld, and there would never be more Discworld. I didn’t expect to cry, but I did. Certain… events of the book certainly exacerbated that.

It wasn’t one of Terry’s best works, that’s for sure. But it was such a fitting novel to end on, and I think Geoffrey may be one of my favourite characters. Right to the end, Terry’s writing was masterful.

If you were to ask me why the Discworld novels mean so much to me, I would struggle to give a definitive answer. The fact that they are so funny, but always with a poignant meaning is a large part of it. The fact that there is such a true reflection of our world in that strange, flat, fantasy one, is another. The characters, of course, who are so well-rounded that they feel like real people, are yet another. But to be honest, the reason is that it is Terry’s writing, and Terry’s writing is truly special. This embroidery is a show of my appreciation for that.

Thank you, Terry Pratchett, and GNU.

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books in 2017 1?beautiful creatures

“Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such  b e a u t i f u l   c r e a t u r e s.

18 Year Old Costume Designer Brings Disney Dresses To Life

Angela started sewing when she was just 14

Angela Clayton is a young and talented costume designer from Long Island, New York. The 18-year-old pursued her dream of costume design and she has already created several stunning Disney and medieval dresses. Clayton first turned to costume design three years ago when she was involved in cosplay and would frequently make her own outfits.

These days Clayton is seen to be at work on her latest masterpiece, which started in January but will end soon, according to her. She attends less cosplay functions and has diverted most of her energy into sewing original designs. Her dresses require at most 250 hours of handwork and she has even worked with 11 meters of fabric to bring one of her designs to life.

The young costume artist is sure that she wants to spend her career designing dresses for the runway and the set. In a recent interview she told, “I hope that there is a future career that I will get out of it. I love making costumes and I love bringing ideas to life. If I could do that for fashion, especially for theater or film, that would be awesome…I would rather go straight into that if I can instead of spending four years at school.”

Her knack for stitching together a dress plucked straight from the pages of a fairy tale or history book started when she was 14 years old and couldn’t afford to buy costumes online. Her solution was ingenious - she would make her own costumes. Her closet now holds famous dresses from fairytales such as Brave, Frozen, Cinderella as well gowns from the medieval period.

“The first thing I really finished was a school uniform from an anime show when I was 14. It took me about two months”

“I was into cosplay, making costumes or wearing costumes to conventions, and I couldn’t afford the costumes that were available online”

“I was like, ‘Oh, I’ll make mine! That will be great and easy!’ It really wasn’t but I really enjoyed it”

“I have one that I’ve been working on since January and I’m still not done with it, but I hopefully will be finishing it soon”

“I continued making the costumes because I enjoyed the sewing aspect of it”

“I decided to just give myself more freedom for focusing on historical projects and original design”

“If you practice, you can definitely do it. It might take you a while”

“It comes naturally to some people but it is definitely something you can learn how to do

“I really enjoy doing it. I love making costumes and I love bringing ideas to life”

Many Burgers, Many Days - Jughead Jones Imagine

REQUESTED: No, but I already did an Archie imagine so I wanted to do one for Jughead!

WARNINGS: Sarcasm. And puns. (Also some swearing.)

SUMMARY: A story of yours and Jug’s relationship over the summer.

NOTES: So, Episode 3 of Riverdale happened. Yep. (Please can Grundy just get out :////)

Also, I’m getting closer and closer to performance night for my school musical, so updates may be few and far between.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this one! 

Originally posted by mieczyslwstilinski

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Draco knew it.

He first knew it when Potter was sitting with him during Potions in their eighth year. He could smell him, he could see the way his hands shook whenever he would work on a potions lab.

Seeing Harry Potter in all of his magical glory was really what helped Draco realize it.

“Draco,” Potter grinned one morning as soon as Draco sat next to him in Potions, “goodmorning.”

This confused Draco to no end. First off, since when were they on a first-name-basis? Secondly, he couldn’t understand how it could possibly be a goodmorning for him, considering he had to sit next to Potter and listen to his nonsense for an hour.

The portrait of his godfather explained the potion they would be brewing today, Pepper-Up Potion. Draco quickly sent Potter off to retrieve the ingredients from the cupboard at the back of the room, while he prepared the cauldron and the tools they would be using.

It was common knowledge that Harry Potter was not an excelling student in Potions, but Draco couldn’t understand why it took him five minutes to fetch the ingredients. He impatiently strolled to the cupboard to see what was holding him up.

As soon as he entered the cramped cupboard, he ran into the back of the one-and-only Harry Potter. He was having a hushed conversation with Theodore Nott. Once his presence was known, the talking ceased, and Potter grinned at him.

“Why, Draco,” he began, “fancy seeing you here.”

“Yes, fancy seeing me in my own class,” Draco rolled his eyes, “I came here to fetch the ingredients that you obviously couldn’t.”

He began to collect what he needed, only to notice that Nott had left. He required the “eyelashes of Hippogriff” which was on the highest shelf. Draco wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he wasn’t particularly tall. He strained his one hand up, only to feel the pressure of hands lifting him up.

This was not a position Draco Malfoy wanted to be in, at the time, but he took the opportunity and grabbed the jar anyway.

Once he was on his feet again, he nodded at Potter who had rosy-tint to his cheeks, but was smiling nonetheless. Leaving the cupboard, he tried not to look baffled even as everyone (including Dumbledore who “coincidentally” entered Snape’s portrait at the time) looked at the duo as if expecting something.

As they arrived at their seats, Draco watched as Harry began chopping up a basil leaf. He saw his hair sticking to his face from the heat of the cauldron, and his glasses fogging up. Oh, Merlin. Draco knew it then.

>>

Once he knew, he figured that the whole school was most likely in on the secret. Except for, newly-appointed, Headmaster McGonagall, actually. He figured this when he was inside of her office (which still smelled like Dumbledore, for the record).

“No, Mr. Malfoy. I will not change your rooming arrangements. We must enforce house-unity, and what better way to get through to the younger wizards than to place the eighth years in mixed-house dorms?”

Draco though of several different methods, perhaps even eliminating houses all together. He knew to keep his mouth closed, though, because the look in the woman’s eyes showed that she would not be convinced otherwise.

The wrinkles surrounding her eyes also showed that she was way past her expiration date, and he constantly wondered how she managed to avoid death. If I was death, Draco thought, I wouldn’t mess with Minerva McGonagall, either.

“I understand that, Headmaster, but Weasley constantly sneaks into the room in the middle of the night, no doubt from Granger’s room.” They ignored the chuckle Dumbledore let out from his portrait above them.

“I don’t see how a room-change will prevent that from happening.” She sighed these words out.

“It doesn’t matter to me if it stops, I just don’t want to deal with it.”

“Mr. Malfoy, I can’t ju-”

“No, no, I think the boy is right,” Dumbledore spoke gruffly from his portrait. You could hear the smile in his voice, “Perhaps, we should switch Mr. Weasley with Mr. Potter?”

Draco Malfoy couldn’t deny that he liked where this was going. What he didn’t understand was how Dumbledore caught on to his feelings for the messy-haired boy so quickly. Draco made a decision to hide his feelings better, because if old men in portraits could figure them out, he was sure Potter could.

“Now, why would we do that, Dumbledore?”

Minerva McGonagall was practically competing with Harry Potter to win the title of ‘Most Oblivious Person in Hogwarts’.

The sound of Dumbledore sighing was heard in the room, and Draco couldn’t help but agree with the man.

“Well, I’ll be going now. Perhaps I could get a few hours of sleep before Weasley comes into our room, only to leave again with Granger.” Draco spoke as he rose from his seat to leave the room.

With McGonagall’s complete lack of knowledge towards Draco Malfoy’s feelings for Potter, he assumed that maybe the school didn’t know. Maybe it was only Dumbledore. That thought alone made him feel a bit at ease.

>>

Until the next day.

He was strolling down to the Great Hall that morning, only to be yanked into a corridor. Pansy Parkinson and Hermione Granger looked at him expectantly, as though he was the one that pulled them into a corridor.

“What?” He questioned impatiently. If their little chat was going to happen at this rate, he would miss the fried tomatoes.

“We think that you should stop acting oblivious, and just be with Harry.” Granger rushed out as Pansy nodded alongside her.

“I’m the oblivious one?” Draco said incredulously.

“Oh, you have to forgive Harry,” Granger waved his comment off with a flick of her hand, “he doesn’t get things sometimes.”

“I’ll have you know, I am completely fine with pining after Potter. Leave me alone.” These were words that Draco never thought he would ever say in his life. His father was writhing in his grave.

Draco now figured that, yeah, the whole school was probably aware of his problem. You would think that maybe someone would actually help him solve it, but he continued to talk to Parkinson and Granger about how this was all his fault for not taking action and winning Harry over.

The thing is, Draco isn’t a man of action.

>>

So people knew, that is, except for Potter (and maybe McGonagall, as she tended to watch them closely nowadays, as though they would break out into a fight at any moment). Which was quite a nuisance really, because now here he was in the library. The Boy Who Lived was his only companion, completing a Transfiguration Essay, and he was burning with want.

Over the past few weeks, Potter had weaseled (no pun intended) into Draco’s everyday life. They played chess, went to Hogsmeade, and ate together. Draco was in no position to complain, but everyday he found that he craved Potter more and more.

The library was silent, except for the quiet sound of Dumbledore trying to make his breathing inconspicuous. All he smelled was musty, magical books and the boy next to him. He seriously wondered how a boy capable of defeating the most powerful dark wizard in the world could be so absolutely oblivious.

Now, for the record, Draco Malfoy was not an observant person, himself. He had only realized his true feelings for the Golden Boy a few weeks ago. Whereas, the majority of the school population had figured it out during their sixth year (according to Seamus Finnigan who explained that he and Nott have a bet going on how long it will take for Draco to cave into Harry. The bet has been running for over two years.). Draco didn’t understand how he could have gone for so long without thinking about Potter that way.

Harry Potter, however, was a different level of obliviousness than Draco had ever had the displeasure of encountering in his life. It was a wonder that the boy realized there was a nose-less man after him in the first place.

“What are you reading?” Potter turned to him and pushed his glasses up.

Draco simply turned his book to show Potter the cover.

“You know, you don’t have to stay with me while I finish my essay.” Potter smiled at him.

“Well, I can’t leave you alone, now can I?” Draco rolled his eyes.

“You could.”

“Don’t be daft.”

Potter casually toyed with a piece of Draco’s hair, and even though his face was set in a frown, it secretly drove him mad.

He and Potter continued to share light conversation. They covered news concerning Quidditch, their N.E.W.T.s, and the other eighth years. Draco found talking with Potter was quite easy. Their conversations drove late into the night, and Draco was still not fulfilled. Eventually, Harry decided he ought to complete his essay, and Draco finish his book.

Draco had yet to figure out what got him in this dilemma. He had half-a-mind to pin it on McGonagall and her attempts at enforcing “house unity” between the eighth years. If he had stayed with his fellow Slytherins in their chambers, he would have never noticed the way Potter’s hair flopped into his eyes. He would’ve been too busy restoring the Malfoy name to care about Potter’s matured voice. He definitely wouldn’t have noticed the way the boy’s eyes gleamed with determination as tried to complete a potion. He would’ve never realized what he’d known all along. Damn it, Minerva.

As Draco pondered over the absurdity of his situation, a light snoring from his side shook him out of his thoughts. Potter had fallen asleep on his parchment and the ink on his quill was beginning to drip. He looked so vulnerable and delicate lying there. The light pink of his cheeks, accompanied by the gentle rise-and-fall of his lungs shook something inside of Draco.

Draco thought quick about what one of Potter’s friends would do. Making a natural decision, he gently shook Potter’s sleeping form.

“Potter,” his shaking only resulted in Potter crinkling his nose and then recommencing his snoring, “wake up.”

Draco sighed and felt a bit bad for trying to awaken the boy. He had been working so hard recently. It was no surprise he was exhausted. So, Draco carefully scooped the boy up in his arms. Throughout the past year, Draco had grown slightly taller than Potter, whilst keeping his lanky form. He silently enchanted their equipment to follow them as he begun to walk to the Eighth Year Common Room. There weren’t a large amount of returners, and they couldn’t simply sleep with the underclassmen. McGonagall decided to place them all in the same quarters. This was also another attempt to promote the idea of house-unity to the younger wizards.

Draco tried to walk without running into any bumps. He narrowly avoided any disruptions that may wake Potter from his slumber. He would occasionally check to see if their possessed possessions were still trailing behind him.

Upon reaching the portrait of Sir William Arthur that hid their common room, Draco quickly mumbled the password. He tried to act as though he didn’t see the knowing look the man gave him as he entered.

Potter’s room assignment had been with Blaise Zabini, some Hufflepuff boy, and Neville Longbottom. Draco was sure they were asleep, but had no problem waking them up.

He knocked at their dormitory door, until a very frazzled-looking Blaise Zabini opened the door.

“I believe this belongs in your room.” Draco said gesturing to the boy in his arms.

Zabini rolled his eyes and moved to let Draco enter the room. It smelled like pine and there was only one untouched bed in the corner. He carefully set Potter on the bed, perhaps standing to look at him a bit too long.

“Goodnight.”

He was met with a grunt from Zabini as the door shut behind him. Draco found his way back to his room with the Weasel, Finnigan, and Nott. There wasn’t even a shift in the room when he entered. Draco laid in his bed and thought about what mode of action he should take.

However, Draco wasn’t a man of action.

He knew this, and he doubted he ever would be. He fell asleep that night already accepting his Potterless future.

>>

The next morning, he went down to the Great Hall only to notice Potter. He only ever thought of Potter these days. Today was the day that the ceiling had begun to snow and everyone was planning their plans for the break. Potter, however, sat and ate his fried tomatoes glumly. Draco didn’t understand why though, it was no secret that the boy would typically accompany the Weasel to his Weasel home.

He decided to take a seat next to the gloomy boy.

“It’s a wonder you were given the name "the Golden Boy,” Draco began, catching his attention, “what with your depressed persona.”

He watched as Potter laughed, and ignored how good it made him feel to bring joy to the boy next to him. Damn it, Potter.

“I wouldn’t be so "depressed” if you would have told me.“ Potter now sat with his chin is his hands facing Draco. Draco resisted the urge to straighten his glasses which were slightly crooked.

Once the words left Potter’s mouth, Draco didn’t know what he should do. He didn’t know how to respond to this situation. He looked at his nearby eighth years, and saw Neville Longbottom giving him a nervous thumbs-up. Pansy tried to hide her grin as she drank her pumpkin juice. Damn it.

"I didn’t think you wanted that,” Draco tried to speak as clearly as he could, given the heart-shattering circumstances.

“I think I know what I want better than you do,” the boy gave Draco a grin as his words sunk in.

“It’s not my fault you were completely oblivious to my advances.” Draco let a smile through. He ignored the way that the corner of Hermione’s mouth quirked up at his words.

Advances? Draco, you won’t even touch my skin! Last night was the closest we’ve ever been, and I was asleep.” Potter threw his hands up and grinned.

“Well, I’m gentleman, and I have yet to even properly court you.” his eyes twinkled as he said this, and Potter’s cheeks were rosy with life.

Potter bit his lip before he spoke. Draco tried not to let his eyes focus on the action, or the way that Dumbledore inconspicuously wandered into the portrait behind them.

“You’re going to court me?”

Draco was suddenly a man of action.

Damn, Gryffindors.

“Yes.”

“I don’t think your dad will be too happy with this news.” Potter chuckled and danced his hand closer to Draco.

“Well, he’s not the one doing the courting.” Draco gingerly played with the boy’s fingers.

“I should hope not.”

This was the second time Draco knew it. He knew he was in love. Potter did, too.

So did Dumbledore.

Happy Toddler Story

So something really adorable happened and I wanted to share in case anyone needed a dose of cuteness. I was working register, and there’s a Harry Potter display in front of the counter. It has the Fantastic Beasts and Cursed Child scripts, the large picture book version of the first two books, and special boxed sets. Recently, we got HP puzzles too!

A woman and her son come up to check out, and he immediately gravitates towards the Harry Potter display.

“Three years old and already obsessed with Harry Potter,” the mom says.

“I can relate,” I reply.

“Yeah, wonder where he gets it from,” she jokes and crouches down next to him. He asks to get a puzzle and she says, “You’re a little too young for that, maybe when you’re bigger.”

He accepts her answer gracefully, and when I finish up with the transaction, I give her two dollars in store coupons (we’re an independent store and we do the coupons instead of having a membership card).

The mom turns to him and says, “Look! You can use these when you come back with Nonna.”

He says in the cutest little voice, “When I come back with Nonna, I’ll be bigger! Could I please get the puzzle then?”

The mom just laughs and says, “Yeah, I bet your Nonna will get it for you.”

Then she hands him the bag and he carries his own books out of the store. He was so precious; I really hope he gets big enough to get his puzzle soon!

I finished always and forever, lara jean…I’m gonna need a solid month to recover literally don’t speak to me don’t look at me don’t breathe in my direction I’m emotionally COMPROMISED

Top 5 favorite: YA Fantasy series

Halloween has never been my thing, perhaps because where I come from (especially when I was a kid), it isn’t celebrated. I do find it the perfect excuse to talk about my favorite fantasy books. These books might not be spooky in general, but they have their moments!

1. Mara Dyer 

I took the first Mara Dyer-book home with me from the library without having any expectations. Once I started reading these books, it was impossible to put them down. The story’s about Mara, a high school student who’s been noticing strange accidents around her. Accidents she’s afraid she caused. Noah Shaw is Mara’s love interest and he’s so hot and brooding but also sweet and caring. They really are M.A.D.N.E.S.S. (sorry, inside joke). Mara also has a great best friend and a cool relationship with her brothers. 

2. The Grishaverse

If there’s one author everyone should give a shot it’s Leigh Bardugo. She can create a mystery and let her kick-ass characters solve it with a lot of action and a little bit of humor. I deliberately wrote Grishaverse, instead of trilogy because Leigh’s Six Of Crows-duology is set in the same universe. The setting of Six Of Crows is very different from the Grisha-books but just as good. Maybe even better…

3. Vampire Academy (and the Bloodlines spin-off)

About three years ago I read Richelle Mead’s VA-series, which is narrated by the witty Rose Hathaway. She’s a dhampir, a half human-half vampire, who’s in training to become her best friend Lissa’s, a royal vampire, guardian. When I first heard of this series I wasn’t entirely convinced, but once I started reading the first book, I couldn’t put it down! I read the entire VA-series in one week. Luckily after I was finished there was the spin-off, which is about Sydney Sage. She gets introduced in the fourth VA-book. Bloodlines isn’t better or worse, it is only different.

4. Shatter Me

Writing, or even thinking, about Tahereh Mafi’s Shatter Me-series always hurts a little bit. I’ve read this series twice. When I finished Ignite Me, I started all over again the next day. Tahereh’s writing is beautiful. She writes about the journey of Juliette, a girl with fatal powers, who’s captured and eventually used as a weapon. In Unravel Me there’s this really intense scene and every time I read it, something scares the shit out of me, like the doorbell. My heart hurt so badly from being startled that it still hurts when I think about it.

5. Precious Stone

If you’re looking for an adventure with mystery and great humor, Kerstin Gier’s books are for you. In this trilogy, she writes about time traveling and her character’s are hilarious! Once you’ve finished this book you’ll want to read more of her. Luckily her Silver-trilogy is also published in multiple languages.