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Ten things I learned about writing from Stephen King
The novelist James Smythe, who has been analysing the work of Stephen King for the Guardian since 2012, on the lessons he has drawn from the master of horror fiction
By James Smythe

Stephen King is an All-Time Great, arguably one of the most popular novelists the world has ever seen. And there’s a good chance that he’s inspired more people to start writing than any other living writer. So, as the Guardian and King’s UK publisher Hodder launch a short story competition – to be judged by the master himself – here are the ten most important lessons to learn from his work.

1. Write whatever the hell you like

King might be best known – or, rather, best regarded – as a writer of horror novels, but really, his back catalogue is crammed with every genre you can think of. There are thrillers (Misery, Gerald’s Game), literary novels (Bag Of Bones, Different Seasons), crime procedurals (Mr Mercedes), apocalypse narratives (The Stand), fantasy (Eyes Of The Dragon, The Dark Tower series) … He’s even written what I think of as being one of the greatest Young Adult novels of all time: The Long Walk. Perhaps the only genre or audience he hasn’t really touched so far is comedy, but most of his work features moments that show his deft touch with humour. It’s clear that King does what he wants, when he wants, and his constant readers – the term he calls his, well, constant readers – will follow him wherever he goes.

2. The scariest thing isn’t necessarily what’s underneath the bed

Horror is a curious thing. What scares one person won’t necessarily scare another. And while there might be moments in his horror novels that tread towards the more conventional ideas of what some find terrifying, for the most part, the truly scary aspects are those that deal with humanity itself. Ghosts drive people to madness, telekinetic girls destroy whole towns with their powers, clowns … well, clowns are just bloody terrifying full stop. But the true crux of King’s ability to scare is finding the thing that his readers are actually worried about, and bringing that to the fore. If you’re writing horror, don’t just think about what goes bump in the night; think about what that bump might drive people to do afterwards.

3. Don’t be scared of transparency

One of my favourite things about King’s short story collections are the little notes about each tale that he puts into the text. The history of them, the context for the idea, how the writing process actually worked. They’re not only invaluable material for aspiring writers – because exactly how many drafts does it take to reach a decent story? King knows! – but they’re also brilliant nuggets of insight into King himself. Some people might think that it’s better off knowing nothing about authors when they read their work, but for King, his heart is on his sleeve. In his latest collection, The Bazaar of Broken Dreams, King gets more in-depth than ever, talking about what inspired the stories in such an honest way that it couldn’t have come from another writer’s pen. Which brings us to …

4. Write what you know. Sort of. Sometimes

Write what you know is the most common writing tip you’ll find anywhere. It’s nonsense, really, because if we all did that we’d end up with terribly boring novels about writers staring out of windows waiting for inspiration to hit. (If you like those, incidentally, head straight for the literary fiction section of your nearest bookshop.) But King understands that experience is something which can be channelled into your work, and should be at every opportunity. Aspects of his life – addiction, teaching, his near-fatal car accident, rock and roll, ageing – have cropped up in his work over and over, in ways that aren’t always obvious, but often help to drive the story. That’s something every writer can use, because it’s through these truths that real emotions can be writ large on the page.

5. Aim big. Or small

King’s written some mammoth books, and they’re often about mammoth things. The Stand takes readers into an apocalypse, with every stage of it laid out on the page until the final fantastical showdown. It deals with a horror that hits a group of characters twice in their lives, showing us how years and years of experience can change people. And The Dark Tower is a seven (or eight, or more, if you count the short stories set in its world) part series that takes in so many different genres of writing it’s dizzying. When he needs to, King aims really big, and sometimes that’s what you have to do to tell a story. At the other end of the spectrum, some of King’s most enduring stories – Rita Hayworth & Shawshank Redemption, The Mist – have come from his shorter works. He traps small groups of characters in single locations and lets the story play out how it will. The length of the story you’re telling should dictate the size of the book. Doesn’t matter if it’s forty thousand words or two hundred, King doesn’t waste a word.

6. Write all the time. And write a lot

King’s published – wait for it – 55 novels, 11 collections of stories, 5 non-fiction works, 7 novellas and 9 assorted other pieces (including illustrated works and comic books). That’s over a period of 41 years. That’s an average of two books a year. Which is, I must admit, a pretty giddying amount. That’s years of reading (or rereading, if you’re as foolishly in awe of him as I am). But he’s barely stopped for breath. This year has seen three books published by him, which makes me feel a little ashamed. Still, at my current rate of writing, I might catch up with him sometime next century. And while not every book has found the same critical and commercial success, they’ve all got their fans.

7. Voice is just as important as content

King’s a writer who understands that a story needs to begin before it’s actually told. It begins in the voice of the novel: is it first person, or third? Is it past or present tense? Is it told through multiple narrators, or just the one? He’s a master at understanding exactly why each story is told the way it’s told. Sure, he might dress it up as something simple – the story finding the voice it needs, or vice versa – but through his books you can see that he’s tried pretty much everything, and can see why each voice worked with the story he was telling.

8. And Form is just as important as voice

King isn’t really thought of as an experimental novelist, which is grossly unfair. Some of King’s more daring novels have taken on really interesting forms. Be it The Green Mile’s fragmented, serialised narrative; or the dual publication of The Regulators and Desperation – novels which featured the same characters in very different situations, with unsettling parallels between the stories that unfolded for them; or even Carrie’s mixed-media narrative, with sections of the story told as interview or newspaper extract. All of these novels have played with the way they’re presented on the page to find the perfect medium for telling those stories. Really, the lesson here from King is to not be afraid to play.

9. You don’t have to be yourself

Some of King’s greatest works in the early years of his career weren’t published by King himself. They were in the name of Richard Bachman, his slightly grislier pseudonym. The Long Walk, Thinner, The Running Man – these are books that dealt with a nastier side of things than King did in his properly attributed work. Because, maybe it’s good to have a voice that allows us to let the real darkness out, with no judgments. (And then maybe, as King eventually did in The Dark Half, it’s good to kill that voice on the page … )

10. Read On Writing. Now

This is the most important tip in the list. In 2000, King published On Writing, a book that sits in the halfway space between autobiography and writing manual. It’s full of details about his process, about how he wrote his books, channelled his demons and overcame his challenges. It’s one of the few books about writing that are actually worth their salt, mainly because it understands that it’s about a personal experience, and readers might find that useful. There’s no universal truths when it comes to writing. One person’s process would be a nightmare for somebody else. Some people spend years labouring on nearly perfect first drafts; some people get a first draft written in six weeks, and then spend the next year destroying it and rebuilding it. On Writing tells you how King does it, to help you to find your own. Even if you’re not a fan of his books, it’s invaluable to the in-development writer. Heck, it’s invaluable to all writers.

anonymous asked:

if i wanna get into dc as a Gay where should i start pls

Sorry for the late reply!!! Ok here is a list of good LGBT heroes, a short desc, and links to recommended reading!

EDIT: I realized I sourced to someone who ships incest and I want this to be a safe blog without anything like that. Unfortunately for some of the sources I couldn’t find any others or any better. I’ve marked all links to their blog w a *. Stay safe.


Selina Kyle/Catwoman. Bisexual. Selina is a highly skilled thief who is both a hero and a villain, depending on the arc. Selina’s morality is definitely neutral on the scale. She’s not opposed to stealing and hurting bad guys but she has objections to unnecessary cruelty. She’s best known for being one of Batman’s allies & love interests. Her official “coming out” was when she kissed Eiko Hasigawa, the daughter of a Yakuza boss, who teamed up with Selina to bring him down. ( x | x )

Harley Quinn. Bisexual. Harley Quinn’s backstory unfortunately features a lot of the Joker but she’s on to better things now. Psychiatrist turned supervillain, she was brainwashed by the Joker and in a long running relationship with him, where he manipulated and abused her. She has a similar (but obviously, better in every way) clown/jester aesthetic. Currently, she’s in an open relationship with Poison Ivy. Tw for emotional & physical abuse & manipulation for any stories that include her relationship with the Joker. ( x | x | x )

Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy. Unspecified wlw. Pamela was a botanist who was poisoned but they fucked it up big time because she not only survived but can now she’s immune to all poisons, can control plants, and her lips produce poison that she can use to control people. She has had relationships with men but they have consistently been for her own benefit and as a result her sexuality is frequently debated over. ( x | x | x | she also recently got a solo one off you should check out )

*Little note abt the above 3: if you’re not already familiar, they frequently team up and in some arcs they even live together. The three of them are known as the Gotham City Sirens and I’m going to link you some sources for them separately bc if you want gay comics what’s better than the Big Gay Apartment of Crime? ( x )

Joseph Wilson/Jericho. Bisexual. The son of Deathstroke with the ability to possess people. As a child he was kidnapped by a terrorist who was after Deathstroke and after Joseph refused to give them information about his father, the terrorist slit his throat, rendering Joseph mute. Joseph apparently was originally going to be gay but they didn’t want it to be “stereotypical” since he’s sensitive & artistic. There’s also some lame stuff where a man Joseph was dating goes to call him bi and he cuts them off to say he doesn’t like labels…but he still seems pretty cool. ( x * ) 

John Constantine. Bisexual. John is an occult detective and sorcerer. I’d say he’s more hero than villain but his morality is…gray to say the least. He’s a complete asshole but it can be a very fun read and if you’re interested in something that is more based in demons, witches, & spirits than supervillains then John’s your man. Tw for drugs in a lot of his stories. ( x | x )

Harper Row/Bluebird. Bisexual. New ally to the Batfamily. She’s bisexual and her brother, Cullen, is gay and her brother’s identity is actually part of her start as a vigilante hero. Her brother was being assaulted & attacked by homophobes and Harper tried to defend him. She kept a taser with her and when they were cornered by the group of bullies, she tried to fend them off. When they were overpowered, Batman appeared and saved Harper & Cullen. Both vowed to show their thanks to Bruce – Cullen by getting a tattoo of the bat symbol and Harper by becoming a superhero herself. She has an expertise in electrical engineering. ( x * | x )

Grace Choi. Bisexual. Grace Choi is half human, half Amazon. She’s headstrong and tough and was a member of The Outsiders for a while before it disbanded. In The Outsiders she met Anissa Pierce (listed below) and the two became romantically involved. Unfortunately I’ve seen some people on here call her “heterosexual homoromantic” or some shit but as somebody with some sense…I’ll just tell you she’s bi lmao… ( x * | x )

Anissa Pierce/Thunder. Lesbian. A metahuman with the ability to shoot lightning and control her own density. She promised her superhero dad, Black Lightning, she would go to college before fighting crime so on the night she graduated college she became Thunder. Was also a member of The Outsiders and Grace Choi’s girlfriend. ( x * )

Alysia Yeoh. Bisexual & Transgender. Alysia is the only person on this list who is neither a hero nor a villain. I wish she were a hero but I wanted to include her because finding trans characters who are not made into jokes is incredibly hard and Alysia is not a joke character. She was Barbara Gordon’s roommate and is a bartender/artist/activist. She dated Babs’ brother for a while but is currently married to another woman named Jo. I know she’s in Bombshells but tbh I don’t know the extent of her involvement. ( x * ) 

Dawnstar. Bisexual. An alien from the futurewith enormous wings that’s skilled in combat. She’s a member of the Legion of Heroes and a bounty hunter. Her best known relationship is with fellow legionnaire Drake Burroughs (Wilfire) who is apparently just sentient energy trapped inside a suit? Tbh I don’t know much about her but she sounds dope…An unnamed female character confirmed that they had a relationship together during a mission in which heroes sought out her help in resurrecting another hero. ( x * )

Kate Kane/Batwoman. Lesbian. Batman’s Jewish lesbian cousin. Honestly if you like Batman you’ll like Kate. They operate similarly and use a lot of the same gadgetry. Kate’s best known relationship was with Renee Montoya (mentioned down below) though I believe she’s currently with Maggie Sawyer. (  x * | x | x )

Renee Montoya/The Question. Lesbian. A detective turned vigilante hero that wears a kind of spooky faceless mask. Was Kate Kane’s girlfriend for a while. Some of her stories include her struggle with alcoholism so watch out if that’s a trigger for you. ( x * | x ) 

Midnighter. Gay. Gay goth asshole tbh. Midnighter is a superhero with enhanced fighting abilities. Often referred to as basically being like Mean Gay Batman but if you ask me Midnighter is a very cool stand-alone hero. Also he’s 6′5″? That’s not super important but I think about it a lot. Married to Apollo even tho Apollo could not be more of a prep. In some arcs they’ve even adopted a daughter together. ( x * | x * | x )

Apollo. Gay. Sweet prep god? Apollo was kidnapped and subjected to experimentation as a child that resulted in him having superpowers similar to Midnighter’s but more advanced and powerful. Just like Midnighter is considered to be similar to Batman, Apollo is considered to be similar to Superman, but again, they are very, very cool without being compared to anybody else. ( x * | x * )

Jackson Hyde/Aqualad. Gay. Gay black teenager with hydrokinetic powers, best known for his role in the Teen Titans. Aqualad was just made gay recently, in Rebirth, so the reading for him is pretty simple. Just a heads up, his mother doesn’t accept him being gay or his abilities, so any issues with his mom will have homophobia present. (Check out Teen Titans Rebirth!)

Holly Ann Fields/Virtue. Lesbian. Holly has several psychic abilities as well as flight and is the leader of the vigilante group located in Coral City, The Movement. (as far as I know the reading would just be The Movement by Gail Simone, which has unfortunately been cancelled so it’s only 12 issues.)

Miguel Barragan/Bunker. Gay. Miguel is a metahuman from Mexico and was written with the intention of being “angst-free” so his family & village were very accepting of his superpowers and his sexuality. He has the power of creating things out of this weird purple energy. ( x * ) 

Holly Robinson. Lesbian. Selina Kyle’s best friend & understudy. Holly experienced a lot of abuse as a child and was forced into prostitution. Selina caught a cop assaulting Holly and stepped in and taught Holly how to defend herself. They teamed up and got out of the scene and Selina taught Holly how to fight, as well as her tips for stealth and theft. Holly occasionally stands in as Catwoman. Big tw for child abuse, sexual abuse/assault. ( x * )

Ray Terrill/The Ray. As a child Ray was told he couldn’t be exposed to the sun so he spent most of his life in the dark. However, as his father was dying he told him that he wasn’t his biological father and he lied about his son being allergic to sunlight. His real father was a superhero called Golden Age Ray and Ray in fact gained powers from the sun. His powers allow him to fly, become invisible, create illusions & constructs, turn his entire body into light energy, etc. Ray was confirmed gay before Rebirth, but in Rebirth he is confirmed in canon. ( x * | x )

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman. Bisexual. Diana is an Amazon and as such has…so many powers…She’s very strong. She’s also very good & intelligent and tbh is all around a great hero. You probably know who she is tbh. She was recently confirmed to be bisexual but unfortunately it was out of canon and therefore she doesn’t have any plots that relate to it and it’s not confirmed in canon. ( x )

Also here’s another link to check out: http://lornahs.tumblr.com/post/161517287094/as-a-way-to-celebrate-pride-month-here-is-a-list *

This is by no means a comprehensive list! If anybody wants to add more or correct anything I’ve said here that’d be really great! But here are some great heroes. If you have any questions, any specific requests, or need help finding any download links, my askbox is always open and I’m always happy to help.

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Some quick sketches for @galrabigbang’s Galra Fantasy AU prompt!
This is kind of a Sleeping Beauty AU where Prince Lotor is the beauty and his general ladies play the part of the prince who rescues the beauty. 
Lotor’s fancy armor, Sendak, Haxus, Prorok, and Throk are all ideas/characters I eventually scrapped (hence why they’re all sketched in shitty pen instead of pencil and fine-liners) but I thought I’d include them anyway cos they’re still fantasy. ✨

Glitter Ball

I’ve been seeing some discussion in past few days about how unrealistic it is that Bitty doesn’t hang out with other queer kids at Samwell, which is a valid point, and it reminded me I had a fic languishing in my drafts folder that involved an expanded look at the LGBTQIA group on campus, so I figured maybe the time had come to post it. It’s more about Dex than Bitty, because I started it as a response to the “Dex is homophobic” discourse, so this is from a “Dex has never been straight, he just doesn’t think it’s any of your business” perspective.

(It’s the beginning of a longer fic called “I Abhor You/I Adore You” that’s kind of an exercise in filling in all the gaps between the Nurseydex tweets and fleshing out the non-hockey parts of Samwell, but who knows if I’ll ever finish it.)

~4.5k, pre-slash Nurseydex, mostly Dex POV, guest appearances by Bitty, Holster, and a few OCs from the LGBTQIA group. Location of the IT helpdesk across the hall from the resource center entirely stolen from my own tiny liberal arts school, “the little gay college in the middle of Iowa.”

Read it on AO3 (now with the second chapter as well).


First year, first semester

Dex got a job with the helpdesk almost as soon as he got to campus. This wasn’t exactly normal for an unknown, untested, untried, and undeclared first year student, but he had references from his high school job and there was a constant shortage of people who actually knew how to do anything with hardware. Which, of course, was the thing most of the professors actually needed help with. They weren’t actually receiving a lot of emergency Python coding calls; they needed someone who could “make the goddamn printer talk to the computer” without pissing anyone off by being too condescending.

He enjoyed it; compared to having to do the same thing in a retail environment, this was downright relaxing, and he at least had some confidence the people he was helping weren’t complete idiots. He could even leave behind a Post-It of step-by-step instructions of how to fix the problem themselves next time and have it be followed at least 50% of the time! Not to mention his work-study hours as a student athlete were actually capped and enforced so he wouldn’t work himself to death. So relaxing when compared to high school, when he’d had to juggle IT work, lobster fishing, hockey, and grades good enough to get some kind of scholarship.

Since he’d gotten to campus early to start pre-season practice with the hockey team, he’d been able to establish a work routine before adding in classes, which had been helpful. The CS classes at Samwell were certainly more demanding, but that was why he was here, wasn’t it? All in all, he was pretty satisfied with how things were shaping up. (Now if only his d-partner weren’t such an entitled brat…)

Once the other students got back to campus, it became clear the helpdesk office wasn’t the only thing housed in the weird little building at the edge of campus. He was just ending a shift when a girl stuck her head in the door. “Would it be possible to get some quick help from anybody? It’s just across the hall.”

“I can do it,” Dex said. “I was just about to leave anyway.”

“Thank you!” She led the way into what appeared to be an all-purpose meeting room. The door now had a handmade rainbow sign taped to it, proclaiming it the Stonewall Resource Center. “We’re having our first meeting of the year tonight, and of course the one person who remembers how to work the projector is on study abroad this semester.”

“No problem. You hooking it up to a laptop?”

“Yeah.”

Dex walked over to the AV podium at the front of the room and fished out the giant cluster of cables and dongles. “Hopefully one of these will work, but we have adapters in the office for just about anything. Bring it over.” A minute or so later, he had everything working.

“Thank you so much!”

“Sure. I mean, it’s my job anyway.”

“Do I need to file a ticket or something?”

“Eh, whatever.”

“Um, you’re welcome to stay for the meeting if you want…”

“What’s it for? I mean, I can guess, but your sign wasn’t even up when I came in at the beginning of my shift, so, you know.”

“Yeah, basically it’s just a beginning of the year informational meeting for students about LGBTQIA resources on campus and a way to get those of us who are returning students to get started organizing other events. So maybe not super interesting.”

“No, it sounds like good information to have. I’ll stick around.”

She smiled at him. “Great! I’m Sam.”

“Will. Or Dex. I answer to either.”

“Nice to meet you.”

***

“So do you think you’ll come back?” Sam asked after the meeting was over. Dex had stayed to help her turn off the projector and leave a sticky note with the steps written down. (He was thinking about getting a set custom-printed with “Helping You Help Yourself!” across the bottom, though he suspected his boss would find this too snarky.)

“Probably not. I mean, not to regular meetings or anything—you can totally ask me for help anytime! I’m just kind of… past the place where I need this kind of group? And I’ve got hockey practice and CS classes that are kind of the point of my being here, so they take priority, you know?”

“Sure thing.”

“But you know where to find me! Seriously, I’m always happy to help. It looks like a great group. But I know I can’t commit to anything.”

“Cool. I’ll see you around then, yeah? Oh, hey, if you have any time on Friday, you should come to the softball game. We’re gonna slay.”

Dex grinned and offered his fist for a bump of solidarity. “You’ll have to come to a hockey game once the season starts.”

“Definitely.”

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Reputation Secret Session, London: Our Experience

We have loved Taylor and her music since we were just 7 years old, and our biggest dream, something we wanted to happen more than anything else in the world, was to finally meet her

On Monday 2nd October, we received a DM on twitter from Taylor Nation. This was over a week before the event was taking place. They didn’t give any details other than that it was a ‘secret event’ and to keep it completely to ourselves and not share it with anyone or online. From then and on, we couldn’t stop smiling. We were told we’d be contacted with more details, then on the 4th on Wednesday, we were lay in bed and our phone started to ring. We immediately started SCREAMING then answered and tried to sound as normal as possible, even though we literally COULDN’T BREATHE. We said hello and she was like ‘how are you’ and I (Katie) just replied saying ‘FREAKING OUT.’ She told us her name was Ali (who we knew was part of TN!) and she spoke to our Mum and asked us questions, told us they knew how dedicated we are and wanted to reward us. Closer to the time they emailed us with further details. Honestly, since we received that DM on the Monday we couldn’t even eat properly it FELT SO OVERWHELMING. We had to keep things secret for so long, it was the hardest but most exciting thing ever. 

So on the 13th October, we traveled down to London from Manchester with our parents. We were at the meeting point, about to take Polaroids, then we saw OUR BEST FRIEND RUNNING TOWARDS US. We had no idea she (Kaz @ap0laroidofus) was also invited, because obviously we all kept it quiet, so when we saw each other it was the best feeling ever. 

We met with TN and everyone attending and we got on buses in groups to a secret location, with no idea of what would happen. Then, WE ARRIVED AT THE PRETTIEST HOUSE EVER, which is literally house goals, Taylor’s house! At this point Chloe was looking out of the window SO SHOCKED and Erica saw her and did a shocked face back and laughed. We met back up with Kaz in TAYLOR SWIFT’S KITCHEN and ate cookies and m&m’s that said ‘REP’ on them and drank coke etc. THEN we were just chilling and Tree (the prettiest lil angel ever) came and told us about the chicken tenders SO THANK YOU TREE FOR THAT. AND CHLOE PEED IN TAYLOR’S HOUSE!!! We went to get some and saw SCOTT SWIFT. HE SPOKE TO US FOR LIKE A FULL FIVE MINUTES. He told us stories about Taylor’s childhood like a story from when she was 11, whilst casually eating chicken tenders. Chloe asked him about the 10 minute version of all too well and he replied, ‘I say nothing, I keep my mouth shut!’ Then, of course as he is the king of guitar picks, he gave us some and was picking them all out like ‘1989 picks… speak now…’ HES PRECIOUS. (He dropped one and Katie accidentally saT IN HER BIN trying to pick it up. He also said that him and especially Andrea, would never have let Taylor or Austin go to a secret event when they were our age where they would have to leave their phones behind and get on a bus to a secret location, hahaha. He was also giggling and said it felt like he knew we’d won the lottery, but couldn’t tell us because he said he “knew so much” that we didn’t and then went on to joke about how we’d won the ‘Taylor Swift lottery’ because we were at her freAKING HOUSE.

Then we went into the room to HEAR THE MASTERPIECE OF AN ALBUM, and then she FUCKING WALKED IN LOOKING AS FLAWLESS AS EVER, came to the front, like RIGHT INFRONT OF US, and sat down and began telling us about how she stalked us for OVER A YEAR and has hand picked us then sent our accounts to TN so we could be invited. We heard the album, obviously alllll that info is confidential, but she SAW US and went ‘OMG TWINS.’ SHE ACTUALLY JUST RECOGNISED US out of like 100 people and smiled so big. We started crying and I (Katie) said ‘WE LOVE YOU’ and by this point even our Mum was SOBBING. She made eye contact with us so much throughout the whole thing it was so special. All we can say is, prepare yourselves. There is no album that even compares to rep, not even RED..

Then we were all sat waiting to be called up to MEET TAYLOR SWIFT. We were smelling her candles (SO NICE, OUR MUM WAS OBSESSED BY THE WAY @taylorswift ) and I (Katie) sat waiting in T’s chair. Andrea also came in to open the doors because everyone one was warm and she smiled so big at us and held onto Kaz’s dad so she didn’t fall hahahaha. So then, we got called to come to meet her by a member of TN and while we were waiting HERE COMES SCOTT SWIFT AGAIN. He came downstairs holding his glasses like ‘got my five minute dad nap’ (he’s so precious) and sat down on the stairs next to us and spoke to us and thanked us for coming. He was like ‘You got guitar picks, yeah?!’ so we laughed and said yes!! 

THEN WE WALKED IN TO BE GREETED BY TAYLOR. As soon as she saw us her face lit up and she was like ‘KATIE AND CHLOE!!’ WE SHIT YOU NOT OUR SOULS LEFT OUR FREAKING BODIES. SHE KNEW WHO WE WERE AND KNEW OUR NAMES, she seemed so genuinely happy to see us there. So we ran up to her and hugged her so tight then started talking to her. Then she said to Chloe how shes seen other people wearing her outfit at the event and she was like ‘WHERE CAN I GET THIS?!’ referring to Chloe’s dress and OF COURSE SHE WAS D E A D. TAYLOR SWIFT COMPLIMENTED HER OUTFIT LIKE HOW WAS THIS HAPPENING. So she (Chloe) told her it’s from Topshop. Chloe told her how proud we were of her which was such a special moment. She spoke to our Mum then and thanked her for bringing us and being so supportive then said.. ‘THEY’RE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE’.. WE ARE THE LIGHT OF TAYLOR SWIFT’S FREAKING LIFE. At this point we were literally dead and seriously couldn’t even believe what was happening.  Then she held my hand SO tight (Katie) for most of the time we were talking WE LITERALLY WOULDN’T LET GO OF EACHOTHERS HANDS and she looked straight into our eyes and payed one hundred percent attention the entire time. She seemed so excited to ask and tell us things. She said she loves seeing us online etc. and that she loves our videos that we have posted on there.. SHE HAS WATCHED OUR VIDEOS. She also told us she made an exception so we could be there because it was supposed to be 18+ and we’re 17.. TAYLOR SWIFT made an EXCEPTION because she wanted to MEET US.  Then I (Katie) told her how we’d had a bad time recently but since we got the DM from Taylor Nation we had not stopped smiling. SHE WAS SO HAPPY THAT WE WERE HAPPY. Then Taylor said ‘shall we get a picture on the couch and we can be triplets?’ WE ARE TAYLOR SWIFT’S TRIPLETS. So we replied like ‘ Y E S!!!!!!’ We sat on the couch and T said ‘shall we do this?’ and put her hands under her chin and she looked SO PRECIOUS then we took the picture.We hugged her again and as we were standing up I (Katie) asked her if she’s coming to Manchester on tour and told her how we went to Fearless and 1989. She hugged us again so so tight and said we were adorable. Then she told us she loved us and we said that we loved her again and said bye.

As we were walking out Tree saw us to tell us where to go and she said we’re ‘BEAUTIFUL GIRLS’ which was so nice of her honestly she is complete sunshine. Then we had to wait downstairs for the bus (every time another group came in after meeting Taylor we were just like “HOW DEAD ARE YOU” and we discussed how much we loved the album- everyone was so nice, TS creating friendships as per) and we got given merch bags which had a t-shirt, pop socket, key ring, hat and a sticker inside which is so so lovely of her. All her team from security to TN were so so kind and her parents were literally so lovely they were checking on everyone like, WE LOVE OUR PARENTS

@taylorswift thank you for making that night the best night of our entire lives. We love you so much, we can’t even put into words how special it was you literally have our entire hearts. WE LOVE YOU, TRIPLET. We are honored to be the light of your life.

October Friday 13th 2017. 

Getting removed from a group email list I did not sign up for.

A while ago my email address was added to a mailing list for a church group located in the southern USA. It was a Gmail address and I naturally assume it was added in error.

I deleted the first few messages as there were not many.  After a week or so the volume of email started to increase a lot as there events being organised and everyone was responding with reply all.

First off I sent an email to he address that seemed to belong to the organiser, the one who was initiating the email chains.

“hi, I am not part of your group.  Please remove me from this email distribution list.”

No response.

Over the next couple of days,  as each new message arrives,  I send another one.

No response.

So far I have only been sending to the leader.

Next day I send a reply all. (they are not sending the messages BCC, so I can see all the addresses)

Again,  I am ignored. I try again, no response.

I am now receiving 10-20 of this crap a day. So I take the nuclear option.

As each message arrives, I reply all with porn images.

“since you won’t remove me from the list here is my imput”

I start mild and crank it up. Stuff that makes gaotse look like a gentleman boner post.

I recieve outraged replies about this being a Christian Church group, I reply with something worse.

“I asked nicely for weeks to be removed and was ignored. So here is another fine picture for you. ”

The email list disappeared from my inbox within 24 hours.

Okay, so this is the general idea I had in mind when I drew that “scene”/comic of dad!Gabe and son!Jesse, just waaaay more in-depth than I originally intended it to be but meh.. It’s nice to have a full-on text document then several sticky notes everywhere for once.

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Love Bites

Pairing: Arthur Curry x Reader 

Word count: 2545

Summary: An ancient vampire joins the Justice League, but locks horns with the King of Atlantis himself

Warning: just some language ahahaha AN: Requests are open so feel free to shoot me one ~

“Wait, so you’re a vampire?” Barry asked, raising his eyebrow as he starred at the woman in front of him. Dressed in dark clothes from the top to the bottom, her dark eyes starred at the members in front of her.

“Pretty much.” She laughed, pulling out the dark contacts to reveal her red eyes beneath, causing Barry and Victor to slightly step back.

“But how?” Victor asked, being confused at this revelation, after all, there was no way such a creature could exist. “It’s not scientifically possible for a living organism like a vampire to exist, especially co-existing with humans around them.” He added.

“It’s a long story, the abridged version is that I was barely breathing when an elder saw me and took pity, injecting his venom into my system and took me in, giving me this curse.” She bitterly chuckled, running a hand through her (h/c) hair.

“So what’s your jam?” Arthur asked, speaking up for the first time. “Do you turn into a bat like bat boy over there?”

“Sadly no, but what I can do is this.” She smirked, taking the glove off her hand to reveal her pale skin and letting a phoenix form out of flames, amazing all those around her.

“Since the man who transformed me was an elder, a phoenix elder, thus I can do this, now should we talk about saving the world or not?” She smirked, eyeing the King of Atlantis.

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“Stay away from me.” (Y/n) hissed at the taller man in front of her, glaring him dead in the eyes. The mission had gone south, horribly thanks to Arthur and her refusing to cooperate. It was a simple mission, extraction and eradication of an extremist group that were located on the docks. But as soon as the four - Arthur, (Y/n), Barry and J'onn - split up, Barry and J'onn taking the hostages as Arthur and (Y/n) went after the extremists. It all went downhill when Arthur asked (Y/n) to go after one of them underwater as he tackled another, but she outright refused, causing the one to get away and thus the fight between the two league members themselves.  

“Break it off both of you, what are you? 12?” Clark yelled at the pair who still wouldn’t back away from one another, after all, it wasn’t the first time, heck this happened almost every day.

“Get fish boy to back off my nerves or I’ll fry him” (Y/n) hissed, walking off, showing no respect to the King of Atlantis.

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“Wait, so you’ve been alive for 3000 years?!” Barry exclaimed, his eyes widening.

“Yes, unless you didn’t hear everything I just said.” (Y/n) said, opening the door of her Lamborghini, being so old had its perks, (Y/n) was richer than Bruce Wayne himself but due to her long age, she continuously changed her identity every 50 years, thus her wealth was spread out.

“I feel like she makes your wealth redundant Wayne” Hal laughed.

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(Y/n) groaned, the shock of the hit travelling throughout her body, despite the fact she was immortal, she still felt pain. Grinding her teeth, she stood up again, only to find Clark ready to fry Diana. Lex Luthor had done something, something that changed Clark, his brown eyes were no longer brown, but instead, they glowed blue.

“CLARK” (Y/n) yelled, conjuring her strongest flame, engulfing the man of steel in the heat as he desperately tried to freeze the flames. Diana quickly crawled away, having taken many strong hits from Superman. Grinding her teeth harder, she pushed forward. She wasn’t at her peak, she hadn’t fed for a long while, around maybe 4 years or so?

Bruce, Barry, Diana, Hal, J'onn and Arthur all watched from the side of the bridge, she was bringing him down but at the same time, melting the supports of the bridge that held them above the deep ocean. Letting one leg fall, she continued, Clark had fallen to the floor by now but still wasn’t standing down. She kept going, grinding her teeth harder as the supports of the bridge kept melting, causing the bridge to tilt. Barry and Victor zoomed around the heavily populated bridge, trying to keep the civilians out of the line of literal fire.

Panic ran through her every vein, her phobia of the ocean kicking in as the bridge progressively lowered, but she kept going, knowing that there was no other way to do this. Eventually, the bridge gave up, plunging both an unconscious Clark and barely conscious (Y/n) into the deep water below.

“Shit, Arthur pull her out before it’s too late, go.” Bruce yelled, pushing Aquaman forward.

“Calm down Bruce, what’s so bad, we need to save the civilians.” Victor commented as he flew off.

“She’s terrified of water, her phobia is so strong she will do something stupid.” And upon hearing those words Arthur launched himself into the water. Arthur and (Y/n) had never gotten along, in fact, they were like two bulls, who continuously locked horns. Bruce’s words rang in his ears as he continued swimming at the speed of the torpedo, searching for his fellow league member who was rapidly drowning in her state of panic. It all made sense now, why she refused to go into the water that day, why she refused to go down to Atlantis when needed, it all made sense.

Finally locating her desperately trying to swim, he swam faster, reaching her and grabbing her arms to prevent her from splashing the water and he grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against his body as he swam up.  (Y/n) tightly closed her eyes, clutching on to the man she hated in her state of vulnerability.

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“Are you alright Ms (L/n)?” Alfred asked as Bruce carried her in and laid her down onto her bed, pulling the covers on to her as Barry followed them, after all, he was (Y/n)’s closest friend on the league. Arthur and Diana watched from the door, as J'onn and Hal took Clark to his room.

“Thank you, Alfred, I am, I would like to be left alone right now please.” She sighed, pulling the covers further as she tried to push back the memories that came rushing back. Soon everyone filed out of her room, except one.

“You know you could thank me at least, for saving you but I suppose the 3000 years have caused you to lose your manners” He commented, before turning around and getting ready to leave but the vampire rose from her bed, in an instant pinning the King against the wall, allowing his arm to graze against a sharp table arm as blood oozed out.

Instantly, the aroma of his blood filled the room as the shorter woman had him pinned against the wall, closing her eyes tightly as a fire in her throat erupted. “Just shut up.” She hissed, feeling her fangs come out after 4 or so years, the pain spreading through her head.

“Just shut up.” She repeated as her breathing became more and more ragged as she pushed her face into his neck, holding the larger man in a death grip which he couldn’t escape.

It was so sweet, so inviting and all it would take is one bite, her abilities would be restored to their maximum potential, just one bite.

“(L/n), snap out of it.” Arthur said, feeling her cold breath against his neck and he knew he couldn’t fight out of her hold, she was too damn strong for that, even in her weak state.

“Mmmmm, shut up.” She whispered against his neck, and giving into the lust, she opened her mouth, placing an open-mouthed kiss on the soft skin of his neck, searching for the soft spot to bite. Arthur shivered under her touch, feeling electricity shoot down his spine.

“(L/n), stop.” He commanded again, using his hands to shake her shoulders, using rough measure, which only aggravated the hungry vampire even more as, very quickly, kicked his legs, allowing him to drop to the floor and she hovered over him, pinning his right arm under her leg and using one hand to hold his left hand down, using her free hand to tilt his neck, snuggling closer to him.

Wasting no more time, she bit down, giving into her bloodlust, eliciting a painful groan from Arthur. The vampire moaned in pleasure as more of the Atlantean’s blood went into her system.

Arthur groaned as he clenched his fists, feeling lightheaded and dizzy but he couldn’t fight her off. By now, (Y/n) had pulled a significant amount of blood but her hunger was getting the best of her.

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“I need to apologise to (L/n), oh god.” Clark sighed, Diana had told him about everything that had happened and what the aftermath of his showdown with Luthor had been like.

Clark quickly got up, making his way to the second floor of the headquarters where (Y/n)’s room was. He was about to knock on the door when he saw the strange sight in front of him.

Arthur lay on the floor, potentially unconscious, with (Y/n) hovering over him, her face buried in his neck as blood pooled around his neck. “(L/N)!!!” Clark yelled, running forward and in an instant, he yanked her off Arthur’s unconscious body.

Pinning her down, he called for the other members, who soon flooded the room. Barry rushed towards his friend who was limp in Superman’s arms as Bruce and Diana pulled an unconscious Arthur up and pulled him out of the room.

“I should have seen it coming damn it.” Bruce sighed, but right now, his priority was making sure Arthur was alright.

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“Oh god, what have I done?” (Y/n) panicked as Barry told her what had happened.

“Your eyes are redder than usual, are you alright?” Barry asked, seeing her eyes which were usually a dull, dark red, were now glowing red.

“It’s a common sign of feeding, the foreign blood in my system gives me more pigment.” She explained, getting out of bed and pulling her sneakers on.

“I need to go apologise to him”

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“Can I come in?” (Y/n) asked as she stood at Arthur’s door. Arthur glanced up at her, a large white bandage covering his neck as he sat up in bed, Alfred had confined him to strict bedrest following his immense blood loss.

“I don’t know, are you gonna attack me like a savage animal again?” He commented and (Y/n) shut her eyes, knowing she deserved it. But out of all the people, why did she have to attack him?

“I’m here to apologise.” She softly whispered, walking into his room and standing at the edge of his bed.

“Get out.” He hissed.

“What have I ever done to you? Everyday fucking day it’s the same thing, you refuse to cooperate with me, heck you refuse to give me the basic respect, what did I ever do to you.” She’d had enough. Arthur sighed, getting up and walking over to her, starring her down.

“Me? You’re the one that is problematic, angry at everything, refuses to follow commands, help others, the only one you listen to is your fuck buddy Allen.” He hissed back, being fully aware of the nights the pair spent together doing god knows what.

“How dare you? How fucking dare you? I came here to apologise, to try to make things right and how dare you throw such accusations at me? Who the hell do you think you are? You may be a King in the fish land but here, you’re nothing more than an immature, stubborn, selfish idiot who doesn’t care for anything or anyone but himself.” (Y/n) retorted, walking closed to stare him dead in the eyes. 

Their faces were so close, so damn close that in an instant Arthur wrapped his arms around the vampire’s waist, hoisting her up against him and smashing their mouths together.

It angered him, seeing her be so close to Allen, constantly watching out for him, laughing with him, he wanted to be the one to do that, he was beyond hopelessly in love with her, but he couldn’t show it, no, he wasn’t going to show weakness, no.

(Y/n) instantly stiffened, not expecting this but feeling his soft warm lips against her cold dead ones, warmth spread throughout her body and she began to kiss him back, pushing him back into the bed as she straddled his waist. Sparks shot through her cold, dead body as her lips worked feverishly against the Atlantean’s.

Arthur smirked, flipping them over so now that he was on top and straddling her waist, threading his hands through her hair, pulling her closer if possible.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers as he tried to catch his breath.

“Then why do you hate me?” (Y/n) softly asked, her red eyes innocently into his. “I’m terrible with words, I am so sorry, so, so , so sorry love.” He whispered, pecking her lips again but this time, (Y/n) pulled him closer, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. Moans of pleasure left (Y/n)’s lips as Arthur’s hands traveled down her sides, squeezing her waist and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, breaking apart slightly, not wanting to cross any unwanted lines. “Afraid that I’ll outlast you?” (Y/n) challenged, removing her jacket and with a smirk, Arthur moved forward, connecting their lips together again.

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The pair cuddled together as (Y/n) rested her head on Arthur’s chest. “How’d you turn?” Arthur asked, lacing their fingers together.

“I was a young girl, walking back from a friend’s house, it was dark, I should have stayed at her place like she begged me to, but my father was sick, so I had to return to help my mother” She explained.

“I was crossing the bridge and the storm was strong, the bridge fell, plunging me into the deep river, an elder vampire found me on the river side, barely breathing and took pity on me, transforming me and taking me with him, teaching me everything I knew.” She glanced up at him and he pulled her closer, placing a soft kiss on her hair and the pair drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.


The next day

(Y/n) walked down to the training room, dressed in her training gear, a black tank top and tights with a jacket on top. Setting her bag down, she took off her jacket, exposing the skin of her neck and shoulders, which was covered in many purple bite marks.

Hal and Diana cracked up as Barry and Clark stood their silently, obviously they’d all heard the noises from Arthur’s room last night. “What?” The older vampire asked, shrugging her shoulders.

“Aren’t you the vampire?” Hal commented, still laughing his head off and in this moment, Arthur came up behind (Y/n), wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest as he laughed.

(Y/n) had never been more grateful for her inability to blush because her face would have been redder than a tomato at this point.

Life of the Zodiacs #2 (unedited)

Didn’t Get a Chance to Read Part One? Go Read it Here :)


“What do you mean the wait is forty minutes?!“ Aries screeched at the frightened waiter facing opposite of her.

He gulped and nervously tapped his fingers against the podium in front of him, "W-Well, we’re very busy tonight ma'am, and your group is just so large we don’t have the room for all of you at the moment.”

“Let’s just go Aries,” Taurus leaned against Libra. “I’m hungry and we obviously aren’t going to be able to eat here. Let’s just go somewhere else.”

“Fine,” Aries glared at the waiter one last time before storming out of the restaurant.

Cancer sighed, “Where are we going to eat now? That was the only place left with decent food.”

Everyone stood in silence. They had already visited multiple restaurants that night, but to no avail. Everywhere was either full or the wait time was too long. Capricorn had been so busy that day he hadn’t had the time to make a reservation anywhere, something he was cursing himself for.

Aries’ face lit up, “How about-”

She was cut off by an unanimous “No” by everyone else. Despite what her fit figure would suggest, the only places Aries ate at were fast food restaurants.

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Hey y’all, here’s a crazy theory, but what if Earth IS New Altea?

What if the remnants of the Altean civilization flee their star system and slowly find other Alteans along the way? The makeshift group locate other survivors in research stations and mining colonies and asteroid belt racing lanes and gather together the last of the Altean people. And the fledgling pilot of the Blue Lion, new to the Lion since they were chosen after Zarkon murdered Blaytz, protects the tiny group as they wander through the universe.

They travel for hundreds of years, using their cryopods to rotate their crews and evading the ever-expanding Galra empire by hiding temporarily among various alien races. Their population grows a little every now and then and sometimes people decide to stay behind.

They eventually end up in a little system no one has ever heard of before and find a pretty blue and green planet, third from the sun. The inhabitants look a lot like Alteans, and it’s easy for the Alteans to shapeshift and integrate themselves into various cultures and societies spread across the world. They find that whenever they have children with the people of their new home, most of the children aren’t born with the Altean markings and other features. Sometimes their ears are a little more pointed or they have a neutral colored birthmark somewhere or they seem to have unnatural athletic ability or ESP, but it’s rare. The Alteans hide the Blue Lion in a desert and decide to stay.

So that’s why Earth is actually New Altea and almost everyone on the planet has at least a trace of Altean DNA. Which means…

LONG LIVE QUEEN ALLURA, MAY HER REIGN LAST FOREVER!

And all of your Altean!Pick_Your_Paladin AUs are now reality.

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Since a few of you have been asking me recently about relationships within the AU I decided to finally finish these relationship charts that I’ve been working on.

These cover the current relationships that are important to the AU (read current as “subject to change very soon”). I tried to make this as simple as possible so hopefully this is readable and makes sense with how I set it up.

Getting removed from a group email list I did not sign up for.

A while ago my email address was added to a mailing list for a church group located in the southern USA. It was a Gmail address and I naturally assume it was added in error.

I deleted the first few messages as there were not many.  After a week or so the volume of email started to increase a lot as there events being organised and everyone was responding with reply all.

First off I sent an email to he address that seemed to belong to the organiser, the one who was initiating the email chains.

“hi, I am not part of your group.  Please remove me from this email distribution list.”

No response.

Over the next couple of days,  as each new message arrives,  I send another one.

No response.

So far I have only been sending to the leader.

Next day I send a reply all. (they are not sending the messages BCC, so I can see all the addresses)

Again,  I am ignored. I try again, no response.

I am now receiving 10-20 of this crap a day. So I take the nuclear option.

As each message arrives, I reply all with porn images.

“since you won’t remove me from the list here is my imput”

I start mild and crank it up. Stuff that makes gaotse look like a gentleman boner post.

I recieve outraged replies about this being a Christian Church group, I reply with something worse.

“I asked nicely for weeks to be removed and was ignored. So here is another fine picture for you. ”

The email list disappeared from my inbox within 24 hours.

“Six Flags Power Plant” Herb Ryman, 1984

Today we begin a short series of concept pieces relating to the infamous Six Flags Power Plant indoor theme park that once stood tall in Baltimore, Maryland.

In the early 1980s, Gary Goddard and his newly-formed design company were contacted by Six Flags to create an “urban entertainment center” to reinvigorate the old Baltimore Power Plant. What Goddard and his team of ex-Disney Imagineers dreamt up was an incredible Victorian-inspired themed experience that would become one of Baltimore’s can’t-miss attractions. In this early sketch by legend Herb Ryman, we see the initial vision of a vibrant, lively waterfront structure with enticing lighting, architecture and detailing. Six Flags unfortunately shot down much of the work that the team envisioned, and it would kick-off an unsteady relationship that would ultimately lead to the project’s demise.

Art ©️The Goddard Group

anonymous asked:

In Sue Klebold's book she says they made eye contact with people locked in the rooms. They knew there were people hiding in the toilets, why did not they kill?

That’s a question I really can’t answer. It definitely did happen. They saw the kids in the classrooms. I’ve always wondered why too. It makes you think were they really not in it to kill as many as possible? But then again they really never planned on going into the library too. They just happened to come across it. It was never in their plan. If their plan had followed through, the library would’ve collapsed along with the commons from the bombs. So their plan turned to shit, they didn’t really know what to do. Disoriented from the shotgun kickback to the nose from Eric too, they were just wandering aimlessly around shooting walls and lockers. The two of them were kind of on a high. Their minds weren’t clear.

I remember reading also somewhere they didn’t go into the classrooms for fear of getting jumped. But let’s go into further analysis:

Maybe their adrenaline was wearing off as they walked back up to the library, reality was hitting in. Remorse possibly? I doubt it. I think they made their way back up to the library to shoot more. Since that was their most clustered group of victims, most fatal location. The survivors in that library escaped, I don’t think they expected to walk back into the library and see no one but the dead.

Ammo was running low towards the end, it’s in the data. I truly don’t think it’s remorse because even at the end they were shooting at ambulances and still trying to set off those bombs. It wasn’t a change of heart.

They also saw cops arriving more and more outside, maybe they saw their time running slim and wanted to make sure they had time to kill themselves. That was the point no?

Maybe they just saw it as the end and it wasn’t worth going into every classroom. The school was relatively empty, part of the ‘comedown’ could’ve been their recognition of their failure and unfulfilled goals. Disappointment.

Or quite possibly they realized it didn’t really live up to their expectations? That ties into shooting the halls, pushed the catastrophe image further. Specifically Eric who wanted to blow up the school. The disappointment factor again.

This comedown, maybe some feelings came back? This makes me think of Eric crying on the tapes about his friends from NY. Still I don’t think it was a change of heart. Take away that “Godlike” image from the adrenaline that they were so bent on feeling, both were left stripped still with the fact nothing changed the feelings they were feeling before.

Killing others didn’t change anything. I think they thought it would. I feel maybe after this comedown they realized the same feelings of hurt still lied there and nothing would change it. They were so fixated on the thought that killing others in this revenge style would change that. It really didn’t. Maybe that’s where they decided just to end things.

Portrait of the drum corps of an unidentified Union regiment posing in an encampment during the American Civil War, c. 1860′s. Attributed to Mathew Brady.

Source: National Archives and Records Administration.