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Legit Tip #187

or - “Creating a More Organic Flow in Your Storytelling”

Let’s say you’re writing a paper, and you want to connect point A in history to point B. To explain how those two points are connected, you would need to focus keenly on the flow of that essay, showing how events throughout time led from one thing to another. 

You want - no, need - this kind of organic flow in your storytelling as well. Practically speaking, it keeps readers from wondering - “Wait, how did we end up here?” But even beyond that, it keeps things moving. It keeps the action going. It keeps your reader’s eyes moving across the page. 

And for you, as a writer, knowing how to use flow to your advantage keeps you writing. I’m not saying it’s a magical end-all and be-all for writer’s block, but learning how flow in storytelling works can do a lot to keep you moving when you know what’s coming next and all you need is to get there.

So, an important question - 

What are common storytelling roadblocks?

That is, what are the types of thing that stop the flow of stories? That break up the action and stop readers in their tracks when they come across them? Here are a few to consider.

1. Epiphanies

Yeah, okay. Characters suddenly realize things sometimes. That’s grand. But when characters have epiphanies out of nowhere, with nothing leading up to it, readers are left with a whole lot of “What?” 

Amateur writers use the method of “Suddenly she realized…” a lot when they need something to happen. It gives the character new information without the writer having to go through the trouble of delivering the information through other means. 

2. Time and Place Changes

Okay, bear with me. Changes in time and place are necessary for any story. But it interrupts the flow of a story badly when these transitions aren’t handled well, even from scene to scene or chapter to chapter. As you open in a new time or place, go through the effort to reestablish what put your characters in this position, why they’re here, etc. 

Or, and this is an important “or”, drop hints, foreshadow, etc., in the text beforehand to keep the flow going. Allow for some sense of connection. This is most important when time and place changes within a scene, but can still be useful to remember in other contexts.

3. Mood Shifts

I’m not talking about a specific character’s mood shifting. I’m talking about mood shifts within scenes - i.e., the way a scene changes when something happens and people react to it. The flow can be severely interrupted if a writer doesn’t take the time to flow into the “new” mood. Take a death scene, for example. 

In the middle of a battle, Character A is suddenly stricken down while his friends and family watch. Do things become instantly sad? Probably not, if people are still fighting. The writer needs to proceed with caution. Take time to let the impact settle in. Let the characters finish what must be done (as in, finish the fight.) Then they can gather around the fallen. Then the narrator can let the mood shift to a more somber tone. From fast-paced to frozen-in-time shock to sadness rather than immediately to sadness. That’s how flow works in instances like these. 

There are plenty more roadblocks. Think about anything that can disrupt a story’s pacing. Look for these words - 

  • Suddenly
  • Immediately
  • At once
  • He/she “realized”
  • Etc.

I’m not saying these immediately indicate bad flow. But look around them and you might notice places where you can build on the story to create better flow. 

Let’s get back to the idea of the character epiphany, for example. 

“She realized he had been lying to her.”

Right. So… how did she realize this? What did she remember? What did she sense about the way he’s speaking to her now? How does she feel having this realization? 

There is so much you can do to connect the thing that causes the realization to her having the epiphany that there’s no need to simply drop that bomb. 

So there you have it. I hope that this helps give you some ideas on what you can do to improve the flow in your own storytelling!

Just for one night (Yoongi Smut)

idk what this is, I literally don’t even know what this is, I just wanted to write it. But enjoy <3

You didn’t know what it was that made you do such daring things. Maybe all the liquor you had so irresponsibly consumed or maybe it was how caught up in your emotions you got. Perhaps it was the way his eyes burned into your skin as he watched you from across the room. This little game of cat and mouse having been going on since you arrived into one of the most secluded bars in Seoul. Your senses were more alert tonight, your heart rate steadily increasing with each shot you consumed. Your mind blurred, images of everything and nothing running through your head. You were stressed, it was too much to get your hands on at once, how could something so beautiful become so boring, so dull and lifeless? Had your love been a lie this whole time? And the poor fool actually thought you both were doing better than ever, but was it for his or your parents sake? Sighing you shook your head side to side letting the tips of your silky hair press against your face. You didn’t want to think about that tonight, no you wanted to forget. You needed a distraction and a great one. Eyes dancing up and cascading over to the figure that had been recently watching you, your eyes took him in as he downed his own shot asking for another round. He hair dark black hair blue highlights on the top part. He wasn’t much on the muscles but that wasn’t to say he didn’t look attractive because he did. Seductive and mysterious. His long nimble fingers grabbing at the clear shot glass knocking it back once again letting the bitter liquor quench his thirst for a moment. The burn that felt so good was how you looked at it. He was wearing nothing overly fancy, skin tight gray skinny jeans a black leather jacket and from what you could see little white fabric poked out from the back of his jacket giving you the imagination that maybe he had on a white shirt. Too caught up in checking him from head to toe you didn’t notice the way he watched you check him out. Not leaving you far from his sight watching you from the corner of his eye. Tilting his head slightly he waited for you to look up looking his eyes dead on yours, a cocky smirk plastered across his pink lips.

You sat up straight shifting in your seat. Hands moving to fumble with your small phone wallet so that you could pull your card out only to be stopped as the male bartender looked at you. “Drinks on him.” Your eyes moved to the line of fire, seeing the same attractive male turn up another shot giving you a wink before he looked off. Your head swam with thoughts, inappropriate thoughts. Like how it would feel to have his fingers plunging in and out of your wetness. How hard he could possibly fuck you against the wall. Sighing softly, you tried to think of something else, this wasn’t like you cheating wasn’t you. Lifting your head slowly your eyes shifted taking everything in. The thick smoke of weed that lingered throughout the place, the strippers dancing on the pole swinging around the silver material making their ends meet for tonight. The other cheaters that were there after their 9-5 just waiting to get a quick fuck and go back home to their lovers as if nothing happened. Nothing here was interesting to you anymore, it became boring like home so why not go back there?

Hopping out of your chair you smiled to the male bidding him goodnight. Staggering slightly, you walked outside, finding your feet as if you were a toddler walking for the first time again. Groaning you had a right mind to take off your heels, but it made your ass look good in your dress. Making your way outside the cool air whipped across your skin kissing you in a welcome as the bright lights from the street lights welcomed you. Placing your hand against the wall you gave yourself time to calm down from the throbbing headache that seemed to die down now that the fog of the club was gone. Walking off from your spot you were going to walk to the street and catch a cab. A hand reached out to grab your wrist pulling you backwards. Instantly a smile spread across your cherry red lips letting the male drag you backwards because you were certain who he was. He pulled you back until you were in the middle of the alley, it wasn’t dark enough for no one not to see you but it wasn’t light to where you would get caught instantly either. He looked down at you, inspecting you for some time. Even up close while he was looking at you with smoldering eyes you could tell he was indeed attractive, his soft scented cologne hitting your senses and causing your face to lean forward wanting to smell more of him. Opening your mouth, you were going to say something until he pressed his finger against your lips. Looking up at him, you paused for a second not getting his memo, but then his lips were pressing against yours. His body against yours holding you against the wall, soft sighs of pleasure escaping your lips as you kissed him back. His hands moved from up by your neck downwards through the dip of your breast, cupping your braless chest he fondled you through the thin black material that you were wearing. Your legs buckled lightly from his touch, his hands rough and unforgiving as he flicked his fingers against your perky nipples causing the flesh to harden under his touch. His lips kept pressing against yours setting a rhythm of the kiss. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth welcoming in his pink tongue that roamed freely in your mouth. He sucked and tugged on your tongue trying to pull it into his mouth as his teeth occasionally nibbled on the flesh. One leg sliding in between yours, he ground himself against you and his tight pants left nothing to the imaginary. His half hard bulge poking against your lower stomach as his hands moved to grip at the hems of your dress sliding it a little bit. Groaning you reached for his hands, some part of your mind still trying to fight it. The male still tried to tug up your dress, your hands going to grab at his hands causing him to pull back for air giving you a questioning look.

“I can’t.” You simply uttered shaking against him, you could feel how hard he had gotten but you couldn’t do this here. Not like this.

“Can’t or won’t?” He asked, his deep raspy voice sounding a bit rough from the liquor he had consumed.

“I-“ You paused thinking about it for a while, confused within yourself. The male leaned his head into the crook of your neck inhaling your scent, his tongue dancing across your flesh instantly finding spots that would make you moan gently from him. He smirked against your skin, his hand moving to pin both of yours above your head, his free hand reaching under your dress to tug your panties down roughly to your knees. Almost ripping the fabric in half, it caused you to moan out from the rough treatment, the way he looked up at you was a clear warning that he would give you all you were looking for if you kept moaning like that. His fingers crept up the inside of your thighs igniting your skin with puckering bumps along your flesh. An arch of your body following as you squirmed in his hold. He took his time raising his hand up your leg, pressing his fingers to cup at your pussy. Rubbing it slowly he watched you, his eyes burning into yours as his long slender finger found your clit. Slowly he stroked the bud in a circle, your legs shaking lightly you chewed on your bottom lip trying to stop from moaning out since you didn’t even know his name. The male rested his forehead against yours, teasing your clit until he could feel the wetness start to seep on his hand.

“Do you always get so wet for random men?” He mocked tapping his finger against your clit. You shook your head side to side voice failing you. “Good.” He smirked crookedly slipping his finger slowly down your slit until he was teasing your entrance.

“Do you always fuck random girls?” You countered and he shoved his finger deep inside of your burying it to the hilt.

“Only when they are pretty.” He said simply. You couldn’t tell if he was joking with you or not, some part of you felt bad you wanted to feel special like in all of those cheesy movies, but who the hell were you kidding? He could see the different thoughts in your mind, wanting to change them he slipped his ring finger inside of you as well. Thrusting it in and out of you slowly watching as your hips reacted to his touch sliding down onto his fingers. Your head rolled back and you told yourself to just enjoy it squeezing lightly around his fingers that were curving and plunging deeper into your heat. He smirked leaning down to suck on your breast through your dress, he moved his hand from your wrist to pull your dress towards the middle of your breast freeing them on each side. A growl erupted from his lips his fingers pinching and playing with your sensitive skin he loved to hear how you whined for him. Latching his lips onto your plump breast he flicked his tongue against your heated skin trying to get your breast to ache with need. His free hand kneading your other breast and his fingers pumped faster inside of your pussy, his thumb rubbing over your clit. You were in complete ecstasy the thrill of getting caught only making this more daring and fun, something you had been missing for a while. The male switched his mouth to the other side sucking on your nipple like a baby in feeding pulling back to bit onto the bud lightly. He could hear the squelching wet sounds of his fingers plunging in your heat causing him to move his fingers from inside of you. He licked the clean eyeing you before he turned you around the wall. Dragging you away from it he pressed his hand down against the lower part of your back holding you in place. His hand making quick work of unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out through the opening he spread his legs and yours rubbing his dick up and down your wet slit slowly. Leaning over you with his chest to your back he nipped on your ear as he pressed his tip against your entrance.

“Yoongi.” Was all he said before he snapped his hips forward burying himself into your wet walls. Your mouth flew open as a cry of pleasure escaped, and quickly you were bringing your hand up to your mouth so that you could keep yourself quiet and not get caught. Yoongi held onto your hips, biting his lips as he looked at your plump ass. He pulled out until only the tip was left in before he was slamming back into you at a slow pace pulling out to keep doing the same thing over and over again. His nails dug into your flesh as he pounded into your walls, the wetness from your pussy sliding down his thick shaft landing onto his balls. His eyes glued to how he slipped in and out of you, he couldn’t get enough you were so wet and so warm, fitting him in the deepest ways possible. He stretched you out marking your pussy as his for just this time only. Groaning he shifted to lift you up, pressing you against the wall, one of his hands lifted your leg, the underside of your knee resting into the crook of his arm as he pounded harder into you. Your panties were being stretched and you knew they were tore in some areas but you could care less. You wouldn’t have cared in this moment if anyone came out and wanted to record you. He made you feel so good, his hips rotating and pushing harder against yours, his balls slapping against your pussy as he slammed inside of you.

“Yoongi, fuck please harder.” You whimpered out for him, he reached a hand up roughly pulling your head back by your hair making it rest against your chest.

“You want me to go harder? Tell me whose slut are you?” He asked watching you with dark eyes.

“I’m yours!” You didn’t miss a beat while answering.

“And whose pussy is this?” He asked you again and without fail you answered.

“It’s yours Yoongi! Shit it’s all yours just please, please fuck me Yoongi please.” You were close to sobbing from how much you wanted him and he obliged. Shifting his hips, he built up speed slamming into you as hard and fast as he could angling his thrusts until he found your spot. Slamming into you once you cried out for him to press there. His name falling off your lips like a mantra. Your eyes rolled back, body becoming drenched with sweat and your makeup smeared. Yoongi loved it watching your face as you contorted it in pleasure. You tried to warn him how close you were but the tightening of your pussy and how your legs shook told him all he needed to know. Slipping his hand down he rubbed at your clit until you were trying your hardest to hold your cries of pleasure in, tears streaking down your face and body writhing against the wall you came hard for him, your orgasm sweeping through you like a tidal wave. Your wetness continuing to trickle down your parted thighs as he fucked it out of you. Yoongi groaned burying his face in your neck, slamming deep into you until he was ready to cum.

“Can I?” He asked and you nodded your head okaying him to cum inside of you. He bit onto your shoulder with a soft growl as his own orgasm rocked through his body shooting thick ropes of his white cum into your pussy. You took deep breaths taking it in letting some of it spill out of you. Yoongi held you close until you both were calmed down.

He pulled out of you a few minutes later hearing voices start to swarm around you he knew that soon for the most part everyone would be going home. He was used to this after all. Helping you get dressed Yoongi turned you around leaning close to press one last kiss against your lips slipping away with a teasing wink. You stare at him watching him slip back into the club to possibly pick up another victim and how you wished in that moment that he would just stay with you. Sighing you pushed from the wall hauling a cab and going home, the ride was short, it seemed shorter than what it usually did. Your hands fidgeting with your phone wallet and your keys. Once you were at the house you paid the fare to the cab and got out, walking towards your car, you got into the driver seat changing from your clubbing dress to a more formal one. You combed your hair and removed your makeup with makeup wipes. Smiling widely at your reflection you pulled your ring from the cup holder and walked towards your home, going to take a shower.

A few hours later strong arms wrapped around you from behind causing you to roll over and stare up into your fiance’s eyes. He nuzzled his nose with yours and you gave into him, holding onto him as if you hadn’t wiped away every ounce of trust between the two of you, falling asleep and trying to shake your mind of the handsome stranger you pulled your lover closer to you blacking out for the night.

Don’t Leave Me

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Pairing: John x Reader, Dean
Word count: 1,212

Part 4 of Winchester Losses

Feeling you shift against him, he pulled you close, enjoying the scent of your shampoo. “John, did you remember to give the boys the alarm passcode?” You asked, half-asleep.

“Uh….” He thought. “I don’t remember.”

You sighed and opened your eyes enough to reach over to your nightstand and grab your phone. “You’re going to start taking less hours at the garage, Mr. Winchester.” You shot him a teasing look.

John watched you as you quickly texted, enjoying your bedhead. You were on your back, as gorgeous as ever. “How’d I get so damn lucky?” He grinned as you blushed.

Putting your phone back, you turned to face him. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in the motel with you, but he figured that must have been some strange dream. “I’ve asked myself every day since we met.” You kissed him gently.

His lips moved against yours, his hand on your lower back. “What time are they getting here?” His voice was low, and you knew the look in his eyes well.

“They’ll be here about lunchtime.” You reminded him. “Sam and Jess are getting here early, though. I’m running to the store with her for some last minute things, and you and Sam can start the grill.” John groaned lightly, knowing that him and Sam butted heads like there was no tomorrow. “John Winchester, that is your son, and he’s excited that the little boy they’re adopting will be here next week. He wants to celebrate with his family.” You told him firmly, watching him smirk at you getting all riled up.

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anonymous asked:

If the person who pointed the gun at soma is real the real!ciel, don't you think it is weird, that soma wasn't confused about the ciel not wearing an eyepatch? its significant to our!ciel, so shouldn't be the first things to say be "where is your eyepatch? did your eye heal? how?" and not "hurry, or I'll eat the dessert without you!" and "do you have a fever?" or sth like that

That is a very good point and to my shame I have to admit that I didn’t even think about this. ;^^ So thanks for bringing it up. I guess if it is the twin he might have put on an eye patch in order to look exactly like our Ciel. But since he put a gun to Soma’s head pretty much immediately after entering it doesn’t seem as if he wanted to pretend like he was our Ciel (unless it was in order to get in).

So yes, if that person really was the twin and he didn’t wear the eye patch Soma should have noticed and commented on that. Hmm, I’ve thought and talked so much about the identity of that person with the gun. Somehow, nothing really makes sense. The twin seemed like the most likeliest explanation because of Agni’s reaction when seeing that photo (and who else could be on that photo who would shock Agni like that?). But even with the twin, things don’t quite make sense in some regards. Maybe I’m really missing something here. I just hope it won’t be a plot hole in the end and that we’ll finally know for certain in the next chapter.

anonymous asked:

I understand that people connecting everything you do to your brother can be annoying but like...he's the famous one? people only know you because of him? what did you expected honestly

she’s gotten a serious leg up because of her last name and who her brother is and i get that that’s just how things work (that’s true of every single 1d sibling who wants to pursue a career in the public eye/in media) but that doesn’t give her a free pass to just shit all over the fans whenever she wants.


Tony Stark's Daughter-Part four

Readers POV
“I’ll just leave you two to it” Bucky said giving me a reassuring smile before walking out the door. As soon as he left dad walked over to me and hugged me, I hugged him back; both of us close to tears.

“I’ve missed you so much,Y/N/N.” Dad said as he hugged me tighter.

“I missed you too, dad” I replied, trying not to burst into tears. We sat there for a while just hugging, and then dad was questioning me about all of the things that Hydra had done to me over the years. I could see how dad was reacting whilst I was telling him the information, he blamed himself, I could see it in his eyes.

“Don’t blame yourself, dad, it’s not your fault" I said in a comforting tone, he just nodded and smiled at me; but I knew that the smile was fake and that he still blamed himself..

“So you with Barnes?” Dad asked, changing the subject.

“It’s complicated” I said with a chuckle in my voice

“Complicated hmm?” Dad said raising an eyebrow as a smirk appeared on his face.

I was just about to answer him when there was a knock at the door.

“Tony,” I looked up to see one of my dad’s oldest friends, Rhodey.

“We need you downstairs” dad nodded.

“Get some rest kiddo” he said as he kissed my forehead and hugged me one last time before exiting the room along with Rhodey.

Time skip-a few hours later
I woke with a  start, my breathing was fast and sweat was running down my face ‘great’ I thought to myself as I stood up from the bed and looked in the mirror that was by the door; I looked terrible…I usually ended up looking like this after a nightmare. This nightmare was the same as all the others,, and they all had one thing in common Hydra….I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard shouting coming from downstairs, so I quietly walked downstairs and saw my dad arguing with a guy with blonde hair, I’ve seen him before, it was Captain America. They were arguing about something called the accords.

“We’ve already signed the accords Steve, they want us to bring you in, we don’t have a choice in this,” my dad shouted.

“You hand us over and they’ll shove us in prison! God knows what they’d do to Bucky” Steve shouted back.

“Bucky isn’t my problem, and if we bring you in now none of you will end up in prison!” My dad retorted.

“It wouldn’t just be Bucky though, it’d be Y/N too!” As Steve said that, my dad hit him.

“Don’t bring my daughter into this, she has nothing to do with this,” dad said as Rhodey pulled him always from Steve.

“Yes she does, she’s the same as Buck!” Steve said anger filling his voice. And that’s when I entered the room, I could see the anger in my dad’s eyes, but they soon softened when they saw me. Everyone went quiet and they all avoided looking at me, especially Steve obviously regretting what he had previously said.

“Y/N, you were meant to be resting” my dad said a he walked over to me.

“I was…But it’s kinda hard to sleep when you’re all shouting” I remarked. “What are you all arguing about anyway?” I asked, but no one answered me, everyone just looked at my dad not knowing what else to do.

“Dad?” I asked but he just shook his head.

“It doesn’t doesn’t concern you, kiddo, just go back upstairs” dad said as he tried to get me out of the room.

“No dad, I want to know” I said not moving.

“Y/N,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Now” he said in a stern voice. But I still didn’t move. And then I felt arms around my waist behind me, picking me up and moving me from the room and back upstairs. And then I saw it was Bucky.

“What the hell, Buck?!” I said trying to get past him.

“Doll, this is not something that you wanna be apart of trust me,” he said looking at me, his eyes pleading with me to calm down.

“Bucky, please just tell me what’s going on” I said calming down.

“It’s a long story, doll.” He sighed.

“I got time” I replied, sitting down on the bed, he just smirked and sat down next to me.

Tonys POV
“You know he’s right, Tony” Nat said.

“Yeah, but we signed the accords Nat….what are we gonna do, we can’t just unsign them” I sighed.

“We’re gonna go into hiding” Cap said, motioning to his team.“You could come with us” he added.

“We’d be breaking the law..” Rhodey said.

“Well….I’ve never been one to follow the rules” I said, nodding to Cap.

“Well then, let’s get going before they find us” Cap said, as Bucky and Y/N entered the room.

Third person POV
Next to the abandoned  house the team were at, there was a forest, and within this forest there was a group  of agents…Hydra agents..

Sir, I’ve found them,” one of the agents said down a phone as he saw the avengers leave the house.

“Follow them, and when you get the chance get Barnes and the little Stark,” said a voice over the phone.

Tag list: @flammy-whater @cinema212 @agentmstark @confidentcorgi @arabellaaurorabarnes

Someone give me a fic where Lena just keeps teasing Kara every time they see each other, like she’ll whisper in Kara’s ear as she passes her, how she looks very cute in her dress that day, or “your lipstick suits you today, makes them pop” she winks and sashays off. Or Lena would intentionally keep dropping things in front of Kara and Kara just losing her fucking mind and saying fuck it one day before leaving Lena’s office and just “this has been going on for too long, rao I can’t take this do you want me to kiss you?!” And Lena just slowly closes the gap between them, stare at Kara’s eyes, smirks and says, “yes” kind of like daring her but what she doesn’t anticipate is Kara actually doing it and now Lena’s office is a mess, the things on her table are now on the floor and she’s pretty sure Kara’s the reason why there’s a huge chunk of the table gone where Kara had grab hold.

Request: “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.” With Lin/Reader ~ @colbertandlin-manuel

Masterlist | Request!

You were working on the script for the new movie you were writing. Your agent said you had to have it to her in four days. Knowing yourself and how you procrastinate, you decided to start early. You only planned to work on it for an hour or so, but once you started you couldn’t stop. The click-clacking of keys was the only thing heard through your small apartment.

“Baby, you’ve been working all day!” Lin whined from his spot on the couch. “Come cuddle.”

“Lin, I can’t,” you told him, not taking your eyes away from your computer screen.

He walked over to you and put his hands on your shoulders. He massaged them and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Take a break,” Lin said, quoting his own work.

“I have to get this draft to Jennifer, I can’t stop ’til I get this draft to Jennifer,” you smiled smugly.

“You’re so sarcastic!” he grumbled and made his way back to the couch.

“I am your wife!” you shot back.

“Y/N, it’s 12 o’clock in the morning.” Lin told you, irritation present in his voice. “Please come to bed.”

“Lin, I have to finish this one scene then I’ll come to bed,” you said.

“You said that four scenes ago!” he said.

You just ignored him and continued to type.

“Well, I’m going to back to sleep,” he said, quoting more of his work.

“Best of husbands and best of men,” you said apathetically.

That’s when he got fed up. He walked over and closed your laptop screen.

“Hey!” you exclaimed.

“It’s Google Docs, it saves automatically! Now, come to bed!” he said.

You surrendered. The thought of being snuggled up with him was enough for you to stop everything. You followed him to the bedroom and got under the covers. As soon as you cuddled against him you were out like a light.

You felt Lin shift underneath you, and it with was enough to wake you up.

“’Morning, sleeping beauty,” he said softly.

“’Morning,” you replied groggily. “I’m hungry.”

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you,” he said.

“My draft!” you remembered and shot up off the bed.

“That’s another reason why I didn’t wake you,” Lin began, “I knew the first thing you would do was rush off to go write.”

You looked at your husband. He was frowning and you absolutely hated seeing that. You immediately felt bad; after all, all he wanted to do was spend time with you.

“Mi rey, don’t pout. I’m sorry,” you cooed as you caressed his cheeks. “how about I make chocolate chip pancakes and then we can rewatch ‘The West Wing?’”

“With whipped cream?” he asked, looking up at you with a childlike glint in his eyes.

“They’re not chocolate chip pancakes without whipped cream!” you chuckled and led him into the kitchen.

Your draft could wait.

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Your eyes stole all my words away…

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anonymous asked:

Hey Ally, do you think day dreaming and manifesting are the same thing? If not, how do you think they differ?

In my eyes, they’re very different. Daydreaming is passive, while manifesting is active, something conscious and deliberate. When daydreaming we are just letting our imaginations wander wherever they please, we could be re-enacting old memories or envisaging  a horrific tragedy - whereas manifesting (to me) is about making your dreams a reality, things you actively want to happen. 

When manifesting, I do it in present-tense, giving gratitude as if these events have already occurred, while daydreaming you could be thinking about the future or remembering the past, freely exploring any potential creative idea.

However I do think daydreaming can help you to manifest, if you’re thinking about something all day then you’re likely to bring that into your conscious life and strive to make it a reality too x

anonymous asked:

It's your larrimation/SAO&VocabL. otp anon and I need to know all the thoughts on the thing that Harry aka dramatic baby Mick Ziggy Starboy just shabammed on us with a 30 sec. advert? recorded on someone's phone? off of the tv? And then he's wet? And eyes? And Xavier Dolan? Maybe? He just released the kracken. I was not ready.



Now…let’s pretend this is a story all about how Harold’s life got flipped-turned upside down, and I’d like to take a minute…DONT YOU DARE SMIRK…to show you what happens after he drowns at Dunkirk

Time for a new start, new art, goodbye smoke and mirrors, he leaving the dark

got that light ahead Harry, you’re making us wary, could this new path of yours be revolutionary?

reach out and grab it, the past is the past. What a visual metaphor for a true iconoclast

He sees beyond him, but what does he do? Stay in the dark or fukin COME THROUGH?


we see you Hersh and your soul-snatching greens

april 7th we’ll know what this afterlife means. 

Frenemies//Part 5

A/N: Reposting this on the new account, I’ll be uploading the other parts later. 

Originally posted by jevislanuit

Spencer sat on the small couch unable to take his eyes off of you. Just last night you we’re sleeping in his arms, your head resting on his chest. Remembering the small details was the only thing was keeping him sane at the moment.

After the shock of finding you on the floor in a puddle of your own blood. After the breakdown, in the hospital in front of everyone in the team came the guilt of not being there to protect you. But the only thing he could feel was regret, regret for not admitting his feelings for you sooner.

How many more nights like the one before could there have been? Would he even get the chance to have another? The doctor explained to everyone just how lucky you we’re, how the three bullets could made far more damage than they had done.

Now was the tough part; waiting for you to wake up. Spencer closed his eyes for just a couple of seconds, finding some kind peace in the darkness of his own thoughts. It wasn’t long before he heard you scream, “NO, STOP!”

Spencer rushed to your side, “Y/N! Hey it’s okay, it’s Spencer.”

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking quickly trying to make sense of the blurry figure in front of you, “Hey you” Spencer said as tears filled his eyes.

“Spence” your voice was barely a whisper, “Spencer what happened?”

“Stephen Meyers was in the kitchen, he shot you, twice in your leg. Morgan, Morgan got there before me and Hotch”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve seen him, I should’ve been more careful”

“No, no don’t please don’t blame your self, Y/N. You’re going to be okay and that’s all that matters”

Spencer leaned down to kiss your forehead, “Woah, take it easy love birds!”, Morgan said as he walked in holding two styrofoam boxes.

“You know it’s gonna be while before y'all can even get it on that cast is going to make it difficult”

“Well I’m going to take a wild guess and say Morgan knows more than he should” you said slightly embarrassed.

“Oh it is not just Morgan honey”,you heard JJ say, “Or just me it’s everyone including Garcia, she’s expecting some answers”

“Either way I won the bet” Emily said playfully punching Morgan.

“What bet?” you said confused.

“We all bet on how long it would take for you guys to finally make up, well more like make out. It was just a matter of time” Morgan couldn’t help with laugh.

“Or a matter of an ‘accidental’ hotel reservation with one bed” Emily said winking at you and Spencer.

Things To Do For Your Daddy When He’s Sad

* Sing to him.
.* Cuddle him
* Snuggle him.
* Listen to music with him.
* Read him a story.
* Make him hot chocolate.
* Let him borrow your favorite stuffie.
* Tell him how handsome he is.
* Tell him how much he means to you.
* Inform him of all the great and wonderful things he’s done recently.
* Compliment him on things he’s been working hard on recently (No matter how small).
* Feed the EGO Beast!
* Hold his hand.
* Rub the side of his face and stare into his eyes.
* Hold his head to your chest so he can hear how your heart beats for him.
* Let him use your lap as a pillow.
* Don’t force him to do anything even standing up.
* Brush his hair out of his face.
* Kiss his tears away.
* Hug him from behind and refuse to let go.
* If he tries walking away hug his leg tightly.
* Rub his back and his shoulders.
* Bake him cookies or other sweets.
* Don’t let him drink/smoke his sorrow away.
* Shower with him.
* Bathe with him.
* Have him color something pretty with you.
* Paint his nails if he’ll let you.
* Take a nap with him and hold him close.
* Cook his favorite meal.
* Buy him a new video game/something he likes.
* Make him a card.
* Love him unconditionally.

A Daddy can get sad too, they aren’t emotionless. It’s okay for a Daddy to cry, its okay for anybody to cry! Be there for your Daddy just as much as they are for you. Without a Daddy where are we littles? Nowhere without them, that’s where. A small gesture or the right action can mean the world to them <3 We littles hate being alone. No matter how tough or strong your Daddy is; Never leave them alone as well.


today was the day i was finally going to talk to you. but then i remembered you blocked me. so i can’t. i finally got my thoughts together and i was going to tell you that i care about you so much and i missed talking to you. i was going to tell you how much you meant to me and that i was sorry i was so sad and negative all the time. but i guess it doesn’t matter anymore. everyone tells me to just move on and that we were just a “thing” and it wasn’t even real. i can’t just move on from you. i don’t know how to move on without talking to you. i can’t keep making weird eye contact with you everyday and talking to your friends and daydreaming about you. i don’t know what to do anymore. please talk to me.


kigamin  asked:

3, 6, 16, 18, 22!

3: name 3 underrated fic authors in your fandom
I am terrible at measuring fandom barometers of popularity, so I’m just going to pull 3 I think you should check out: autumnpen, shadowling, and caseyvalhalla

6: fic you’d recommend to new people in fandom
I tend to go for in-canon things first, so five in-canonverse things to read:

16: first fic you remember reading in the fandom you’re in?
probably the predatory wasp. WHAT A GOOD FIC

18: a detail you’re really proud of in one of your fics
hmmmm. I kind of laugh a lot at how gon describes killua’s eyes via stupidly poisonous things in the first section of guns and roses, which I accomplished by googling “prettiest blue snake” and hoping for the best.

22: writing with music or without?
with! usually something without words in a language I understand, but I just spent an entire writing session listening to the jjba themes on repeat, so…

ask me about fic!

Tag Thing

I was tagged by @hell–hammer
thank you 🖤

1. How tall are you?
5'4 anD A HALF
2. What color and style is your hair?
Dark brown with blonde tips (I had ombré hair in like 7th grade and it still hasn’t fully grown out.) I don’t really have a “hairstyle”. It’s just a big untamable mop
3. What color are your eyes?
4. Do you wear glasses?
Yes and I am almost blind without them
5. Do you have braces?
No. Hopefully I’ll never have to get them
6. What is your fashion sense?
I don’t know???? I wear the same flannel almost every day
7. Do you have any siblings?
I have a have a sister who’s like five years older than me
8. What kind of student are you?
The kind who tries their best and still fails :/
9. What are your favorite subjects?
None anymore, but I used to love art
10. What are your favorite tv shows?
The X-files, Always sunny, Ahs, and Game of thrones
11. Favorite book?
Fight club
12. Favorite pastimes?
Playing bass and daydreaming about my demise :^)))))
13. Any regrets?
There are a lot of things I’ve said out of impulse that I wish I didn’t. I’ve lost a lot of friends due to my lack of filter :(
14. What is your dream job?
Musician. I mean I guess I already am but it would be nice if I could make a living off if it.
15. Do you want to get married?
It really depends on my future, but yes I would eventually like to spend the rest of my life with someone.
16. Do you want to have kids and how many?
I wanna raise dogs. As many as I’m allowed to own.
17. How many countries have you visited?
I went to mexico when I was fairly young. That’s it.

I tag @freezingmo0n @musta–krakish @statisticdeath @coffiin @mcr-scenester-plur

Positive things about the SU fandom

- Low quality screenshots of a character in the background captioned ‘reblog if u agree’

- Those harmless ships that get little attention but have a few super dedicated fans

- Random posts at 3AM that just say “i love [character] so much??” like they were sitting there thinking how much they love that character and made a post about it. So pure

- The livebloggers

- Old fans interacting peacefully with new fans

- THEORIES. The simple ones, the complex ones, the ones that open your eyes, the ones that are really reaching – they all had thought put into them and you know that each one had that ‘oh!’ moment where they realized something new

- Fans with differing OTPs supporting eachother

- The pro-redemption crowd

- That strangely peaceful steady stream of content during a hiatus

- The entire community getting super excited on the day a new episode is gonna air. Like you can just feel it radiating around you

This fandom has it’s fair share of demons, but at the end of the day, there’s really somethin’ special about this fanbase.

Ask me things

1. What’s your middle name? 

2. What are you listening to right now? 

3. What was the last thing you ate? 

4. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? 

5. Do you drink? 

6. Do you smoke? 

7. What is the first thing you noticed in someone? 

8. What is your hair color? 

9. What is your eye color? 

10. Do you wear contacts/glasses? 

11. Dogs or cats? 

12. What’s your favorite animal? 

13. What’s your favorite television show? 

14. What’s your favorite movie? 

15. What’s your favorite band/singer? 

16. How old are you? 

17. Do you have a crush on anyone? 

18. What’s your sexual orientation? 

19. What’s your favorite color? 

20. What was your most embarrassing moment? 

 21. Do you ever wish you were someone else? 

 22. What were you like when you were a kid? 

23. What would your dream house be like? 

24. What last made you laugh? 

25. What is your favorite word? 

26. What is your least favorite word? 

27. What turns you on? 

28. What turns you off? 

29. What is your star sign? 

30. What are your favorite books? 

31. Do you have any siblings? 

32. Do you like to dance?

33. What is your definition of cheating? 

34. Have you ever cheated on someone? 

35. Do you regret anything? 

36. Do you have any phobias? 

37. Ever broken any bones? 

38. Ever come close to death? 

39. What is your religion, if any? 

40. Have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist? 

41. Are looks important in a relationship? 

42. Are you more like your mom or your dad? 

43. What is your favorite season? 

44. Do you have any tattoos? 

45. Do you have any piercings? 

46. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? 

47. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? 

48. Who is your celebrity crush? 

49. Are you a virgin? 

50. Do you get jealous easily? 

51. What is your favorite type of food? 

52. Do you ever want to get married?

53. Who was your first kiss with? 

54. Have you ever been cheated on? 

55. What is your idea of the perfect date? 

56. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? 

57. Do you believe in aliens or life on other planets? 

58. What talent do you wish you’d been born with?

59. What is your saddest memory? 

60. Do you believe in love at first sight? 

61. Do you believe in soul mates?

62. Have you ever dyed your hair? 

63. Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you?

64. Would you go against your moral code for money?

65. What are three things most people don’t know about you? 

66. Who are you jealous of?

67. Do you sleep with a stuffed toy?

68. How long was your longest relationship? 

69. Is the glass half empty or half full?

70. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? 

71. Who is your most loyal friend? 

72. Are you in a relationship?

73. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her? 

74. Are you a bad person? 

75. Are you a lover or a fighter? 

76. What did you do on your last birthday? 

77. What is your favorite quote and why? 

78. If your best friend died, what would you do? 

79. If you had to go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? 

80. If you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do? 

81. What is the strangest dream you’ve ever had? 

82. Are you happier single or in a relationship? 

83. Who were you in a past life? 

84. What is your happiest childhood memory?

85. Have you ever experienced unrequited love? 

86. Have you ever had an imaginary friend? 

87. If you were the president, what would you do? 

88. What is your ideal career? 

89. What is your political affiliation? 

90. Are you conservative or liberal? 

91. Is the male or female body closest to perfection?

92. Do you like kissing in public? 

93. If you could change one thing in the world, what would you change? 

94. Where would you like to live? 

95. Where would you go on your dream vacation?

96. Describe yourself in one word.

97. Describe yourself in one sentence. 

proposal: a Dear Theodosia/Your Obedient Servant mashup starting with YOS’s “deeeeear Alexanderrr” and continuing with “what to say to you-”