how did they write this


Can you believe it!? Because I can’t! Two years. Two incredible and fun filled years! It’s been such an incredible experience being here with you guys. We’ve had good times and bad times (mostly good though.) The joy that you all have brought me these past two years….I honestly don’t even think I can describe it with words. You all have grown with me, comforted me and made me laugh so hard I cried. I can honestly say without a doubt that you guys are my family and I love you so very much. Some of you have been with me since I first started this blog and others came some time later but I love you all just the same.

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Transcript of David on the NBC Sports Show - April 25/17

For those who sent me messages, here ya go!  :)

Note 1: I shortened the questions.

Note 2: Is it just me or does this guy not know how to pronounce DuchoVny?

Q: Are you doing what you went to school to do?

D: Well those programs are not really Fine Arts programs, they’re not writing programs. It’s more like studying to become an academic or a professor and teach literature rather than write it so I don’t know if it’s exactly what I set out to do as a career path, but it certainly was in the ballpark.

Q: How long did it take you to write this book?

D: Well I wrote it as a screenplay over 10 years ago and it kinda has been languishing in a drawer and I decided, after I wrote a novel called Holy Cow a couple of years ago, I realized that I could do it, that I could sustain a novel. That I could write like I thought that I might be able to. I always loved the story and I hadn’t been able to make the movie so I turned it into a novel in about six months probably. The funny thing there’s interest again in making it as a movie so it might turn into that in the end.

Q: Basically asks him if he went with Holy Cow first (which David already said!).

D: They were both ideas that I had conceived of as movies because that’s the business that I’m in. I hadn’t thought of myself as a novelist so Holy Cow was an animated film idea that I had and I decided to do that one first because it felt kind of liberating to kinda write for a younger audience. I felt like I wasn’t being that serious or maybe I might escape some harsh judgement. You know with the fact that I was writing in a genre that might not be taken as seriously as literature and then the Bucky effin Dent was always one of the favorite stories that I have ever come up with. I had the screenplay in a drawer not the novel. Turning anything into a novel from another form is not as simple as it might seem so it did take a while and it grew and it became somewhat different story in the transformation from screenplay to novel.

Q: What did you like so much about making this story?

D: Well you bring up the point. It is set in ‘78 and the charade that Ted the son is able to do for Marty the father which is kind of create this news bubble around him where if the Sox lose they can fake a newspaper or he’s got some tapes on VCR of the Sox winning that he can fool his father. Now obviously in today’s world that would be an impossibility, but when I started to actually think about the nuts and bolts of how and if this guy would be able to fool his father, luckily for me 1978 was the first year that VCRs came out on the market so Ted has a prototype of the VCR and when the Sox lose he’s able to put in a different tape of the Sox winning so that’s how he tries to save his father. But obviously at some point the dad figures out what’s going on and his health deteriorates. There’s a couple of reversals and turns that gets them to the playoff game and the final out and Bucky effin Dent hitting that fateful home run.

Q: How do you feel about what people have said about your work?

D: That particular book was reviewed very well so you know I tend to not read reviews of acting or anything that I do. I prefer not to read reviews, but in the book world it’s kind of a smaller publicity world than obviously movies or television so it’s really review driven so I was interested in reviews hoping that I would get some good reviews so that we could then alert some other people that it was getting good reviews, etc. So I was happy. I was happy that people seem to get what I was trying to do and they were moved by it. My intention in writing the screenplay first and then the novel was to… you really write an old-fashioned book or movie to where you’re moved to laughter and tears. I think that’s the story that I set out to write.

Q: Which one do you do best of the three? (Act, sing or write)

D: I don’t know. I’ve certainly acted longer, or I’ve probably written longer than any of it. But you know, they all come with different sets of challenges. I’d say with music that I’m probably the least developed of any of those things, but then again that brings with it the excitement of learning new things, of being a beginner so I don’t know what I’m best at. I think I enjoy doing them all.

Q: This guy’s got no problems. He’s made it. His life is complete. Am I wrong?

D: Well I mean, it depends, you know. In many ways life is complete but I just- I don’t wanna see it that way. I just see it as, you know, those were like seasons as an athlete, a job that I had. We had a good year, a bad year. But to me life is really about trying the new things and it’s not something about proving myself, but really enjoying myself and continuing to express myself. I also have a family so that completes my life in a completely different way. I’m grateful for the successes I’ve had and yet it’s still fun to try new things and even failure can be a great teacher.

Q: What do you want people to take away from the book.

D: I’d like them to laugh out loud and I’d like them to cry at certain points. I’d like them to have an experience.  Baseball is like… My own son is gonna be a better player than I ever was. He’s got a rocket for an arm. He’s a pitcher. It’s a way to talk about other things, it’s a way to talk about stuff, but communicate and spend time. It’s just kind of a wordless… it’s a long game. It’s a game of silences and it’s a game of lulls. It’s not action-packed. It’s like bursts of action. So there’s a lot of time to talk in between. Even like when I was in high-school, and this was before call-waiting even, this was like when you monopolized your one telephone line, I remember watching a ballgame with a buddy of mine, him on one phone in his apartment in New York and me in my apartment, two hours on the phone mostly silent just watching the game and making the occasional comment. With baseball you can do that.

anonymous asked:

How long did it take you to learn the Arabic writing system and what sources did you use?

I think it took about two months and I used “Mastering Arabic 1″ by Mahmoud Gaafar and Jane Wightwick, Memrise, and this sporcle quiz. To be honest I haven’t had much time for Arabic lately so I think I have to relearn everything. Remembering a script takes active usage. If you don’t use it, you forget it. 

anonymous asked:

How long did it take you to finish eve? Not just writing it and editing it but planning, developing characters and finishing the world itself? I've started a novel last November but it seems as if the planning process is dragging. I'm excited and I just want to write the book but I know if I do, the story itself will be messy considering it's going to be a trilogy. How did you stay motivated to finish the planning part? Did you have any self doubt and if so, how did you deal with it?

1. About 4.5 years.

2. Six months is quite a long time to be in the planning stage.

3. Why would the story be messy just because it’s a trilogy? I’m not understanding that.

4. Motivation is irrelevant. I write because I’m disciplined, not because I’m motivated. Though again, I’ve never experienced a planning stage that lasted six months.

5. All writers have self-doubt. Hell, all people have self-doubt. You pull yourself together and to the work anyway. You can’t let every single hurdle, especially self-imposed ones, prevent you from achieving your goals. 

I’ve got a vlog all about self-doubt if you need to know more.

anonymous asked:

Na3am, There are Muslimeen all over the world who love the Khilafah, even in Dar al Kufr Insha'Allaah Khilafah Baqiyah, Wa Amir ul muimineen, Abu Bakr Al Baghdadi al Quraishi al Hussaini (May Allaah preserve him). What is wrong with Sunni Muslimeen loving those Asa'id ikhwan ul mujahideen who defend Ahlal Sunnah of Anbar wal Shaam? Wallah they did not harm you in your crusader temples in U.S.A occupied Baghdad,,, They did not oppress you. They did not harm nasaara fi Mosul. why they bad?

How the FUCK did ISIS already find this blog?

I’ll write about ISIS more in the future but long-story short, they raped and killed some of my aunts, uncles, and cousins and until recently occupied the part of Iraq where my childhood home is, and where most of my family still lives. If it weren’t for my family living abroad when they took over that town, we would have lived under them too. The only reason we are in Baghdad now is because my parents have a community of friends here and we obviously would not return to ISIS territory.

You’re a pathetic coward. Iraq does not belong to Muslims. It belongs to Iraqis. I can’t wait to move back into my home and step on your hideous flag. Bite me.

anonymous asked:

so im super curious, how did you get the part as JD? did u write the essay to convince the director to let you audition? (I was going to read it before you took it down) if its explained somewhere else and you could link me that would be great srryyyyyy

i wrote the essay to convince my director to consider gender-bending the role at all in the first place! to be honest though, i was planning to audition for JD whether or not i wrote about it. other than that, it was a pretty normal audition and callback process.

smartgirlsaremean  asked:

New fan fiction meme: 43, 50

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you? Oh my gosh TONS. The short list of writers who I adore and who always inspire me: @rose-tylers, @rufeepeach, @mariequitecontrarie@thatravenclawbitch, @zombeesknees@emospritelet, @still-searching47, @thescholarlystrumpet and @thatexactleaf.

50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction? Um, I’ve been writing stories since forever. My mother has a story about a princess and a unicorn that she says I wrote when I was 8. Judging by the vocabulary and handwriting, she’s probably correct. I cannot recall a time when I wasn’t writing or creating. I’ve also been doing Photoshop type stuff since we had our Apple II GS with the COLOR MONITOR. When I got on the internet, I was really into the show X-Files, I discovered the BBS message boards, IRC, and forums, and several of them were devoted to this thing called “fan fiction.” I was 14. I probably shouldn’t have read some of that stuff, but you know. ;) It was just another creative outlet for me, a way to experiment more with writing by using characters I didn’t have to think up or form on my own. They existed and I knew them and I could put them in situations and play around. I loved it and I still love it.

(edited to fix the people that Tumblr decided not to tag like some kind of jerk)

anonymous asked:

I'm crying I really love your masterpiece of a story from the way you write to the plot of the we intertwined its all perfect Raine is my favorite oc ever just watching her character develop was so wonderful and you did it so well & I love how you write iggy. One thing I wanted to point out and ask you is how like when the story starts off we see the two sides ranie and ignis but as the story goes on its like their narrative becomes one in a sense and I loved that! Did u plan that? PS thank you

Aaaaah thank you! And yes, in a sense, it was planned out that way. I wanted it to be more separate at first, and it made sense before their introduction to one another. It was easier to delve into their characters separately, and then as they started to get closer and their soulmate link started to form, to have them become more unified as a couple.

I’m glad you enjoyed the story! Raine and Ignis are my OTP and they made me cry more than once writing about them


can we just take a moment and think about what would’ve happened if Bryan Fuller wrote Sherlock.










(look how fricking excited he is omg)





just let this man write season 5, he’ll fix everything

she persisted
when they tried to enfgulf her in flames
like a phoenix
she rose from the ashes

she persisted
when they tried to silence her
like a banshee
she screamed

she persisted
when they tried to drown her
like a mermaid
she breathed underwater

she persisted
when they threw sticks and stones at her
like a queen
she wore them as a crown

she persisted
when they tried to shoot her down
like a hunter
she fired back

she persisted
when they tried to make her a beta
she showed them
that she was an alpha

—  #ShePersisted
(cc, 2017)
The Engineer and his Bestfriend

-Hunk is a brilliant engineer

-Lance knows this, it’s why he spends hours just just watching Hunk work, keeping him company and telling him that it’s time to go to bed whenever it’s late

-Lately Hunk has been getting ready for the final battle with the Galra, taking inspiration from the trap they created intended for Allura and Coran

-It is a machine that will get its intended target into a never ending black hole, no time loops, no time jumps, just nothing

-And it seems like the machine works because they have experimented on inanimate objects and have tried everything possible to bring them back and once it becomes impossible they know that they can then build one on a bigger scale

-Hunk’s machine works and it will save the day but

-Something goes wrong with the machine, it was something that kept cropping up in the beta testing, it’s a certain screw that just never really wants to work

-And see the only people who know where the screw is and how to fix it are Lance and hunk

-And once you fix it, it’s game over, there no coming back from it

-Lance and hunk both know this

-Before Hunk can even go apologize or go fix it

-Lance is already on his way to the machine

-But just before he gets there, he stops and through the intercom tells Hunk “You are the best damn engineer and friend in this world, watch me make your machine work buddy”

-And hunk is just sobbing repeating “I love you Lance and please don’t do this, I can’t do this without you, I can’t do this without my best friend”

-And now the rest are starting to catch on to what Lance is really doing but by that point it’s too late the galra are gone

- Lance is gone

-And because Hunk is such a good fucking engineer there’s no way to ever get him back

-But you see it’s because Hunk is such a good engineer that he doesn’t give up

-He works non-stop for almost a year trying to get Lance back

-Pidge spends more time on the computer becoming more withdrawn, more obsessive in finding his family, including Lance

-Shiro takes it hard, he feels as if he’s let down his team for not being able to keep them all in one piece, he goes back to being very tense and stiff around the others

-Allura spends days, even weeks trying to find Lance, pinpoint where in all the universe he could be, she won’t say it but she misses his bad pick up lines

-And Coran is just hurt and upset that the young man who would get so homesick and yet try his best and be there for others would give up his chance to see his family and that is what pains him the most

-And Keith just starts spending even more time training, withdrawing from others, trying to act as if though he doesn’t miss Lance, trying to move on, failing to move on

-Hunk just well he needs to get Lance back because what is life without your best friend?

-Who just sits for hours on end just to watch you work and tinker

-A friend who has been there for so long they know what tool you need with a look

-A friend who knows that food isn’t the only important thing to but goddamn we need to find small things that bring us happiness

-A friend who makes you go to sleep when it’s late and you’ve been on a creating binge (the others don’t know but that’s okay the person who needs to know, does)

-A friend who just wants you to succeed

-A friend who loves you for who you are and ask for nothing in return

- A friend who would die for them, for him…..

-What is life without your best friend?

-Hunk already knows and he never wants to live through that again

-Because you see it’s because Hunk is such a good fucking engineer that he does get Lance back

I’ve never done an ‘Imagine’ before so please bear with me. This little idea wouldn’t leave my head so I had to write it.

Originally posted by knightlley

Imagine you being best friends with Tony and Clay. You’re the one girl who’s either oblivious to all the cute boys around you and/or you’re the one girl who brushes off all flirtatious comments thrown at you. However, there is one boy who’s truly interested in you and he finally decides to make it known when Valentine’s Day rolls around.

Jeff X Reader

Walking through the school hall, you wrinkle your nose at the red and pink paper hearts adorning the walls. Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and posters advertise dollar carnations so you can buy your Valentine all he/she deserves. It’s not that you have anything against the Hallmark holiday, it’s just.. all so pink and definitely not one of your favorite colors.

You make it to gym, pasting on a frown as you trudge inside. Making a beeline for the coach, you pass over a note and wait patiently as it’s read. The coach scoffs, you bite back a smirk and then trudge over to the bleachers when the coach grunts in acknowledgement of having read the note before waving you off. When you stomp halfway up said bleachers, you let your book bag fall with a content sigh before laying down on your stomach on one of the bleacher seats while pillowing your head atop your crossed arms. 

“You look cozy,” you hear Tony’s familiar voice say. “What excuse is it this time?”

“Killer cramps and a heavy flow. I enjoy grossing out the coach.” Cracking open an eye, you see Tony decked out in gym wear sitting right in front of you, grinning. “Having a vagina really has it’s perks.”

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Sodapop Headcanons

Holy cow my other one of these got a lot of notes wtf okay. Well I made those really late at night when I couldn’t sleep and now it’s also really late at night and I can’t sleep so,,, Take these please

- Wears clothes that are a few sizes too big for him to bed

- most of the time it’s old shirts Darry can’t wear anymore because they have holes or stains

- Also wears super fuzzy socks almost all the time but mostly in winter


- Has one of those really cheesy notebooks with horses all over them. He almost never writes in it, he just got it for the cover.

- After Darry and Ponyboy got their shit together with each other, anytime after that he saw Darry chewing Pony out for something really dumb, he would hit him over the head with a newspaper.

- Or any other nonlethal weapon he could find.

- He doesn’t just rub Darry’s back when he pulls a muscle, oh no- he rubs e v e r y o n e ’ s back.

- Steve is always hunching over to fix cars and making his back sore, so Soda has to often fix that.

- For Johnny it’s nice and soothing shoulder rubs or smooth, calming back rubs whenever he’s really upset or needs to calm down.


- So Soda’ll rub his shoulders or something behind the couch when Dally’s there.

- But only when no one is around because he thinks it’s embarrassing.

- Whenever Ponyboy is laying on his stomach looking all peaceful Soda will do those really aggressive karate-chop massages to scare him awake.

- Not too hard tho just hard enough to scare the shit out of them.

- Two-Bit let’s him give him a back rubs sometimes, and he makes it seem like he’s just doing it for the funnies but he’s actually enjoying himself and it helps him relax.

- He has Golden Massage Powers™

- And remember when Pony said Soda can put anyone asleep when he sets his mind do it?
- He CAN and WILL.

- He hums a lot too.

- He’s not real good at it, but he isn’t bad at it, and sometimes can hit a really nice note, but just does it for fun.

- Will pet every dog/cat he sees walking down the street.

~ SPN 12x15 coda ~

This is my voicemail. Make your voice…a mail.

Dean pursed his lips and pulled his phone away from his ear. Three missed calls…where was Cas? 

Usually, if he was not back home by this time – Dean tapped his screen. 10:47 pm – then he was at a hotel for the night. By now, Cas would have texted Dean to check in. To let him know that everything was all right. Maybe he was too tired to carry on an actual conversation. Maybe that’s why he sounded off on the phone earlier,

After a moment of staring at his phone, Dean opened it up and found the messages between himself and Cas. No reason he couldn’t text Cas first, right?

10:48 pm // Any more news about Dagon?

He stared at his screen until it went black. Sighing, Dean set his cell down on his nightstand and pulled off his flannel shirt, tossing it on the foot of his bed. He toed off his heavy boots and kicked them away before he tugged off his jeans. As he sat down, he glanced over at his phone.

Still no notification. Maybe Cas’ phone was dead?

Dean slipped under the covers and sat still for a second before reaching under and yanking off his socks. He threw them across the room and rested his arm behind his head. He stared at the ceiling for a long while, watching the shadows from the lamp creep over the popcorn ceiling.

His phone buzzed. Twice. 

Dean jolted up and rubbed his eyes with one hand and grabbed his cell with the other. His shoulders sagged as he rested his phone on his knee. It was only Crowley. If he actually wanted to talk to Dean, he would call him – several times in succession until Dean picked up, judging by past experiences. 

Dean unlocked his phone with a swipe of his thumb and his eyes fell to Cas’ contact picture. It was one that Dean took who know how many moths ago during a lull in a research session. In the picture, Cas was glaring over the top of Sam’s computer at Dean in response to his endless attempts to get his attention. 

“Hey, Cas,” he said, clearing his throat. He glanced up at his closed bedroom door before continuing. “I…I know it’s been a while since I’ve prayed. But that’s because you’ve been here. And, well…you’re gone now.”

He frowned, tapping his phone on his knee. Yes, Dean talked to him today – just hours ago, even – but something was wrong. Sam did not seem to notice, but Dean did. “I don’t know what to do,” he said, though not necessarily to Cas. 

“I need you here, man. You help me, you know? More than I’ll ever be able to say.” His eyes darted up to the ceiling and back down to the phone. “I’m over-reacting, huh?…You’re probably just tired.” Dean gave his phone a half-hearted smile, his eyes drooping in exhaustion. He really should try to sleep soon.

12:12 am, his phone read when he tapped the screen. He hesitated for only a second after unlocking it before he decided to call Cas again. Dean’s fingers tightened around his phone as he raised it to his ear. “Come on, buddy. Pick up.” 

His plea was answered by the trilly dial-tone, which rang three times before there was a soft click on the other end. Dean’s breath hitched in anticipation as Cas said, This is my voicemail. Make you – 

He hung up the phone and tossed it away. It bounced off the pillow next to him and onto the bed. Dean rubbed his hands over his face, sighing. “Where are you, Cas?”