i blame tumblr for that! really!

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otp meme - 2/4 ‘everyone can see it’ ships

↳The Princess Diaries: Clarisse & Joseph: “In less than a month, you will no longer be queen, and I will no longer be your head of security. I think it’s time we bring our friendship out of the shadows.”

“Please don’t think that I never care enough.” she said. “I know…I can’t blame you for feeling that way. As if someone took away one of your favorite pens. As if someone fastly grab your toothbrush or the spoon you’re about to take. As if you suddenly stopped doing the things you’re used to. I am sorry. I am really sorry if you’re feeling like that.” she stared at him for several minutes. Then she looked ahead and wiped a single tear that fell from her eyes. “But I was just like a glass of water. A glass you knew that will always be there for you. A sun you knew that will always be there every morning you woke up from tiredness, sadness and hopelessness. Yet, I felt the storm coming in. I felt the glass falling. I felt the cracks. I felt as if you meet someone new and suddenly you’re no longer looking for me. You’re no longer afraid to lose me.” she took a deep sigh. Pulling back all the tears she’s keeping inside. “Because if you’ll ask me, I…I will never blame you for not caring. I just…I just wanted you to know that I am human too. That once I was an echo, and I was dying to be heard too”.
—  ma.c.a // But If I run, would you chase me?
The 1 Thing Your Scenes MUST HAVE

Sully is a good representation of how I want people to react when enthralled by a story I’ve written:

But more often than not, I get a reaction more like this:

Or at least, I did. I couldn’t understand why my writing produced these less-than-stellar responses. I had meticulously worded every sentence. I’d made sure there were exciting parts. I had parceled out backstory, setting, and exposition so the reader could understand what the heck was going on. So why did eyes glaze over while reading my book? Why did MY eyes glaze over while reading my own work? 

The problem, I finally found out, was that my scenes didn’t turn. 

I was cramming all that exposition in right out of the gate, so the reader knew absolutely everything … which meant there wasn’t anything to find out. The scenes were just tiny chronicles where the main character set out to do something and accomplished it with flying colors. Nothing ever happened that surprised him. And consequently, nothing ever happened to surprise the reader.  

I wasn’t withholding information, and revealing it methodically. 

I wasn’t letting the story spin in new directions. It was always chugging along the straightforward track where I’d dropped my reader.

I wasn’t letting my scenes TURN.

To illustrate what I mean, here’s an example of a great scene with a great turn from a wonderful movie: Beauty and the Beast

*Opening music that makes me want to cry from how beautiful it is*

Beat 1:

“Once upon a time, in a faraway land a young prince lived in a shining castle…” (Action: Apparently the world takes action to make sure this prince lives a cushy existence.)

“Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.” (Reaction: And he acts like a brat anyway.)

Beat 2:

“But then, one winter’s night, and old beggar woman came to the castle and offered a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.” (Action)

“Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift, and turned the old woman away.” (Reaction)

Beat 3:

“But she warned him, not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.” (Action)

“And when he dismissed her again …” (Reaction)

Beat 4:

“The old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.” (Action)

“The prince tried to apologize …” (Reaction) 


Beat 5:

“But it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.” (Action)

“Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.” (Reaction)

Beat 6:

“The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, that would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return, by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.” (Action)

“As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope.”  (Reaction)

“For who could ever learn to love a beast?”

Turn: The 6th beat is the turn. The story has spun in a new direction, the direction the WHOLE STORY will motor towards. 

Revelation: There’s the big one of the scene turn, but I love how every action and reaction in this prologue feels like a revelation. Each one feels like it could be a scene on it’s own, but it’s told in a just few words, with beautiful imagery. There’s no fluff in this, nothing unnecessary, everything is perfectly needed. (Sorry, I just really love this opening. I can remember sitting in my little wicker rocking chair when I was four watching this in awe. This movie is one of the reasons I’m story obsessed.)

NOW let’s remove all curiosity and surprise from this scene. 

We’ll take away the atmosphere of “all is not as it seems”, the “seeking and learning significant information” feeling, the sense that we’re climbing to something significant. Instead of withholding and revealing snippets of information, after gradual beat-by-beat escalation of curiosity, we’ll dump all information right away. We’ll take this beautiful scene, and make it distinctly not a scene by removing all traces of a turn.

So! The purpose of this “section” of story is to communicate necessary information. What info? The guy used to be a terrible prince. Someone cursed him to be a beast. His castle and the people who live there are also cursed. He’s got a rose that will bloom until he’s 21. He’s supposed to fall in love with someone and get that person to love him back.  Or he’s going to be a beast forevermore. So, let’s give it a whirl.

Let’s say it opens up on Lumiere and the Beast. They’re just hanging out in the West Wing, the Beast watching the rose sparkle, Lumiere extinguishing and reigniting his left candle/hand for something to do.

LUMIERE: “So Master, it’s been years since you were turned into a beast and the castle staff was turned into objects.”

BEAST: “Yup.”

L: “I wish you hadn’t have upset that enchantress, and been a bit kinder.”

B: “Me too. Don’t know how.”

L: “Now our only hope to return to our human forms, is if you fall in love and get that person to fall in love with you.”

B: *Noncommittal grunt*

L: “Better happen soon, before that last petal on the magical rose falls. When you turn 21, it’s going to fall. And if you haven’t learned to love by then, well, we’re stuck.”

B: “I’m aware." 

L: "Yup.”

B: “Yup.”

Well, that was extraordinarily awful. 

So what about these scenes is different? (Besides one being a work of art and the other being agony in text form.) 

– One withholds information and reveals it slowly, turning the story at the end. 

– One is just an info dump. 

So how can a turn be accomplished?  There are four types of turns: 

– Surprise

– Amplified Curiosity 

– New Insight

– Spin in New Direction

A SURPRISE turn is the difference between what the character expects and what actually happens, surprising them, surprising the reader/audience that is enthralled by your story. A CURIOSITY turn is when a new mystery is presented to the reader, increasing their drive to find out what happens next. An INSIGHT one is when a scene ends by solving a mystery, answering a question that the audience has been wondering about. And a SPIN is just that, a turn that jolts the story into a new unexpected direction.

And how do they work in a scene? 

The turn happens at the end. It’s the point of the scene. Everything’s leading to it. Think of it as the period punctuation mark on the end of the sentence that is your scene. But really your reader is anticipating that turn throughout the scene.
It’s this anticipation and “gradual illumination” that’s crucial to a story turn. This is the wonderful curious feeling that keeps us turning pages. That sense that “all is not as it seems, and if I keep reading I’ll find out the truth.” which is so intoxicating. And this is accomplished with beats, the exchanges of action and reaction, each acting like a escalation on a roller coaster, each increasing anticipation for the drop. 

Turns and revelation anticipation are rather magical when you think about it. They really are (as Robert McKee says) the substance of story. (Or they’re magical to me. I said I was obsessed. Blame this movie!) 

Now I’m going to go watch Beauty and the Beast again.

“I ain’t leaving this island without you, understand?”

Memories of and after La Huerta [honestly who cares about when it was since we all know time was crazy out there] (photo album made by Michelle on Quinn’s idea, copies printed by Grace and sent to everyone with Aleister’s help)

A moody Aleister taken by a curious Grace in the Celestial’s lobby

Grace enjoying the sun, taken by a dazzled and slightly flushed Aleister

Jake on MC’s lap, taken by MC, in MC’s room

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My latest Welcome to Night Vale cross stitch is complete! Maybe now the Sheriff’s Secret Police will stop stuffing my pillow with shrieking bats. I really would sleep better without their little claws tugging at my hair.

I know you can’t quite tell, but the top color of the setting sun is purple. Blame my camera.

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headcanon that the russian team is just a bunch of fucking trolls  (feat. Yuuri bc they’re all rinkmates now)

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THE PAIN PERSISTS

I CAN’T RESIST

BUT THAT’S WHAT IT TAKES TO BE INFINITE

Boys need positivity too sometimes. boys need body positivity, and reassurance, and some boys are soft. Some boys struggle with self-image, and feeling inadequate, and not feeling “man enough.” I feel like sometimes we blame boys for things that are really just a result of hyper masculinity in our society.. I think this website can be tough on them too. So I’m just saying I’m here for the boys.

You were toxic. You were always toxic. It took me a long time to understand that. And even when I did realize your true nature, I couldn’t let you go. I stayed. And I stayed. By your side. Blamed your behavior on whatever else but never, never was it your fault. I couldn’t see it, I couldn’t see that truth. Until I could. Until I couldn’t blame anything else. Until I saw you for who you were. For who you truly were. Toxic. A virus. A fungus. Bad. Entirely bad for me.
And when I realized that. Really realized that. It was easier. Not ‘do-it-at-once’ . But easier. To cut you out. To cut you out of my life. For good. For real.
—  and I haven’t regret it one second since, @celtic-poetry
For a while, you were my every poem. I knew I couldn’t draw,  so I tried to write you down instead. I don’t think any of those pieces did you justice. No metaphors or similes I could pen could actually encompass what it was like to experience you. I wonder if you ever came across any of them, if you smiled or laughed or maybe even cried, depending on the content. They weren’t always happy pieces. I never did feel right seeing a sunset without you. Your voice was the only song I would never think of skipping if given the option, so when I was no longer allowed to hear it, I longed for it. I guess that’s how it goes when someone you love leaves. You wish you loved them harder and held onto them tighter when you had the chance, as if somehow the fault is in the strength of your muscles. Some would say that Shakespeare got it wrong, that the fault really is in our stars, that they just weren’t meant to be. I don’t know what to say about us. Maybe fate had something to do with it, but what about free will? You didn’t have to go. You could’ve stayed, we could’ve tried to make things work, but you decided to walk away anyway. How could I blame the stars for that?
—  The fault in ourselves. // Maxwell Diawuoh

welcome to my one year anniversary follow forever!! it feels absolutely unreal that I made this blog exactly a year ago on june 25, 2016. back then we were in the midst of the euros and I honestly had no idea what was going on in the football fandom, but I’m happy that I’ve found my place :’) a lot has changed, but my love for football has not!! if anything, I have grown more passionate because I now have clubs I support, too, and people to yell about them with! 

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SKIRT: American Apparel
SHOES: Modcloth
BLAZER: Forever 21
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Nanchatte is a Japanese fashion style that means “uniform for fun”. Originally inspired by 19th century Western European children’s  fashion at the time, the sailor inspired “seifuku” is still used in public & private school systems in Japan! However it’s often modified for the sake of fashion. I’ve loved seifukus ever since I first watched Sailor Moon as a little kid & really want to incorporate the look in my designs. But for now I’m gonna love styling different kids so this is totally the first in a series.

I went to Catholic school as a little kid & I pretty much blame that for my obsession with plaid & uniforms haha. 
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Sometimes I wonder whether or not to blame you for the fact that you didn’t know how to love me. Maybe it wasn’t your fault that you’d pushed yourself onto me the way that you did. But then maybe it was.
—  🖤

the second time isak enters even’s room, they’re coming back from school and even is throwing his backpack on the floor and taking his socks off and he holds one of them and pretends he’s about to throw it isak’s way and isak gives him a stern look and warns “don’t you dare. and even smiles a cheeky smile, says “you know i wouldn’t” and isak breathes out a laughter and shakes his head, replies “no, even, i don’t”. and then even is going through his drawers, a pensive look on his face and grabs black jogging pants and a pastel pink shirt with a teddy bear at the front, hands them to isak. isak unfolds the shirt and raises an eyebrow at even, but he doesn’t protest, decides to play along, takes his shirt off and asks even “where did you get that shirt?” and now even has also changed into something more comfortable and he walks over to isak, hugs him from behind and he sways with him a little and says “flea market last summer, only 20 kroner, total steal for such an iconic fashion piece”. and isak chuckles, turns around and kisses him, quick pecks on his lips

and then even walks over to his loft bed, climbs up the ladder and he’s sitting on the mattress and waiting for isak to join him but isak kind of just. stays there. and even looks down at him and asks “hey, you coming?” and isak walks over to the ladder and holds on to each side and places a foot on the first rung but once again he goes still. and then even is up on his knees and looking down at him and isak is starring at the floor, loose grip on the ladder and even frowns at the sight, asks “hey you, what’s up?” and he gets down as he says the words, isak moving out of the way. isak glances up and chews on his bottom lip and he looks slightly confused and nervous. “it’s just -” he sighs, and even waits, gently presses his forehead against his. “you’re going to think i’m ridiculous but, hm, you see when i was eight, i had this friend and his name was, hm…mattias but, hm, that’s not important. hm, so yeah i went to sleep over to his house once because we had this, hm, football competition over the weekend and so i was supposed to sleep at his place and he had this…bunk bed and i remember when i climbed the ladder, my foot kind of slipped and i, hm, fell” 

he lets out another long sigh and even wraps him in a hug, kisses his temple and says “you know, when i was six, i fell from my bicycle and i didn’t want to ride one for the longest time. do you think that was ridiculous of me?” isak is resting chin on even’s shoulder and he whispers “no” and for a second even holds him tighter and he softly says “then why would i think you’re ridiculous?” isak gives a small shrug. “i just haven’t tried to since that one time, you know?” and even replies “well, we can try tonight, if you’re wiling. but we’ve got these extra mattresses too, so it’s really up to you” even lets go of isak and gives him a comforting smile, one that says i see you, it’s alright. and isak can’t help it, runs a hand through even’s hair and smiles back, and a few seconds later he nods towards the bed and says “let’s go” 

and so isak goes first and even is right there behind him, a reassuring presence as isak climbs up the ladder, step by step. and when isak is up on the bed, even immediately joins him, tells him “i’m really proud of you” and he kisses isak, slow and affectionate. they remain like this for a while, exchanging words and kisses and delicate touches. and then even runs a finger across isak’s lips and down his neck and then on his shoulder, over the shirt he gave him earlier. even lets out a little laugh and asks “that’s a really cool shirt, where’d you get it?” and isak rolls his eyes, a small smile spread across his face and he says “well, this pretty great guy gave it to me, said he got it for sale or something” and even rubs his nose against his, playfully asks “a pretty great guy, hm?” and isak places a hand on even’s cheek, replies “yeah, he’s incredible actually, and he’s got this really comfortable bed and” isak is looking into even’s eyes and his are filled with appreciation, for what he’s just done and for the person he is, and he adds “i think you’d love him” 

This all thing with acowar is making me so sad and angry. What’s happening with this fandom honestly? We’re all at each other throats, saying rude things about each other.

Why do people care if someone still ship Moriel? I’ll ship Nessian till the end of my fucking life, I don’t care if it’s canon. Why do people care if someone ship Elriel? I’ve seen soooo many ugly posts about calling elriel shippers such a rude names. This is a fucking book guys, you have no right to say that someone is not normal or that everyone ships Elriel because of this or because of that. Feelings of a real person is more important than your ship sinking.

People calling others out for liking Jurian, Keir or Eris. Who are you to decide who is to like? I can like whoever I want to. We all know they’re not heroes. And I’m intrigued by them and a lot of people are.

I know this is my fault and that I’m to blame because tumblr ruined my reading experience. Honestly I wasn’t even anticipating it so much because all of the drama before. I’m really thinking about deleting this shit