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The 1 Element Your Flawed Character MUST HAVE

If you’re a reader, you’ve probably experienced this before: you pick up a book, it seems pretty interesting, you nonchalantly decide to read it – “whatever, might be good” – and then … 

A paperback explodes life as you know it.  

Encountering a book like this can give life sudden clarity, it can change the way you look at the world, it can help you overcome something and grow, it can give you new purpose, it can inspire you to change your life, it can transform your future. By the time you’ve finished that book, it has become a part of your life – and will probably remain that way forever. (*Holds up my battered copy of Narnia as evidence*)

This magical experience is pretty much the ultimate goal for a reader. But if you’re a reader AND a writer, the fulfilling moment is inevitably marred by one depressing thought:  

“I’ll never write anything that good.”  

To which I say:

I beg to differ, little discouraging voice. With dedication and persistence, anyone can write a story that will be deeply meaningful to a reader. 

The trick? It needs to be deeply meaningful to the writer first. 

If a writer is going to give a reader a life-altering piece of knowledge, that means the writer already has that knowledge to give. We have all experienced things worthy of a story. We are all characters, journeying through arc after arc, becoming better or worse. From living these stories, we learn and see things more clearly, just as protagonists do. Which means we have something to say, something to write about, something to give. 

But to do so, we have to shoot for art.

The word art seems terribly vague, unattainable, and intimidating. But I don’t think it has to be. By “art” I’m going by the definitions given in two of my favorites quotes about writing (writing is art, so these apply): 

“Art is born when the temporary touches the eternal.” – G K  Chesterton

and

“…It is an art. It is the best of all possible art, a finite picture of the infinite.” – N D Wilson  

Both quotes state the same thing, in different ways. Art is about depicting and communicating something true, something universal, something everlasting about life and humanity, through something tangibly created. A definition which sounds an awful lot like the definition of metaphor: “a thing regarded as representative or symbolic of something else, especially something abstract.” Which sounds a lot like storytelling, because story IS metaphor. It’s life, condensed and magnified, all of its components there for a specific reason – to represent and convey some deeper meaning. So storytelling is naturally suited to being art. Which is good news for writers.

But it can also mean trouble. Storytelling is proven to be one of the most powerful teaching methods there is; a story actually has the power to get into someone’s head and heart and change everything, because to a reader’s mind the events on the page are actually happening. They’re living another life, a life that seeks to prove whatever the author wants to say. So writers have a responsibility to make sure the meaning of their story is true, morally and logically. 

BUT HOW DOES THIS ALL RELATE TO THE MAIN CHARACTER?!

Your main character is flawed, both in ways that only hurt themselves, and in ways that hurt others. These flaws are causing them to ruin their own lives. If they don’t awaken to this unwelcome truth about themselves, they will be lost. What happens to them over the course of the story, as they go after their singular goal, is going to apply pressure to these flaws until someone new – and most of the time, better – is made. The journey will teach them something, and that knowledge will enable them to overcome their weaknesses and forge a better life. 

And I bet you can guess what that story will teach them. That thing that is deeply meaningful for you, so meaningful you want to share it with readers? Yup, that’s what your main character is going to learn.

It’s going to be the SOLUTION to their inner problems. When it comes to characters, the meaning can be wrestled into three parts, adding up into one concise sentence. 

1) To achieve *a better state of being*

2) One must *moral and mental requirement*

3) Or else *the inner stakes*

To see how this works, let’s look at a fairy tale, the most straightforward example of this concept: 

Let’s see Cinderella (the live-action 2015 version). 

The meaning of the movie is summed up in this scene, and the story seeks to prove it throughout: 

“Have courage and be kind… It has power, more than you know. And magic.”

The story revolves around this notion, and everything seeks to represent it and prove it, in true Fairy Tale fashion.  

So in one line, that Ella’s arc proves: To achieve victory over abusers, one must hold onto their courage, kindness, and goodness no matter what – or else succumb and turn into someone like them. 

Exemplified in her last words to her stepmother, that truly defeat her forevermore:

So! Constructing these sentences can help give our flawed characters a destination to motor towards. Which makes writing their arcs much easier. And maybe we can construct a character arc and story that will become one of those magical reading experiences for a reader. And then, maybe one day, we’ll get letters from our reader, telling us exactly what our stories gave them and how it has saved their life in some small way (or maybe not so small way.) 

If finding a book like this is ultimate goal of a reader, I think getting a letter like that is the ultimate goal for a writer. 

Well, there’s my motivation. Time to go figure out what the heck I want my book to say. 

A Place to Call Home

A/N: So I had this idea and then I had a dream of this idea so I decided to go with it. I thought about make it a series but I’m not sure yet. We’ll see how it goes. I had no idea it would come out as long as it did, the words just kept come. Anyways, let me know what you think! BE HONEST. And if you want this to maybe be a series let me know that as well! :) Also I suck a titles I’m sorry.

Warnings: Drinking. Language. Smut. Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 8,956 (SORRY)

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

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afirewiel  asked:

What is your favorite non-Austen period novel? Movie?

Okay I’m gonna do a rundown of all my favourites because making me pick one is just mean. (Also at one point in my notes on the following books and films I just wrote “Bagels” and I can’t for the life of me think what I might have meant or autocorrected that from. Maybe a shopping list started to take form. I don’t know.)

(If the film Miss Austen Regrets and book Longbourn by Jo Baker count as non-Austen then include them.)

Films:

Lagaan: Once Upon a Time in India - 2001 (Sports! High stakes! Sticking it to the Colonial Man!)

Mozart’s Sister - 2010 (Beautiful music! Gorgeous androgyny! GIRLS CAST TO PLAY THEIR ACTUAL AGE AND NOT SOME 20-SOMETHING PRETENDING TO BE FOURTEEN!)

Possession - 2002 (I’ve tried the novel, and A.S. Byatt has some beautiful prose but her structures sometimes do my head in, so never finished it. Ignore Paltrow as best you can and enjoy lush Victorian Gothic mystery and the ending is one of the most poignant things I’ve ever been pleasantly surprised with on film, and it leaves you wondering about many, many things…)

Jodhaa Akbar - 2008 (You could put Hrithik Roshan and Aishwarya Rai in the worst commercial ever made and I would watch it. Costumes, scenery, and, as a friend once put it “I’m not sure how they did it, but they just had a sex scene without any sex.” Bravo.)

Water - 2005 (Deepa Mehta is such a fantastic filmmaker and I loved this whole trilogy but Water is my favourite.)

Elizabeth - 1998 & Elizabeth: The Golden Age - 2007 (The costumes! The caMERA ANGLES!!! The compli-fucking-cated mess that is Elizabeth I.)

[Okay Tumblr won’t let me embed any more trailers, but those ones are easy to find, they’re out there.]

Vatel - 2000 (Any foodie who is also a fan of The Sun King and his era will dig this one. A great score, baddie Tim Roth.)

Alternatively, in the same era: A Little Chaos - 2015. Storyline is a little weak, but it’s so beautiful and the cast is great and the M U S I C. Kate Winslet. Alan Rickman. Helen McCrory. STANLEY TUCCI.)

Also: they’re not films, but TV shows - honourable mentions to the Spanish series Gran Hotel. It’s like a good version of Downton Abbey, only sorta on crack and with a tonne more murder mysteries; and while I have some Issues with its so-called hero and some comparatively weirdo plot-points in S3, overall, it’s fantastic and I’m obssessed. Please don’t mix it up with the Italian re-make which looks horrible in every way. Like, main actors dressed in a poorly-sewn-table-cloth-bad.

And shout-out to the new CBC/Netflix series Anne. I will defend this show to the DEATH, alright? They’ve gone bolder and fresher and have managed to involve period realism in a moving way while retaining the sunshine-and-pinafores element that so many people love about L.M. Montgomery’s work. There’s heaps of women with production credits, and I think it shows. Geraldine James is already my favourite Marilla after one episode, and I feel like R.H. Thompson (HEY JASPER DALE HEEEEY!) and Amybeth McNulty are likely going to become my favourite Matthew and Anne, too. People have complained about this series going off-book and in particular some have condemned it sight-unseen because the writers/directors are putting a feminist spin on it and OH GOD THEY SAID FEMINIST QUICK WE GOTTA SET EVERYTHING ON FIRE BECAUSE CHILDHOOD IS RUINED, but honestly it’s just perky and gorgeous and scrappy and nobody can tell me to my face that Kevin Sullivan didn’t go all the fucking way off-book from the very beginning so I am not gonna sit here and insist that the Megan Fallows Anne of Green Gables was perfection which could never be improved upon because that’s just a plain lie. It was nice and it has its place but it’s time for some new blood. (And NOT the telefilms they’ve also come out with recently with Martin Sheen, bless his heart, but they took a brunette child actor and dumped an atrociously stark box of red hair-dye on her before drawing on her freckles and then telling her to please play everything theatrically to the back of the house even though there is a camera ten inches from her face.) I am HERE FOR ANNE. RIDE OR DIE.

AND NOW, FOR BOOKS!

After that you might assume my L.M. Montgomery recommendation would be Anne of Green Gables and sure I won’t say DON’T read them, but for my money the Emily of New Moon trilogy is more my jam and I wish to God and Netflix in all my prayers that there might someday be a decent adaptation of them.

I was really into Cassandra Clark’s Abbess of Meaux mystery series for a time, but then things went a bit pear-shaped in what I think was the fourth(?) book and everything was OOC and honestly I haven’t caught up on the later books after that and they seem to be self-published now but I am a sucker for nuns and mysteries so I’ll probably get back into it when I have time.

The Princess Priscilla’s Fortnight and The Solitary Summer by Elizabeth von Arnim. Vacation-reads! Beautiful prose, some wry wit, and fun hijinks. If you’ve ever wanted to run away and live in an isolated cottage in the wilderness for a little while, these are for you. [ETA: I recently got my hands on a copy of The Jasmine Farm so THANK YOU to one of you who recommended it I am loving it so far only I don’t see the appeal in Andrew so wtf Terry you can do better.]

Edward Rutherfurd’s geographical history novels–Sarum is the classic to start with, but the others I’ve read are very good, too. (London, New York, and I’m now working my way through a first-edition of Russka.)

Amy Levy. A M Y   L E V Y. Criminally under-recognized Jewish Victorian novelist and poet. Novellas Ruben Sachs and The Romance of a Shop. (RS a beautiful and bittersweet story about the conflicts between love, identity, and expectations, and some would say a response to George Eliot’s Daniel Deronda. TRoaS reading a bit like a less treacle-sweet variation on Little Women, where four sisters try to make their way in the world by setting up their own photography studio in late 19th century London.)

The Making of a Marchioness by Frances Hodgkin Burnett. Colonialist racism appears in this one, so be warned. Still the book is a THOUSAND times better than the utterly dreadful adaptation known as The Making of a Lady. Jane is better, Emily is better, Walderhurst is better, pretty much EVERYONE IS BETTER. The pacing is better. The plotting and suspense make actual sense.

The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy. A classic, and the grand-daddy of every secret-identity superhero.

The Forsyte Saga by John Galsworthy. Like, it makes me MAD how good these books are.

And last but not least, a non-fiction selection in Vere Hodgson’s WWII diaries: Few Eggs and No Oranges. Nothing else has ever brought the experience of living (or trying to) under the shadow of the bombs and the threat of invasion quite like these diaries. Fascinating details, engagingly written, and at times a stark reminder that the Allied victory we take for granted in our history could by no means be counted on by the millions who dwelt in daily uncertainty.

Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 1)

Masterlist 

Requested?: No

Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.

Warnings?: Extreme flirtation? Other than that, none… yet. 

Words: 1,110

Originally posted by nellaey



Contentment, I believe, is one of the hardest things to accept. After a 6 long years of sadness and a never ending sorrow which has occupied my life immensely, I have finally seemed to have reached a peak of happiness. Sadness, I assume, can only last so long, but I believe it’s only a matter of time, a matter of seconds where anyone is truly happy, and right now i’m am caught in those few seconds, I better make sure not to blink.

I have reached my last year of schooling with nothing too eventful to fall under my name. My summertime is coming to an end and i’m willing to accept the fact by this time next year, I will by no means have to attend Hogwarts anymore.

I’m a pureblood, in Gryffindor house, but not a pure-blooded Gryffindor. My mother, Y/M/N, is a ravenclaw, my father is nothing more than a Slytherin, and frankly he was ashamed that I wasn’t sorted into either. My best friend is called Lily Evans. She has bright red hair and beautiful blue eyes, she’s been the only thing to keep me sane during my time here. Mainly, my focus has been strictly on schooling, maybe I’d have a little fling here and there but nothing too spontaneous. This year, I expect that to change.

I would like to put in a effort of making myself more appealing, more noticeable. Not that no one didn’t notice me, because Merlin knows they did, I have a handful of admirers but none of them I admire back equally. This time, maybe if I tried, the ones I’d like to get to know would take a liking to me as well.


Me and her sat on the train, gossiping, going on and on about our summertime. She had been writing letters to the Potter boy all summer, and I had been working on myself.

“You look stunning Y/N!” She continued to say, and I smiled my cheeky smile, looking off into the gray distance.

We continued talking, blabbing on and on, until a loud knock pounded onto the window of our train box. The boy behind it mouthing, “Open up”

She obliged, picking up her wand and unlocking the door, Potter and three others piled into the car.

“Lily!” James yelled, his eyes suddenly landing on you.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m James.” He said, fixated on you. You smirked slightly, reaching your hand out to meet his.

“Y/N.” You reply, gazing into his eyes, trying your hardest to seem mysterious, flirtatious.

“James, Y/N’s a gryffindor, like us.” Lily said, smiling at you.

“That so?” Another husky voice said, your eyes wandering to the source.

“Sirius.” He continued, holding out his hand.

“Hello Sirius, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You said back.

“The pleasure is all mine,” He smiled cheekily, then continued. “I thought girls like you turn up in slytherin–no offense Lily.”

“None taken.” She said, smirking at you, knowing your plan.

“Girls like me do, and I would be, my father’s a slytherin, yet they put me here.” You sighed dramatically, the other chuckling. 

“He must not be too happy then.” Sirius added back, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“He isn’t happy at t’all.”

“Were one in the same.” He finished, smiling at you flirtatiously.

“Remus.” One said, nodding at you, smiling brightly.

“Y/N.” You added again, reaching your hand out once more.

“How have I never seen you before?” Remus asked.

“I’m asking myself the same.” Sirius added, looking at you up and down, you could tell he wanted to devour you.

“Well, y’know I tend to hide myself in the shadows within my textbooks.”

“First time I met her she was talking to herself.” Lily added, giggling.

“Pretty and crazy, I like it” Sirius said, leaning back in his seat.

“I’m not crazy.” You said back, smiling, poking your tongue into your cheek.

“I find that hard to believe.” He countered, crossing his legs.

“I second that.” Remus agreed, laughing.

All you did was smile and look back over to the gray sky outside the window, you knew this was going to be a good year.

Everyone continued talking, Remus, Sirius, and Potter and exchanging looks with you from time to time. You also introduced yourself to Peter but he seemed a little distant, yet he watched you intently as well.


The train whistle screeched as the machine stopped abruptly on the tracks, all of us plopping into one another, Sirius holding me steady with his hand around my waist.

“Easy, Love.” He said to me winking, I began to roll my eyes, scoffing at him. I bet he does every girl this way, tries to lure them in at least. We all quickly piled out of the car, still joking around with one another, bumping into other students on the train.

“Oi, look.” Potter says, bumping Sirius in the ribs, catching Remus’ and Peter’s attention as well.

“What is it?” I asked, searching the snug train isle way.

“Severus.” Sirius said, his attention now fully on him.

He had greasy black hair down to his shoulders, and deep purple bags resting under the crinkles of his eyes. He seemed sullen, as if he never smiled once in his life, he seemed almost content with his sorrow.

“What about him?” I asked, genuinely interested.

“He has a mad crush on Lily, and I mean mad.” Sirius says.

“Thinks he’s in love with the girl.” Remus Adds. 

“Oi, let the boy like who he wants, not my fault I have admirers.” Lily said playfully, winking at James.

“I should toy with him, have a little fun.” I said daringly, Sirius giving me a mischievous smile.

“I like where this is going.” He said.

“I could be a little flirtatious with him, see how he reacts. Seems like he’s never had a woman before in his life.”

We all continued walking, all the way up to Hogwarts. Foolishly, and mercilessly playing around with one another. I made sure to sway my hips each time Sirius walked behind me, making sure he saw the curvatures and how the plateaus of my body danced. He was hypnotized, I could tell, his mouth practically watering at the sight of me. Yet, each time one of his fellow whores walked passed him he made sure to say hi, and they did the same back, then giggling away with one of their friends. I laughed to myself, twirling my hair around my finger. I could put a spell on him, I just had to play him right. I had to play them all right.

[Note: If you have a request for an event you would like to happen in this series just message me, and yes, there will be smut. ;)]

Tales From the Continental: The Marker- Prologue

John Wick Imagine

Reader x John Wick (kind of? more friendly)

Synopsis: You find John in your house, coming to you for help… you think…

 Prologue

I was enjoying my night out on the veranda, drinking my sweet tea, curled up with a book, when I felt the air change, felt the temperature rise ever so slightly, the tension in the air increase. I can’t say it was a surprise. I’d been waiting for it for a few days at least, shocked, if we were being honest, that it hadn’t happened earlier. I’d told Rico three days before that this was going to happen- he’d been reluctant to leave on his trip because of it.

I let the silence go on, excruciating in its depth, for longer than I probably should have, but I’d always had a flair for the dramatic, and so had he. Finally, I relented.

“John.” I said only one word.

“Y/N.” And so did he. He never had said much. This time, though, he continued. “You don’t seem surprised. Or concerned.”

I still hadn’t turned around. I lifted my glass to my lips again, ice cubes clinking, sweet tea on my tongue. “I’ve been expecting you.” I finished my drink, setting it back down. Closing the book. “And we both know I can probably take you.” I still didn’t turn around. “Come sit down, John. It’s been a long time, and it’s rude to linger in doorways.”

A few silent strides and he sat, diagonal from me so that his back wasn’t exposed to the French countryside below, but instead to the wall of the garage. He’d seen better days. He appeared to be bleeding from an abdominal wound, his suit was torn, and he had a black eye. It appeared that he hadn’t slept in quite a while- the bags under his eyes were huge and his face was pale and drawn. Not the best of times for John. I poured him a glass of tea. I’d thought to set out two.

“You really were expecting me.” He grunted. I nodded. He took a sip, set the cup down, and proceeded. “So, you’ve heard then.”

“About the contract? Yes. I got the message, same as everyone else, a few mornings ago.”

“Right. And what did you do when that came through?”

“I turned off my phone and went back to sleep, John.”

“Fourteen million is a lot of money.” He sounded more uneasy than he looked. We both knew I wasn’t about to try to kill him.

“It means nothing if you’re too dead to spend it.” I refilled my glass nonchalantly.

He leaned back in his chair. “You said yourself that you could kill me.”

“I said probably. You know I don’t take a contract unless it’s a sure thing. You are far from a certain kill, John. Besides, I could never kill Jack’s brother.” We were both silent for a second, lamenting the dead.

“I haven’t heard that name in a long time.”

“I haven’t said that name in a long time.”

More silence.

“You came here for a reason. I assume it’s for help.” I finally continued. He nodded once. “You’re bleeding. You need a place to sleep.” He nodded again.

“My stitches tore out. And I haven’t slept in three days.” He downed the rest of the tea.

“I’ll get my med kit. There’s a guest bedroom upstairs. You’ll be safe here.” I stood. “You’ll have to tell me what else you’re here for eventually. You didn’t fly to France to get patched up by a non- doctor.”

John stood, wincing at his injuries. “I will.”

I turned to lead him into the house, opening my phone to text Rico and assure him that John had not in fact come to kill me, when I paused. I turned around. “John… do I hear a dog whining out front?”

To be continued….

beatrice--baudelaire  asked:

Hi Brenna! Lately I've been doing a lot of writing but one things that's distressing to me is how much my skill does not line up with my passion and ambition. There are stories that are very important to me and I want to write them NOW but I'm afraid I'm not a good enough writer to do them right. I don't want to wait until I'm good enough to do those stories but I also don't want to "ruin" them. Did you ever struggle with that?

Oh. OH man, this is one of those totally-normal/the-absolute-worst things. (Ira Glass actually has a really nice quote about it, which Zen Pencils then made into a really nice comic.)

I think that quote/comic is good advice on its own, but I would just like to add:

In my opinion, you should work on the stories you’re passionate about NOW, even though you might feel like you’re not ready to do them justice. In my experience, people will pretty much always push themselves harder for the things they care about, and that extra dose of investment can really help speed up the process, even if it can’t wave a magic wand and overnight it.

That said, you might still be disappointed with your early efforts, which means it’s really important to remember that you didn’t ruin ANYTHING. You tried to tell a story you care about, and if it doesn’t look right yet, so what? It’s not gone. You didn’t use it up. Even if it turns out well, even if you’re pretty satisfied and it looks pretty story-shaped and you wind up publishing that early attempt somewhere (not required, don’t worry if you don’t)—even IF that happens … if later you get to thinking “oh wow, I wasn’t ready, I could do so much better now” you still get to try again. 

I think we have this idea that as writers, the worst thing we can do is repeat ourselves. But actually, we return to our personal interests and obsessions all the time. Edgar Allan Poe wrote like a million stories about premature burial.  Artists sometimes have whole Blue Periods. I will pretty much never stop writing stories about moral ambiguity and what makes something a monster—that’s just what’s on my mind. Now, the particulars may change as you gain practice and experience, you might plot differently, or decide to play more and more deeply with character, or overhaul your descriptive style, whatever. That’s just artistic development. But you can ALWAYS come back to an idea.

It took me 7 years, start to finish, to write Places No One Knows. I wrote four other books during that time, and in between, I kept coming back to Places, and that’s fine. Right now, I’m working on a book that I’ve wanted to write forever and did not feel ready for—a lot of days I still don’t feel ready for it—but it’s never a slog and it’s never boring. I love it a lot. I might not do it right. I definitely won’t do it perfectly. But that’s fine. And I don’t mean that in the everything-is-on-fire way. I just mean it in the art-is-never-exactly-what-you-wanted-it-to-be-but-some-days-you-get-really-close way. And that? That feeling? That’s just pretty damn fine.

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Time for Friday Reads! Here’s what we’re working on:

Arts Editor Tom Cole: I’m reading Tim Gautreaux’s recent collection of short stories, Signals. He’s such a great writer.  Just finished one called “Radio Magic” about a guy who wants to be famous and an elderly comedienne who remembers her late son (a radio repairman) saying that sound never ends – that it keeps going out to the stars. Of course we all know that in space “no one can hear you scream,” but it’s still kind of neat to think that all of our work is sailing out toward infinity.

NPR Executive Editor Edith Chapin: Janesville: An American Story  by Amy Goldstein

NPR Founding Mother Susan Stamberg: Outline by Rachel Cusk

Blogger Colin Dwyer: Back, at long last, in Knausgaardland. Settling into an ARC of Autumn with joy.

Book critic Annalisa Quinn: I’m reading David Sedaris’ Theft by Finding: Diaries for a review next week, plus The Handmaid’s Tale for my book club.

Your turn!

A special moment between Tony, Clay, and their babygirl

Fulfilling an anonymous request for a clony fic featuring a baby *tears* Let me know if you guys like me doing these little clony fics and I’ll continue writing them. Message me or hit up my ask for requests!


Rio Carlin Padilla.

That was the name Clay and Tony had agreed on when they adopted their precious baby girl. Rio was a little biracial girl with dark curly hair and brown eyes like her Puerto Rican father.

Tony and Clay had recently celebrated her 1st birthday (Little Einstein theme) and of course she was showered with gifts from both sides of her family. Mostly toys, books, and clothes, things they had already gotten for her but nonetheless it was great. 

Rio was undeniably the light of their life but there had been a time, back when Rio was just a possibility, that Tony and Clay had their doubts about being parents. Clay was initially the first one to bring up the idea of a child after they got married but Tony was the one that really pushed for it when they both decided it was what they wanted.

Going through the adoption process wasn’t easy but it wasn’t as hard as everyone made it seem like it was going to be. Maybe they had just gotten lucky somehow.

When the call came that a new born girl had been put up for adoption and they were the top candidates, Tony had a little bit of a freak out and for the first time ever, Clay was the one to calm down Tony. He reassured him that everything would be fine and that Tony was going to be a great father. Clay also mentioned that he was honored for their child to carry the name Padilla.

Ever since that moment Tony never doubted his and Clay’s decision to adopt. They were meant to have a family.


Clay’s POV


Coming home from work was the most exciting part of my day. 

Everyday that I was away from my husband and my little girl was a struggle for me because all I wanted to do was spend each and every second with them. But if I wanted us to eat and have a house to live in then I needed to work.

Tony worked as well it was just that he was able to work on his cars from home where as I had to go in to an office everyday. I would never admit it to Tony but I was a little jealous with the amount of time he got with Rio compared to me. I always tried to make up for it during late nights when Rio would wake up and I would hold her until she would fall back asleep.

As I was walking in the door I could hear Tony talking to Rio which automatically put a smile on my face.

I slowly rounded the corner and stood in silence to secretly watch their interaction. It looked like Tony had a book in his hand so he must of been reading to Rio. This was something we tried to do on a regular basis to help her with speech and learning letters.

So far Rio hadn’t learned to say ‘papa’ or ‘dada’ but she could say certain words like ‘cat’ and ‘dog’. She even could make the sounds that went along with each animal. 

“What is this, Rio?” Tony pointed to the picture in the book.

“dawg!”

“Yes, carino. Good job. Can you say perro?”

Rio giggled and squealed in response.

“Perro is dog in Spanish - woof! woof!” Tony acted out the motions and sounds of a dog. It was the most adorable thing ever.

Rio continued to smile and watch Tony act like a little puppy. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to record this so I pulled out my phone and pressed the button but accidentally ended up taking a picture. With the flash on.

Busted.

Tony turned and smirked.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were here. Trying to take secret photos of us?”

“Yeah, you caught me.” I said as I walked over to them.

I picked up Rio and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek as a way to say hello. I also leaned over the sofa to give Tony an inviting kiss.

“Mmm, your lips taste like coffee.”

“Thanks…I guess.” Tony laughed at my awkwardness.

“So you’re already trying to teach Rio Spanish before she even fully knows English. huh?” 

“Well, yeah, why not? I think it would be great for her to be bilingual.”

“I’m just messing with you, Tony. I think it’s great too.”

Tony playfully pushed my shoulder. “Maybe in the process I can help you with learning Spanish.”

I scoffed. “I can understand Spanish pretty well, thank you very much.”

“Yeah but you can’t speak it very well.”

“I just need to practice rolling my r’s.”

“Baby, you can roll your tongue, I’ve seen you do it in the bedroom.”

I gasped and covered Rio’s ears. “Not in front of Rio” 

Tony softly chuckled and I slightly blushed.

“She doesn’t know what we’re talking about.”

“Hey, you never know, she’s a smart baby.”

Tony smiled and agreed.

He made is way over to the kitchen to get dinner started so that gave me one on one time with Rio and I was able to finish reading the rest of the book to her. She ended up falling asleep in my arms like she always does.

The rest of the night was peaceful and relaxing. We had a great dinner, as usual, put Rio to bed, and snuggled on the couch to watch a movie together. As I was drifting off into a slumber on Tony’s chest I thought about how I couldn’t wait until the next morning just so I could do this all over again the next day.



A/N: Sorry if this was too short or if there’s a bunch of mistakes with my punctuation. I’m like half asleep writing this.

Sometimes my book habit reminds me a bit of that Are You Being Served? episode where Mrs. Slocombe is suddenly and inexplicably obsessed with Mr. Humphries and copes with his lack of response by turning to the bottle and, inevitably, hiding her gin stash in suspicious places throughout the ladies’ department. (Incidentally, it’s one of the funniest episodes in the series with a hysterically unexpected ending to boot, so do check it out.) My habit is books, of course, not booze, but I’m still surprised (and a little mortified) by the secret stashes that result.

This pile is secreted in the tiny cupboard/closet behind my bedroom door and I’m not 100% sure it’s not indicative of a different sort of problem. :/ A good chunk of these were for my prenatal massage and doula classes but the rest have I’ve slowly amassed over the past few months, in theory because they’re relevant to birth work, but quite possibly also because I’m having a very difficult time accepting the fact that I can never have children. :( I found the twins books around the time that I was finishing Embracing the Season and justified the purchase (I think they were 59 cents each) as fic research, but to be honest, there were twins on both sides of my family (my mother’s mother and father’s brother both had twin siblings who died shortly after birth and my father had twin aunts). The next ones were supposed to be mine. :(

creative-expeditionist  asked:

Heya, I have this terrible and frustrating habit of starting an okay storyline, writing a few chapters only to completely abandon it. I have never finished a book in my life and it is starting to get on my nerves. Any advice?

Yes! That happens to me all the time. I love to dump books. Here’s a few things to try:

1. Write shorter and work up to it. Try reading a few short stories and planning one. Or, fanfiction can actually be a great exercise for this.

2. Dig out one of your older projects and force yourself to write an ending for it. Even if you only got 10k into what was supposed to be a 60k book. Just grind out an ending of some description, and then file it in your “done” folder. Sometimes knowing I accomplished something gives me drive for the next one, and even if it doesn’t, reading over it later will give me insight into what went wrong.

3. Get into the habit of writing stuff that isn’t necessarily fun or really exciting. If you make and keep a goal of writing once a day or once a week or several times a month, stick to it. Sometimes writing will be really boring. “I don’t wanna grind out a scene about this and i forget where i was going with it” I probably think that about… hmm, three or four days out of seven.

But sometimes working on a scene i  think is going to suck gives way to something awesome. This week I had a cool idea in the middle of a book I keep trying to dump because shiny new ideas won’t stop cropping up.

Make a shiny new ideas folder. Keep the new ideas in there. Call them off limits until you get done, and try your hardest to stick to that.


Good luck!

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hey guys! this is my april book haul! i haven’t bought as many books as i wanted to this month, but they’re all very very long so i’m really happy and excited to have them on my bookshelf. 📚

1. the first one, with the red cover, is eldest by christopher paolini! it’s the second book of the inheritance cycle that follows eragon, which i finished a few days ago! i really liked the first book and because of that i decided to read the whole thing. a lot of people claim that the series is too similar to lord of of the rings and they don’t like it owning to that, but even though i admit there are a lot of similarities between the two, i love the characters and the plot too much! i think it is really worth reading, especially if you like fantasy books!

2. the second one on the pile from the top is a game of thrones by george r. r. martin, the first book or the a song of ice and fire series which i’ll finally start to read! i’ve never watched the tv show, but since it is so popular, unfortunaly i’ve seen and read a lot of spoilers :( i still think the book is worth reading, so i’ll give it a try! the length of the novel intimidates me a bit because sometimes the free time that i dedicate to reading can be very limited, but i’m determined to finish it within this year.

3. the third one is an edition of all the books of the narnia chronicles by c. s. lewis! i’ve already read the prologue book (which is one of my favorites) and seen the movies when i was younger, but i love the story so much and i’ve been wanting to buy the books for a long time now!

4. the final one is the new annotated sherlock holmes written by arthur conan doyle, with notes by leslie s. klinger and introduction by john le carré. i borrowed it from by cousin when i was little and never managed to finish it, so when i saw it at the bookshop i just had to take it home with me! the book explains and expands your knowledge on basically everything that is mentioned throughout the stories, so if you’re the kind of person who really likes this stuff, i really recommend buying this edition. as you can see i bought the portuguese version, but if you’re interested, i have the link to the original version in english on amazon!

have you read any of these? if so, let me now! talking about books will always be a pleasure to me~

It was like starting to write a novel. When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages a sick sense of failure falls on me and I know I can never do it. This happens every time. Then gradually I write one page and then another. One day’s work is all I can permit myself to contemplate and I eliminate the possibility of ever finishing.
—  John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley in Search of America

anonymous asked:

hey lottie, if it's alright could you let us know what you thought of The Love Interest after you finish it? i've been anticipating its release for months but i'm seeing a lot of mixed reviews and i'm a little nervous now lol.

when I die I want YA author Cale Dietrich to lower me into my grave so he can let me down one last time 

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ADDICTED FOR 15 DAYS // day-13: favorite cousin dynamic

(Jane Cobalt & Maximoff Hale)

Even though he’ll never have siblings, he’ll have her. And I bet he’ll look after her too. If he’s anything like his dad, he’ll want to keep Jane safe.

tagged me @dracxlucius thank you♥

Rules: Answer the questions then ask 11 of your own! 

1. I’m bored, so tell me if where you live it’s a rainy or a sunny day. In my city today it’s overcast. The weather forecast promised that it will rain all week

2. Do you like to paint? If you never tried before, would you like to? I love to paint! When I was little, I went to art school and my drawings participate in contests. But then I stopped going there and my drawing skills remained at the level of the child

3. What is the last book you read? Or are you currently reading one? What are your thoughts about it? Now I’m reading the Silmarillion. For a long time can’t finish this book, because there is little time for reading. 

4. I’m currently watching Game of Thrones, so I’ll ask you this: if you read or watched it, what is your House? Could you tell me why? Oh, cool  question! Maybe House Stark, because I can survive the winter hahaha

5. What’s your favourite album in the moment? probably no favourite

6. Do you read comics? What is your favourite? no

7. Let’s talk about Harry Potter: list 3 of your favourites fantastics beasts.  Hippogriff, Unicorn and Niffler

8. One of your favourites movies, and why it’s your favourite. Pirates of the Caribbean! I can revise the trilogy every day. I like this movie because it reminds me of my childhood. There’s a lot of humor, adventure and of course is love

9. Fire, Water, Earth or Air? Why? Water! Always feel in water more surely. And my zodiac sign hints at it

10. Favourite Disney movie? Aladdin, the little Mermaid, the lion King and Tangled

11. Favourite Flower?  Peonies!!!!

My turn:

1. What’s the most heartwarming thing you’ve ever seen?

2. What’s a fictional world that you’d love to live in?

3. What is/was your favorite subject in school and why?

4. With whom of the fictional characters you would spend the last day of your life?

5. You choose your coat of arms. What animal would you put on him?

6. Have a favourite dessert?

7. What city would you most like to live in?

8. Do you have phobias?

9. What question do you hate to answer?

10. Time period you would have wanted to be born in? Why?

11. the vampire or the werewolf? Why?

I tag: @gendryatrash @zoemonroe @gadreeltrenton @claraoswinoswalds @allthenightstocome @bl-ake @lindsayloveslife @danyer-s @olivermellors @aryaestarks @queenieqoldsteiin

I am finished. I am alone and stinking and rotting and finally, I am in the one place I have lived all my life to be.
The fingernails are peeling off my hands. The hair is falling off my head. The skin is peeling and the bones are disintegrating and I am soon to be nothing but dust, and I can only scream hallelujah.
I am an abandoned body, and it is finally time to rest.
—  abandoned body // abby, day 156 // day 6 of @thesuburbanghosts’s weekly prompt january 16 - 22