i didn't mean for these tags to go on so long

People were interested in me doing a thing like this, so here we go! I figured I’d do a short little blurb about each writer, including one or two of my favorite works by them. So, in no real order (like, I literally randomized the list) here are some of the most talented people* whose art I’ve had the pleasure of reading:

*Please note that some of these people haven’t written for bellarke in a while! That doesn’t mean you should pester them about it! Appreciate the heck out of what they have written instead. Cool? Cool.

1. Maria @rebelprincebell AO3

Maria’s written a good variety of longer and shorter fics, and each of them is excellent. (She’s also an amazing human/friend, but that’s more of a side perk.) She’s currently writing Things We Shouldn’t Do which is what everyone wants out of a multi-chap, fake-dating, actors AU. Or for something shorter, check out T.O.P. S.E.C.R.E.T. for some friends-with-benefits/feelings-reveal goodness. And maybe if she loves me she’ll finish Let’s Go to the Mall but it’s nbd.

2. Steph @ofhobbitsandwomen AO3

I read The Squire (multi-chap, medieval AU) when I was pretty new to the fandom, and I’m still completely in awe of it. Steph’s also written a million other amazing bellarke fics, like this fluffy-af youtubers AU (and, recently, some fucking amazing Jyn/Cassian stuff, if you’re into that) so make sure to check out all of her incredible writing.

3. M @ahmren AO3

M’s writing is magical. At the risk of sounding cliche, it wraps you up and carries you to another world. I could survive on nothing but her collection of soulmate AUs for years to come. 

4. Chash @ponyregrets AO3

Chash has written a million and one amazing fics, so obvs read everything she’s written, but one of my particular faves is Some Cheese With That Whine. It gives me all the best-friends-to-lovers feelings. Amazing. Plus she likes all my posts when I’m flailing about ffx <3

5. Katelyn @nathenmiller AO3

Secrets is the only arranged marriage fic you ever need to read. Period. I also love this fluffy lil childhood-friends-meet-up-ten-years-later AU. Plus, on top of all the fantastic writing, K’s one of the incredibly hardworking ladies behind bff. What a girl??

6. Lana @marauders-groupie AO3

Lana’s another one of those writers where I know I’ll like everything she publishes. She’s like, the queen a soulmate AU’s. Her most recent one is here–a cool iteration where you feel whatever pain your soulmate feels. As with all the other authors here, don’t forget to check out all her other stories!

7. Kacka @katchyalater AO3

I discovered Kacka this summer, and her stories saved me from boredom on the countless train rides I was taking across Europe. By which I mean you should just read through everything on her AO3 page, like I did. Everyone loves a good coffee-shop AU, right? Check out Got to Find Those Extra Cups to Fill. She’s a fantastic, inspiring writer and an even lovelier human being.

8. Emily @prosciuttoe AO3

Emily had the nerve to make me cry by posting a canonverse fic, Hold This Heart Steady, today. So do yourself a favor and read that. Other Emily faves include: Your Heart Is Your Own (So Build Me A Home) and Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic (for all your Hogwarts AU needs).

9. Brianna @jvnscass AO3

Bri’s another one of the authors I first read when I joined the fandom! She doesn’t write much bellarke anymore, but it’s all still up on her AO3 along with a ton of quality Jyn/Cassian fics, if that’s your jam!

10. Nai @hiddenpolkadots AO3

Want canon-verse smut? Nai’s got u covered: Mouth Like Heaven, Kisses Like Stars. Or for something on the fluffier/hurtcomfort side, try the light that sits at the bottom of your chest. You literally can’t go wrong. She writes Jily too!

11. Kayla @kay-emm-gee AO3

Kayla’s the first person I ever considered my “favorite fanfic author” and the title still fits, even if I do have about a million “favorite” authors now. Full Circle is an older, post s2, fic of hers, but it’s undeniably still one of my faves. A more recent fave is: this is your heart (can you feel it). These are both canonverse, but she writes amazing modern AUs as well. <3

12. Meghan @bellamyfrecklefaceblake AO3

I feel like Meghan writes the best epic-feelings-reveal scenes?? Some faves are: A Drunk Mind Speaks A Sober Heart and You Won’t Get Rid of Me Without a Fight. I want to live in the feelings at the end of these fics pls and thx. (Also, hope your hand is doing better!!)

13. Mel @caramelkru AO3

Is it getting old for me to keep saying I like everything insert-name-here writes?? I’d stop, except that it’s TRUE. Mel is fantastic. Her last installment in Good Times Gonna Come is so cute I can’t actually stand it. Something In The Air (That Night) is also super good. (She also writes Sethkate and Jyn/Cassian!)

(Okay I’m running out of time for these last few–gotta get to class–so I’ll just do one fic rec from each writer, BUT they’re all such fucking talented authors. Everything they write is amazing.)

14. Katie @dreamingundone AO3

take a running start

15. Jazz @hooksandheroics  AO3

Out of All the Gin Joints

16. S @kinetic-elaboration  AO3

Since There’s No Place To Go

17. Amber @bilexualclarke  AO3

asleep in the bathtub (also, like… her blog title doesn’t lie)

18. Emily @kieraknighted  AO3

Walk With Me

19. Annie @clarkescrusade  AO3

those broken and delicate things

20. Julia @enoughtotemptme  AO3

Aurora Borealis

21. @queenofchildren  AO3

But We Fight For Roses Too

I also asked for some lesser known fic recs, so check these out!

Lay It All On Me by @peetaspikelets

The Thing About Pre-Med by theprincessandtheking

In My Dreams We Are Always Together by andsowemeetagain


OKAY PHEW. I think that’s everything. As a last note, don’t forget to appreciate your favorite authors! A comment or reblog here and there goes a long way. Kudos and likes are lovely, but not quite as tangible as comments and tags.

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The Party part 16/?

K: …

L: …

L: Aren’t you going to say anything?

L: Whoa okay settle down-

K: Lance do you… even like me?

L: What?

K: Don’t ‘what’ me you know exactly what I’m talking about.

K: You walk around flirting with any mildly attractive alien we come across and I can’t help but feel like…

L: Like what?

K: Like I’m nothing special to you! Just another person you can flirt with when you feel like it, then move onto the next because it’s no big deal to you

K: d-don’t you know how much I care about you?

K: I-I mean we have arguments and disagreements and I know you’d probably be happy with someone else but to lead me on like this… and for this long.

K: It’s fucking cruel!

K: Is everything that you’ve done just some kind of petty game? Another competition you want to beat me at?! another way you can one up me!?

K: If that’s the case then, you must really hate me! a-and I know this all just might be my fault for forcing things, instead of just letting myself hate you-

K: Too….

A story from the line at McDonald's
  • Me: okay so my sexuality's a complicated deal so let's just call me queer as hell
  • Friend: nono I wanna know can't you explain it
  • Me: well ok mainly I am asexual which means I don't want to do the do nor do I long for it, so it has nothing to do with lack of confidence or anything like that, I simply don't find anyone sexually attractive
  • Friend: right right
  • Me: but I'm also bi romantic. The sexual and romantic attraction are different, and I still fall in love and want to have physical contact with my partner, I just don't need the hanky panky
  • Friend: right cause you have a girlfriend that's pansexual right
  • Me: exactly and as long as we're both happy with not doing the rumba naked, that's a valid relationship
  • Friend: I get it, I get it... I didn't know the entire sexual and romantic orientations were different
  • Me: yeah I know it was an eyeopener for me when I found ou-
  • Lady behind us in line: excuse me so sorry but I couldn't help but overhear but I didn't know half of what you just said and I was just wondering what that thing your girlfriend was is, pansexual?
  • Me: *awkward glance at friend* oh uh I'm not an expert or anything and uh ok so basically it's similar to being bisexual, but there's less value in what gender the one you're attracted to is, at least as I understood it. So a bisexual would be attracted to a person despite their gender, a pansexual wouldn't really care at all in a way uh I'm sorry I'm bad at explaining
  • Lady behind us in line: that's alright I can look it up myself later you gave me a general idea! So where did you find out these things, you're pretty young?
  • Me: well, Internet. Once you're a bit confused about what you might be you usually go looking for explanations...
  • Lady behind us in line: so uh in theory... It's fine if you don't know, I just want to check with you... Is there a thing called aROMANTIC? like you're asexual, is there a equivalent to the romantic orientation you mentioned?
  • Me: oh yeah, absolutely! You can be both asexual and aromantic, or aromantic and heterosexual, literally all combinations are possible!
  • Lady behind us in line: *smiles LIKE REALLY GODDAMNED GENUINELY* thank you so much, I did not know that. *fishes up phone from pocket* now if you excuse me, I'm going to call my mother and tell her I'm not crazy for never having been married or stayed with one guy for long despite being 50+ but still has three children! *steps out of line and walks off while dialing*
  • Friend: wow that was... Amazing
  • Me: see how happy she got? That's the power of right information.
  • And that's why I've been smiling since this happened.

shady-swan-jones  asked:

i have just the thing for to wake your fluff muse up: cs + You just woke up from surgery and you don’t remember me or that we’re married or have a kid because you’re so high but you flirt with me anyway au

okay, so, wanna hear something hilarious? sophie sent this prompt to me     A G E S  ago, and i started writing it, and then it got lost in the abyss. i’m so glad you sent it to me again. so…take two! i hope you like it!

also, to @killiansdevotedheart! surprise! i’m your CSSV! consider this your pre-gift because i’m still working on your actual gift but i want you to still have something. enjoy for now!

TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME SO

Emma knows she shouldn’t be so worried. It’s a simple appendectomy, after all—the removal of an organ human biology deemed no longer very useful years ago. She shouldn’t be so worried, especially after the doctors assured her she brought him in just in time.

(“A few more days and we would have had a mess on our hands. You did good, Emma, even if it meant dragging him here against his will.”)

Doctors assurances don’t mean much in the grand scheme of things, because it’s Killian, after all—

Killian, who spent two weeks in pain because he didn’t want to trouble her.

Killian, who sat through Henry’s ceremony in utter pain because he didn’t want to miss it.

Killian, who let his appendix almost burst because he didn’t want to be a burden.

— And yet she’d murder him herself if he didn’t make it out of this, adding a whole new meaning to the whole “til death do us part” portion of their vows.

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anonymous asked:

*curtsies* Duke, I need some help here. Just noticed that I have a huge lack on my character creation. I only write the "warmey hearted and happy" characters. How can I... "fix" that? I have interest in writing different characters but... I just... can't. It's like I didn't understand them enough. How do I write a cold and calculist character? Without making it either a "happey heart" or unrealist, or even the "completly feelingless stereotype"? Please help me!!! I have no idea of what to do!!!!

*Curtsies* First big rule of writing that Tumblr brainwashes out of people because we tend to balk at anything ‘problematic’: 

You need conflict in fiction. 

If everybody is nice to each other and agrees about everything and never miscommunicates, you don’t have a story. You have slow-burn fluff fic and that’s fine if that’s what you’re trying to write, but if you aren’t, you need to spice things up. You need problems. You need conflict. You need more than one personality type. 

Writing good characters is hard. You are literally inventing a human being from scratch, and that kind of complexity takes months (if not years) of work to create, so that’s the first thing I want to be clear about: 

There are no shortcuts to good character.

Writing is, in every sense, an iceberg type of art form, and what a reader will eventually see on a page is only about 1% of the work you actually have to do to make that 1% worth reading. Character, like plot and setting and everything else in fiction, requires long hard nose-to-the-grindstone hours of work. It also requires research. You can’t skimp on any of this or your characters will come out feeling like paper dolls. 

As for how to actually excavate a character: I’ve talked a lot about this under the character development tag and especially this post here, but here is what I think should be the first step for everyone who’s trying to turn a paper doll into flesh and blood: 

Start with the moment where your character first appears in your story, and work backward through every remotely significant event of their life until you get to their birth.

By ‘every remotely significant event’ I don’t just mean when their mom died or when they lost their virginity. I mean every event that was remotely significant to them, even if it was just getting their braces off or listening to their favorite band for the first time. If you really commit to this, it’s going to raise a lot of questions along the way. How long did they live in Kenosha? Where did she get that dress? Why did her dad lose that job? Who introduced her to that author? Here’s the crucial thing: 

Nothing you learn about a character is insignificant. 

Even if it’s just what their least favorite vegetable is. 99% of this information will not end up in the final manuscript, and that’s fine. What’s important is that you know it, because a character (like a real human being) is the sum of their parts, and even their childhood aversion to cooked carrots will contribute to who they become. I recently got a question on my author blog about why I can spit out so many random trivial details about each of my main characters. And the answer is because none of it’s random and none of it’s trivial. If you’re trying to bring a person to life with prose, you can’t afford not to know every little thing about them. Want to know why? 

It is a hell of a lot easier to write a character you know as well as you know yourself than to write a character you only know as a player in your story.

Characters have lives before and beyond the book you’re writing, just like real people have lives before and beyond the moments you interact with them. Our life experiences shape who we are and how we behave, so if you don’t know everything that has occurred in this character’s life prior to this moment, how could you possibly know how they would respond to a question even as simple as “How are you?” So. Spend the time. It will not be time wasted. Writing requires patience. 

Writing also requires research. Because you can’t just write a bunch of characters who are vague avatars for yourself, you will have to venture out of your comfort zone. If you do that thing I suggested where you plot each person’s life all the way back to their birth, you will inevitably stumble across things you don’t fully understand–and that’s where the research comes in. You have a hard time writing cold, calculating characters? Start with the basic questions: Why is this person this way? Coming up empty? Find some real-life examples. If you’re writing a serial killer, go buy every biography of real-life serial killers you can get your hands on. Watch Making a Murderer. Take a criminal psychology class. Writing about a chef? Read chefs’ memoirs. Follow chefs’ blogs. Go to restaurants. Learn to cook. Don’t steal any real person’s personality wholesale, but pay attention to patterns and details so that when you create your own character, they feel real. 

Use the real world for research. Learn from life.

The most important lesson you can learn from life is that very few people can be easily categorized. Most exist somewhere on a moral/behavioral spectrum that doesn’t fit neatly into those Myers-Briggs boxes everyone here on Tumblr loves so much. People are complicated and often conditional. A character who is warm-hearted and loving is much less interesting and much less believable than a character who is warm-hearted and loving but only towards children, because we immediately want to know more about her and why she doesn’t have the same sympathy for people her own age. And let’s be honest: no real person is warm-hearted and loving all the time. Figuring out exactly how this person’s life has gone will help you decide how they behave in any given situation.

We all have quirks and idiosyncrasies and learned behaviors that may, at first glance, defy explanation. We have hopes and fears and secrets and none of that is stuff you’re going to discover by taking another MBTI test on a character’s behalf. Rifle through the stuff of their life until you know not only exactly which magazines are lying under their bed but also why they have five credit cards they aren’t telling their wife about. When it comes to character, you can never know enough, even though writing in broad strokes might look a lot easier at the outset. Nothing about writing is easy, characters included.

People are messy. Resist the urge to simplify them.

Put the work in. I promise you, doing the digging and the research and learning who a person is before you try to put them on paper will make every word you write about them come more naturally and make more sense. And though a reader may never see those notebooks crammed full of every minute thing you learned about their life, they can intrinsically tell the difference between paper dolls and characters who are three-dimensional and fully formed and have been turned inside out by their author. 

Really all this advice comes down to one thing, which is that you can’t half-ass character. You’re creating a person. 

Commit.

anonymous asked:

hi, could you please explain the exchange dan had with that guy on twitter yesterday because i didn't get it at all. i didn't understand the tween comment this guy made and i wasn't sure whether that was due to me not being a native speaker of English or just not understanding some reference / inside joke. it did seem mean and offensive to me but ??? also the watermelon gif?

 Can you elaborate on the music reviewer twitter thing

what happened with the music reviewer?

Can you plz explain Dan’s whole twitter thing about ARCA cause I didn’t really understand theneedledr*p’s response thanks:)

why are you making such a big deal of the Anthony/theneedledr*p exchange??? it was just a joke. and like i get it humor is subjective you’re allowed to criticize free speech and all that but it’s kind of a silly thing to get mad over don’t you think?

sure. dan likes an artist called arca, a venezuelan producer who makes incredible music tbh and who pushes the envelope a lot w innovative electronic production and who’s also openly queer and incorporates queer themes into his music. he works a lot w fka twigs and has gained a strong following through those collaborations. arca has recently put out a few tracks from his upcoming solo album. dan liked one of those songs, called reverie, and tweeted anthony (theneedledr*p) to include that song in his weekly roundup of best songs of the week (and that if anthony didn’t, he, dan, would unsubscribe). ha ha ha all in good fun, just some nerdy bants between two pretentious music fans. cool. anthony responded, however, by saying that dan should show how much he actually likes arca and his music by getting “all the tween girls” that watch him to go listen to reverie and watch the music video. in that statement he makes many frankly insulting assumptions: first, that all of dan’s viewers are tween girls. second, that dan can’t talk about his actual interests with tween girls and that he represents himself disingenuously to his audience. third, that tween girls wouldn’t be into or understand arca’s new song/mv. it’s just a lovely reiteration of the oldest fucking stereotype in the book which is that young girls are stupid and shallow and, crucially, monolithic–they can’t have diverse or complex interests. they are all the same. they only fangirl over simple entertainment, and their opinions, as a result, are less valid and deserve less respect. pretty fucked all-around. then dan responded with a gif of the watermelon which even i don’t entirely understand but generally anthony is called ‘melon’ by his followers and i suppose the gif suggests that dan is fighting back in some way by showing a watermelon being sliced up. it’s a bit vague. 

to the last anon: i’m not sure how i made a “big deal” about this. i wrote about my distaste for this exchange in a tag on a post i reblogged. my critique was like less than 10 words. but you’ve sort of inspired me to make a bigger deal out of it than i did then bc to be frank, this whole shitty attitude that men have towards young girls and their interests DESERVE to be called out, DESERVE to be described for what they are. they’re prejudiced and reductive and misogynistic. and they place pressure on insecure dudes like dan to cater his content to a mythical (partially imagined) audience of straight boys whose opinions he inadvertently values more because of the fact he hears this shit from other straight men around him–people whom he respects and considers peers. he hears people demonizing the stereotype of a “fangirl” and looks at his audience and takes those fangirls less seriously as a result. i mean, i think dan does a good job NOT invalidating fangirls or lumping them all together and stereotyping them actively, for the most part, but he himself has talked about these straight male viewers who expect certain quality from his dinof content and that that is the reason he couldn’t upload a vid of pastel edits onto dinof or a video of him and phil painting each others’ nails. he feels that straight male gaze even if he doesn’t directly talk shit about fangirls on the flip side, and he allows the pressure of their expectations to dictate the videos he makes–i don’t think it’s reaching to guess that those expectations are even a large part of why it takes him so long to make videos. he says in his diss track himself that he procrastinates videos because he’s afraid of being judged. but he knows “fangirls” love him, so who is he afraid of being judged by? the edgy straight guys. i’m angry bc all of this latent sexism is dumb and harmful as fuck and to reiterate:

  1. not all of dan’s audience is female 
  2. not all of dan’s audience is young 
  3. not all of dan’s young, female audience blindly loves him and everything he makes 
  4. there are for sure young females who like “good” “artistic” musicians like arca
  5. even the ones who don’t like arca don’t deserve to be made fun of and stereotyped for liking what they like 
  6. or to be the target of assumptions that they are less intelligent and less interesting/complex bc theY DONT LIKE WEIRD ALT ELECTRO MUSIC
  7. literally FUCK STRAIGHT DUDES AND TOXIC MASCULINITY OK IMAGINE BEING SO FUCKING FAR UP UR OWN ASS THAT U NEED TO SHIT ON YOUNG GIRLS JUST BC U THINK UR MUSIC TASTE IS SUPERIOR TO EVERYONE ELSES LIEK 

i can’t deal. that shit is fucked up and not funny at all, i don’t see how it’s grounds for a “joke” so like ya. i’m mad. idgaf 

anonymous asked:

Hello, Aga from Poland. :D I really love your fics. If you have time I have a prompt: It’s Derek birthday after he leaves town and Stiles drunk dialing. Bonus if Sheriff walks in and take his phone and wishes Derek happy birthday.

Oh, thank you!! <3

Since the fandom’s pretty much agreed that Derek’s birthday is on Christmas, I decided to use that here. Hope you enjoy!!

He’s had entirely too much eggnog to be left alone with his phone. His dad should know that. His friends should definitely know that.

But Scott’s busy, caught up in some kind of mating dance with Allison that involves hanging out awkwardly in doorways under the mistletoe and sending her sad eyes, and Lydia’s keeping Allison company at the other side of the room while she sends covert, longing glances back. His dad’s laughing with Melissa with that love-struck sort of look that’s been building up in his eyes for years long now, and probably hadn’t even noticed Stiles swiping the bottle, adding way too much rum after he’d ducked back into the kitchen with it. It’s a holiday, after all, and he’s allowed to have a drink to celebrate.

His dad just didn’t specify how much drink the drink was allowed to have.

So when Stiles ends up in his bedroom, staring at his phone, it’s everyone’s fault, really, and no one’s. Honestly it feels kind of inevitable. Him lying in his room, on the outskirts of the mating dances, scrolling idly through his contact list until he pauses on a familiar number. He has it memorized even though he probably shouldn’t, but this might not be the first time he’s opened up his contact list to stare at it these past few weeks. To look at the name typed out over the digits, to wonder at the way so few letters can leave his chest writhing with so many unresolved feelings.

He lifts his thumb, brushes across the short word fondly, and jumps as the phone registers an attempt to call and starts dialing.

Stiles seriously shouldn’t be surprised that it happened. He’s a clumsy, melancholy drunk, and it’s about time he accepts it.

The phone continues to ring while he stares, transfixed, at the tiny image of a phone blinking on his screen. Connecting… connecting…

It’s the phone’s fault, he decides. That stupid, sensitive touch screen, stirring up trouble by calling people it has no business in calling, just because Stiles had been maybe brushing his thumb across that name, thinking about hearing that stupid grumpy voice. And so maybe he’d been imagining the smooth screen was a rough, stubble-covered jaw, been half lost in imagining what it might feel like under his fingers… but that’s no reason for his phone to go ahead and call him.

And Derek’s surprised too, it seems like, because while Stiles is busy scowling at the stupid device, he answers, and there’s a startled lilt in his voice when he says Stiles’ name.

Stiles should probably just say he’d dialed the wrong number, or shoot out a quick, cheerful “Merry Christmas” and let that be that.

“You’re not here,” is what slips out instead, his hands clenching a little, his lips twisting into a pout that probably carries into his tone.

There’s a short silence from Derek’s end, and then an amused huff of air.

“Are you just noticing that?”

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All in black, he was a shadow among shadows, dark of hair, long of face, grey of eye.

this happened because @dreamofspring poked me and because i have no self control.


“He has an ally,” Lady Selyse said. “R'hllor, the Lord of Light, the Heart of Fire, the God of Flame and Shadow.” (Prologue, ACOK)

one of martin’s build-ups over the course of a clash of kings through a dance with dragons is the confusion surrounding who azor ahai reborn is on the part of the players within the series. from the moment that stannis’ entourage is introduced in the begninning of a clash of kings, it’s made clear both that selyse and melisandre believe that he is indeed the lord of light reborn, but also that there’s no proof beyond melisandre’s visions that he is.  when melisandre is at the wall in a dance with dragons, she is shown a different vision, one that lines up much more with what the reader knows to be true:

Yet now she could not even seem to find her king. I pray for a glimpse of Azor Ahai, and R'hllor shows me only Snow. (Melisandre, ADWD)

that jon snow is likely that great hero that she envisioned, and that he, not stannis, will be the one to save the world from whatever apocalypse the winds of winter and a dream of spring have in store is hardly a surprising turn for the reader, however shocking it may be to the red priestess. jon snow, whose narrative traces the rise of a hero, has taken vows to wear the black for the remainder of his life, and to be “the watcher on the walls…the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.”  he has all the makeup of a shining hero, and yet one whose very birth is shrouded in mystery, in shadows.

shadows comprise one of the strongest visual themes in a song of ice and fire.  they visually encapsulate those “shades of grey” that martin so enjoys examining in his thematic and character work.  the imagery conflicts itself.  do the shadows represent the light or the dark? r’hllor or the old gods of the north? jon’s bastardy or the potential for him to wield intense political power?  or, perhaps, it is all of this, mixed together, for lines get blurred in the shadows.

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A Word To The Sherlock Fandom

Over the past two weeks I have read some truly angry pieces by a very upset Sherlock fandom. Usually, I would counter this with lots of Moffat praise and wait for the wave of anger to subside. But this time, it has become a matter of showing respect to the LGBT+ community. So for once, I am going to address the issue before I move on with my usual blogging routine. 

For Those Who Don’t Know What The Anger Is About…

In a nutshell, what it boils down to is that the episode The Final Problem gave its viewers the impression that the show might be over for good. And if that really were the case, it would mean the relationship between Sherlock and John would never have become canon. And the hints that were planted throughout the show would have been all in our heads. 

Now let me start by making my position on the matter clear: I firmly believe in a romantic relationship between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. I believe in it when watching the BBC series, I believe in it when reading the original books, I believe in it even after having watched The Final Problem. I believe. 

Originally posted by violincameos

I also strongly believe that Gatiss and Moffat have actually read the books and that they cannot possibly have overlooked all the subtext that hints towards a John-Sherlock relationship. And finally, I firmly believe that the writers have every intention to include this relationship in the show, if they get the chance…

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brittanyzelazno  asked:

#8 (this is the best prompt list I've ever seen btw)

“why are you so jealous?”
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“you ready to go shawn?” you called from the front door as you waiting for shawn to meet you.

you were going to a club tonight with some old friends you hadn’t seen in a while, you were excited.

you decided to wear your favourite black dress that came a little bit past your butt, along with black heels to match. you always found yourself wearing black and black, it was natural to you.

“i’m coming, i’m coming,” shawn chuckled, meeting you at the front door.

“we match,” you commented as you waited for shawn to put his shoes on. he was wearing black skinny jeans and a black dress shirt that was almost too tight. if you looked close enough, you could make out the defined muscles on his chest and arms.

“if you wear that, we’re gonna be late to the party.” shawn said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

you pulled away, laughing slightly. “come on, we’ve got people waiting for us.”

shawn pouted as you patted his chest, “maybe later babe.”

the ride to the club was spent in comfortable silence, shawn’s hand rested on your thigh the entire time and he was occasionally humming along to whatever was playing on the radio.

getting into the club was easy, but finding your friends was the hardest part. there were many, many, people in the club tonight and trying to make your way through the crowd was tough.

shawn rested his hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd. you knew he was also showing everyone around that you were his.

“y/n! shawn!“your best friend called from the bar, she got up from her seat and practically ran to you.

"long time no see!” you yelled, due to the music being loud. “i missed you.”

she pulled you in for a quick hug, before leading you to the bar. shawn followed, taking a seat between you and your best friends’ boyfriend, jack.

shawn and jack excused themselves after a bit, leaving you two at the bar by yourself.

after about 15 minutes, someone took the seat next to you. you assumed it was shawn so you said nothing.

“can we have some tequila shots?” you best friend called, throwing some money on the bar.

the waiter returned with the shots, and as we went to take the money the man you assumed to be shawn spoke up.

“i’ve got it.”

he handed him money before you or your friend could protest.

“you really didn’t have to do that.” you said, handing him the drink. “here, you can have it.”

“a pretty thing like you shouldn’t have to pay for her own drink.”

you blushed at the compliment, “thank you,”

he kept talking to you, and it was starting to make you and your best friend rather uncomfortable.

“so anyways-”

he was cut off by shawn coming behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“sorry babe, i’m back. is he bothering you?”

the unknown man’s confidence faded in an instant. “u-uh, no sorry. i was just going.”

as we walked away, shawn continued his death stare on him until he was out of sight.

“let’s go.”

shawn harshly grabbed your hand, pulling you outside the club before you could even say bye to your friend.

“what’s your problem shawn?” you asked as soon as you walked outside, pulling your hand away.

“you should already know y/n.”

he slammed the door to his jeep after he got in, you following before he could drive away.

“what do you mean? i should know?”

“you were flirting with him back there, and you were letting him flirt with you y/n! what the hell?”

“why are you so jealous?” you asked, “i don’t get it?”

he slammed his hands on the wheel, causing you to jump slightly.

neither of you talked the entire ride home, but you knew that as soon as you walked through the front doors to his apartment you were going to start yelling.

as soon as shawn parked the car you got out as fast as you could, reaching the door to the apartment and slamming it shut.

“would you like to answer my question?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“you want to know why i’m so jealous y/n? because when you do shit like that it makes me feel like i’m not good enough for you! why should you feel the need to flirt with other guys in front of me? or at all? am i not good enough, do you not want me anymore?”

he ran his hands through his hair and you felt a piece of your heart break with his words.

“oh shawn, that’s not how i feel at all. i love you and only you! you know-” you began, walking closer to him.

“i know, i know. you’re a natural flirty person, but still i can’t help it.”

“i’m sorry, i didn’t know.”

he shook his head, “it’s okay, i’m sorry too.”

you had an idea on how to make this situation a little better. you stood on your tip-toes and brought your lips to his ear.

“come with me and i’ll show you how much i love you.”

he smirked as you led him into his bedroom.

“So what’s it gonna be, huh? Long sullen silence or mean comment?”

Since I’m on a superhero kick at the moment and I just got to see Deadpool, have a late night sketch of some Negasonic Teenage Warhead!

tbh…if you want to bitch about things in fic that piss you off…either keep it to yourself or tell a friend about it privately

don’t put a huge long ranty assholey post in the tags so that everyone has to see it

and don’t act like fic writers…have an obligation…to write fic the way you like it?? we’re not getting paid?? we do it for fun in our free time?? I mean if you want to pay me I’ll write what you want how you want but otherwise be quiet because we’re all just trying to have fun here

and fic writers contribute SO MUCH to fandom….you just need to not. just literally don’t. cancel the post, close your computer, go do something else. if you think a fic is bad just close the damn tab, don’t yell at the author and don’t make nasty posts on tumblr.

some manners and consideration. seriously.

pxiao  asked:

Top five Fruitshipping moments. Cause I want to see a good show don't tell relationship and we have plenty of moments to fill a large variety of these lists.

Oh god just 5??? Okay I got this be still my heart

5. Episode 2, Yuzu and Yuya’s action duel

Okay I know this is pretty early in the series and it can be seen as platonic, but you get so much character from this scene and grounds of a solid friendship between them. Like:

Yuzu’s getting shit because she was rude to Yuya like some of the fandom does to her lol but instead she just goes with it.

Like at this point of the story we now know both Yuya and Yuzu are entertainers, and now we get to see them doing what they love together and how they work off each other.

Not to mention this scene is funny as hell. Like wow it’s just showing us two cuties performing together (granted it’s not perfect because Yuya’s in funk atm) and I already fell for their dynamic at this point and its only ep 2. 

ALSO they fucking used Plain Plain (where this duel took place) in episode 141 to rip my god damn heart out and to show this duel had meaning and we should realize that we’re missing Yuzu.

4. Yuya is PISSED/cry baby (eps 50 + 51)

At this point in the show we’ve gotten a good basis on their relationship. Yuya and Yuzu are childhood friends with the same goal and they inspire each other to become stronger. Pretty standard and honestly nothing new.

And then they get separated.

Like I did NOT expected them to act the way they did when this happened (at least Yuya because when has a main protag ever cared that much for the female protag minus Anzu from season 0)

I am 98% sure that this is the first time Yuya has cried openly to people without his goggles AND ITS CAUSE OF YUZU. This boy has hidden his emotions about his dad, his bullying, and pendulum summoning but Yuzu’s apparent capture is what got Yuya to finally show his sadness and not cover them with jokes and his goggles.

Yuya as we know, when he’s not berserker, is a pacifist but he’s going out of character because he’s so mentally distraught and sad. Like the only person I would get like that for is my twin so to me this speaks volumes since Yuya values Yuzu’s well being over his own values.  

And then in Yugioh it’s a known thing that the female protags most times stay on the side line and cheer on the main protag AND THEYRE ACTUALLY ACKNOWLEDGING IT AND IT’S SUPER IMPORTANT TO YUYA. Like apparently Yuma’s says something similar to Kotori near the end of Zexal but I’m not there yet but like this is ep 50 compared to 140-something.

Looking back this is super important. Like when Zarc got revived he stated he was surprised/thrilled that there was more to Pendulum Summoning than he first thought (combining all the three methods w/ it) and the reason Yuya was able to do it was because of Yuzu. He was able to go beyond Zarc’s expectations and plans BECAUSE OF YUZU.

God when has a main protag screamed out a female protags name like that before in yugioh??? 

Yuzu is also a cry baby three episodes down the line.

3. Yuzu saves Yuya from Zarc

It speaks volumes when nearly all your friends (including your bff THE MAN Gonzengaka) can’t save from Satan, but the moment you say one sentence to you, you regain some control.

Like god, I love their relationship. Zarc and Ray are literally trying to destroy the other but these two can break through their previous lives soul’s to communicate with one another cause of how god damn much they mean to each other.

Listen if you go across DIMENSIONS to get save someone in Yugioh YOU KNOW your ship is real (Spiritshipping and Keyshipping being the other prime examples). But like in my fruitshipping video (which ya’ll should watch) this moment is when I used the lyrics ‘no distance can ever keep us apart’ because WOW dimensions AND demonic/angelic possessions isn’t enough sever the bond between these two.

Also my otp tag.

2. Yuya summons Odd-Eyes Raging Dragon

Lowkey this moment is up so high because Yuya’s just fucking amazing in this scene. Like Zarc’s influence is getting stronger but like LIST OF THINGS THAT HAVE CAUSED YUYA SO GO BERSERKER 

-Ep 39 with Zarc’s trigger words and Yuya didn’t even remember it

-Yuto’s memories of being attacked the Academia 

-Being electrocuted in the god damn brain

-Being in the same area as all four boys that causes a hole to open in the sky

-Creepy old guys touching Yuzu

Like one of these things is not like the other lol

Seriously though, the others are near close to psychological torture and PTSD but someone touching Yuzu inappropriately invokes the same amount of rage from Yuya. THATS A HUGE ASS COMPARISON. Also the scene was gorgeous god damn.

1. Yuzu inspires Yuya during Friendship Cup

Okay this moment…THIS is when Fruitshipping went from a casual ship to god damn otp for me.

So for the past couple eps, Yuya has been feeling like shit (ground facility, losing Jack, missing Yuzu), of course Yuzu doesn’t know some of bad shit that’s going on, but goddamit the citrus is going to show the tomato that she’s okay.

Like dueling for other people is nothing new to yugioh but holy SHIT

Of course Yuzu doesn’t know the cost of losing, but all she wants to do is make Yuya feel at ease (which the poor boy hasn’t felt in so long fuck)

Yuzu hasn’t spoken to Yuya this entire arc but she knows how he’s feeling right now. She knows Yuya. This just furthers the belief that they’ve known each other for so god damn long and are ‘irreplaceable’ to one another.

Look at how goddamn surprised he is. Like instead of worrying about herself, she’s worried about him?? Granted this might have to do with Yuya’s self worth issues And as the duel goes on, it’s not just her feelings she trying to convey to Yuya (hot-blooded and shivers). Instead of ‘oh look it’s your love-interest’s feelings’ she shows that everyone from back in Standard are also with Yuya.

ALSO THEY PLAYED YUYA’S THEME DURING THIS GOD. EVEN THE OST’S ARE SHOWING US THEIR RELATIONSHIP.

LOOK AT HOW GOD DAMN HAPPY HE IS. LIKE WHEN HAS THIS BOY EVER CRIED FROM JOY SO FAR IN THIS SHOW. THIS IS DEVELOPMENT THAT HE SHOULDN’T HIDE HIS EMOTIONS AND SHOULD EMBRACE THEM AHH.

Just…fuck me. 

anonymous asked:

The chocobros s/o is an important lady of Lucis. After her parents death during the darkness, as the older children, she takes the power of her family's land. But her brother, jealous of her, decides to kill her and take control. But the assassin's sent by him didn't make it to kill her, just hurt her. The guys knew straight away it was their s/o brother's doing. So how they react and pass to action?

Hey anon! Just want to apologise for how long this took to get filled- are short headcanons okay? You’ve already specified all the details of the scenario so I guess I’ll just jump right into initial reaction and actions :D Enjoy! <3 (Note: Noct’s turned into a mini-drabble because I didn’t know how else to write his).


Noctis: Noctis emerges from the Crystal after ten years of darkness has already plagued the lands of Eos. The first person he wants to see when he arrived in Hammerhead is you. He’s desperate to see you because Talcott has told him briefly about the attempt on your life two years back. All Noctis knew was that you inherited your family’s land and property in the rural outskirts of Lucis. He was fairly sure that the culprit was your brother, but he didn’t want to confront him until he had an opportunity to speak with you. Time was running short for Noctis anyways- he had to bring the light back to Eos. He had to make all the time he had left last.

Noctis’ heart aches when he finally sees you limping about Hammerhead, dressed in your black skinny jeans, worn leather boots, armguards and grey t-shirt. You hair is done up and you wore a cheery smile on your face despite your permanent injury dealt by your younger brother and the unending darkness.

“Y/n…” Noctis calls out, his voice hoarse from not being used for so long. Talcott gives the two of you some privacy, and the other guys, despite wanted to see Noctis just as much as you did, kept to themselves a little while longer to give the two of you privacy. Noctis both felt bad, and glad about that. He really needed to ask you about what had happened in his absence. When you finally managed to meet him half way, he wrapped you up in a warm embrace, inhaling your familiar scent.

“Noct… it’s been a while. You’ve got a beard. You look like a king.” Noctis nodded his head, shutting his eyes in an almost pained expression.

“Where did he hurt you?” Noctis asked, not beating around the bush at all. You pulled back carefully and stared him in his deep blue eyes.

“I’m sorry?”

“Where did he injure you, two years ago? When you had a dispute over the land you inherited?” Noctis clarified, his expression serious. You raised an eyebrow at his questions.

“You think my brother did it?” You ask incredulously. But there was a tinge of sadness in your eyes as you regarded Noctis. The new king sighed and pulled you back into his chest. You let out a sigh of your own. “He shattered my femur. I have a rod in place there now, but it’s still uncomfortable. The fact that there’s no sunlight for vitamin D intake didn’t help the healing. But I’m okay now. I’m safe…” you trailed off, eyes tearing up as Noctis leaned back and regarded you with a concerned expression. “I made sure… that he could never hurt me again, Noct. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Noctis’ eyes widened. “You mean…?”

“He’s dead. I fried him… with a thundaga spell. It was my life or his. It haunts me even now. He was my baby brother but-” you started to hyperventilate when Noctis stopped you from speaking with a soft peck to the lips.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry. It’s okay now. I’ll protect you- I’ll bring the light back, and I’ll make sure you’ll live a long, safe and happy life. I promise you this.” Noctis whispered into your ears, pressing tender kisses to the shell of your ear. You sighed, and shut your eyes tight. You ignored the shaky element to Noctis’ voice and snuggled deep into his chest.

He was hiding something… but from the moment you met him, he had never gone back down on any of the promises he made you.

You trusted him to keep you safe.


Prompto: Prompto tells you to be careful when you initially find out about the land you inherited from your parents. You tell him not to worry about anything, and that you’re going to be fine and perfectly safe. You didn’t know of anyone who held a vendetta against you and you were confident that you were well-liked by all. Even in the rare cases where you had some people who didn’t exactly enjoy your success and nobility in this life, you were sure you could defend yourself against them and whatever they threw at you. So when you were surrounded by three assassins in the middle of the night in your makeshift bedroom in Hammerhead, you were very confused and felt betrayed.

The only person you knew who could have possibly had the power to hire assassins to come to your exact location and terminate your life was none other than your dear baby brother. You’d struggled, and gotten grievously injured in your struggle against the assassins, but had come out alive. Barely able to drag in complete breaths, you quickly called Prompto and relayed the situation with what energy you had left before you passed out on the floor.

When Prompto arrived and saw the carnage in your room, with you lying unconscious in the middle of it, he was absolutely furious. No one had ever seen the happy-go-lucky blond in such a state before. It was absolutely terrifying. He’d made sure that you were safe and treated for your injuries before pressing a soft kiss to your temple and making his way out towards your brother’s rag-tag base a few miles off of Hammerhead.

When he arrived there, he used his guns to reign havoc on the base. Bodies fell here, there, everywhere, but Prompto kept a straight face. The nervous boy from the beginning of Noctis’ journey as King was long gone, and replaced with the heart and soul of a merciless warrior.

In this world of darkness, Prompto had to be as such.

Prompto finally reached your brother’s quarters and found him huddled against the corner of his tent in fear. Prompto cocked his gun and tipped his head to the side in mock contemplation. “Should I spare you? Tell me… I want to know your opinion.” Prompto asked, his voice soft. Your younger brother began to nod, fear in his eyes, and Prompto’s eyes hardened. “Wrong answer.” A shot rang out and a body slumped to the ground. Prompto’s heart began to race, as it always did when he took a life. But he just gulped and turned away from his mess.

He put his gun away and made his way back to you. He didn’t ever want you to know what he did. He was afraid you’d hate him- but it had to be done. Your brother attempted to end your life, and so Prompto ended his.

Simple.


Gladio: When Gladio came back from his latest long-term hunting mission, he was told by Cindy that you were not in a good state. You were injured pretty badly, with a deep gash running across the top of your back, and you had a hard time staying awake for more than an hour at a time. Gladio immediately made his way to your room and sat with you until you awoke from your slumber. When you blinked up at him blearily, he was almost afraid that you had forgotten who he was. But then your eyes shot open in recognition and your hand weakly reached for his own.

“Gladdy… I feel like shit.” Gladio frowned at you.

“What happened?”

You sighed and shrugged. “I don’t even know. I was walking back from trying to gather some herbs for Iggy in that dirt patch we call a garden, you know, the one with all the light shining onto the soil? Yeah so I was doing that, and suddenly I was on the ground on my front with a woozy head and a hella lot of pain across my back. Apparently, I lost a lot of blood.”

Gladio sighed and shook his head.

“Do you know who did this to you?” you shrugged at his question.

“I don’t know for sure- maybe someone who wants my parents’ land? Remember how I was telling you about how they died at the Citadel raid all those years ago? Cor finally managed to get me the deeds to their land and I’m the official owner. Though, no one actually knows about the fact that I am now the owner of that land besides you, Cindy, Cid and my brother.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “And Cor. You don’t think it was Cor, do you?” You suddenly added, your eyes widening comically. Gladio rolled his eyes at you and shook his head.

“It was your brother for sure. When was the last time you saw him?” Gladio asked, his tone inquisitive. You tilted your head to the side, wincing as your skin on your back was pulled slightly with the movement.

“Um, a week ago? Exactly two days before the attack… oh.” You deadpanned suddenly, realisation hitting you fast and hard. “Well, that complicates things.”

Gladio nodded. “Uh huh. Want me to deal with it?” You shook your head.

“I don’t want him dead, big guy! You’re like an under taker, oh my Six!” you cried out softly, but dramatically. Gladio grinned and patted your knee gently as he stood up and grabbed his weapon. He got ready to leave your room, and you felt your chest tighten at the sight. “Gladdy, I’m serious. If he was the one who was responsible, I still don’t want him dead. He’s my baby brother and I love him no matter what. Promise me you won’t hurt him too bad?” you pleaded.

Gladio nodded. “Yeah… fine. Not too bad. Just enough so that he gets a scar that he’ll see every day and remember not to mess with you ever again. That freaking punk…”


Ignis: When you’re rushed into the infirmary at Hammerhead, Ignis drops everything he’s doing and fumbles to your side. Being blind, he was unable to see exactly what was wrong with you, but from what he was hearing, he could tell it was bad. He heard the sounds of machines beeping, and a lot of murmurs and chatter. Prompto had grabbed Ignis by the arm and led him out of the room to sit in one of the benches outside while the medics worked on you and your rather serious injuries.

“What happened to her?” Ignis asked, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. Prompto squeezed Ignis’ hand, equally shaken.

“She was attacked. They think it was the work of her brother’s assassins. They left a note- it said something about taking back what was rightfully his.” Prompto answered quietly. Ignis let Prompto hold onto his hand as the two of them waited out on the bench for any news on your status. Ignis took a deep breath after a few moments before turning his head towards where he thought Prompto was.

“How bad… did she look?” Ignis asked tentatively.

“Pretty bad. Pale. Lots of blood. Her arm was bent a weird way. Severe burns to her hands- though they look self-inflicted. She wasn’t the best at using Noct’s offensive magic.” Prompto chuckled humourlessly. Ignis allowed himself a sad smile and nodded.

“Indeed. When she gets better, I must teach her how to control her power. She has talent, but she is scared of it.”

Prompto nodded. “It’s scary to hold that much power. People can come after you for it.”

“Like her younger brother came after her life in exchange for their kin’s land.” Ignis said carefully. Prompto sighed and hummed in agreement.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

The two men sat on the bench for at least fifteen minutes before speaking again.

“So… apparently y/n did a number on the other guys. They were all reported dead.” Prompto supplied, sounding rather despondent. Ignis frowned.

“That’s a good thing, is it not? She survived because she killed.” Ignis supplied amicably. Prompto let out a troubled sigh. “Was her brother part of the massacre?”

“Oh,” Prompto squeaked, “he was, uh, especially dead. Like a roasted chikatrice. But… human. And her brother. Thing is… I’m not sure she even knew what she did. The forensic guys from the Crownsguard Force said that the magic discharge looked involuntary and uncontrolled. She might not have even known that what she was doing was killing those people. She just wanted to survive. Fair enough, I say… but what do we tell her?” Prompto asked, sounding troubled.

Ignis bit his lip and stood from the bench, and seeing this Prompto also stood beside his friend. “We keep it quiet. We disclose minimally and if asked about her brother, we feign ignorance.”

Prompto gaped at Ignis, not that the taller man could see blond’s reaction.

“We lie to her? About this?”

Ignis nodded. “Indeed. It’s for her own mental well-being. The guilt would kill her. She loved her brother dearly.”

Prompto sighed once more. “Okay. Whatever you say, Iggy.”

Ignis bit the inside of his lip and clenched his fists tightly.

If only he was there with you. If only he was able to be useful and protect you. This wouldn’t have happened. This could have been avoided.

anonymous asked:

Heya! After a few years of posting original works online, I've slipped back into fanfic, but I'm super out of touch. I'd tried to write fanfic the way I write original stuff, and it just didn't work- I'd written something novel-length and novel-style, but looking back now it doesn't feel appropriate (and the hit count is miserable, haha!). Have you got any tips on the differences between writing original fic and fanfic, and how to jump back into the pit without embarrassing myself again?

Hi there, anon!  Thanks for your question :)

I have personal experience with this struggle, I assure you.  It seems like when a writer first transitions to original work, they feel like it’s a one-way trip – like once you’ve made the shift, you can’t go back.  But that’s purely psychological, and once you overcome it, you’ll be able to transition seamlessly between the two!

Although I’ve found that writing original fiction isn’t all that different from writing fanfiction, I’ll give you a few tips for slipping back into “fanfiction-brain”:

  • Watch (or read) the source material.  Novel-writing is all about being original, with your characters and your writing style – but fanfiction is about creating stories in the world (and in a way, the style) of the original creators.  You wouldn’t write a Captain America fanfiction in the same mindset as you wrote your high-fantasy adventure novel!  So immerse yourself in this separate world and your mindset will follow.
  • Read fanfiction in this universe.  Find some quality fanfic, with similar themes to what you’d want to write (e.g. angst, fluff, etc.).  And read it through writer’s eyes, which means paying attention to how chapters are opened and closed, how long they are, how much detail is included, and, maybe most importantly in your case, how they’re presented and marketed to readers.  Your hit problem may be more to do with your presence in the fanfiction community than anything else!
  • Re-learn the audience.  People reading original fiction are looking for new characters, universes, and conflicts to fall in love with – but fanfiction readers already love the setting and the characters.  They already know what they want, and they’re going to click away if you don’t, in some form or another, give them what they want.  So if you’re writing a complex story that’s tagged as angst, you’re going to need to put some emphasis on the angst.  If you’re writing for an audience who want feel-good fluff – no matter how much your novel-brain is saying, “This isn’t enough to fuel a story!” – you have to include some feel-good fluff.
  • Adapt to an episodic style.  Every installment of your fanfiction is going to need some sort of hook, to ensure that your readers follow up with the next chapter.  Remember that no one is paying for the whole fanfiction, so they have little reason to invest time in something that isn’t gripping their attention.  The good news: fanfiction allows us to be self-indulgent with things like angst and fluff filler, because our readers will likely enjoy it as much as we do.  So the pressure of keeping readers interested is matched with the cushion of filler!
  • And lastly, make use of your personal voice.  Fanfiction is sold by personality, just as much as story – your author’s notes, your summary, and your narrative style – so make sure to develop a stage presence.  This will make it easier to address your readers when asking for feedback, and will likely net you more followers!

That’s all I’ve got at the moment, but if you have another question, send it in and I’ll get back to you!  Thanks again, and good luck :)


If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

anonymous asked:

you have witch powers? i've always been fascinated with "paranormal" stuff, including magic, so i was wondering if u could tell me stuff about it. is magic real? what kind of stuff did ur grandma do? are ghosts and spirits real too? what kinds of spells can witches cast? is it like supernatural? sorry if i'm asking a lot of questions i'm just so fascinated and curious. i didn't even know witches were like, legit until i read ur tags, i just thought that people back then said that so they had 1/2

2/2 a reason to burn a woman they didn’t like. ok now i’m rambling but in short, what can u tell me about witch stuff? i’m just asking cause i’m really curious :)

(about my tags on this)

#whenever phil gets out the tarot cards and pulls something scarily accurate i’m just like…. yes…. good…show us your witch powers…… #(my own experience with tarot? so reassuring. and calming. it’s like asking for a friend’s advice but that friend is your own brain.) #also my great grandmother was a witch by profession and i definitely got some of her magic #i have not yet learned to recognise a feeling when i feel it.. but when stuff happens later i’m like OH THAT WAS MY MYSTERIOUS FEELING #one of our sheep died a week or so ago.. and for two days straight i was outside in the middle of the night staring at the moon #and wondering why i felt death in the air #and the rain made me cry and it felt like release but i didn’t know why #and i immediately started worrying about our sheep but didn’t follow up to see if they were okay #then two days later my mother comes in and tells me one of our sheep died and two days ago had given my mother “the death look” #if you’ve never seen someone or something die… there’s this look they have that’s like a disgraced peacefulness and self-awareness #but basically i knew the sheep was gonna die without any reason for me to think that #and i need to learn to follow up on my instincts because they’re ever-present and i never know when it’s a psychic thing or random anxiety #disclaimer: IS IT ALL BULLSHIT who knows? but science doesn’t know a whole lot about a lot of things and this stuff is natural to me #so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

okay!! i was expecting someone to ask, so here goes. (in case anyone’s wondering, this is a personal post, and no, i’m not making this stuff up.) (feel free to reblog if you want. but it’s so goddamn long aaah)

first off, an opinion: whether or not you believe magic is real in this world is entirely related to whether or not it is real. at least in my books. magic/paramormal stuff can always be observed, but if you don’t believe it’s anything beyond coincidence or skilled trickery, it’s not gonna impact you.

i do believe in ghosts (or djinns, or something else human-like), but in my experience they don’t really do anything except exist in some other realm and occasionally become visible when i’m at my most lucid, at that point between waking and sleeping. most people (myself included) would say it’s just a hallucination. but like…. who’s to say it isn’t real, just in a way we as humans don’t yet understand? y’know?

the most interesting ghost sighting i’ve experienced was when i was fully awake, not hallucinating. i was in a car with my sister, my sister’s friend, and her mother - and we drove over a bridge, and i saw a fritzing semi-translucent black figure walking along the peak. i looked back and it was gone. it wasn’t scary, it was just really cool. i saw that with my own two eyes, i have zero doubt i saw it, and for that moment, it was there.

other times i’ve seen things pass through walls, or felt presences in the room that vanish when i look. i get deja vu maybe once a week. the ability comes and goes in phases, switched on and off whenever i tell someone about it. it’s like that part of my brain gets really shy and goes into hiding when it’s mentioned.

sometimes it can be pretty powerful. there’ve been moments when a deja vu begins, i remember it from a dream, fast-forward through the memory to remember what happens, and i get ahead of present time, so i predict what’s in front of me by about one to three seconds. usually it’s snippets of conversation, or my hands moving to complete an action, or words i’m typing. (let me tell you, it’s so freaking bizarre when you’re consciously typing, thinking about what you’re typing, and simultaneously remembering typing it before, and knowing what you’re about to type despite not yet knowing. and then seeing it happen. i think a lot of people reading this would be like “what?” but i know there’s someone out there who knows exactly what i mean)

for a long time in my teenage years i told people i’d see coloured figures, like auras without physical people, just hanging around out there in the world, but due to health issues a lot of my teenage memories are gone, and the only memory i have of that stuff is the recollection of me telling people about it, and remembering it while telling people. it’s really weird. i sometimes think maybe i made that up?? but i don’t understand why i’d do that when i do actually see other things sometimes.

once, my family visited this old historic building, and i remember seeing a woman in a maid’s outfit duck through a doorway. but she wasn’t actually there. so. idk.

my great-grandmother (or great-great grandmother?) on my mother’s side used to sell love spells to the people in her Indian village. my mother told me about it when i was little. my [great] great grandmother would write a spell on parchment, and the client had to go home and burn it in their fire. and she would curse people, in exchange for payment. that’s all i know about that. but my grandmother (also on my mother’s side) used to have some kind of power, i never got to ask about it while she was still alive. (she was an awesome woman. one of the first women in her country and generation to go to university.)

personally, having been raised as a muslim, i always felt really disconnected from the culture and practices of the religion, even though i believe in the supernatural aspects of it right down to my core. that’s despite my ultimate acknowledgement of facts being deeply rooted in hard science. recently (like, in the past few months) i’ve started to rediscover my faith - directly following on from a quiet interest in the pinterest & instagram aesthetics of paganism and new age magic, which as a concept i was never really sure about. i just really liked how it looked. basically, it clicked in my brain that islamic prayers could, in essence, just be spells. you gotta take everything with a grain of salt. they might not work. but that’s the beauty of it.

a few weeks ago i stumbled across a prayer on tumblr, and read its intended purpose: “Allah will grant whoever recites this seven times in the morning or evening whatever he desires from this world or the next”.

and… i started to think, maybe the purpose is not to actually do that. nothing ought to be a get-out-of-jail-free/do-this-and-your-life-is-made type thing. maybe the purpose is to make you believe nothing can go wrong. and that every bad thing that happens–? it happens so that you can learn from it. and eventually, after many things change, you realise what you desire was not the thing you thought you desired. (idk how to explain that. an example from my life: i really wanted to be a veterinarian growing up. then i got sick, dropped out of school. and now i’m a writer. i want to be a writer more than i ever wanted to be a vet. i had to get sick and my life had to fall apart before i could discover that. writing was never something i’d have considered before.)

my point is, if you believe everything that happens to you will ultimately be a good thing, bad things don’t hurt so much.

and if you take something as a sign, it’s a sign. it’s just your own brain taking hints from the world around you and using them to conjure up a decision. if you wanna believe it’s magic, it is.

personally i like protection prayers/spells and just…generally positive ones. i say prayers for sick friends, people who i see on my tumblr dash who are having a bad time, and if i see or hear about disasters or worldwide events. i’m not expecting it to have a visible impact, but like.. what’s the harm? at the very least it makes me feel like i did something if i don’t have money to give, or i can’t be there with a friend, or the world is falling apart and i’m helpless. praying or saying a spell is just hoping, really, really hard. if some greater being is out there, listening? cool. (but what if god doesn’t wanna do anything? maybe it’s like my cupcake theory. god puts the ingredients in a baking tray, shoves it in the oven, forgets about it. the universe rises as a cupcake. god made it. but the universe is doing its own damn thing.)

regarding tarot cards: again, it’s self-reflection. you can believe answers come from outside influences, but it’s easily just as much about interpreting generic advice and making it mean something to you. but personally i’ve drawn random cards, and known that no other card in the deck would’ve been as relevant at that moment. i’ve used tarot cards to determine the endings for my stories, and coincidentally pulled cards that directly represent my title characters.

one time i was thinking about my fic “The Moonlighter and the Magician” and the card i pulled first was The Magician. and i was like gee thanks tarot cards that’s helpful. (but actually? it meant those cards were on the same wavelength as me. think about it. 78 cards, there’s a one in 78 chance i pull that one on my first try.)

apart from my wonky first-ever tarot readings with the Rider-Waite travel-size tarot deck (which belonged to my mother), i’ve never pulled anything that didn’t eventually make sense. i use The Wild Unknown cards now, i relate to them so much more. plus they’re mine, not borrowed or abandoned for years, which probably helps. (buying those cards was the most money i ever spent on anything. i don’t regret it.)

is any of this like the show ‘supernatural’? not really. the closest i can say my experiences have come to the show would be the episode “faith”. just, the whole episode. it doesn’t matter if it’s the real deal, so long as it works. and boy, does it work for me. and a lot of other people.

like i said, all the spirit-like entities i’ve encountered have been perfectly benign. no monsters, except things i’m pretty sure are nightmares.

but on that note, i take a lot of things to help me sleep. if i didn’t, i’d be waking up screaming night and day (i hit whistle register while screaming, once). i see faces in the dark and creatures in my bedroom, even when my eyes are closed and i’m awake. i sleep with a light on, and i prefer to sleep in the day. i cannot even deal with the presences in my room.

for that matter, my room is definitely the most presence-heavy room in the house. now, although it’s obviously just in a drafty area, i feel the cold spots. all. the. time. i’m feeling one right now as i type this. the door and window are both closed. the heater is always on. the draft comes from the same corner of the ceiling my cat stares at when she’s “staring into space”. there’s definitely something there, but it legit doesn’t bother me. it watches me get dressed sometimes, but it’s not weird about it. like i said, benign.

i feel energy everywhere i go. i can’t stay in my family’s open plan living room comfortably for more than a few minutes, because that room is filled with people and pets coming and going all freaking day, and even when it’s empty, it’s so LOUD. there’s vibrations and voices coming out of the walls, because the house absorbs it all. as a generally tired person, that room exhausts me. i can only stay there if i have social energy. (yes, even an empty room.)

i am so, so sensitive to people’s moods and the energy they let out (to the point where i burst out screaming if i see a negative microexpression during a personal conversation). i find phone calls very difficult, not just because of social anxiety, but because i can’t sense energy as easily as i want to, and is natural for me. skype calls aren’t the same as being there in person. a lot of this could also be autism-related, but nearly everything about me is autism-related, because i’m autistic. go figure.

one time, the day i had my first period, i passed out in a maths exam. all the other times in my life, i’ve seen black or maybe red when i passed out, but this time it was a striking cobalt blue. and i heard SO MANY VOICES, i thought the whole classroom was full of people shouting. my P.E. teacher was observing that exam, she carried me out of the room and lay me on the floor outside. i told her about the voices, she looked at me in confusion and said “there were no voices?? the whole room was silent for the exam.” obviously that was a weird day, but given the amount of times i’ve lost conciousness in my life, before and after that day, i know the warm muggy feeling of slipping away, and i guarantee that one was just a little bit not-normal.

my cat Wilson follows me everywhere. if you’ve ever seen a picture of a witch and her familiar, that’s me and Wilson. she leaves the house if i leave, and she’ll walk down the road beside me to make sure i stay safe. she only lets me leave completely if i go in a car, but even then, she tries to come too. i know what she says when she talks. she speaks in words for me. it translates naturally in my head without a thinking process.

there was this one time when i was about 15 my parents took me to an after-hours medical centre because apparently i was ~speaking in tongues~ or whatever. i don’t remember it, i remember ‘waking up’ with a doctor’s flashlight in my eyes, crying, then holding my sister’s hand as we looked at the fish in the fishtank afterwards. i can’t say how legit that is because i just.. don’t remember it.

one time as a kid, i am absolutely sure i was possessed for about 30 seconds. i was walking down the street on a balmy English afternoon, pine needles scattered underfoot, with my elderly grandmother (paternal), my grandfather, and my sister. i must’ve been 6 or 7? and a streak of evil just bolted through me. and i stuck out my foot and my grandmother fell flat on her face. my grandfather tried to help her up, a car driving by pulled up and asked if they needed help, grandfather said no, and got her back to her feet. i can’t remember if i felt remorse. i think i just knew instinctively that it wasn’t me who did it. but like.. i wasn’t just A Nice Kid, okay, i was The Nicest Kid. i just don’t do things like that. ever. especially not to a kind and generous grandmother who i love so very dearly. i never had before, and i never have since. that’s the single most evil thing i’ve ever done in my life and it came out of nowhere. being more aware now, i think it was a djinn (aka a demon in christian beliefs, i think). they’re known for being mischievous. (my grandmother was fine, by the way. this is the first time i’ve told anyone about this.) now i think about it, i remember cobalt blue behind my eyes then, too.

whoops, this is a really long post now. but uh… basically, i’ve just always been open to feeling these things, and believing in what i sense for myself, without subscribing to whether or not the science has been done yet. in fact, i think i’m open to it because i experienced the same stuff when i was young. the energy i feel is very much real to me, completely tangible. i’ve never been able to see auras, but i feel them on some people. i think just being open to feeling something makes it more likely to come to you. i try not to ignore my instincts (because they’re always right. always.) but i find it’s super hard to distinguish between anxiety (which i feel often) and magical ability (which is far less commonly felt). also sometimes the instinct is so faint it doesn’t even become a passing thought, just a blur of something i half-considered. but in hindsight i realise what it ought to have been, had i paid proper attention.

i can comfortably manage to go outside in bare feet, shut my eyes and let the moonlight do its thing. it has an immensely powerful energy, i always feel cleaner inside when i go back in. (my cat Wilson sometimes asks me to go outside with her when there’s a full moon. almost every night, especially on warm nights, but even freezing ones, we can just stand out there for an hour together. watching the moon set is transcendent. far more so than a sunset.)

right now, due to years of bad health, i have to force some natural abilities away (like the nightmares) because they’re too much for me to handle. i think as i recover, over time it’ll be easier for me to accept that stuff back into my life.

oh, one more thing, regarding my health - i have celiac disease, which has kept me essentially bedridden for the last 7+ years - WHICH BY THE WAY, my family spent literally 9 years trying to diagnose. my doctor kept doing an anaemia test, telling me there was nothing wrong with me and sending me back to school. i saw various specialists, herbalists, a naturopath, physiotherapists, cardiologists, had an MRI scan, saw family counsellors, school counsellors, a hypnotist, etc etc - basically consulted every medical professional under the sun when a simple blood test would’ve done it. stupid misogynistic doctor who thinks all teenage girls fake it to get out of school.

but one thing we did do was visit a psychic, who told me i had something called a candida. my dad, a sceptic and nonbeliever, googled it and said it was “some kind of magical thing in the gut”, and was therefore bullshit, so we continued the search for a diagnosis. years later - years - after a change of doctor (who i chose because i got a good vibe from her picture) we find out it’s celiac disease, a disease of the gut. of the hundreds of people we saw, the only ones to even pinpoint the right body part were the psychics. i googled candida just now and guess what? literally celiac disease. this woman diagnosed me with celiac disease by kneeling at my feet, holding my hand, and shutting her eyes for 30 seconds.

for the record, slightly off topic, i know very few men in real life, and this is what the men in my life have been. my doctor, dismissing me as a liar because i was a teenage girl. and my father, dismissing my declining health as “not trying hard enough”, even now, more than a year after i was diagnosed by a doctor. i think this is why i take refuge with male fictional characters. they’re better. i want them to be soft and understanding like the men i’ve never known.

anyway, this is the part of my life’s story i never really pieced together until right now. it’s a lot, more than i expected. i happily call myself a witch. most of my magic goes into my stories, and i think a lot of people who read them feel it, even if they translate it as passion or love or good vibes or something. the amazing comments i get would speak to that. i love the energy i get from comments, because it does come through in typed words, even if it’s much fainter than seeing people face-to-face. some comments just hit me with waves of goodness, even if the words themselves aren’t so powerful. so i really appreciate that stuff. it’s good stuff.

yep. that’s all. i hope this satisfies your curiosity, anon!!! <3

So yeah. I hate how I draw.

I mean, I can draw (a certain way), but I feel I’m artistically… empty. I’m so jealous of some people who have amazing amazing amazing artstyles (I was about to tag a few, but I won’t, because it would be quite awkward for them and I don’t want to be more of an attention whore that I’m already am right now). I HATE being jealous, but it’s in my nature. I know everyone worked super hard to get to the drawing level they are at, but yet, I can’t shake that feeling of unfairness. I worked hard too, why am I not as good as them?

I have always been drawing, practicing. Some friends even tell me I draw quite a lot. Even my work is related to drawing sometimes (I draw and animate simple things for corporative videos and stuff). I try to improve, etc. But AS SOON as I try new things, I suck at it. It’s normal, I know, but even if I keep trying and testing and finding new ways, I’m not happy about what I’m doing and I kinda want to throw myself by the window. So maybe my personality is the problem, maybe I’m just not a person fit to be patient and tolerant of mistakes and all the jazz. I know I’m super perfectionist (and not in the cool “oh yeah, my biggest flaw is being perfectionist eh eh”, more in the “if I don’t like it, I destroy it and go cry myself to sleep” way).

I try to learn technique in traditional ways (tutorial, observation, etc), but my brain freezes. Like everything in life, I learned drawing by winging it. Random traits, not correcting mistakes, adding a lot of effects over a boring drawing to hide the base of it, etc. So I know I won’t be able to improve like most of the amazing artists around me are. I never been to an art school, and I think that’s why.

*insert long sigh here*

My problems are laughable. But I feel bad because of that, so I needed to vent it out, and this is what it is. Sorry for barfing everything on internet, but at least it gives me the illusion of talking about it to someone, ahah.

I may be drawing tomorrow, while being in a good mood, who knows. But I know this damn feeling will come back, yet again. I’m like that since I’m a child, it’s not going to chant.

Q&A with Simon D
  • Simon and you have been together for nearly 5 years and Simon has decided to do a short Q&A video with you. Simon has already tweeted out to his fans about the questions.
  • Simon: Hey everyone. Today [Y/N] and I will be answering questions from our fans.
  • You: What's the first question?
  • Simon: Someone's excited for this.
  • You: I only agreed to this because you promise you will let me choose what we eat tonight.
  • Simon: Shh I don't want our fans to know I bribed you into this. Ok, first question is where did you two go on your first date? Do you remember, babe?
  • You: Of course. But you always telling this story so you do it.
  • Simon: I asked her to dinner at my favourite restaurant, but after dinner I found out she doesn't like the place. [Y/N] asked me what I had plan next, I told her I was planning to go to the movies. She disagreed and we went to a bowling place after.
  • You: Dinner and a movie is boring babe. Sorry. But you had fun at the bowling place right?
  • Simon: Yeah it was fun. Here, read the next question.
  • You: What are your thoughts the first time meeting each other?
  • Simon: We actually met a club. It was an after party for some show. I was sitting in the VIP section and I saw her dancing from across the room. I thought wow that girl CANNOT dance.
  • You: Hey!
  • Simon: I'm just joking. But yeah, my first thought was wow she is so sexy so I got up and asked for her name.
  • You: Yeah, I remember seeing this guy who's wearing a grey GUCCI sweatshirt walking up to me and I thought, who in their right mind wears a sweatshirt to a club. Like it's so hot and stuffy in there. Then my second thought was he probably smells because I could see his sweat.
  • Simon: And do I smell?
  • You: Sometimes.
  • Simon: So [Y/N] what is the most romantic thing that I have done?
  • You: Hmm, for our one year anniversary we celebrated it at home. I had a long day at work and I told him I was fine with some take-out but this guy here surprised me. He made dinner, put rose petals on the bed and candles were everywhere.
  • Simon: I have many romantic things and you choose that one?
  • You: Yeah but I think that's the most romantic. Next question.
  • Simon: What are each other’s worst or annoying habits? [Y/N]'s most annoying habit is buying so many clothes and not wearing them. Some clothes in her closet still has tags on them. And when we go out she says she doesn't have anything to wear so I tell her to wear the clothes she bought a month ago. And when we are ready to go out, I would think she's wearing the new clothes but she wears her old clothes. Her clothes are taking up my side of the closet.
  • You: Whatever. You should buy another closet for yourself then. And don't forget you sometimes kick the blanket off the bed when we're sleeping. I'm always getting up and picking the blanket up. Learn how to keep the blanket ON the bed and I'll try to stop buying so much clothes.
  • Simon: Okay okay, I'll try. So the next question is what is your ideal date night?
  • You: I don't think we do a lot of date nights, right babe?
  • Simon: No, we don't. We prefer having lunch together.
  • You: Yeah, lunches, breakfast or brunches. We prefer spending the day together. But also, Simon sleeps super early. He gets into bed around 8:30pm. What old men do.
  • Simon: Hey! I'm not old.
  • You: Whatever you want to believe. Hmm the next question from this fan is a little out of the blue.
  • Simon: What is it?
  • You: Are there any weird fantasies/kinks that you have or into?
  • Simon: Weird fantasies or kinks? We don't have weird kinks.
  • You: Omg Simon. You just implied we have weird fantasies. I don't want to answer this one. I'm going to get a drink.
  • Simon: No, no sit down. You're staying right here babe.
  • You: I'm just going to cover my face then.
  • Simon: I won't go into too much detail or give our fans too much information. Actually I'll just say it in three words. Ready? Ok, toys and accessories.
  • You: Omg you did not just say accessories. What is that suppose to mean?
  • Simon: I told you, I'm not saying anything more. And baby, you should know what the accessories are..
  • You: Let's move on.
  • Simon: Okay last question, do you two have any funny, embarrassing sex stories? Wow our fans are something hey?
  • You: Haha yeah. I know one embarrassing story. Can I tell it?
  • Simon: Are you talking about the one with the phone call?
  • You: YES! Ok so we were at home and in the middle of 'it' , well actually we were both 'nearly there', when Simon's phone rings. The phone was on the bedside table and I asked Simon if he needed to get that. He shook his head and all that came out of his mouth was "Jay, Jay, Jay". Now imagine, you and your partner having the time of your life, you know, and your partner decides to call out his work mate's name when you're about close. It was so weird, yet extremely funny. Oh and if you didn't guess, the person who called him was Jay.
  • Simon: Please stop talking now and I'm surprised you could actually ask me a question when you're in the zone babe. Kudos.
  • You: I didn't say the exact words. I muttered, gosh. Anyway can I tell them what I told Jay the next day.
  • Simon: Aww, do you have too?
  • You: Yes. The fans deserves the whole story. So the next day, we saw Jay at the office and I blurted out what happened. I said to Jay, "my boyfriend busted a nut to you".
  • Simon: Okay okay. No more discussing this story and let's end this Q&A. You've gone too far babe.
  • You: Fine. And we're having ramen and dumplings tonight.
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A/N: So, this is my first smut, and I’m super nervous about posting it. Sorry if there’s any mistakes, it was a bit rushed since I wanted to finish and submit it in time for Smut Week. So I did the best I could, especially since all my knowledge of what sex is like comes from fan fiction or friends. Hope you enjoy some AU Negan!


Summary: Being the kind and helpful student you are, you join Coach Negan after school to help grade some Health quizzes. One little accident occurs, and one thing leads to another.


Word Count: 3,033 words


Pairing: Teacher! Negan/ Student! Reader


Warnings: Smut, Vaginal sex, Oral sex, Inappropriate behavior in a classroom, Swearing


Tags: @negansmutweek @negans-network

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