i didn't want to do an entire text post for this

anonymous asked:

i found a text post around tumblr where this guy's roommate came home really drunk and designed an airplane (with all the drawings and calculations and shit) while intoxicated and didn't remember it the next day could u imagine that with cf victor and yuuri tho lmfao

“Okay, okay, look,” Yuuri slurs, lying on Victor’s chest with a notepad held above his head and a pen resting between his fingers. “Look,” he repeats, as though Victor isn’t looking. “See?

“See what?” Victor asks, brushing Yuuri’s hair back out of his eyes. It’s not particularly comfortable, lying like this, but he’s not about to complain. Yuuri is adorable when he’s drunk.

He had been playing some game with Phichit for a few hours, and then he’d come back to their dorm room like this. Immediately, he’d collapsed on top of Victor and started babbling incessantly about a genius breakthrough he’d had. Now, he’s designing an airplane, and is very adamant that Victor pay attention to whatever it is he’s doing. “Look! Look!” he’s insisting.

“I’m looking,” Victor promises.

“See the, um, what’s that part called? The wing! See how the wing is shaped? Like that? That helps,” he informs him, but his serious tone is betrayed by his occasional hiccup. “Listen,” he repeats.

Victor can’t help but laugh, now. “I am listening, Yuuri. I’m listening and looking. I promise.”

“Now if we just… The air resistance…” He starts scribbling formulas.

In an attempt to get him to forget about his airplane, Victor runs his foot up the bottom of Yuuri’s sweatpants, drifts it across his ankle. Yuuri doesn’t even seem to notice. “So you’re designing an airplane?” he asks, because if you can’t beat them, join them.

Yuuri shifts on top of him–it’s incredibly distracting. “Mmm,” he agrees. A second later, he thrusts his drawing in front of him, admiring it. “Done.”


As if an afterthought, he adds a few more numbers with little arrows pointing to pieces of the plane. Then, he puts the paper down on the bed and turns onto his side, his entire weight still resting on Victor. Victor wraps his arms around him, keeps their legs tangled together. “Goodnight, Yuuri.”

“You’re so nice, Vitya,” he mumbles against Victor’s chest. “So nice. Love you.”

“Love you too.”


“Who wrote this?” Yuuri asks the following morning, holding up his airplane design. Then, he pauses, and slowly but surely brings the paper closer to his eyes. “This design is actually intuitive.”

“You made it last night,” Victor reminds him. “You don’t remember?”

“I made this?”

“You’re even smarter than me when you’re drunk,” he teases, gripping Yuuri’s hips with his hands and looking at the paper over his shoulder. “Except, there is a drool stain on my shirt.”

Yuuri turns in his arms and then cringes when he sees the prominent stain on Victor’s chest. Then, though, he seems to identify his mischievous smile and nudges his shoulder instead of being embarrassed. “Well, you’re a good pillow.”

“I like being your pillow. Can I major in that? Yuuri Katsuki’s pillow. Whenever you want to design airplanes while drunk again, just let me know. Or if you want to do something else while lying on top of me…” He pauses, lets the meaning behind his words settle in. “Let me know.”

“I’m up for doing something else while lying on top of you.”

Victor perks up. “You are?”

“Like playing games on my phone, reading a book, talking to Makkachin…”


“I’m kidding.” He takes his hand and squeezes it, then leads him to the bed. “Really though, that design wasn’t bad. Remind me to show it to Phichit later.”

destielonfire  asked:

Ok so my first thought is: how does the obvious parallel between the banes and the Winchesters (and Max and Dean in particular) and their story in this ep fit into the "finding a better way / not repeating past mistakes" theme of this season? Even if Max didn't sell his soul, I find it difficult to see what he did as finding a better way instead of just history repeating itself...what do you think?

The problem is assuming that there are “obvious parallels” in s12.

There aren’t.

And… even the parallel between Dean and Max is flawed… 

I’m having an exceedingly difficult time writing coherent meta lately, because s12 is like one of those Magic Eye pictures that you can’t “see” unless you unfocus your eyes and stop TRYING to see it.

(funnily enough I can’t actually see the pictures in those damn books)

I told Lizbob the other day it’s the sound of one hand clapping. I’m starting to feel like a total flake trying to write meta about it, because it’s like writing meta on the sea.

Max didn’t take a deal (SUBVERTED!), Alicia isn’t actually resurrected because she’s just sticks and string with her consciousness overlaid with magic AND UNDER MAX’S CONTROL, not actually completely free. (SUBVERTED!)

I’d been expecting that to happen (or something similar) since Alicia was the first one possessed by the demon in 12.06.

Because in some ways, Max was a closer mirror to Sam, and Alicia was a closer mirror to Dean…

Max was the “natural witch,” the one with freaky magical powers (like Sam). He was the one convinced that their mother was doing the equivalent of Sam’s “pulling overtime on a Miller Time Shift” back in the pilot. HE DIDN’T WANT TO GO LOOKING FOR HER. LIKE SAM DIDN’T WANT TO GO LOOKING FOR JOHN. Max had a date, Sam had Jess.

Alicia was the “normal” one with no freaky psychic woo woo (like Dean), but the one who was legitimately concerned about her mother when she didn’t call in like she usually did. Max made fun of her for it, but she refused to take no for an answer (like Dean did in the pilot).

See what I mean about looking for perfect mirrors in s12? They don’t exist.

It’s like depending on what “layer” of the text you’re looking at, you see two completely different parallels. Opposites, even.

Now Tasha was obviously a good hunter (AND WITCH!) to have lived in the life as long as she did. I’ve even reblogged at least one post that paralleled her to John here. Unlike John, in the end SHE DID NOT TAKE THE DEAL.

Aside from the surface-level similarities in the fact she raised her kids to be hunters, that’s really as far as the parallel works. Everything else about her, and how she raised them (witchcraft! How to flirt with men!) was different.

Looking at the surface level of s12 and trying to speculate is… flawed at best. The mirrors are all broken. Yet the entire story is being told through broken mirrors. You have to unfocus your eyes and look at the cracks to see what’s really going on.

And that sounds idiotic, I know. But that’s how Dabb is telling this story.

anonymous asked:

OK YEP, NOPE, CAN'T DEAL WITH THAT LEVEL OF SADNESS. How would the UT, UF, and MT Skelebros react to their long time crush suddenly standing up while they were hanging out and taking a deep breath before saying, "I really really like you, and I know you probably don't like me like this back, but I've just gotta do this before I explode from my feelings. Please don't hate me." Then kiss ( on the cheek or mouth, you chose) them and run away?

A few notes here. 1. Since this was sent before I changed my character limit to 5 I’ll go ahead and do all of them, but once I open up requests again I will only accept 5 characters. 2. This was sent after the breakup post to explain the first sentence.



Yeah, no. You’re not running away after dumping that on him. He’s caught your wrist, and he’s pulling you back to him. “okay, kiddo, take a few steps back for me and relax.” Sans is not going into this conversation with you having an anxiety attack, he needs you to listen. Once he feels like you’re calm enough, he starts the conversation by confirming that your feelings are romantic and then explaining that he does return the sentiment. His face is blue the entire time, but at least he’s smiling at you, right? He gives you a kiss on the cheek in return for the one you gave him once he feels satisfied that you both have talked things out.


Papyrus staring after you, his face flushed orange and his hand frozen mid stir. You two had been baking together before your outburst, and so before he could go find you he had to finish what he was doing and clean up. Papyrus needed the time to think through and really process what you had told him. The kiss doesn’t even cross his mind until later when he’s looking for you. After finding you, he’s picking you up in a hug and burying his face in your hair. “I LIKE YOU TOO! I AM SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO FIND YOU, BUT I WAS SO SURPRISED THAT I NEEDED A WHILE TO THINK!” Then he proceeds to press his teeth to your cheek before saying “MWAH!” The sound is very important. You need it to understand that he’s kissing you.



Frozen and red faced. Red had reached out and grabbed your wrist on instinct to keep you from leaving but now you’re both staring at each other. His face is full of shock and yours is full of nerves and worry. It takes a full five minutes before he’s pulling you towards him to give you the best God damned kiss you’ve ever had. Once that order of business has been taken care of, he’s hugging the shit out of you. “damn, sweetheart, wish you coulda told me that sooner. been feelin’ the same for a long ass time.”


You don’t even get the chance to run away because as soon as your lips meet his, he’s gripping your shoulders and kissing you back. You have no idea how badly he’s been wanting to do that, or for how long. After the kiss, you’re both staring at each other. Edge has the biggest grin on his face you’ve ever seen and you both are blushing. After a moment, Edge nods with a satisfied look and goes back to what he was doing before your confession. If you want an explanation, you might want to ask because he’ll probably just assume you know what’s going on and how he feels after that.


-Big Fella-

You… what? Big Fella is honestly so shocked by this development that he lets you run off. As soon as he comes to his senses, he’s looking for you because he’d be damned if he let you believe he didn’t return your feelings. Hate you? As if, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he was going to make sure you knew that. As soon as he can find you. If he texts you asking where you are, please answer him. He’ll go into an anxiety mode trying to find you and make sure you’re not hurt.


You’re not running away, nope. As soon as you peck his cheek, he’s got you in a tight a hug and he doesn’t plan on letting you go any time soon. Tiny is ecstatic that you return his feelings, and is honestly so relieved by this revelation that he forgets to tell you that. He won’t remember until you say something, either. “Tiny?” “I’M SORRY, I JUST GOT SO HAPPY THAT I NEEDED TO HUG YOU! I LIKE YOU A LOT TOO, HUMAN!”

It’s hot out, which Harry should’ve expected, but it was still a welcoming change from drizzly London, the sun warming his skin. He stepped out the plane, nearly tripping down the stairs with his long boots skimming the ground, ready to exchange for flip-flops, or, even better, no shoes at all. The rest of his band were standing near the rental cars, talking and laughing while slowly stripping from the heavy layers, layers needed in cold England, but no longer needed in sunny tropics.

“It’s hot as fuck,” his love’s airy voice came from the top of the staircase, and he turned to see his boy squinting at the sun, already changed into cargo shorts and a tank top, sunglasses tucked into his collar, his golden skin seeming to come to life, “And bright too. Can someone turn down the sun?” He complained, gracefully coming down the stairs to latch himself against Harry’s side.

“Lou, you have sunglasses on you right now,” Harry teased, rolling his eyes as he took the glasses and slowly slipped them on Louis’ face, kissing his crinkled nose, “That better?”

Louis nodded, smiling with his head tilted up, “Much,” and brings their lips together softly, a bare trace of kisses to come.

“You all done?” Mitch called to them, breaking their bubble as they look over and see the full band watching them with fond eyes and silly grins, “Some of us want to actually get to the bungalow,”

Louis looked back to Harry, leaning up to wrap his arms around the taller boys neck and pull him into a quick kiss, a mere peck, “Ready, love?”

Harry returned the embrace, arms wrapped around his waist, and pressed their foreheads together, “With you by my side? Always.”


“Did you really make a proper English fry-up when we’re over 4,000 miles from London, and in the middle of a Caribbean paradise?” Louis asked, slowly pulling himself up from where he was spread eagle over their bed, the silk sheets pooling around his waist.

Harry sat down on the bed, across from Louis so they could make faces at each other while eating, and set the tray between them, “The past few days all we’ve had for breakfast is fruit, with the occasional bagel. Thought you could use something greasy,” Harry reasoned.

“Greasier than me, you mean?” Louis replied, taking a huge bite of his eggs, eyes nearly rolling back in his head, “Fuck, forgot how good this is. You fed the rest of the band, right?” He asked, always one to care about others.

“You’re not greasy, love. Just glowing,” Harry shot back, giggling at the pale pink coloring the other man’s cheeks, dodging the piece of bacon lobbed at him, “And yes, I fed the others, can’t have my band starve,” he grinned, and Louis laughed in response, his eyes crinkling up at the corners, a trait Harry was so helplessly in love with.

The two sat in relative silence, eating their breakfast and occasionally sticking their tongues out at each other, sharing giggles while the rest of the band move around the house, the sounds of showers being turned on and off, shouts and laughter. Louis finished his food, and pushed back against the headboard watching Harry slowly eat the rest of his eggs, “What are our plans for the day?” He asked, losing patience after ten seconds of watching him eat.

Harry smiled, and pushed away his plate, standing up to stretch, “Well, I know everyone wants to go swimming, so definitely that first,” he tapped his bottom lip, before breaking into a mischievous smirk, Louis getting a flashback of the 16 year old boy he fell in love with, “Sex On the Beach?” He propositioned with a wink, making Louis laugh.

“The act or the drink?” Louis waggled his eyebrows, both of them bursting into loud laughter when there was an unmistakable retching sound from behind their bedroom door.

“Quit being nosy, Sarah!” Harry yelled, banging on the door, tears in his eyes, smile so bright Louis’ heart felt like it was being clenched, “C’mon, Lou, let’s get dressed,” Harry pulled the smaller man out of bed, Louis feeling no insecurity being naked in front of his lover, twirling him around until they were at their joint dresser, and rifling through the top drawer, “Blue or green?” He asked, holding up two different colored trunks, but with the same striped pattern.

Louis crossed his arms, and gave Harry a look, one he was famous for, a tilt to his hip and one eyebrow raised, “What do you think?” He responded, smiling brightly when he’s handed the green pair, quickly sliding them on and wiggling to fit, laughing as Harry does the same, his long Bambi legs being as difficult as usual.

“Race to the beach?” Harry propositioned, stretching out his legs, and Louis nodded, “Alright, we’ll start at the back door, when I say go, no cheating,” he wagged his finger, and Louis rolled his eyes, but agreed to his terms. As soon as their bedroom door was opened, he shot off like a rocket, laughing at the pounding footsteps of Harry chasing after him.

A few hours passed, and Louis had sand everywhere, his skin was warm and a tad pink looking, a signal for more sunscreen, and his hair was full of salt, but fluffy. He was leaned back, pressed into Harry’s arms, sitting between his legs, as they watched the water, “I’d say today was productive,” Harry said, breaking the silence. Louis tilted his head back to look up at Harry’s face.

“We didn't​ write anything, nor record anything, we just sat on the beach,” Louis pointed out, wondering what Harry meant by “productive”.

“Yeah, but,” he leaned down and kisses Louis’ forehead, “I spent it all with you.” The smaller man cuddled back between his lover’s legs, and closed his eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of the broad chest beneath him, hearing Harry start to hum something familiar sounding, after a few seconds of this, Louis spoke up.

“Are you really humming If I Could Fly at me?” He asked, without opening his eyes, a small smile forming on his face as Harry’s chest starts to shake with laughter.

“Something like that,” he answered, hooking his chin on Louis’ shoulder, “I’m home to you, aren’t I?” Louis giggled sleepily, his voice already starting to sound warmer and gravelly, “I’m gonna miss you,” Harry confessed quietly, tracing slow lazy circles onto the soft skin underneath his fingertips, and Louis swallowed past the lump in his throat, determined for his voice to not choke up.

“A week and a half, Haz,” he tried to speak reassuringly, “We can last that, yeah?” Harry made a low hum sound in the back of his throat, before sighing lightly, the rush of cold hair giving Louis goosebumps.

“I believe,” he started slow, “That we can last forever.” His voice no longer timid at saying something so deep and intimate, knowing for sure that Louis felt the exact same. Their grips tightened around each other, and they laid like that, watching the sun disappear below the horizon, a calmness in the air.


Harry is running off of four hours of sleep, and it’s become noticeable in his song-writing, the theme drifting more towards melancholy, and longing, and breaking free. He also was checking his phone obsessively, something he promised he wouldn’t do the entire time here, vowing to not even turn the thing on. But it felt like as soon as Louis left, his phone never left his hand, waiting for something, a text, a tweet, a selfie on Instagram, just anything so he could remember what his boy felt like.

“H, it’s been four days,” Mitch called him out, after the 20th pause in recording for grown man to race to his phone, “You can’t make it four days without him?”

Harry knew it was meant as a light ribbing, but it hit all the same, that he really can’t last four days without his baby, “I miss him,” he pouted, “I just wish he were back here with me, with us. He deserves a vacation.”

“And he’ll get one once he’s back, H.” Mitch cut in, “Your boy will be back in your arms, you’ll be in your safe area, where you can hide from everything, and spend the time together.” He looked up from where he was doodling on their notebook, smiling kindly, “Won’t that be lovely?”

Harry nodded, knowing Mitch was right, and that he should calm down and wait for Louis to return to him. Pulling the notebook towards him, Harry carefully penned, under the already written words, “We’ve got to get away,” and looked back up to see his guitarist with a sparkle in his eye, and they shared a quick nod, like an unspoken word between the two.

After eight days, Harry was pretty sure his new band hated him. He had penned out quite a few songs in the past few days, some good enough to make the album, but all the same theme. Loneliness, heartbreak, lost love, soulmates, being caged. And they were only words on paper, no actual music for accompaniment.

“Harry, please, two more days,” Clare begged him, “Just two more days, and he’ll be back, you can make it.”

He put his head in his hands, dragging his hands through his hair, nails scratching his scalp, “I’m sorry, I’m not usually like this,” Harry apologized, not looking up, “God, I’m pathetic,” he cursed himself, looking up in shock when she hit his arm.

“You are not pathetic, Harold,” she chided him, before smiling, “You are in love. You want your boy here because this is your first solo album, you want him to be here for the adventure, the creation. This album’s a huge part of you, and so is he, so of course you want the two to share a time slot,” she spoke simply, explaining in such an easy way, that it felt like the gears of Harry’s brain just clicked back into place, and started to whirl.

“You’re right,” he said quietly, “Oh, my god, you’re right!” He jumped up from the kitchen table, kissed her on the cheek, and raced down the hall, slamming into the recording studio, surprising Mitch out of his seat where he was casually strumming, “I need a guitar, and a pen.” He ordered, and Mitch looked surprised for a second, before getting a steely look in his eye.

“Damn right, you do,” he grinned, and Harry felt the tug at his own lips.

It’s day ten, nearly day eleven, and Harry was laying in bed alone. The last time he talked to Louis was two days ago, where he just had to call and tell his boy all about the new song they were recording, a song about New York and talking to walls, and Louis was excitedly shouting back into the phone. The two giggled like children, and hanging up was the most difficult thing, but they knew that in two more days there would be a reunion, and that’s all the encouragement they needed to get back to their schedules.

Only now, it was nearly midnight, and Harry was still in a half empty bed. Louis didn’t give a specific time on when he was going to be back, just that it was probably going to be late. The band had tried to convince Harry to stay up and watch a movie with them, a cheesy rom-com knowing how much it would entice him, but he denied, instead choosing to stare at his ceiling and wait. The window was open, and the rushing of waves had lulled him into a near sleeping state, the air slowly cooling the later it got into the night, crickets chirping and sounding like they were on his windowsill.

“Harry! Get outta bed, we need you!” One of the members (Harry was so sleepy he couldn’t remember whose voice it was) yelled from the front room, making him groan and slowly pull himself from the bed, ready to stomp out and throw a tantrum at them for interrupting his near-nap.

He threw open the door, opening his mouth to yell back, when a body collided into him, nearly knocking him to the floor. The smell of sunshine and cologne filled his nostrils, and he felt his eyes almost instantly tear up, which he quickly tried to blink away as he wrapped his arms around the small curvy body he knows almost as well as his own, “They may need you, but I need you more,” Louis’ raspy voice felt like music to his ears, a gentle laugh escaping his mouth as watery blue eyes met his, “Are you crying? Come on, it’s not that big of a deal.” Louis teased, knowing full well his own eyes were wet. Harry ran his fingers across the slight bags under his lover’s eyes, wiping away the tears and kissing him softly on the mouth.

“I just missed you,” he explained, pulling back to rest their foreheads together. Louis grinned widely at him, his eyes crinkling, and they kissed again, ignoring the cheers from the living room.


“You’re a messy drunk, Harold. I’m not going to clean up after you if you make a mess,” Louis warned, his boy already a little buzzed, his voice lower and warmer, dimples on permanent prominent display. The band had decided after nearly two months of recording, they wanted to get massively drunk and throw a bonfire on the beach, inviting some of the local friends they made. A whole bottle of tequila later, they were all dancing in the sand, running away from the waves and screaming when the water touched their ankles.

“You’ll still take care of me, and yoooooou know it” Harry drawled, giggling when Louis shook his head with a fake exasperated sigh.

“The things I do for you,” he teased, lacing their fingers together and using his shoulder as an armrest.

“Can we go swimming?” Harry asked after a few seconds, looking down at Louis with his bright green eyes that were hard to say no to.

“Sure, baby,” Louis gave in, “Just take off your shirt so it doesn’t get wet,” he instructed, laughing when Harry nodded solemnly, but started to slowly strip while wiggling his hips, which Louis copied, till both their shirts were in a pile at their feet, the two left only in their swim trunks. They raced toward the sea, always a competition, attracting the attention of their friends, who quickly followed after, till it was just a large group of adults splashing each other, the moon reflecting off the water, leaving everything shiny and radiant. Distantly, Louis heard one of the girls shrieking as she was carted over and dropped in the freezing water, still in her dress, “You fucker!” She yelled at the guy, presumably her boyfriend from the way he was looking at her, but she spoke with no malice, and quickly was overcome with giggles, everyone joining in, as the waves crashed around them.

“Let’s all get warm by the fire!” Sarah called, to everyone’s agreement, and quickly they all fled the cold water and sped over to where their fire was roaring, sparks flickering towards the sky.

“Now my dress is all wet,” the girl frowned, and Louis turned to see Harry holding out his own shirt and pants to her, a small grin on his face.

“Switch!” He laughed, and the girl didn’t hesitate to pull off her dress and hand it over, accepting the large shirt and pulling it on, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Harry, you’re huge, I don’t think that dress is gonna fit you…” Louis told him hesitantly, watching as he pulled the collar over his head, looking vaguely tangled.

His green eyes popped out, fire dancing in his eyes, “Don’t be ridiculous, it’ll fit like a glove,” he tugged, slipping his arms through the sleeves, and pulling the fabric down till it just barely reached his mid-thigh, “See? Perfect!” Harry exclaimed, smiling at everybody’s cheers, doing a little twirl to show off.

“If you say so, love,” Louis shook his head lightly, knowing that the dress was probably going to split sometime tonight and they’d have to buy the poor girl a new one.

“Everyone! Pick up your shot glasses, because I propose a toast!” Mitch’s voice boomed, making everyone scramble to grab their glasses from where they were left on towels, while Mitch walked around pouring a bit of vodka, that he got from God knows where, into each little cup, before going back to his original spot and holding his drink forward, “To new friends!” He cheered.

“To making memories!” Sarah interjected, earning a cheer herself.

“To making this album,” Harry spoke up, voice quiet and smile kind.

Louis leaned forward, gathering the attention on himself, “And to Harry Styles,” he spoke firmly, looking at his boy, hoping to convey all the love, pride, and adoration he could with only one look.

“To Harry Styles!” Everyone chorused back, and Louis saw the fire reflecting off the tears forming in Harry’s eyes, as they all clinked their glasses together.

The two pulled each other close, an arm wrapped around their bodies, fitting as they were always meant to, always supposed to. “To home,” Harry said quietly, a toast meant only for LouisandHarry.

“To home,” Louis repeated, and they clinked their glasses together, a beautiful sound on a beautiful night.

anonymous asked:

Do you ever find yourself feeling conflicted with flowery prose? Like on one hand, it can describe something beautifully but on the other hand, you didn't want to read an entire long paragraph devoted to describing how someone's cooking tastes good.

I have Thoughts about this.

I love beautiful descriptions. I love reading them, and hope that sometimes I write them, too. There’s a real misconception out there that all description is bad description, or that it is always better to favor a Hemingway-esque touch. (*stares into the camera like it’s the Office*) Hemingway is Hemingway, you know? What (arguably) worked for him isn’t going to work for everyone, and it shouldn’t. You can pull my poetic Patricia A. McKillip from my cold, dead, beautifully-described hands.

Reading is about taste. Enjoyment is about taste. Not everyone’s is the same.

That said, I’m not a big fan of description-for-description’s sake, either. I don’t need or want to know every single detail about every single thing happening in a scene; that’s what imagination is for. If an author takes the time to describe something (and certainly if I, as an author, take time to describe something) I want it to have some purpose.

Take your example of a long paragraph about the taste of food. If the author is just describing how to food tastes to pad their word count, that’s probably going to be a bit dull. If, however, that long paragraph serves a narrative purpose, well… that’s another story, isn’t it? If the author’s describing the meal in loving detail because it’s actually the last meal the character’s ever going to eat (because it’s poisoned, because there’s about to be a murderous interruption, because the character’s about to die of an unexpected heart attack, because the character’s about to lose their sense of taste, because it’s about to be revealed that the meal is the character’s last meal on death row…), that adds narrative purpose. 

Narrative purpose is compelling. Wanting to know what happens next is why we read, right? A lot of the time? And caring about the people inhabiting those stories (including having a picture in your mind of who they are, where they are, and what’s important to them – all often portrayed through what descriptions are chosen) is a huge part of that.

If I describe the clothes someone is wearing, their appearance, the contents of the room they’re standing in, the way the light hits something, even colors or taste or weather or the feel of the air – it’s pretty consciously done. I want it to evoke a feeling. I want to set up a sense of foreboding. Sometimes I’m using foreshadowing. I want descriptions to tie into the emotional life of the character or the scene I’m writing. I want the reader to temporarily inhabit the world of the character, the life of the character, even the mind of the character. I want you to see, feel, taste what they’re seeing, feeling, tasting in a way that makes sense and feels natural.

That said, if you load any reader with too much detail, they’re going to lose track. They’re going to get lost. They might even give up entirely. Description is a writer’s way of saying, gently, “Hey, look here.” If the writer is like a kid in a candy store, bouncing around and pointing excitedly at everything, there’s a good chance the reader’s going to get stuck somewhere at the lollipops, long before the writer reaches the cinnamon hearts.

And if the cinnamon hearts are, metaphorically, the (pardon me) heart of the scene, the writing has failed and it’s entirely possible the scene’s going to flop or fail to meet its purpose. (All scenes should have purpose. All of them.) 

But!! Like any good magician, sometimes a writer’s going to play little sleight of hand tricks. They’ll be like “Hey, look over here, see these chewy little cola-flavored gummies? Don’t they remind you of your childhood? Aren’t they evocative? Do you remember how you lost your first tooth in a cola-flavored gummy and swallowed it and were afraid the tooth fairy wouldn’t come?” in order to BAM sucker punch you with the cinnamon hearts a few pages later. That’s okay. That’s good. That’s where you really, really want to get sometimes. (As a writer, managing to pull off a trick like that is an incredible high.)

To be truly successful, in my opinion, a writer has to write description with intention. No matter what candy they’re describing. Or not describing. The writer is setting the scene, drawing the reader in, and, ultimately, bringing the whole thing home to narrative fruition.

So yeah. Don’t be afraid of description. Just be afraid of writing descriptions that serve no real purpose. (A small plug for editors and betas here: this is a great question to ask them, by the way. “Where did you get bogged down? Where did you pause for a little too long?” If they note a descriptive passage, ask yourself what the purpose behind that passage is. If you don’t know? Cut it. If it’s unclear? Clarify it.)

One other thing: Writers? Trust your readers. If you’ve given a description once? You don’t actually need to go back to it unless it’s new to your POV character (i.e., they’ve never seen the thing you’re describing before, even though the reader has) or something changes. So, a character has red hair. Say it once, in a way that makes sense and isn’t thrown in without purpose. Then leave it, unless there’s a new POV (who needs to notice the red hair) or that hair gets cut or dyed. Readers are smart. They’ll remember from page to page and chapter to chapter!

niallspringsteen  asked:

maybe things you said after the end for lilo, or things you said with miles between us for nouis? lOVE U

things you said with miles between us for nouis

The first text Louis gets from Niall in two months is a selfie of him looking sunburnt all to hell, with a generous helping of stubble on his face and the stiff hair he gets from saltwater. He looks at it for fifteen straight minutes, memorizing the blue of his eyes, the cut of his bare collarbones, the dark roots peeking out more than they’ve any right to.

Then he shoots off, looks great lad ! and throws his phone to the side.

He meant to sleep in this morning, snatch a few couple of precious hours of sleep before he goes over to Bria’s to get the little lad. But instead he’s up at 8 am, hating himself and thinking about Niall.

Not hating himself because he’s thinking about Niall. He thinks about Niall often. In a friendly sort of way, in that way where you think about your mates because they’re your mates and you like thinking about them.

He thinks.

It makes sense, in a way, Niall’s fucked off somewhere and not told anyone where he’s gone. Or at least he’s not told Louis. He said he’d do that, he’d lose himself out in some small corner of the world where no one’s going to take his picture.

I’ll come looking for you, Louis had promised. He hasn’t even made it out of LA yet.

He doesn’t need to follow Niall around anymore, really. He’s traveled the damn planet with Niall three times over, and he’s got to settle down now. He’s got to grow some roots for a while, tend to his family. Become a homebody for the first time in his life. Even if that does sound more exhausting than touring.

He doesn’t expect his phone to start ringing, but it does.

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Chara’s presence in Undertale

Charas presence in all runs has always been incredibly obvious, Chara IS there and it’s canon, which is why I’m not labeling this as a theory. This is not touching on Narra!Chara in anyway. Although if you wish to read up on those, I would recommend SaveLoadReset & PassiveChara

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Little notice (with a lot of spoilers)

I just realised that yesterday I’ve been flooding my dash “a bit” with stuff about Rika and V. So I need to do it again today =D (srsly sorry if it was a bit too much) As you saw I’m on the unpopular opinion boat with my support for Rika and my grudge against V. I think it will be useful to make myself clear about something. I don’t think that Rika did nothing and is an angel. I don’t think that V is an evil mastermind who did the worst thing.

I’m just tired to see V pictured as a pure angel who is so perfect and did nothing or almost nothing bad (which is wrong) and how he is only a victim.
And Rika as just a bitch/snake.

Important note: snake are cute creature even if in reality I’ll be afraid of them. But still. Stop using them as an insult.

I just regret that because V is put in contrast with a character with major issues, his own issue are being reduced or even totally forgotten.

V is manipulative. Or at least I feel like he was before Rika snapped. The way he chose Jaehee resume for Jumin because she seemed desperate enough (I think he said something like “what about this one, she doesn’t seem ambitious” ). The way he totally ignore the fear of Rika with her therapist (I mean I’m no expert but if what she remember of her seance was “get over it” and “I’m actually a monster” I’m not surprised that she didn’t want to continue). The way he say that he find her pain beautiful. I mean he literally said that

Rika: I feel like you think my pain is beautiful.
V: You’re right everything about you is beautiful even the pain.

Don’t tell me you read that without feeling he was some sort of psycho??? Who say that to comfort someone. Who?
No shoot she lost her mind with someone who can think that way (even more since before meeting him she already had issues). Rika said after, that he was weird because he liked to observe, mediate( at least a good point for him, but does it matter with everything else?), and find her state fascinating. And then asked if he didn’t feel twisted too. Later V even say that as long Rika still love him she can destroy herself all she want. V has a problem and it’s not only because he lied to all his friend to protect someone who became a threat to literally anyone.
I also read recently that V knew nothing about Saeran that it’s Rika who did wrong. Just a second. Yes Rika became at this point a scary monster, she wanted a child to be drugged and used in her selfish plan. And it is horrible and unforgivable.
But another problem is that as far as I know Saeyoung counted on both V and Rika to protect Saeran. So here’s the problem: why did V just knew nothing??? He was the one who talked with Saeyoung, the one who promise to take care of him. So why he wasn’t more interest about his whereabout? Now from some chat, we can see that he guessed that something was wrong and it’s worse! He knew that his girlfriend was up to something bad but did nothing. Then he knew that his girlfriend was up to something bad with a kid by her side.

I think that V is aware of what he did wrong afterwards and he feel really guilty about it. And I think that his selfless side became overtaking after that (leading to the V we know). But. When it was obvious that the action of Rika involved more than him and her (and I’m not even mentioning the other people in the cult) he should have, I don’t know, call the autority ? or at least call the childhood friend that have access to the best doctor in the world if he wanted to still hide Rika?

V is not an angel. When we “met” him(when we end up in the RFA) he feel guilty and he is working on himself and he is trying to fix his mistake. And then proceed to failed the last. But I don’t think he is just a sweetie. In that sense, I’m really expecting his route, to understand better this character.

And I’ll be short about Rika because I must admit there’s not a lot of positive thing
(reminder: her actual parent rejected her, her new parents rejected her, she meet a lover who accept her as she is *hope :D* and then tell her that he likes to see her in pain *nope D:*. She suffers from mental illness and even if “you share [insert depression and/or anxiety and/or another problem you deduce from her actions here] with her and still didn’t start a cult” 1- as far as I know two people can have the same mental illness and be affected in different way 2- she stayed 3 weeks in therapy and I don’t think it was enough to make a diagnosis about all she suffered of. And if it is usually enough to do so: again she had a bad therapist.)

At the end of the secret ending 1, the last thing that we heard about Rika was an heartbreaking scream. Before that I was fine with a Rika being killed (at this moment I hated her like the fandom) or ending up in jail. From here you can say it’s not really an argument, but I felt like the scream that we heard was from the girl who wanted to get help, who wanted to get better and just realised she became the thing she was scared of the most.

And from this moment. She can’t talk. In the game they say she just don’t talk but she seemed to be almost entirely disconnect to reality. And people seemed to want to punish that. If she was conscious okay but she seemed to be a walking vegetable. Why do you want to put in jail someone like that? What’s the purpose? She already seemed trapped in her mind!

In the beginning of the relationship between V and Rika, actually V was the one being manipulative but then Rika started to do it too and did it worse than him. And it’s there that V became nicer (and a victim too) and Rika became a monster.

PS: If someone know how to put text under read more on mobile, I would gladly do so ^^’

Gf's housemate from hell didn't know she was messing with the devil.

Gather around, it’s going to be a long post. It’s also getting things off my chest finally.

Okay, so this story sets in India. My gf at that time was in University and living in a house with around 6 other housemates. She was fine with all of them except 1. We’ll call her FB. Fb was the type of housemate that made sure that my gf’s life there was miserable. She’d do something almost every day to upset my gf. Sometimes it’d be little things like stealing her food, borrowing her shit without permission and not returning it etc. Other times, she purposely chipped off parts from her coffee mug that I got her as a gift, slashed her bike tyres, wouldn’t let her and other housemates in at 1am when they was returning from a party and left them stranded outside..etc. you get the picture.

The house they were living in was for ‘girls’ only. Guys were allowed but then asked to leave after 12am where sometimes 'random’ security checks happen. I say 'random’ because they hadn’t had a security check in the 1.5 years she had lived there. Fb’s boyfriend lived with her for a week with no consequences either. So it’s no surprise that when I came for a 2 week stay over to the house (from another country because we were long distance), the landlady got a tipoff on the first day and a security check happened where I got kicked out. With nowhere to go at 1am and a kind of remote region, my gf decided to sneak me back in to stay the night and leave in the morning for a hotel. When I climbed up the staircase to go upstairs to her room, she saw me. We locked ourselves in the room , but then there were cops after 30 mins that showed up because fb claimed that I “raped” her and “touched her”. Wtf. I didn’t even acknowledge her. So the cops interviewed us for an hour and her parents were called (they live in a different state) explaining what she had done and a big deal was made. She had also been told she would be denied a stay for the next semester (current semester ending in a month). I was let go due to the false accusation (everyone at home said it didnt happen) but still out in the streets at 4am, sitting on the bench, with the nothing to do but plot my revenge.

So it begins.

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A whole bunch of notebook margin doodles, mostly making fun of people’s heights and Anakin sticking his chin on people’s heads. (Every single one of them, bar Leia, is still taller than I am. Even Clone Wars Ahsoka has a good two inches on me.)

anonymous asked:

So if a Reylo shipper disagrees with you, that makes them an Anti Lite? It's possible to like the same ship but not ship it in the same way or disagree with other shippers. I didn't claim that you romanticize their entire dynamic, rather that some (not all) Reylo shippers tend to romanticize Kylo's sad looks/behavior as proof that he likes Rey. It's like how some fans depict Rey as a "pure cinnamon roll" when she's not. Kylo is definitely vulnerable, but he's also arrogant and cruel at times.

And as the anon who sent you that “romanticizing” ask, I do want to apologize for coming off as rude. That wasn’t my intention. It’s more so that I’m worried that some Reylo shippers will expect Kylo to be all over Rey in the next film and gentle with her in their duel, but I think the complete opposite is more likely to happen. Then again, I’m always a pessimist. I do expect them to bond, but their initial interaction will probably involve Kylo being more aggressive than he was in TFA.             

I disagree with Reylos all the time, dude, no problem. But usually Reylos don’t come into my inbox anonymously to disagree with me, and it usually doesn’t sound as accusatory.

I promise, it wasn’t that we disagreed - it was more the tone of the ask and the way it was worded. It felt like you were talking directly to me and my own interpretations… especially considering it was in my inbox, specifically. I suppose I was confused why you inboxed me - specifically - in a way that seemed like you were calling me out? When, in many of my posts, I make it very clear that how I perceive Kylo, Rey, and their interactions/dynamic.

Sure, there are many Reylos who have this version of Kylo that perhaps doesn’t reflect the film… but there are also tons of antis who refuse to see the vulnerability and emotional aspects of Kylo. The fandom isn’t this monolith, nor its subsections.

In your original post, you said this,

I feel like the only Reylo shipper who doesn’t romanticize (yes, I’m using that word) Kylo’s defeat by Rey. Call me sexist, but Rey wouldn’t have won if Kylo fought her the same way he fought Finn. He went easy on her and that’s why he got his ass handed to him. He’s not going to be enamored with Rey in TLJ; he’ll be angry and vicious in their next fight, not lovestruck or in awe.

This message also came after I made another post talking about Kylo admiring Rey for her power - which, besides the fact that in film he clearly does admire her power - your message’s obvious timing is specifically in reference to my interpretation, right? Unless that was coincidence.

And I don’t disagree with you on everything. But I do disagree with about half of it - especially the analysis of Rey. She’s a new Force user, and Kylo did go easy on her - absolutely! I agree. But she still kicked his ass, much to his surprise. And that he went easy on her in the first place is evidence of his admiration of her, I think. Otherwise, like you said, he’d have acted like he did toward Poe and Finn.

Anyway, yeah, I’ll agree he’s going to be tougher on Rey in TLJ. I did say in the other post,

[…]While I DO believe Kylo will be out to face her again in TLJ, and that he will convince himself he’s doing his duty and seeking revenge - that will likely not be what REALLY goes down in the end, nor what he REALLY, truly wants.

In other words, Kylo is in denial, is my opinion on the matter. I believe that viscerally he is attracted to her, that he also consciously admires her power, but that mentally he will force himself to see her as a target - an enemy. Ultimately, however, he won’t be able to go through with it because, as Snoke said, he has compassion for her.

I made the joke about Anti Lite as a joke, mostly. But… to be honest, the ask did sound a little like a lot of antis’ points, just… somewhat nicer I guess.

“Romanticize” is a word a lot of people throw around on this hell site when they disagree with someone’s characterization I suppose, but its actual meaning is to assign characteristics to something in a way that’s better/more appealing than it actually is or that is over-idealistic.

But if the reading comes from the text itself, it’s not over-idealistic or making it more appealing than it actually is. That’s just reading what’s there.

Sure, Kylo gets angry when Rey escapes from him, and he gets angry when Finn cradles her after she is knocked out… but that is him being angry at a person separate from Rey, or at losing her. He never actually gets angry at Rey. In fact, in both of those cases, he immediately follows up with (1) talking about how powerful she is (to a storm trooper), and (2) looking at her like this:

So yeah, Kylo’s a dick, and he does a lot of horrific things. But he does LESS of that toward Rey, and in his twisted mind probably thinks he’s being “nice” to her. He has a villainous crush on her, so he’s enamored with her and her power - and I find that to be kinda cool in a way, that a man is portrayed as enamored by a woman’s strength.

That doesn’t mean he won’t still put up a good fight against her in the next film. It just means that deep down he probably doesn’t really want to fight her, and he almost certainly won’t be able to harm her.

My take might end up being wrong, but I’d hardly call it romanticizing, as it’s based on reading from the text of the script and novelizations, as well as from the scenes in the movie itself. I don’t think your interpretation is out of left field, considering that Kylo is very prideful and a bit cocky sometimes. However, the marketing is showing “little lost puppy” which is where I think a lot of people - including myself - are starting to think, “hmmm… Kylo is gonna be even more woobie that we initially THOUGHT.” It’s Lucasfilm doing all this, not me, lol! Blame them for all this madness!

Anyway, no hard feelings. I was just surprised by the tone of it. Many Reylos are not in the camp of taking away Kylo’s assholery, and I just didn’t think it was fair to lump me and a lot of other Reylos into that category. He’s a complex, multi-faceted character, so I think that’s why the confusion comes in. He’s both vulnerable and a TOTAL DICKWAD. He is sad and lonely, and a CRUEL, COCKY ASSHAT. So… I think he’s just a hard character to pin down in a few words, so it’s easy to misconstrue any one post or comment about him.

(ok,one sec, but seriously though:

like, WTF Kylo, who kicked you and shoved you into a locker and then stole all your lunch money? Did you go to the principal to report the incident yet, young man?)

makobunzz  asked:

hello. recently I read a post that stated "makoharu shippers just ship makoharu because it's easier to ship, since they are already bros and all. rinharu is better because its much more dynamic" of course, I completely disagree with this statement. anyways, my question is: why do YOU ship Makoharu? i'm really curious. and what are your thoughts on this statment? :) (also your blog is my favourite ily god bless)

Someone actually said that??? That’s so ridiculous I can’t believe it. Some people are so petty.

Anyways this is going to be a long makoharu post and it’s probably going to show up in the rh tag because you used the ship name in the ask so I’m sorry for anyone who doesn’t want to see this but here I go.

Oh gosh where do i even begin?? Because I could (and I have lmfao) written log makoharu analyses about single episodes ALONE. Honestly everything in this post is just skimming the top of the water so i guess I’ll just go over a few very big ones. I’ll start off small. 

I guess the smallest reason would just be looks they give each other.

I mean look at Makoto in this gif. Look at the way he admires Haru then laughs at his silliness and the look Haru gives Makoto back ahhh my heart can’t take it they’re just so sweet.

And then there’s this gif. The sparkles in their eyes. The absolute adoration Makoto has for Haru. The way Haru stares back in disbelief with the same sparkling expression. This definately reminds me of scenes in romance animes where they confess their love to each other.

AND THEN THIS PICTURE RIGHT HERE. Look at how sweetly Makoto is grasping Haru’s hand, his other hand mostly likely gripping around haru’s back. It’s such a sweet embrace and the once again we see Makoto giving Haru an adorning look as Haru stares back, wide eyed and just as equally blown away.

*Deep sigh* Now that THAT’s out of the way, rest my soul, I guess I’ll go completely out of order with the series and just go with the general topic of how much they care for each other.

Even now I don’t know where to start? Jealousy. I’ll start with jealousy. Many people like to say things like “Oh haru doesn’t care about makoto bluh bluh bluh’ and every time I bring up

This episode. I have written an entire makoharu post about this episode alone. Haru has never been one to dislike people just for befriending his friends or them doing other activities together, but as soon as someone tries taking MAKOTO from him then he becomes jealous and actually begins disliking the person.

Makoto is the only person in the series that we have seen make Haru act this way towards someone else. Makoto is HIS best friend and anyone who tries stealing him away is on his shit list. 

And Makoto on the same hand is canonically jealous over Haru too. I forget the episode (because I haven’t watched free! in so long I am sorry) but in season 2 makoto says something along the lines “Maybe I’m jealous of Rin” Because he wants to be the one to swim alongside Haru in a race. He wants to be able to swim with haru on his level.

MMMF actually before I move on i think it was either later that episode or the next episode where they DO race and haru ends up winning and Makoto is about to cry and Haru looks absolutely TERRIFIED because he would never want Makoto to cry and think about quitting swimming because it would break him (hold that thought too lmfaoo) But makoto laughs it off BECAUSE HE KNOWS how much it would hurt Haru if he began crying.

Now that whole ‘breaking’ comment is going to have to wait a little bit more because now I’m on the subject of them being protective.

haru has always been protective over Makoto. Letting Makoto hide behind him when he’s scared. In this scene we see Haru holding Makoto’s hand as Makoto trembles in fear. The concern Haru has Makoto in this scene makes my heart weep. He just wants him to feel safe. Haru is doing everything he can to comfort Makoto.

About to kill 2 birds with one stone here: concern and the almost make out scene….and fear as well. Ahhh I’m so all over the place I’m sorry.

THIS SCENE. THIS EPISODE. WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN WITH THIS EPISODE. The concern. The fear haru has in his eyes over his darling friend. “Is Makoto okay? Oh fuck is he okay?” He is SCARED to look Makoto. Then they almost touch lips but no CPR is too gay so Makoto breathes again but anyways moving on.

After this we have the iconic makoharu scene that i could, once again, write an entire post about in itself where makoto tells Haru “It’s meaningless unless I’m with you” which is basically a confession in this show let’s face it.

(Not the same episode, but the point of ‘it’s meaningless without you’ is a reoccurring makoharu theme. Lmfao Haru didn’t even want to join the swimming cub at first. only because of makoto :0) ) 

Also, after this we see Haru get very angry at Rei, for not only risking himself but also his friends. He almost LOST Makoto over this. He scolds Rei pretty harshly. I think haru was also a little mad he had to drag makoto into this because of his fear of the ocean.

Real quick add on: Haru canonly walks between Makoto and the ocean to protect makoto from the ocean hahahahahaha (end me)


Once again, could do a whole post, blah blah blah

anyways we have seen Haru get in MULTIPLE confrontations and fights over the two seasons. Mostly between Rin and sousuke, and not a single one affected haru as much as the fight he had Makoto.

Haru expects other people to bring the subject of a dream up to him, but not Makoto. haru just expects Makoto to let Haru do his thing, but no, Makoto knows what HARU wants, and unlike other characters who were simply pushing themselves and their wants onto Haru, makoto is doing this FOR Haru because he knows this is what HARU wants.

Makoto knows he can’t just let Haru go on with what he’s doing because he knows haru isn’t okay. That he isn’t happy. he’s concerned.

AND THEN MAKOTO DROPS THE BOMB AND WE SEE HARU ABSOLUTELY FUCKING BREAK. Haru has never broken down like this over any other character. he was fine leaving Rei and Nagisa behind for the swim club. he was okay with letting Rin go off and do whateverthefuck in the Olympics, but as soon as Makoto tells him that he’s leaving haru fucking breaks, because he thought Makoto would always be by his side. He’s the person haru always wanted to be with. Haru RUNS away from makoto with a fucking broken heart and we see him lying in his bed absolutely fucking wrecked with sadness. Enough to where he’s willing enough to leave the country to be away from makoto-

STOP, okay some things I need to say here 1. haru did in fact say he was pretty much only willing to go australia because he was so torn up over his fight with Makoto 2. MAKOTO was the one who even told Rin to fucking do anything. Makoto was the one that texted Rin. Makoto is the one that got him to go on the trip. makoto was the one that cared.


After that whole cluster fuck of an episode 12 in season 2 of forced fan service and destroyed character development we get episode 13 and THIS beautiful scene

*Laughs bc once again I have written full posts on this 10 second scene alone* The welcome back was animated so fucking BEAUTIFULLY. The attention to detail, how much care the creators put in to showing how happy and relieved, but also nervous and scared haru was to see Makoto again, The way Makoto sweetly welcomes haru HOME (ahhhh!!!! HE IS HOME) and the way haru just looks so overcome that he almost breaks into tears of relief. So beautiful.

Then they make up with this sweet scene and the world is once again all fine. Also haru does that little scoot scoot towards his boyfriend haha we saw you haru you ain’t slick. (Fuck you kyoani that was the worst 2 weeks of my fucking life) 

Then we have the race between iwatobi and OH….OH MY GOD. the way makoto and Haru look at each other for that fucking scene in the race oh my god

DO YOU SEE THIS??? DO YOU FUCKING SEE THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE. Like they have this entire moment to themselves. just love, and trust and.. so much going on here. Then Rei and Nagisa swam up together. makoto and Haru got their own moment to illustrate the importance of their relationship.

Then there’s the scene where they’re all hugging and Haru smiles and oh my god my heart I’M DEAD.



Oh my oh my god I’m a mess um smaller things now

Cute shit like this. Makoto doting over Haru like this. It’s so sweet they’re so in love. More so the high speed movie! Once again, there are full posts by people who have seen the movie, but this movie wow. We get the ebautiful conflict Makoto has “Do I swim because I like swimming or because I like Haru” and Haru getting sad that makoto begins avoiding him to figure out but then we get the reconciliation and the BEAUTIFUL FUCKING SWIMMING SCENE. oh my god and after that we get Makoto saying he Loves swimming and he LOVES HARU *Slams cards down on the table to collect my jackpot money*

Although this is not the first time Makoto has voiced the word ‘love’ towards Haru. I believe the first time is in the makoharu fireworks scene in season 1… or maybe it was the fireworks scene in season 2 haha sorry i can’t keep my romantic multiple firework scenes in check.

Wow this has gotten way too long and I had actually planned on doing MORE but this post is already…wow. Anyways I’ll just wrap it up with this:

Anyone who doesn’t think Makoharu has dynamics, development, OR backing obviously didn’t watch the show and are just being bitter lil babies.

[Hetalia Fic]

Title: A Matter of Worse or of Better
Rating:T for the tears
Genre: Drama/Angst
Chapters: 1/1
Summary: It seemed like the ideal life together. It certainly started out that way.
Pairings/Characters: Russia/America
Warnings/Notes: sometimes people just fall out of love

Written for @vodkaliciousunflower ^u^
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the-fan-garbage-can reblogged your photoset and added:

I’m going to scream.

This is seriously an amazing au. I feel the need to write for it and make cool prompts and hnnnnnnng.

But in all seriousness, this is my dream as a Fanfiction author. Well-thought out with a detailed background, it makes for a good pre-layout, much like an actual show/book would. It also has essential dynamics(Changing, Life, the whole ice scenario) that create a solid backbone for authors. With how it’s written, I could clearly see details and feel any artist wanting to create fanart for this AU could easily do it(but then again I’m not an artist so who am I to say).

It has so much potential that I can’t put it into words! It’s just so well thought out and beautiful and I seriously can’t wait to see more of it. Hell, I may even write a couple drabbles based off of it! With credit of course. An AU like this has potential for authors and artists alike to practice scenes they may not be used to writing, mainly high-action, face-paced scenes or incredibly dangerous stealth scenes.

I know I’ve gone on for so long, but I love AUs like this and I’m incredibly happy that Yuri!!! On Ice has one like it. I’ve roleplayed and written a few AUs for this series, but none have truly caught my attention like this one.

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I was way to into that…I may have to write a fic version of this because i got to the end and was like ‘awwwwwww it’s over??’ I need more!!! Permission to attempt a fic version?

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make-sterek-canon reblogged your photoset and added:

I want to read this, so interesting *___________* Someone write this!!     

all1sees reblogged your photoset and added:

holy fuck i would read the shit out of this                

@london-calling-me reblogged your photoset and added:


Thank you all so, so much for liking my Inferno AU, especially @the-fan-garbage-can for writing out such an incredibly detailed review ;A; Nothing can be more satisfying than people loving my world building, honestly my favorite part of creating, and especially on an original AU like this one because it means you still connected with it. I’m deeply flattered and incredibly humbled, thank you so, so much! It makes me incredibly happy to have shared something that means something to you ;A;

But if at all possible, and you may feel I am selfish for wanting this, but I would sincerely appreciate if people could hold off on writing fics for this particular AU. (simply vaguely inspired by the aesthetic and want to do your own thing inspired by but not set in this AU? Please go right ahead, credit for inspiration would be appreciated)

The reason why I request this is because this is literally just the initial post, testing the waters, a background synopsis and image aesthetic introduction, a prologue if you will to the main show, a comic series I hope to illustrate. I have intentionally and carefully omitted and glossed over many plot-essential details in the synopsis because they will be revealed in the main plot, or are part of a plot twist. Many details included in the synopsis may seem random or unimportant now, but may tie into important things in the actual story. Many things may also intentionally be confusing because they are meant to be shown in visual form (like the Medals). Other massive parts of world building are purely visual and will never be directly acknowledged in writing, but I hope that some people who pay close attention will catch them, and this may have a pretty big impact on how you perceive the AU setting as a whole.

The point is, the entire synopsis text is a very selective snippet of information meant to provide context for my main comics. It does not at all give you the full picture, nor is it meant to, because then what would be the point of the story? ^ ^; I spent a very long time planning this, not only alone but also with a friend, and I present what I do to you now for a reason.

Again, I am incredibly flattered that people feel inspired and want to read more, and I do understand personal preference and perhaps people would prefer a text-only fic where my comic-format story telling may be unsatisfactory. But please understand that it can feel a bit…well, demotivating and pressuring when I know that people are rapidly using my synopsis for their own stories, not because I am offended that it inspires creativity, but because I’ve very carefully planned this out combined with how time consuming comic-drawing can be. I do not want to feel like I am competing with others to tell my plot twists first. So if at all possible, I would like to request that I get to tell my own story first, the story that the post was created for.

If for some reason you do not wish to grant my request, please understand my wanting to not see your posts, not because I am not interested or do not respect your creativity, but because of the reasons I stated above.

Thank you very much for your understanding, and I sincerely hope that you will support and encourage me in finishing this AU. m(_ _)m

anonymous asked:

I confronted Kato about your blog post asking her when she would come clean to her fans and tell us the truth and apologize for her deception. She proceeded to tell me that everything you wrote was a lie and not one part of it was true. She said you were just some jealous mentally unstable person that she didn't even know. Guess she forgot about all those pics she posted of you two together. SMH. I guess now is the time you should release that proof you have.

Is it truth time? Sigh alright here it goes. 

For the record, it is her decision about whether or not to come clean about the truth. She doesn’t have to, because it’s not conducive to her business. She doesn’t care if you know about her real life, because she doesn’t care about *you*. Even acknowledging my post to her fans will only draw attention to it. I assure you I am not mentally unstable, and it sucks to know that a woman would gaslight another woman and write off an entire relationship as “crazy” or “jealous”… I in no way envy her life. 

But for those who still care about this ordeal, here are some fun snippets of our time together.

Here is the post this is in reference to, for those who are joining us just now: [Post was deleted by me months later, but here is someone’s repost: https://tariqk.tumblr.com/post/70269998617/life-after-kato] Not the ORIGINAL post of course, since she paid her lawyer to take it down, and she’ll likely have him try to take this one down too. Still waiting for Tumblr to get back to me about the DMCA put back claim.

EDIT: I have removed any photos that i didn’t take myself, to prevent another DMCA issue. Many of them can be found online in other sources if you google “ophylia and kato.” 

Here it goes:

Here is us together during the shoot for my music video. I also took the photo of her below. Neither have been photoshopped, just tons of makeup.

Here is a screenshot of her fetlife account last year when she was my “mistress”. On facebook we had our status as “in an open relationship” but it only showed up on my profile, she had it hidden on hers. 

Here is when I taught her how to knit. She made a little rectangle! This was in her living room right before I left the first time I visited. No photoshop.

Some photos I took of her husband and us walking in the woods in Oregon, and viewing Mt. Hood. That’s Rion, aka Max, aka Dr. Steel. 

Her husband Rion on the same chaise lounge we did our photoshoot, and that she’s used for many others. 

They took me to the snow the first time I went up there, so here is an unedited shot from that day. The next time I went up we saw even more snow.

This is some of her edited shots of our first and second time in the snow, and me opening presents for xmas at their home. (removed to prevent DMCA issue) 

Of course, here is the music video we shot… This 100% belongs to me, as I composed the song/wrote it, and hired a paid special effects artist to edit some of it. [music video removed from youtube, but if you google “reincarnation michion kato” there are some weird russian websites that have it up.]

Here is Kate’s blog post where she blatantly denies photoshopping. But you can see proof above of course. http://steamgirlofficial.tumblr.com/post/66795299655/if-i-may-take-a-break-from-our-promotion-of-our

What else do you want? Emails? Screenshots of text messages? Someone told me those are too easy to fake/photoshop, and while i assure you i know nothing about how to make stuff like that, I have hours of conversations worth reading about our relationship. 

How to Keep Drawing

I want to write a bit about barriers I hit and overcame when beginning to draw and when having trouble keeping it up for the past several years.

Before I began drawing in early 2012, one of the major barriers I hit that had stopped me from drawing before was that I was bad at art. I hadn’t practiced a day in my life and my art really wasn’t any you could appreciate. I overcame this barrier by focusing on other aspects. I could enjoy what I was working on despite it being horribly drawn because I was interested in what the character was doing or I thought it was funny.

  • If you can’t draw well, focus on humor, storytelling, or another aspect of art. Drawing skills will eventually follow

The other major barrier I hit was a lack of self-confidence. I had no faith that any ideas I created weren’t embarrassingly bad. I overcame this barrier by forcing the burden of creativity onto others and using my inbox as a steering wheel. Other people decided what my character did and I didn’t have to take the blame if it was stupid or not. The extra ideas were also extremely valuable for keeping it fresh and exciting to draw. (often making it feel very much like a game)

  • If you’re not confident in your storymaking, let others help. 

Art block: When you feel like beginning to draw takes a heap of energy you’re not willing to invest. This one is difficult and probably the most common, but I’ve found it beatable by agreeing to start a smaller workload. Tell yourself “I will draw the basic skeleton for the characters and I’ll leave it at that”. Often times, the act of having the pen to the paper is all you need to do to beat art block.

  • Beginning to draw, even just scribbles and frowny faces, can seriously help kill art block

If you meet a barrier, ask yourself what the barrier is and work on a way to either break it down or go around it. Get help from others to do so if you have to.

On Ideas, or a lack thereof:

(I feel like writing about this because it’s something I struggle with to this day.)

“But I have absolutely no ideas I want to draw” Ideas are not in short supply, ever. The issue, often, is being unable to bring them to mind. It’s important to keep a written list of ideas and add to it continuously. After doing so for a while, I realized that I used to dismiss and forget countless hundreds of ideas. I keep part of my list -here- (It’s small because I work through it pretty quickly.)

Another aspect of not running out of ideas, for me at least, is having a lot of projects open. If I have no inspiration for one project, the odds are I’ll have something for at least one of the others. It’s important to keep practicing, so if you’re going to get stuck on a project for months or years, it’s important to be able to draw something else in that time. If you have a grand idea, start it, and if you run out of steam, shelve it for later while you move on to something else. The goal is to keep wanting to draw. Don’t lose that goal.

Along those lines, don’t let yourself feel obligated to drawing something so much that you stop drawing entirely. A lot of blogs on tumblr will stop because “I have to finish this story first even if I don’t feel like it” or “I’m uninterested in drawing this character, but I have to draw them because it’s what people expect” No. You need to avoid getting stuck. Change it up and do whatever you can to keep moving forward and enjoying art.

Ya like talking about Eddsworld? Ya REALLY like Eddsworld? Ya wanna talk about it directly with others?

Then join the Eddsworld Network!

I’m currently in another network with quite a few people. Over 20 actually! We spend a lot of time talking about the character the network was created around as well as just casually chatting about anything we please! So, it’s quite an experience and it’s quite fun to just chat with others!

To Apply:

  • You do NOT need to follow my own blog. [Don’t worry. It’s fine. But if you want to, you can. :) -is 30 away from 700 at time of making this post-]
  • You HAVE to follow the network’s blog: eddsworldnetwork
  • Check the FAQ and the Rules pages on the EWN blog.
  • Fill out the form on the blog. [Click APPLY.]
  • Reblog this post. [Spread it around, ya know~!]


  • Well, ya know, ya get to talk to others who also like Eddsworld!
  • You might make some new friends you’ve never met in this fandom yet!
  • Group chat to talk about Eddsworld or just chatting casually about whatever!
  • We may sometimes have a day or night or two every once in awhile where we all join up together on rabb.it in Rc’s private chat room and watch some Eddsworld eddisodes together or something else entirely! Maybe even play online multiplayer games together like Town of Salem! :)
  • Badge to promo the network on your blog once you’re officially in perhaps~? -wink, wink, nudge, nudge-

Network is always open and there is no limit to how many people are accepted.

Have a good day~

GOT7 as boyfriends at your college/uni graduation
  • Mark: quietly comes on his own and wears a big hat and shades just to be safe (he wants to make your special day all about you). Sits with your family and friends and takes tons of photos which he later sends to the members to brag about how smart and beautiful his s.o. is. Will not stop smiling when you see him after the ceremony because he's so happy for you. He gives you a cute teddy bear wearing a grad cap and a sweet card with a polaroid of the two of you in it.
  • JB: despite the fact your family thinks that he looks miserable the entire time, he’s really happy to be there. Has RBF through most of the ceremony, except for when he sees you walk across the stage to accept your diploma and his face lights up. After the ceremony, he holds your diploma and the roses he brought you while you take pictures with your family and friends and looks on smiling.
  • Jackson: couldn't make it to your campus because of his crazy schedule but watches the live stream online and texts/snapchats you the whole time with his reaction and video chats you after telling you how cute you look in your cap and gown and how proud he is of you. When you get home, a big bouquet of flowers in your favorite color are waiting for you, along with a sweet note and a thoughtful gift. Next time he sees you, he makes you watch the DVD with him.
  • Junior: would come with one or two of the other members to serve as your mini cheering section. Jinyoung strikes me as the type who is really into school and learning so there's a good chance he might get emotional because he knows you're taking a big step in your life and that you worked so hard to get there. Would be really into even the small details of the ceremony and would ask you questions beforehand about what to expect and maybe do some research on the things you didn't know. Probably shed a single solitary tear during pomp and circumstance. Brings you an inspirational book that he writes a note on the inside cover!
  • Youngjae: He's super happy to be there, and endears himself to your family by holding doors open for your relatives wherever y'all go. Quickly becomes your mom's new best friend, and by the end of the weekend they're chatting like they've known each other for years. Can't stop smiling after the ceremony and telling you how proud he is of you. A week or so after the ceremony, he takes you out to a nice dinner, and then plays one of your favorite songs for you as a gift. Makes you take him on a tour of campus so he can see the places you tell him about on the phone/over Skype.
  • Bambam: takes time off and brings the rest of the members, whether they wanted to come or not. May or may not have brought noisemakers and giant posters with your face on them, dabs when you get your diploma, and makes a general spectacle of himself the entire time while JB looks on in general horror. Buys you the biggest bouquet of flowers he can find and a huge amount of balloons. Has not been this excited since their first win.
  • Yugyeom: is a little intimidated by your family and friends, but he's so proud of you! Probably convinced BamBam to come with him so he wouldn't be by himself, but somehow managed to talk Bam out of bringing giant cutouts of your face. Might have cried at some point during the ceremony but he does a good job of pretending he didn't. Waits until you see your family before he comes up to congratulate you, and he helps pack up your car to move you out. Buys you something nice and practical that Jinyoung helped him pick out when he cluelessly asked what to get someone for their graduation.
Fusion is a choice (theory)

Some seem to think that the base form of a fusion represents the most basic form of the relationship of those fusing - indicating whether a relationship is “good” or “bad” but relationships require work, right? And there is intention behind them. 

So perhaps the appearance of fusion is entirely intentional - those fusing actively choose their form because they and/or their constituents wanted to look like that.

Stevonnie has the usual humanoid base form because their fusion was unintentional.

Stevonnie can’t create inorganic material due to being mostly human. But other fusions who don’t really care about aesthetic let their clothes look like a mismatch of their constituents, while those who do care about fashion (e.g., Sardonyx) give their outfit some extra flair, in acknowledgement of the fusion’s independent identity as a person.

Unusual features aren’t necessarily a bad thing - Sardonyx uses her swivel waist to effectively use her war hammer, Opal uses her arms to use her bow easier, and a many-armed fusion can improvise easier in a fight. Those who don’t intend on fighting (Rainbow Quartz), or who have weapons that don’t need extra arms (Garnet), may stick with the basic limb plan.

Additional eyes may allow the expression of individuality - which can be a good thing! Look at Opal - she only has two eyes, but she falls apart as soon as Amethyst and Pearl disagree. Maybe Opal wants to just look cool and unified without acknowledging their prominent issues. Most other fusions have the same number of eyes as the sum of their constituents, even Garnet. And maybe fusions only start to look disorganized after a while because of disagreements or assertions of individuality (Amethyst: “I’m only forming Alexandrite if we get a cool extra mouth!” Garnet: “Whatever; As long as we keep the shades”) that can be silly but that help keep a fusion from falling apart. 

Maybe Malachite’s six-armed form is not the natural expression of a twisted relationship - but Lapis intentionally made their fusion look like that. Jasper thought she was in control, and in a typical villain move, misunderstood the nature of intimacy. She thought fusion = immediate power without any work or trust, unintentionally allowing Lapis to subtly shape their fusion without her realizing.

Thus, Malachite might not have an unusual body plan because she’s a bad fusion. She looks that way because Lapis wanted to ensure Malachite’s reliance on her weapon of water control, not on Jasper’s short-range weapon, not even on her ability of flight. She found a way to quietly and literally ground Malachite in vengeance and in preparation for her plan. Because you don’t need to be able to run in the ocean.