i just don't have any ideas anymore

anonymous asked:

I used to be considered a "gifted" writer, winning contests and getting praise all throughout my school days... but I've lost it, completely. I have little to no desire to write, what I do write is forced and ugly and plain... It's writer's block that has been going on for years! I don't have a lack of ideas, it's literally just a forgotten skill. Do you have any advice on long-term writer's block? Or maybe an explanation?

Darling, don’t waste time worrying if you’re not “gifted” anymore because, I promise you, you still are.

Originally posted by shawnhollenbach

I know that I have that same tendency, too.  When it’s been a while since I’ve written and I can’t get back into it, my automatic thought is, “I lost it.  I had it and I lost it.  I might as well join Corporate America because my soul is dead.”

But there are a lot of explanations for why your writing isn’t coming out how you want!  I’ll list a few of them below…

Explanations for Writer’s Block

  • You’re out of practice.  I can tell a difference in my “skill” after a week without writing – so if it’s been years?  You’re probably very rusty.  If this is the reason you’re struggling, my advice is to push through and write crap.  Even if it disappoints you or you sit there thinking, “This is terrible this is terrible this is the worst,” just do it.  Just force yourself through it.  Eventually, I promise from experience, something halfway decent will come out.  And it’ll get better from there.
  • You’re lacking confidence.  Another big ailment of mine – if I haven’t written something I liked in a while, I can count myself out before I start.  So even if I push through and write, I either self-edit the whole time or I delete it when I’m done.  That creates the effect of Returning to Square One, which negates my work in the first place.  If this is the case for you, my advice is to look closely and find something to like about your writing.  Even in The Worst writing I’ve ever done (and trust me, 2013 me was a nightmare to read), I’ve found a way to compliment myself.  So read your stuff like you’re critiquing a five-year old.  You’re not gonna sit there and tell a kid, “Dude this sh*t sucks lol delete your account.”
  • You’re clinging to old ideas and old methods.  If you “used to” write for X fandom or you “used to” write before class every day, that’s not a good enough reason to keep doing it.  If you “used to” write without an outline or you “used to” feel like a damn wizard when you wrote, that doesn’t mean you’re able to do that now.  And that doesn’t mean your talent has decreased.  Writers are different in every new season – adjust for yourself.  Stop expecting yourself to work under ancient systems and expectations.
  • You feel uncomfortable with your author’s voice.  This can be a simple matter of feeling inadequate/nervous – or you could even be annoyed with your own voice/writing style.  This can worsen the more you read other classic books with “better” voices and compare yourself.  If this is the case, my usual technique is to try to “rewire” my voice – try a different POV style or tense.  This can change how your voice sounds, which can make it easier for you and your narration to play nice together.
  • You can’t find the right character.  This sounds like a small issue, but it makes a huge difference.  If you’re unable to find/create a relatable or likable character, you’ll feel uncomfortable no matter what story you write.  It’s like if a principal ballerina were to try to perform her signature piece in a smelly school mascot costume.  You know what to do, but you’re just not in the right outfit!  So it feels clumsy.  It makes it hard to see how you look or what you’re doing wrong.  It makes you feel like a bad ballerina!  So try taking the time to find a good character.  Fanfiction can be a good transitioning activity for you – pick your favorite book/movie/TV character and write in their POV until you feel comfortable again.
  • You’re mentally or emotionally unhealthy.  This sounds judgy, but trust me – 90% of my writer’s block crops up in times of poor mental health or emotional stress.  Just like you can’t play baseball with broken ankles, you can’t write if your heart or your brain aren’t up to snuff.  So assess yourself for undue stress, depression, anxiety (my big one), or mental exhaustion.  Beyond that, make sure your heart isn’t clogged – so to say, make sure you’re emotionally accessible for writing.  If you’re deep in grieving, dissociating, or facing any kind of emotional blockage, your writing is definitely going to suffer.  It might be best to take time to work on these issues – otherwise you’re trying to row a boat with holes in it.

These are some of the main ones I’ve encountered in my time – and they’re definitely not the only explanations.  If none of these ideas help you to get started again, be sure to message me!  I’d love to discuss it with you personally :)  I know how awful that limbo can feel and I definitely want to help if I can.

Thanks again, and happy writing (hopefully)! <3

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

Long Ass List of Daredevil Sentence Starters
  • "Scream all you want. Come on, let me hear you scream. Scream loud. Nobody gives a shit down here."
  • "I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "But seriously, yeah, I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "Please stop giving my mom cigars."
  • "Look, I'm not asking you to do anything immoral."
  • "You've never done this before?"
  • "Maybe we can help each other."
  • "All I did was ask him for a drink."
  • "Define yourself by what you have, value the differences, make no apologies for what you lack."
  • "I thought I detected a whiff of virtue in there."
  • "But I'm awkward and unfashionable. Those things don't seem to apply to you."
  • "I just don't feel like going home okay?"
  • "So let's hop a few bars, not think about it."
  • "Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way."
  • "You haven't told me anything about you."
  • "Okay, good because I was starting to worry you might be in love with me."
  • "I drank the eel. Not a euphemism."
  • "And we are now filled with mighty eel strength!"
  • "After what you told me, I'm never going home again."
  • "I know you're scared, but I'm here to help you. Okay? - You don't have to be scared anymore."
  • "I make a heck of a latte, if you're interested."
  • "Facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel."
  • "I know how hard this must be for you."
  • "You have no idea how any of this is for me."
  • "They have to pay for what they've done."
  • "They won't listen."
  • "We'll make them listen."
  • "You do not want to test me."
  • "You think this is still about you?"
  • "You should have just killed me. You coward."
  • "This is an offer, not an order."
  • "I did some digging into your, uh past activities."
  • "A man/woman that can be bought isn't worth having."
  • "I said you should move on. Didn't say anything about me."
  • "Even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers."
  • "I've been lied to before by men/women. Some were even decent ones but they still felt the need to be dishonest about things that mattered."
  • "Hey, that's not a reason, it's an excuse."
  • "He's/She's like a sexual Rain Man."
  • "I want you to touch my face."
  • "Just tell me what you feel."
  • "You need anything else, you know where to find me."
  • "You want the short answer or the long one?"
  • "We need to contain this."
  • "Lying to that woman is impossible."
  • "Choose a side."
  • "I'm the closest he/she has to family. He'd/She'd do the same for me."
  • "That wasn't very smart, but it was fun watching you bleed."
  • "Life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending."
  • "Animals don't stop fighting. Not until one of them is dead."
  • "Admittedly, I'm a work in progress."
  • "Let's get this started."
  • "You know what they call stuff like that? Gifts. The special kind. The kind that very few people have. Or deserve."
  • "Smart don't come out of books, kid. Smart is making the right decision at the right time."
  • "Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."
  • "Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass?"
  • "What a shithole."
  • "This is my life and I made something of it, without you."
  • "Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can't afford."
  • "Is that why you left? Huh? To protect me?"
  • "You got heart kid, but heart's not enough."
  • "Anger is a spark, good. Rage is a wildfire, out of control, therefore useless. Just like you."
  • "We all pay for our choices."
  • "I've learned a lot since you've been gone."
  • "You're a dick."
  • "Say that you want my help."
  • "I want you to help yourself."
  • "I don't need a friend. I need a soldier."
  • "In war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you."
  • "I swear I will not kill anybody. Pussy."
  • "Never is a man more good looking than when he is in love."
  • "You do your job, I'll do mine."
  • "On occasion some dickery may leak out, but doesn't mean I'm wrong."
  • "So, how long before I do something that pisses you off?"
  • "You can't listen to people like that. You have to just block them out."
  • "Yeah, you're just a guy, right? A really, really good-looking guy."
  • "If you weren't half dead, I would kick your ass."
  • "We're gonna be the best damn avocados this city has ever seen."
  • "Misspelling 'Hanukkah' is a mistake. Attempted murder is a little something else."
  • "Well, we seldom get everything we want. Not in this world."
  • "You were really something back in the day. When you had a soul."
  • "I'm not afraid to die."
  • "We'll be together, that's all that matters."
  • "You really think that this will change anything?"

cat-nerd-sims  asked:

Hi friend! How are you!? 💕 I had an idea for a pose pack for you if you want. I was looking for poses of someone telling their partner they're pregnant and there's really nothing like that. (I don't need it anymore but I thought it could give you some inspiration!)

Hello friendo! 💖💖 Ooo that’s a great idea!! I’ve seen a one or two poses of people telling their partners they’re pregnant, but they’re all quite similar- y'know, girl holding a pregnancy test, the guy looks shocked/happy. I think it would be fun to try and make some more diverse ones 😊😊 If any of my followers have any particular pregnancy reveal poses they’re after for their stories- eg. Mayb one where the partner is angry? Or faints? Or idk, just lemme’ know in the replies 😊

sammyjo16 replied to your post “If Supergirl writers needs to add another White guy…”

“because chance of Chris Wood returning for season 3 or any is very low. ” LMAO - he is already confirmed for s3.

You literally quoted me. A very low chance is still a chance. I also tried to find an article about him returning for season 3, so you have evidence to back it up. I didn’t have any luck. Sorry, maybe you will. 

Melissa even said sorry to fans. SPOILER ALERT there’s a leaked video out of Mon-el leaving in a space pod while Kara watched and crying (I wouldn’t watch it if you’re a mon-el fan because there was Lena/Supercorp fans cheering). It would make no sense for the story. Him leaving would be less meaningful or impactful because it would be too soon! Give Kara time to mourn or actually grow outside of a romantic relationship/interest like I said at the bottom. Same thing for Mon-el too. Allow him time to become a hero for good reasons because his reason was to be with Kara. Which is not a good one.

But a low chance is still a chance. Supergirl is on CW and they love their pretty white boys. 

If you’re right, you literally spoiled it for me or save me from getting annoyed. Thanks

To all the mentally ill kids

Take a shower, it will make you feel better

Clean your room, even if it’s just a bit, you’ll feel a little more acomplished

Eat something whether it’s a snack or a meal

Now that that’s done. That show you’ve been wanting to watch but all the episodes are too overwhelming? Watch a couple episodes and forget there are anymore until you want to watch it again~

That story you’ve been wanting to read, but it’s so long and you don’t know how to start? Just pick out a few pages and read those. Read more when you’re ready

Been wanting to draw or paint, but have no idea what to do? Just do whatever~ Doodle eyes, or faces or flowers or stars, etc. Paint little circles and shade them, or trees or anything! It doesn’t have to be good, but you’ll feel good for trying~

And remember any meds you have yet to take, and don’t take anymore than you need to. Stay safe my lovelies

askjewelstuff  asked:

"You're all lucky Jewel won her fucking matches, or else you'd all be in jail right now! MURDER?! ARE YOU-! Do either of you have any idea how EXPENSIVE it was to bail your asses out?! Forget getting a paycheck for the next few months! And now she knows everything! The press are gonna have a fucking field day with this! And who has to clean up this mess? ME! AND I JUST ADOPTED TWO FUCKING KIDS WHO DON'T GET TO SEE THEIR DAD NOW CUZ HES WORKING ALL FUCKING DAY NOW! HOPE YOU'RE ALL FUCKING HAPPY!"

The three of them were dead silent.

“Well, to be fair you knew what you were getting into when you hired us,” Gino spoke up. “Not to make you anymore pissed than you already are, G, but you knew who we were and what we did. You can’t tell us you didn’t expect something like this to happen eventually, right?”

anonymous asked:

Why don't you draw the akaashi as a teacher and bokuto as a single dad anymore? I loved that little series so much.

I have 500 asks and little motivation and I’m trying really hard to put stuff out so some of my other works like the single dad au and the lovechild thing get lost because I’m trying to keep this blog running,

sometimes I just don’t have any ideas so it’s literally the fact that I want to draw for it but I just have no inspiration. It takes a long time to think of the things I draw and then even longer planning how to draw them and I know it might not appear that it takes a lot of time and effort but I’m trying my best not to let this blog consume my life while also updating it as well.

Also, if you want to see more of it then just ask! I haven’t even thought about the au in a long time and getting more asks about it will probably get me thinking about it and then get me to update it probably, it’s just now I don’t know HOW to continue it.

The signs as things my classmates & teachers have said #3
  • Aries: So if we just kill everyone in China and India then we won't have such a problem with the population anymore!
  • Taurus: Yes, and Romeo and Juliet was written by Sherlock Holmes
  • Gemini: He is a famous trumpet
  • Cancer: But we're not going to stick explosives up his ass!
  • Leo: *points at person playing piano* SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
  • Virgo: I have a pretty good reason to be bi, I mean have you seen girls?!
  • Scorpio: I don't know until I turn the page!!!
  • Sagittarius: Can Kanye please stop thinking that he is something?
  • Capricorn: Have you got any idea how itchy my nipple is right now? It's unbelievable how itchy it is
  • Aquarius: jesus krishna, she knows nothing.
  • Pisces: my boobs are as soft as butter.

anonymous asked:

Hi I heard prompts are open till 12 pm? In that case can I ask if you have anymore ideas for the end of the night verse? Or maybe if you don't have any, I would just like to see what your take is on the interaction between Byakuran and Tsuna Thanks!

this is really funny because i was writing Byakuran and Tsuna in Birthright yesterday, because [SPOILERS]. people are gonna shit themselves over chapter 8 when i get it up :D

ANYWAY, a little more about when Tsuna unfroze Xanxus in the present.

They attract a lot more attention as they leave the lower levels than they did entering, and Kuri almost wishes that Captain Mammon was still hiding them. It itches at her, furtive glances and outright stares alike. Kuri almost thinks she can pick out all of the Main House people who knew Xanxus by their bewildered expressions, from the way their stares fix on the livid scars.

Certainly, there are other reasons to stare. The Varia are a rare sight in the main house, and the Captains have refused to enter the house since before she was assigned to Captain Lussuria. Xanxus, even to those who don’t know him, is a sight–injured, wearing a Varia uniform that’s almost a decade out of date and positively radiating menace.

For anyone who manages to ignore that, the Tenth and his Guardians are all strange sights–school uniforms and cow print and hoodies are not something Kuri can ever remember gracing the halls of the Vongola’s mansion.

The Captains are all tense, but that’s normal. By contrast though, the Tenth and his people are completely relaxed, and Sawada seems to know the mansion like the back of his hand, as he leads their group through the halls. It takes Kuri an embarrassingly long time to realize that they’re being shown off, that Sawada wants to be seen, wants their appearance to be impossible to ignore.

The first thing to greet them when they reach the entry hall is the bark of half a dozen guns, and Kuri is briefly sightless as she hits the floor. Even with her mediocre abilities, the multi-hued blaze of Flame of reactions is too much to look at directly.

When the dazzle clears, Sawada looks furious, and his guardians have scattered into a clearly-rehearsed combat formation, which allows for the Captains, as if it was designed for them.

Xanxus is the only one who hasn’t moved. Instead, Sawada has moved to guard him.

Sawada makes a disgusted noise and flicks his suddenly-gloved hand, as though getting rid of water. Instead of water though, half-melted lead slugs fly from his fingers, sizzling against the floor.

“That,” he says, tightly-leashed anger making his words sharp as knives, “was rude.”

Kuri shivers as she rises back to her feet, and the words weren’t even directed at her.

Turmeric and his squad, who Sawada is glaring daggers at, go white as one.

anonymous asked:

Hi juliette. I want to draw more stylistic but here are so many styles that I like, and none of them seem to fit me and I am never content with my drawings. it is stressing me out to the point that I just sit in front of my laptop / sketchbook and cry for like half an hour straight. (Without drawing anything because when I have an idea (which is rare) I don't know how I want to draw it) I can't seem to "just begin" because I don't know how anymore. Do you recognize this / have any advice? Xxx

Keep reading


Cameron Imagine (It’s Written in the Stars)

Cameron Imagine (It’s Written in the Stars)

Request from anon: Can you do an imagine where I’m dating Cameron and he takes me to a whole day trip in LA and we have a lot of fun. At night, under the stars he ask me to marry him in an incredible way? I love your imagines and you have no idea how this imagine would mean to me

I am glad that you love them haha so sorry for the wait!! I am really falling behind on all of this….school is a lot more work this year. I make no promises on when the next imagine will be put up. I am so sorry but I just don't’ have any time anymore.


It was 6am in the morning and you were already awake. For most people this would be their worst nightmare. For you, however, it was a daily occurrence. You were a morning person. Something about mornings was just so refreshing. Sleeping in was great too, but a good start in the morning led to a great rest of the day.

Typically you would get up around 4:45am and go for a quick run throughout your neighborhood before arriving back to your apartment around 5:40am. You would take a quick shower–you were all for morning showers–and be done before 6am. You would then slip on some cozy sweatpants and a loose t-shirt.

Then you would make yourself comfortable on the large couch in the “living room” area of your apartment with a blanket. Cameron wasn’t that much of an early morning riser so you usually had an hour or so to just knit while listening to audiobooks. Knitting was something you had recently taken up that was actually quite nice to spend time doing. You found yourself very interested in it, and it was great to do while watching tv or listening to music. You were currently listening to The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Of course you had read the book at least a couple hundred times but it was a classic and one of your favorites; you just couldn’t resist it.

As you sat on the couch listening to Nick Carraway drone on about what he observes your mind wandered off. Even though The Great Gatsby’s characters are all heavily flawed there is something so beautiful about them. It makes them seem more human, and even though you may hate their choices and their flaws it makes the book a better book. So as not to make their lives seem perfect because no one’s life is perfect.

You were always one for day dreaming.

You were brought out of your daze by a delicate shoulder shake. You looked to your right to see a smiling Cameron who looked really well groomed for an average Sunday.

“Good morning,” he said as he gave you a quick kiss on the lips before making his way to the open concept kitchen. You looked at the time and it was only 6:39am. It was highly unusual for Cameron to be up this early. You were not bothered by it though. After you got over your slight astonishment you stood up and paused Mr. Carraway before he can ask another person who the infamous Jay Gatsby really is. You stood up and stretched out your limbs and walked over to Cameron.

“Good morning,” You say back in a very lightheaded voice that almost sounded sleepy.

“Someone sounds tired,” he comments cheekily and you laugh lightly.

“I’m not tired though. I don’t know why it came out that way,” You say with a smile.

“Well good because I have a huge day planned for us!” He exclaims with this sudden excitement. There was this gleam in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher but you could tell that he was feeling really good about today and…passionate?

“Alright what is the plan Mr. Dallas?” You ask amused as you lean over the kitchen counter closer towards him.

“Well despite how absolutely radiant you look right now you should get dressed,” He says with a smile as he leans closer towards you from his side of the kitchen counter so that your noses are almost touching. You blushed at his comment but backed away.

“Alright, is there any specific wardrobe choice you had in mind?” You ask him over your shoulder as you make your way back to the bedroom.

“Something you can have fun in,” He calls back with a wink. You had no idea what was in store for today. You thought to yourself about what you should wear as you made your way to your closet.

It is California so it’s always pretty hot and sunny. You pulled on a pair of tan/khaki shorts and a grey and black baseball tee. You weren’t really one for all elaborate outfits, maybe every once in a while but as long as you liked what you were wearing you were okay. You took your hair out from it’s messy bun and brushed it a couple times. Then you put on some under eye bb cream, eyeliner, and mascara. You slipped on some ankle socks and your white converse before walking out of the bedroom.

“Will this suffice?” you asked Cameron as you spun around jokingly for him.

“It’s perfect,” He says with a warm smile. Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink at his compliment and you went to grab your phone and money from the couch.

“Ah ah ah,” Cameron said stopping you and you looked at him with confusion. He then handed you just your phone and spun you around, “Don’t worry about anything,” He whispered to you as he grabbed your hand and you followed him out the door of your apartment to who knows where.

“Cameron where are we going? We haven’t even had breakfast,” You ask humorously as you step into the elevator with him and ride it down to the lobby.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the most important meal of the day for the most important person in my life,” He says with a twinkle in his eye and you buried your head in his chest.

“You’re being so cheesy,” You teased him.

“But it’s working,” He says as he kisses the top of your head and you silently answered….yes.

You stepped out of the elevator made your way to the parking garage. As you followed Cameron outside you finally realized his attire for the day. It was rather simple: black skinny jeans, grey t-shirt, and black vans, but Cameron made anything look good. As you approached his car he ran ahead and opened the passenger side seat for you and you smiled.

“Thank you,” You said in a British accent as you stepped into the car and he flashed his teeth before shutting the door and making his way into the driver’s seat. As he started the car you pulled out the sunglasses both of you kept inside the car at all times for drives like these and handed one to him and put the other on yourself.

As Cameron drives out of the parking lot you ask with humor and excitement, “So why, on an average Sunday, are we going on an adventure?”  

Cameron briefly turns to look at you before replying, “Why not?” You couldn’t argue with that. It was only 7:13am and you were already starting the day.

After a leisurely drive through Los Angeles, Cameron parks the car in front of a small boulangerie. You look at him with eyebrows raised and he only smirks at you before getting out of the car. You step out of the car as well and make your way towards the entrance of the boulangerie. Cameron was well aware of your fascination with language, specifically French, because of how much you spoke in it and studied French culture.

There was a very prominent smile on your face as you walked into the tiny boulangerie.

“Bonjour Madamoiselle,” (Hello miss) the store owner greeted and you smiled.

“Bonjour Monsieur,” (hello sir) you greeted back. You felt Cameron’s arm go around your waist and you leaned on him comfortably.

“Est-ce que vous parlez francais?” (Do you speak french) he questions and you smile.

“Oui, monsieur. Comment ca va?” (Yes sir, how are you?) you answer back excited that you get to utilize your oral French skills.

“Ca va bien et tu?” (I am good and you?) He replies with a smile, seemingly happy to speak French with someone.

“Je suis bien. Qu'est ce que vous venez dans la boulangerie aujourd'hui?” (I am good. What are you selling in the boulangerie today?) You asked hoping you weren’t being rude.

“Pour le petit dejeuner ou le gouter?” (For breakfast or snack?) He asks with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Le petit dejeuner s'il vous plait,” (For breakfast please) You respond politely.

“I have no idea what you’re saying but you sound very French to me,” Cameron whispers into your ear and you smile.

“On vient les tartines, les croissants, pain au chocolat, les baguettes, et plus,” (We have tartines, croissants, bread with chocolate, baguettes, and more.) He said. You looked to Cameron and asked him what he wanted and he didn’t seem to care what you picked.

“Je sentais indulgent aujourd'hui, alors on voudrait deux pains aux chocolats s'il vous plait. Aussi est-ce que vous venez le café ici?” (I am feeling indulgent today, so we would like/could we get two breads with choclate please. Also do you sell coffee here?) You asked carefully making sure as to not trip over your words. You were really enjoying this.

“Absolument madamoiselle et monsieur. On venez le café ici. Qu'est ce que vous voudriez?” (Absolutely mr. and ms. We do sell coffee here. What would you like?) He answered as he picked up two pain au chocolats very carefully and set them on the counter before asking what we would like to drink. You turned to Cameron.

“Do you want coffee?” You ask as you look up at him.

“Sure I’ll take whatever you are having,” He says his arm still around your waist. You nod your head before turning back to the man.

“On voudrait deux cafés s'il vous plait,” (We would like two espressos please.) You tell him and he gets straight to work on it. Once he had prepared everything Cameron paid and the two of you sat down in the little boulangerie.

“Remind me to take you to France some day,” Cameron says as he takes a sip of his espresso. You smile.

“Alright,” You say as if it’s nothing but you meant it jokingly of course.


After your breakfast surprise Cameron and you got back into the car and he drove off once again. You had no idea where he was taking you, and you wanted to question him so badly about everything, but you knew he wouldn’t give you any answers.  Instead you decided to try another method. Your hand slyly made its way over and grabbed his right hand, which was free, and you intertwined your fingers with his. You didn’t make eye contact but you could feel his gaze for a short period of time before his eyes averted back to the road. You just stared at both of your hands together. They just looked so right together. They way your hand fit perfectly in his. All the lines running together to make one. It all just seemed to make sense, you and Cam. You lost yourself as well as your idea to try and persuade him just by looking at your hands and tracing your fingers over them.

“Babe what are you doing?” You hear the ring of Cameron’s voice and you look up through your eyelashes.

“I don’t really know. I just…” you pause before thinking of what you are trying to say, “It just seems so right Cam. I know it sounds stupid but even just looking at our hands together. It’s like they were made for each other. I don’t know how to explain it and maybe I sound crazy rambling about hands, but I have just never felt the way I feel about you about anybody. That didn’t really sound like a sentence, but I love you Cam. I really do,” You say and Cameron just stops for a second to really take in what you said before turning to look at you with a smile and a gleam in his eyes that makes them look like stars.

“I feel exactly the same way. You have no idea how good that felt to hear that come out of your mouth,” He said with a huge grin and you couldn’t help but beam back at him. You weren’t entirely sure what this day had in store for you but you just leaned back and let Cameron take you wherever he wanted to go.


After 30 minutes he pulled up to what looked like an abandoned war zone. You weren’t entirely sure what was going to happen, but you trusted Cam. The two of you walked into a shack, and Cam rang the bell to call for an assistant to come and help the two of you. An older man probably in his late 60s came out and his eyes widened in recognition when he saw Cam.

“Hey Cam! How’s it going?”  He asked as he gave Cameron a smile and shook his hand.

“Pretty well Dave. I brought my girl with me today and I was wondering if we could take a couple turns out there?” Cam asks. You were still completely oblivious as to what is happening in the moment. A couple turns? On what? But when Cam said “My girl” your heart fluttered and you got a little red, but you tried to hide it.

“Of course, anything for you!” Dave says as he goes to the back room.

“How do you know him?” You ask when he leaves the room.

“Old family friend of my dad,” Cam answers shortly. He isn’t giving you much to work with. Dave comes back with what looks to be a couple of vests, goggles of some sort, and a bunch of other gear.

“It looks like we’re going to war,” You comment jokingly and they both look at you. “Oh wait we are? Really?” You question getting slightly nervous. This is something you always wanted to do, but you had NO idea what to do.

“Welcome to airsoft,” Dave said with a smile. “She must be real special if you brought her here,” Dave comments and Cameron smiles.

“Oh she is, and she knows it,” Cameron grins and you can’t help but blush so you quickly put on your gear to try and hide the redness creeping over your skin. However you don’t exactly know how to put any of this stuff on, so it takes a couple tries. The most combat you have ever been in was laser tag when you were 14.  Laser tag was fun you had to admit but this was taking it up a notch.  

“Alright so each round is 45 minutes. The aim of the game is to shoot the other person as many times as possible. Since it is just you two here  you will be on opposite teams. One on one. By the end of the 45 minutes your suit will tell you how many times you have been hit. Technology really is great!” Dave states and you laugh. “ALRIGHT GET TO IT YOUR TIME STARTS NOW!” He shouts and you quickly run to take cover before Cameron can shoot you.

Alright y/n this is all about strategy. Cameron has clearly been here many times before so he knows where all of the hiding spots are. Your best tactic will be to take cover and let him come to you. You find a wooden crate and get inside there and remain still waiting for the sound of Cameron’s shoes to come crunching over twigs and leaves.

5 minutes pass

10 minutes pass

15 minutes pass before you hear something. Your breathing stops and you listen more carefully. You can hear someone walking and you know it has to be Cameron. You listen for the direction and you can tell he is coming from behind you. You look through the cracks in the wooden crate to see what side he is on while making as little noise as possible. You see that he is coming up on your left. You had loaded your gun at 10 minutes so all you had to do was shoot him. You really didn’t want to give up your spot but at the same time you knew that if you shot him you would have to move, and it would be better to shoot him before he passes the crate. You quietly aim your gun through one of the cracks and you aim. Taking your time you line up the shot….before BAM!

“OW! SH*T! OH Y/N I am coming for you now!” Cameron cries out and you quickly move out of the wooden crate. Man this is fun you think to yourself. You cross over into Cameron’s territory and find a hollow log to hide in. You can hear Cameron running after you but you knew he was a couple second behind you because of his “injury”. You had managed to hit him on his upper thigh, and you knew it would leave a mark. You had never played airsoft but you knew it hurt like a b*tch. Your breathing became slower as your heart rate decreased. You could hear him walking again but he was hiding behind trees as he made his way closer to you. You were pretty sure he didn’t know you were in the log but you stopped breathing just in case. To throw him off. He was getting closer and closer, and you knew there was no way out of this one you just had to pray he didn’t look in the log. You couldn’t see him and so you closed your eyes and just began praying. But then all of a sudden it was quiet. You held your breath and opened your eyes. You looked to your left to see it was clear down at one end of the log. You looked to your right.

“AH!” You screamed when you saw Cameron peering in with an evil grin. You tried to scramble out as quickly as possible but Cameron managed to hit you in the shoulder and man did that hurt. You hissed but kept moving to avoid him. You made it out of the other side and took off running but not before Cameron got another one on your left arm. You screamed in agony but kept running. You eventually hid behind a rock and Cameron ran right past you. You then took off in the opposite direction to get some more cover. You looked up at the clock and saw that there was still 15 minutes left in the round. While this was fun you had still only managed to land one shot on Cameron. You needed to be merciless. Maybe you needed to find another way to beat the enemy you thought. An evil grin quickly spread across your face as your plan quickly pieced itself together in your head and you took off to find Cameron. You made trekked across the terrain as silently as you could searching for Cam. Once you came across him you took extra care to remain silent before you ran and jumped over a bush just loud enough so he could hear before screaming in agonizing pain.

“AHHH!! OWW!” You grabbed your leg and began contorting your body to make it look like you were in intense pain. You heard Cam make his way over and once you saw his face you knew you had him. He looked so worried. He jumped over the bush and landed next to you and crouched down next to you.

“Y/n are you alright? Where does it hurt?” He asks frantically as he tries to ease you non-existent pain.

“My leg,” You whimper and you almost laughed at how well this was going. As he leaned down to examine your leg. You shoved him over and quickly stood up before shooting him a couple times in the shoulder, abdomen, and arm before running off yelling.

“HAHA GOTCHA SUCKER!” That felt so good you said to yourself.

“OH Y/N! IT IS ON!” He shouts but you knew it would be a while before he got up you managed to get at least 10 shots on him. That must have hurt because they were close range.

“I WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY WE HAVE 3 MINTUES!” You shouted. All you had to do now was just find a safe place to hide for 3 minutes and then you would have won. You found that same wooden crate that you hid in at the beginning of the game and you quickly scurried into it. For extra measure you scrounged up some leaves to cover yourself in. All you had to do now was wait.

There was one minute on the clock and Cameron finally came into view. You held your breath as you prayed he would pass you or just not look hard enough in the crate to notice you were amongst leaves. You could see the clock was ticking down. 59. 58, 57, 56, 55, 54…and you were just willing it to go faster.

“Y/n! Come out come out wherever you are,” Cameron taunted and you rolled your eyes wanting to shout at him. You saw Cameron eyeing the crate but you had put mud all over your face so it wasn’t as noticeable. You crouched down and attempted to hide yourself among the leaves better but he quickly turned and looked into the crate. You didn’t breathe. You didn’t move a muscle. Your eyes remained closed. You were just listening for him to leave or for the clock to ring signaling that time was up. You heard him step away and you slowly let out a breath of relief and your eyes looked to the clock to see you had 15 seconds left. Oh well screw this you thought. You got your gun loaded and ready and you came out shooting at Cameron. He shot you too but you had the element of surprise and managed to get him a good 30 times before the clock rang. You fell on the ground in pain next to Cameron from all the hits.

“Well played y/n well played,” Cameron groaned. “I knew there was a reason I loved you,” He said with a pained smile and you laughed. Eventually the two of you got off the ground and made your way inside.

“I have to say, that was very interesting to watch,” Dave said with a smirk as he looked at the two of you. I don’t even have to look at your suits to know who won,“ He said looking at you, "But to embarrass Cam a little let’s check out the numbers,” He said with a laugh and you smiled. You heard Cameron groan but you only punched him in the arm.

“Looks like Cameron’s suit has 53 hits, and y/n’s suit has 24 hits,” Dave comments and I smile.

“Can we do that again?” You ask excitedly and Cameron and Dave looked a little surprised. “ I mean I think Cameron wants to regain his dignity,” You tease.

“If that’s how you’re going to play it,” He says putting his gear back on.

The two of you played four more rounds. You won a couple then Cam would win some. It just went back and forth until eventually it was getting dark and the two of you had to leave. You said thanks to Dave and got back in the car.

“I am going to be sore tomorrow,” You commented as you slid into the car with a groan. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Cameron giving you a smirk and you just rolled your eyes. “Oh don’t give me that look,” You say your cheeks heating up. Thank goodness it was dark.

“I think it’s really cute when you blush,” He comments breaking the silence and that caught you off guard. How could he even see you. “I don’t have to see your face to know when you’re blushing. I can just tell by your posture. You’ll get all embarrassed and try to hide your face. I wish you wouldn’t you look beautiful, and I like knowing that it’s me that makes you feel that way,” he says and now you were really red.

“Cam stop saying things like that,” You whine because you didn’t know how to react. Your natural instinct was to hide your blush.

“No y/n, I love you and I am not going to not say what I want to say. You’re beautiful and you’re my girl. The one and only. I should be able to tell you that you look beautiful whenever I want to. I want to tell you every day that I love you and I adore you. I want to wake up every day next to you and see your face,” He says as he parks the car. You had no idea where you were but your heart was just melting at his words.

“Cam..” You whisper but he shushes you.

“Shhh… y/n I have something to show you,” He steps out of the car and opens your door. What a gentleman… he takes your hand and leads you to the edge of a cliff. You look out and right beneath the cliff you see the words “WILL YOU MARRY ME?” written in glow in the dark stars. Your hands rush to your mouth and you turn to look at Cameron who is now on his knee holding out a ring. “Well what do you say y/f/n? Would you do me the honor of spending every day for the rest of your life with me by marrying me?” He asks and you nod before jumping into his arms. You hear him sigh a sigh of relief and he hugs you so tight like he may never see you again.

“I love you,” You whisper into his ear.

“I love you,” He whispers back. You pull away and your lips crash onto his and everything melts away. It was just you and Cam. And that’s how it would always be because you two were going to get married and start a family. You two were made for each other.

When you pulled away and looked into his eyes a thought occurred to you. “Why glow in the dark stars?” You ask.

“Well I always liked to think that our relationship was written in the stars like fate or destiny. If I could arrange it in the sky for you I would, but I figured this was the next best thing,” He said with a cheesy grin and your heart melted.

“What did I ever do to deserve you,” You whispered as you kissed him again and he chuckled.

“You were you, and I could never ask for more,” He whispered into your ear. In that moment it really did feel like your relationship with Cam was written in the stars. And it always would be.


Alright I hope you enjoyed the imagine. Cheesy I know but I had the thought while I was writing it and I thought it would be cute! Let me know what you think!



[the fly on the wall] (readerXruvik)

[Author note;; UHH this is probably only the second time I’ve ever ever written from this POV and I am 900% sure my present/past tenses are all a nutty fuckton of messed up b-but I hope if anyone on this planet beyond miss Yume reads this that you enjoy it and that it’s got decent pacing and characterization!!!]

Your head is pounding, reeling, as you finally come to. The room is familiar, at least - that strange room in that strange hospital that you for some reason find yourself in… Nothing had made sense for some time now, but at least here… you felt you could catch your breath. But the ringing… your vision blurred around your eyes, the pulsing pain was unimaginable in this moment, and it was all you could do to stumble out the door and drag yourself into the lobby, failing to notice the lack of a familiar figure behind the desk. The nurse, which was really all you’ve come to know her as, was a comfort for some reason, despite the fact she never acknowledged you. She sometimes said things but they never felt… directed at you. Idle chatter to herself, a light humming, she sometimes mentioned Sebastian, though you’ve never seen him here.. but it was… a relief to find the company of another person, even if that company seemed to… be unaware of you. But all this static in your head - your only thought was the chair. You never quite figured out how it all worked…in fact, it all frightened you, but all that mattered anymore was in the end… things seemed to be better than before.

It wasn’t until you pushed through the creaking barred door that you began to realize things were not as they normally were… things… weren’t quite right.

There was nothing you could do now, though. It was much much too late.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Viria! You probably won't see this, but I think I've reached the end of the line. There's this girl in my class who won't stop talking to me, and she's seriously pissing me off. If she keeps doing it, I might just commit suicide. If I ask her to stop or just ignore her, she'll ask me what's wrong and say that I can talk to her and I just. I don't know what to do anymore. Do you have any advice?

I’m not sure…or at least I’m not sure my “advice” could be any sort of a decent one.

I’m sorry for what she’s doing, but…maybe she finds you interesting enough to want to be friends with you? Not saying you have to want to be her friend in return, though.

But I’d say committing suicide just because someone keeps talking to you is not worth it. It’s..inpractical to prevent yourself from your future because of that. I don’t think ignoring her is a good idea, too. Though you might try talking to her about the whole…thing. You don’t owe anyone anything, you don’t owe them your time, your energy, or your company. If you’re uncomfortable with something, just talk about it.

I know it’s not the easiest thing to tell someone, but still. Ignoring “the problem” won’t make the problem disappear. Continuing on carrying on like this won’t change anything, either. If you want to get out of this situation, you should tell her. She might not even realize she makes you uncomfortable by keeping talking to you, you know. If you don’t talk how would someone know what or how you’re feeling about something? You don’t owe her a decent explanation, but explaining something is still (for me) better than just blantly saying “stop talking to me”.

But killing yourself if she doesn’t magically stop? Seriously, don’t. You’re in control of your own life. I saw a thing on tumblr once, that if you don’t go for something, you will probably never get it. So if currently you want this situation with the girl to end, then you should go for it. You don’t owe her to be her friend.

anonymous asked:

I know exactly how you feel. I'm a voltage writer too and it's like the whole fandom is just dead now, no ones around anymore. I keep going back and forth with the idea of just deleting my blog. I don't have any inspiration and when I do no one cares anyway lol

Yeah the fandom seems a lot more dead than what it was last time I was on. I wonder what happened? It’s sad because it was such a great fandom. /:


gloriacooper  asked:

Mr. Quesada, you're my favorite artist and I'm sad you don't draw comics too much anymore with you busy schedule. I think you draw a killer Captain America, especially with Jack Kirby's original design, do you have any ideas for a Captain America story? If so, please could you produce the same treatment like you DD Father series. I loved it. It appeared to be a labor of love and I love that. Thank you for reading. -- Gloria

Thanks for the kind words, Gloria. While I don’t have a Cap story in mind at the moment, here’s a never before seen Cap headshot study I drew back in 2007 just for you!

wedding quote starters
  • Sentence starters made out of stuff people said at todays wedding.
  • "Should I throw it?"
  • "You're like the children of the corn!"
  • "Didn't you just make a promise of fidelity?"
  • "It's sacred juice."
  • "May I release this reptile on your property? It may be small now, but one day, with proper care, it will be large."
  • "But... what happens if we break the circle?"
  • "You're a make-up wizard."
  • "Hawks are the stupidest predators."
  • "Stop screeching into the microphone."
  • "What was that?"
  • "I accidentally called the cops."
  • "We don't get any service here."
  • "You're not gonna lead me off into the woods and sacrifice me, are you?"
  • "No, Aragorn is the prince, Aragog is a giant spider."
  • "Well, at least I'm not talking about sewage plants."
  • "Why are you taking me to a cat? Cats move! It won't be there anymore!"
  • "We're table masters."
  • "I just walked three miles in flip-flops while having no idea where I'm going."
  • "The dogs get cuddle priority over my husband."
  • "Didn't you have a pet peacock?"
  • "Oh god, my pants fell off again."
  • "I'm busy decapitating flowers.
  • "This place is going to smell like plants for ages."
  • "Can I eat a bee?"
  • "Feel free to eat the decorations."
  • "Watch me talk about lords and ladies while dipping this phallic symbol in a wine glass."
  • "No, it's emerald green, not packer green!"
  • "You don't say no to a girl dressed in midevil garb holding a reptile. It may be a sign from above."
  • "We have chickens."
  • "I'm never going to let you forget that."
  • "You cannot keep a snapping turtle."
  • "The aliens won't abduct you, but they will do experiments."

charred-angelwings  asked:

Hi! I'm Amanda and I just wanted to tell you that I watched the Reactor (once, just to give it a shot) and it will NEVER be The Wil Wheaton Project and I'm angry that i don't have your show anymore. Please tell me you'll come back?

I’m going to make you sad and tell you that The Wil Wheaton Project is never coming back. The network goons and I had very different ideas for the show, and I think that Reactor is what they wanted my show to be. I don’t wish anyone on the Reactor team any ill will or anything, though. I’m happy for people to have jobs, and I’m sure they have their own fans, just like we did.