i just tried to add commas that but then i remembered

What is a story you have been dying to tell?

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

From The Moment You Wake Up // Performance Unit (Part 2)

Based on a Soulmate AU where within a year of the younger half of a pairing turning 18, soulmates will switch bodies with one another. They have 24 hours in their soulmate’s life before being returned to their own. While in their soulmate’s body, a person is inhibited from mentioning their other life. They also cannot contact themselves in any way, however, people have figured out methods around this rule.

This is your life afterwards.

Seventeen’s Performance Unit (Hip Hop // Vocal)

Part 1 // Part 2

Warnings: Light Swears (Jun), Mentions of Blood (Dino)

-by Admin Bee

A/N: Welp, that’s a wrap. Whether you’ve been here since Hip Hop part 1 was posted or started reading in the middle, and to everyone who has read this series and left replies, tags, and messages alike, thank you thank you thank you thank you. Your support made this possible. And finally, thank you to Mari, the first person I told about this idea all the way back in April, for being an amazing editor and steering me away from cliche plots, comma errors, and really dark endings.

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anonymous asked:

omg wait how do you get a ringtone onto an iphone with the new itunes update? i tried to set it as this mashup of something and it didnt work :(

Hi Lovely!

Okay, so in the old iTunes, I used to have a folder synced on my computer so that when I added a new ringtone, I just plopped it in there and it updated whenever I plugged in my phone. For some asinine reason, Apple decided that was too easy and decided to hide how to put on a new ringtone. 

When I did mine recently, I found this website here very helpful; I’ll simplify it for you, so that I also have the instructions and I can add my own again without googling how to do it LOL.

Okay, so I’ll go from start to finish, since I always make my own ringtones. For this tutorial, you will need Audacity, which you can download for free here (always support open source programs! <3). Audacity also requires a plug-in to convert audio files to MP3; it’s also free and instructions on how to install it are here.

NOTE: You CAN also make ringtones in iTunes, I just prefer to do it in Audacity because you can be a lot more precise on the length and the Start-Stop positions and play with the audio; in iTunes you need to know EXACTLY the start stop times. The initial tutorial website shows you step by step how to make a ringtone using iTunes, so you can do that if installing and prepping programs is a bit daunting for you! I always have the most difficult way possible to do anything, but if you’re willing to put the time in, it’s also the most fun :D 

Either way, remember that the most IDEAL RINGTONES are between 20 and 30 seconds; the longest you can make one for iPhone is I THINK 45 seconds.

If you want to just make the ringtone, skip to Section B: Adding the Ringtone in iTunes.

NOTE YOU NEED TO HAVE AN UPDATED iOS FOR THIS TO WORK. I am running iOS 11.0.3 on my iPhone 6S Plus.

Okay so here we go!

A. Making Your Ringtone Using Audacity

1. Choose your song; it can be any song, as long as it’s a format supported by Audacity (FLAC, WAV, AAC, and MP3 I know for sure. I believe it supports all kinds of audio files). Right click, and choose “Open With > Audacity”.

2. So now you’ll see a waveform in Audacity. If you’re not familiar with audio editing, it can look very scary!:

BUT it’s useful for finding the part you want to make a ringtone, and is a lot more precise, because you can see where all the downbeats are in your song! As well, Audacity’s save function works like Photoshop PSD files: it saves all the layers you make of your clip, so if you want to make a mashup of a bunch of songs, you can totally do that too! Clip out the section you want to be your tone. It will require you to play with the audio sample. Remember: try to keep your clipping under 30 seconds! Audacity has a lot of fun features like tone shifting, fades and speed adjustment, so if you want a really unique ringtone, you can adjust the octave of the song or you can have fade-outs. If you’re really ambitious play with it so it makes a perfect loop!

ANYWAY. So clip out your chunk and make sure it’s what you think you want for a ringtone and that it’s clipped and edited the way you want it, and it’s under 30 seconds.

Now go to FILE > EXPORT AUDIO (Shift-CMD-E). If you’ve loaded the LAME encoder correctly, you should see MP3 as an option:

These are the settings I use for all my MP3 output. Save your MP3 in a temporary spot; you won’t need it again and can delete it after you make your Tone.

3. Now we will open up the MP3 in iTunes. Double click on the file to open it and then find it in your playlist. What we’re going to do now is Import the song from iTunes into an AAC file. To do this, you need to change the Import Options in iTunes. It took me a bit to find them since they got moved around a bit. Go to iTunes > Preferences (CMD-Comma), and you will be shown the “General Tab”; at the bottom, you will see a button for “Import Settings”; click on it.

And on the dropdown menu, make sure that “AAC Encoder” is selected. I think it’s the default, but double check. As an aside, if you rip CD’s, this is where you change it so they save as MP3′s, not M4A’s (which is what AAC’s will make).

4. So now that we’ve ensured that it is the proper format, we’re going to Convert the MP3.

Go to FILE > CONVERT > CREATE AAC Version. This will make a duplicate version underneath the one you have. 

Right-click on the second file, and “Show in Finder” (or the Windows equivalent to showing you the file location). This will bring up the file’s location on your computer. For ease, pull it out of the folder, and put it onto your desktop, then delete any folders it created. Go back to iTunes and delete from your library both the MP3 and the duplicate file, as you won’t need them anymore.

5. Now we’re going to Change the File’s extension. For this step, you need to make sure your computer is set to show file extensions. In Windows, this setting is under “Appearance and Preferences” I think, and on Mac it’s shown by default for files on the desktop, I believe (if not, it’s under FINDER > Preferences > Advanced > Show Extensions). 

Change the file extension to *.m4r. Click on  “change to *.m4r” when prompted.

B. Adding the Ringtone in iTunes

Now, the next part is the frustrating bit, because ALL the tutorials I found wasn’t clear on the syncing aspect of this. A lot of them essentially told me to turn off all my syncing, which, uh, NO because I have a tonne of music and if you de-sync your playlists, it deletes them from the device. So NO. So I’m going to show you MY sync settings, and show you that as long as you have certain boxes unchecked, you can still add your ringtone.

1. First make sure your iPhone / Pod / Pad / Whatever is hooked up somehow to your computer. BLUETOOTH SYNCING DOES WORK FOR THIS; mine does Bluetooth Syncing (which is the greatest thing ever). You’ll know iTunes found it if it shows up as a little icon on the top and it shows up under “Devices”

2. Set your sync settings. This is is done by clicking on the little iPhone Icon at the top there. You will see this:

Under options, make sure that the “Sync only checked songs and videos” box is UNCHECKED. This will NOT affect your music syncing, as far as I know, because my music stayed synced.

Other tutorials tell you that “Manually manage music and videos” also needs to be checked. IT DOESN’T. Clicking it will eff with your music sync settings, and I was perfectly able to add a tone with it unchecked.

3. Go back to the main sidebar by clicking on the arrow at the top. iTunes will prompt you if you want to Apply changes; hit yes if you did any changes, otherwise cancel.

Click on the drop down arrow next to your Device, so it brings up several options.

If you click on Tones, you can see all of the manual ringtones you have on your phone. In my case, because I have “manually manage your music and videos” deselected, mine are greyed out, so I can’t delete them unless I turn on that checkbox. 

4. Drag and Drop your ringtone onto the device. THE BLUE HIGHLIGHTING MUST SHOW UP ON THE DEVICE FOR IT TO WORK, like so:

Even if you have your syncing on, you will see it add itself to your Tones folder. It will take a few seconds, since this is being added DIRECTLY onto the device! A checkmark will show up next to it when it’s completely synced and on the device.

5. Change your tone! Now that we see it has been confirmed to have been moved onto the device, let’s load it up! On your phone, go to your Settings App. Scroll down to “Sounds”, then tap on “Ringtone”. On the Ringtone page, select your newly-added tone; Tapping on it will activate it and you can listen to it in its entirety!

To set it, all you need is that checkmark next to it, and click on the “< Sounds” text at the top-left. The text in the Ringtone section of the Sounds should now say the name of your new ringtone!

Et voila!

I hope that helped you out, Nonny! And to everyone else, I exclusively use a Mac, so I don’t know if this is interchangeable at all with a PC. I don’t have a PC so I can’t help you out beyond my limited knowledge of it. The tutorial I linked to WAY up top goes to one that has Windows OS, so that should help you out a bit. 

Cheers all!

joe-maristopher  asked:

Hi, David! I've read your last answer about Shiväisith. As I can see we have some options:1) use the regular runes (oh my, so many variants!), 2) thinking about creating it by us, fans and 3) ask you to create it... I'd really like to see it from you. And I think not me only. You're the creator after all. If that comes true... But I know you're really busy and, after all, you have a lot things to do and to think.

lol Yeah, I do have a lot to do. At the moment I’m creating two new languages, in addition to doing my regular translation duty—plus I have some other projects I’m working on, and I’m still getting over being sick. Creating a new writing system is tough enough, but creating a font takes hours of work—even for a relatively simple alphabetic script. Plus, anything I’d create at this point wouldn’t be official (the movie’s long over), and there’s little chance of there ever being Dark Elves in a movie again. Even if the people writing the current Thor comics saw a script I created and liked it and wanted to use it, I should get paid to create the script and font (as happened with Defiance and Star-Crossed), rather than create it for free. Plus, there’s next to no interest in this language, outside of one loyal fan, and it’s doubtful that the language will have a future of any kind. It would be an ENORMOUS mistake to actually sit down and create a script and font for the Dark Elf language.

But I did it anyway.

Allow me to present the Dark Elf runic script which I call Todjydheenil (itself the plural of the word for “rune” in Shiväisith, todjydheen):

That’s Shiväisith in Todjydheenil. I took a look at all the runic systems from Northern Europe to get inspiration, but ultimately I decided the runes, like the language, should be original, so there are no phonological correspondences between this system and any natural system. I tried to get it to look vaguely sinister (that’s a technical term) while still obviously being a runic system. I also figured since the Dark Elves have been around for a while and are fairly technologically advanced, they could handle serifs. (Didn’t look good without the serifs—despite the fact that going back and adding serifs took a lot of extra time. It didn’t look right!)

Below are some charts detailing all the runes and what they stand for. This makes exclusive use of the romanization of Shiväisith, so if you’re not familiar with it, check out this post. First up, the vowels:

You’ll notice that the doubled vowels all have separate glyphs. That’s the way the system works (makes words shorter, which is nice). The nice thing is that if you type the doubled letters of the romanization, the correct glyph will pop right up, so no need to go hunting.

Okay, now for the consonants:

All right, something to note about the above. You’ll notice that there aren’t separate glyphs for fth or dh. In addition, you’ll notice that both k and g have h as an alternate reading. This is no accident. In Shiväisith, these sounds are in complementary distribution, meaning you’ll never distinguish the meanings of two words with, for example, t and th. The sounds are thought of as identical by Shiväisith speakers. This means that to use the system, you’ll have to learn to use p everywhere you would use f (though, honestly, the ligatures I’ve created have got your back. If you type the romanization exactly, it’ll come out perfectly). The tricky one is h. There is indeed a separate h sound, but it is not the same as the h that generally occurs between vowels. For example, you know all those infinitives (pohahililjahikarihi, etc.)? All k. That is, karihi is actually spelled kariki. That means it’s actually slightly more difficult to write in the runic script than the romanization, because you’ll have to remember which h’s are actually h, and which are either g or k, but them’s the breaks.

Moving on, these are runes for the diphthongs in Shiväisith:

Those should be fairly self-explanatory. In addition, there are a number of runes that stand for common combinations of consonants that occur at various places in a word. Their forms should be obvious, for the most part:

That’s the system. For the few ancillary bits one might need, I threw in some minimal punctuation:

You can use that period for a period, a comma, a colon, a semi-colon—whatever (they’re runes! Runes don’t care about fancy punctuation!).

And finally, the number system:

I’m hoping you can infer how to use the system just based on the cells for 5 through 9 and 20 there, because I ran out of room. Basically, numbers go to the right of the placeholder until you exceed the placeholder, then you add a counter to the left. With this system, you can go up to 999,999. If you need a million, round down to 999,999.

To put a name to the numbers, see the list below (cardinal numbers are listed first, followed by ordinal numbers—oh, and you just use tifidhoh, “nothing”, to refer to zero):

  1. heth / kyäthis
  2. kör / köös
  3. mitta / mittas
  4. kitta / kittas
  5. pesh / peshish
  6. täni / tänis
  7. gah / gakkis
  8. dulin / dulis
  9. djyyr / djyysh
  10. jav / javis
  11. javeth / javethis
  12. jav kör / jav köös
  13. jav mitta / jav mittas
  14. jav kitta / jav kittas
  15. jav pesh / jav peshish
  16. jav täni / jav tänis
  17. jav gah / jav gakkis
  18. jav dulin / jav dulis
  19. jav djyyr / jav djyysh
  20. körjev / körjevis
  21. körjev heth / körjev kyäthis

After that, you should be able to get the hang of it. You’ll just need the rest of the tens, and so forth. Those are:

  • 30: mitjev / mitjevish
  • 40: kitjev / kitjevish
  • 50: peshev / peshevish
  • 60: tänjev / tänjevis
  • 70: gakjev / gakjevis
  • 80: duljev / duljevis
  • 90: djyyrjev / djyyrjevish
  • 100: vysh / vyshish
  • 1,000: teem / teemis
  • 10,000: jav teem / jav teemis
  • 100,000: teemidheen / teemidheenis

And that’s that.

Here are some sample words so you can get a feel for it. This is the name Älgrim:

Here’s Mälekith:

I wanted to make sure his name looked cool. Love the le combination.

Here’s the word for “Dark Elf”, älfenää:

Here’s the word for the Dark Elf home world, Harudheen:

And here’s a word I think just looks kind of cool—the word for Asgardian, Äskärdhiksä:

Now, since this script and font I created are totally unofficial and are in no way connected to the movie or the Marvel Universe, cinematic or otherwise, I am releasing it to all and sundry. You can download it here (comes with installation and usage instructions). It comes with a CC license (this one), meaning that I don’t want anyone modifying or trying to sell the font, or claim it or the script or some derivative of either as their own work. What you use the font on, though, is your business. If you find some problem with the font, let me know and I can try to put out a new version if I have the time. (Though fair warning: either the ligatures, the kerning or both may not work on Microsoft Word. Microsoft hates anything it does’t already know how to deal with.)

This concludes Shiväisith day on my Tumblr. I hope you enjoyed it! Now let’s get back to talking about The 100, which comes back from its winter break tomorrow! ~:D

Brevity: How to Write Less and Say More

Brevity is difficult to accomplish. For me, it takes several rounds of edits. For authors more experienced than I, it might take less.

  • Stick to your point. Don’t keep all your dumped thoughts on paper. Find the point of all those thoughts and edit them down to  a singular point.
  • Don’t waste words. So I found these edits from that one action chapter I spoke of in my Writing Effective Action Scenes post. Here is both the unedited and published versions.

Theosodore is right. My anger is my strength. If there was anything that could ever persuade me to fight in a situation that seems beyond hopeless, it is seething rage. The rage takes me back to the barn where Colette was trying to teach me how to control my fire. I almost had a grasp on the tempting flames then, almost felt like I would have had full control had Colette not invaded the blackness of my thoughts. Now that feeling is back, and this time, I have the fear just underneath the skin of my palm. All I have to do is snap my fingers and–

Published version:

Theosodore is right. My anger is my strength. The feeling takes me back to the barn where Colette tried to teach me how to control my fire. I almost had a grasp on the tempting flames then. Now the feeling is back. I focus on it, drawing the anger down into the skin of my palm, letting it heat my skin until it’s almost unbearable. All I have to do is snap my fingers and–

Notice that the published version is two lines shorter than the unedited version. There was no reason for me to repeat that “seething rage” could help her fight, when “My anger is my strength” is enough to signal that all it takes is anger. I also didn’t need to repeat that the RAGE helped her remember. That’s treating my readers like they’re dumb. Then “I ALMOST had a grasp on the tempting flames then” is all that needs to be said. Readers can already infer why she couldn’t grasp her flames from a previous chapter. As for the next sentence, it was edited to emphasize her anger. So the published paragraph says more than the unpublished paragraph, yes?

  • Don’t think about word count, but value. Having a 100,000 word novel (this is often only accepted for sequels) doesn’t mean you’re being wordy. Oftentimes it means you’re developing your world and characters more from the previous book in the series. So think about the value of each word you’re using.
  • Passive voice.  This can add unnecessary words. Sometimes you can’t avoid passive voice, but oftentimes you can.

Passive voice: Canes and wheelchairs are used by people who have some form of physical disability.

Active voice: People with physical disabilities often use canes or wheelchairs.

Not only did I change it to the active voice, but I also cut out some words.

  • Use strong verbs instead of adverbs.

I ran quickly to the door.

Use I dashed to the door instead. ‘Dashed’ has more urgency than 'I ran quickly.’

  • Avoid redundancy. Refer to the 'don’t waste words’ point with the unedited version. The third sentence is redundant.
  • Use punchy sentences. Long sentences aren’t a sin, but if you can convey your point in fewer words, do it.

Unedited version of a scene in When Stars Die: A loud rumbling breaks through the shadows, hurling my entire back back into the present, where I’m dodging fire while being subjected to cruel words.

Published version: A loud rumbling breaks through the shadows, hurling me back into the present as I make a hard turn to dodge another ball of fire.

  • Don’t say something over and over again. Not only does this assume your readers are dumb, but you only need to state your point once. The sequel to When Stars Die is still going through revisions, but my publisher caught me on this one. He even said I’m treating my readers like they’re dumb, so even I’m not perfect.
  • Keep your sentence structure varied. Don’t use long sentence after long sentence after long sentence, unless there is a stylistic reason for this.
  • Experience is your ally. Just keep writing and receiving critique from experienced writers.

Thursday’s post will be about using commas. So many of my editorial clients struggle with how to use these.

Unfamiliar (Part 1/?) Bucky Barnes/Reader

Summary: You’re trying to leave your old life behind and have an adventure. Little did you know you’d find exactly that when you meet a stranger at a fruit stand in Bucharest. (Set smack dab in the middle of Civil War)

Warnings: None, it’s fluffy!  (I’ll add them to each chapter as they become appropriate)

Words: 1497

A/N: Hey! So I’ve had this brewing in my head since I saw the Civil War in May. I wanted to tweak some parts and put the reader into the story! I’m so excited to finally get it written down! I hope you like it - feedback is appreciated! And a very special thank you to @bovaria for checking out this first chapter and making sure it’s not complete garbage and helping me with my comma addiction ;) Thanks so much, love!

Originally posted by eduardica2

“Come on, (Y/N), I know you’ll be fine! This’ll be fun!” Your best friend squealed as she pushed you along the crowded streets of Bucharest just outside your lavish hotel, “You need to come out of your shell a little. Have some fun and explore!”

“Why can’t I just stay in the room until we go back to London where I can actually communicate with people?” You whined as you felt her hands on your back again, urging you to move faster with the large crowd, “I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can.” She assured just as the crowd thinned out and you entered a slightly more open area. She took you by the shoulders and spun you around to face her, “Alright. My meeting shouldn’t take long. One hour and I’ll see you back at the hotel, okay? Meet me at the bar? (Y/N?)” she had to shake you a little bit when she realized you were looking past her, zoning out.

“Yeah, I’m listening.” You lied.

“Do we need to synchronize our watches?” She joked. You laughed, feeling a little relaxed having done so. “Okay. I’ll see you soon!” she gave you a peck on the cheek, and with that, she disappeared into the crowd behind you with her office bag in hand.

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kingrenly  asked:

trc for the ask meme!


also requested by grrywaren and a few anons

which friend eats 3-year-expired nacho cheese at 2 am for $2.50

  • BLUE

which friend offered the $2.50

  • there’s a shaky cam video of it taken by ronan and all you can hear is noah screaming in the background
  • but like. can you imagine an ot5 game of truth or dare and noah/blue/ronan’s increasingly competitive dares 
  • blue daring ronan to steal gansey’s journal and they take a shot every time they see a word over four syllables
  • noah daring ronan to fill his empty beer bottles with glitter and throw them off the roof
  • ronan daring blue to draw a unibrow and moustache on gansey’s framed picture of glendower

which friend brings stuff to bake whenever they go over to other people’s houses

  • this is noah tbh 
  • he can’t go over places but he loves to bake 
  • so he gets gansey to buy him stuff and then he has baking days in monmouth
  • adam keeps wondering where all these vanilla cupcakes (his favourite) are coming from 
  • noah the baking mom ghost. pls

which friend keeps extra clothes for friends who might need to change

  • i literally think about gansey doing this for adam every single day of my life
  • he probably has a whole drawer of comfy sweats and pj’s ready in case adam ever is in trouble and needs to sleep at monmouth
  • also blue has definitely worn his aglionby rowing team sweater at some point 
  • when they were out and it was cold and gansey couldn’t stop noticing how big it was on her and how the sleeves pooled around her fingers
  • actually adam has probably done that too and because he’s so tall when he stretches gansey can see his elegant hipbones (thanks raetxt)
  • lemme die. thank

which friend (who doesn’t menstruate) keeps hygiene products and midol for those who do

which friend is always leaving stuff behind at everyone’s houses

  • gansey u fricken dork
  • imagine him knocking on 300 fox way like every 3 hours because oops he “forgot” a pen there 
  • or like. a shoelace 
  • oh hey blue sorry didn’t see you there wanna go on a casual drive and discuss the names of our future children 
  • or oh gosh sorry adam i don’t mean to intrude i LEFT my journal here. here have 600,000 dollars a cruise to fiji and my undying love and devotion

which friend randomly shows up and drags their other friends on zany adventures

  • its literally canon that gansey does this 
  • but nOAH ALSO DOES IT 
  • *shouting in gansey’s ear at 3am* WOOP WOOP, GANSEY BOY!!!
  • “NOAH WTF” 
  • “…can we go to dollar city???”
  • so basically the end result is a very grumpy gansey driving noah to dollar city to 
  • literally not even buy anything just walk around the store shaking glitter globes
  • and then also to the skate park where noah tries to each gansey how to skate but they both just end up tripping over each other and giggling and drinking schnapps with noah’s head on gansey’s stomach
  • gansey x noah is the rarest thing i DEMAND MORE

which friend hosts all the meet ups

  • it’s usually gansey
  • but once in a while its adam 
  • and they all go there and keep him company and talk and laugh and get loud because it makes st agnes feel warmer and more like a home 

which friend can almost never make it to meet ups and are snapchatted the events from the meetup so they dont feel left out

  • NOAH AND BLUE ORCHESTRATING A 5000 PIC SNAPCHAT STORY FOR ADAM (lets assume our bb has a phone lol sob)
  • which is mostly ronan lovingly giving the camera the finger 
  • or blue and noah dropping peace signs 
  • and pictures of gansey’s ass (usually taken by noah)
  • so once in a while at work you’ll just see adam put away his phone and nod to himself

who goes all out on every holiday or birthday and insists even if no one else can afford it

  • its gansey until blue literally almost kills him once
  • he treads a lot more carefully after that 

which friend immediately befriends any and all animals/pets

  • R O N A N L Y N C H
  • like literally though I’m just imagining ronan petting friendly stray cats and holding their little kittens 
  • or ADAM’S OLD DOG 
  • (friendly reminder that adam parrish had a dog) 

which friend has special food needs and always feels bad about asking but needs to otherwise they might not eat

  • hmmmm idk. i feel like blue could be vegetarian/vegan
  • she gets into arguments with noah and adam all the time who don’t understand how you can go without eating a good BURGER and say you have TRULY LIVED
  • gansey finds out and buys like 4000 dollars worth of tofu and chickpeas and checks out like 5 books on getting the right amount of protein 
  • blue just rolls her eyes but it means a lot to her that he cares so much

which friend always remembers this and tries to remind the other whenever possible

  • again this is gansey 

which friend makes up friend group names or slogans or nicknames

  • this is noah and ronan’s game tbh
  • they probably do this thing where they call blue by every variant of the colour blue until she gets so annoyed that she finally answers
  • “hey aquamarine”
  • “cerulean”
  • “hey. hey cobalt”
  • “navy”
  • “cyan??”
  • “royal-”
  • its all fun and games until that one time she punches ronan in the face
  • and then adam is just every brand of pop known to man at different times 
  • or different superheroes 
  • he’s okay with “dr pepper” or “batman” but he draws the line at “7-up” or “deadpool”
  • and then they call gansey all of kavinsky/henry’s names for him when they really wanna piss him off 
  • they finally make him a shirt with “triple dick g” on it
  • also: blue calling gansey by different vampire weekend song titles 
  • nothing can top that. noTHING

which friend drives the van

  • gansey baby
  • but like. imagine blue driving up to monmouth with a tricked up honda civic she painted bubblegum pink 
  • “get in losers”
  • ronan is so proud. he literally has to wipe away a tear

which friend has everyone’s birthday and zodiac memorized and always sends little cute bday messages

  • and uses it to calculate their compatibility 
  • everyone else is always rolling their eyes but they think its so cute 

which friend depends on the others to get from place to place and to remember dates and events

  • idk i feel like all of them can take care of themselves 
  • can noah drive?? idk 

which friend is always available for advice and tips and tricks

  • blue is rlly savvy this way actually
  • adam’s pretty good but more with practical life stuff like handiwork/cars/study tips than advice
  • but whatever you do do NOT take advice from gansey. or ronan

which friend is always available for video games and bad movies and forgetting your problems for a while

  • whenever any of the others but esp adam or blue are sad he’ll make cupcakes and start pillow fights and do artsy things with blue
  • and he and adam will play video games in monmouth like dorks and adam always wins 
  • and then afterwards they’ll put on all noah’s favourite old terrible 80′s horror movies and laugh at the awful effects and fall asleep together on the couch
  • and ronan is like ew gross parrish czerny and sargent are all sleeping on the couch but he’ll throw a blanket over them when gansey’s not looking

which friend feels like an add-on or the last to be thought of but is actually very near and dear to the hearts of everyone in the group


anonymous asked:

How do you keep inspiration when writing? I suffer from extreme writer's block very often but the other day an idea struck me and I wrote it down, expanded my points and came up with a semi-decent overview of this new story I wanted to write. I could hear the sentences in my head, see the characters, /feel/ the characters...but now, only a couple days later I don't want to write it anymore. It seems boring, tasteless, over-done. But I still kinda like the idea. I don't know how to solve this.

Don’t give up! 

Let me be honest with you. There are days when I read over my answers to you all and think that I am the greatest wordsmith ever to walk this earth and that I deserve vast legions of fans and a cookie. Then there are days when I read them over and think that I am literally the worst person ever to touch a keyboard,and I wonder why on earth anyone listens to me.

Everyone goes through periods of thinking their ideas are not good enough. Everyone. I guarantee it. I know the last thing anyone in this position wants to hear is “get over it/it doesn’t matter/suck it up,” so try some of this instead.

You don’t want to write it. Why is that? Pick it apart and see what isn’t working.

  • Is something amiss in the plot, that makes it feel bland? Throw ideas at it until something sticks and clicks and makes you gasp with how amazing a twist it is, remove one element at a time until you can pinpoint exactly which variable is dragging everything down, cycle through other things you can use in its place, or try writing it anyway and see if something comes to you along the way.
  • Does one of your characters make you want to pull your hair out? Give them a total personality makeover, yank their motivation out from under their feet and replace it with something different to see how they catch themselves, or force them into a situation that makes them unfathomably uncomfortable. Make them work as hard as you do.
  • Does the story progression feel tried, but no longer true? Stick it in a blender and piece it back together in a different order that may or may not work, change up the involvement of the characters and how they interact with the MacGuffin, or dropkick everything off the balcony except the inciting incident and set it loose in a world of your creation.

But you also do want to write it. Why is that? Figure out why precisely  you love your idea and run with it.

  • Do you love your characters? Write up character sheets and rave at length about how their character arc is more phenomenal than any other, play with a million dress-up games to figure out how they look and how they carry themselves, surf TvTropes until you can explain their entire character arc in tropespeak.
  • Do you love your plot idea? Spin it out on a sheet of paper and see where you can take it, throw it up on a chalkboard and make a timeline of your favorite events from it, pin your character sheets against it and map out when and where and why things happen.
  • Is there an element you love and want to do more with? Rig it to the center of your plot and refuse to let anything bump it out, give your characters a crash course in its uses and send them on a journey to spread its good word, or refuse to tell them how it works and make them struggle to figure it out on their own.

Enjoy the process as much as the product. Writing is a craft. It is an art as well as a science, it is creation and destruction and it comes from the mind and the heart. You will get stuck, and that is fine. That is great. That is to be expected and dealt with and moved on from. When you get stuck, something isn’t working. Sometimes, that something is you. You may need a break: step away and relax. Read something, goof off on the Internet, play with a pet or grab a drink. Writer’s block might mean that you are honestly trying too hard, and so your brain is rebelling and refusing to work. Take care of your brain, too.

Write terribly. Be awful. Write dreadful turns of phrase, splice your commas and split your infinitives, write things in brackets to come back and add to later, keysmash your way through a passage, but however you do it, write. Get through the doldrums of writer’s block and come out the other side triumphant with a handful of pages, maybe even a draft. Get it all out, even and especially if you can’t stand it. Once it’s all out of your mind and onto paper, get out your red pens and highlighters and attack until it bleeds. Whip it into shape and make it shine. Sometimes the best part of writing is the editing, once it’s all said but not all done.

Nothing is perfect. Writing can be a chore sometimes when it comes to kicking everything into shape and editing the heartwrenchingly bad prose out of your amazing idea, but remember, remember, that nothing comes out perfect on the first run. We undertake the adventure of writing because we love it. Maybe not all the time: we hate the bad days, we hate that sentence that never sounds right, we hate the characters who just don’t mesh no matter how hard we try, we hate the plots that have no satisfactory resolution. One of the most wonderful parts of writing is that if ever you don’t love something, you can change it until you do. Take a break and come back with a red pen and vengeance.

Above all, love your words, because they are yours. Love your ideas, because they are yours. No one can do what you can with them. There is a beauty and a candor in putting your thoughts to paper. Never, ever belittle what you come up with. Never.

It is within you to succeed, never forget that. Once you have something, let me know: I will bake you a batch of cookies myself.


Ashton Irwin AU - You're Both YouTubers With Crushes On Each Other (Part Six)

x - Part One

x - Part Two

x - Part Three

x - Part Four

x - Part Five

hey guys! here’s the last part :) 

warning for like minor swearing and overuse of commas and also my crappy writing “skills" 

please please please tell me what you think/give me feedback! my inbox is always open and I love to hear what you think ^-^

also, since this fic is finished, I’ll probably need something new to work on, so send me prompts if you’re in the mood <3 

thanks, and enjoy! 


“You’re being pathetic,” your best friend tells you unsympathetically from where she stands in the doorway of your bedroom. You frown. It’s been a whole day since what you prefer to think of as The Incident, and you’re not doing too well.

“What?” you ask. Maybe if you feign nonchalance, she’ll go away, and leave you to rot in your own pile of misery alone.

“I’m talking about Ashton, you idiot. You didn’t even eavesdrop until the end of their conversation, maybe you misunderstood,” she suggests. You shake your head.

“He was pretty clear,” you say. Your friend crosses her arms.

“Well then, it’s his loss, isn’t it?” she asks.

“I guess,” you mumble in place of an actual reply.

“And, I mean, at least the two of you can still be friends, right?” she continues. You nod.

“I guess,” you say again.

“Hey,” she says, and it’s so sharp that you look up. She looks halfway between pissed and concerned, and it’s a confusing thing to see. “He’s just a boy.”

You look back down at your hands.

“I guess,” you reply. She sighs, pats you on the shoulder, and leaves you alone to contemplate her words.

You get what she means a little while later. Sure, Ashton’s been a bit of a shit for leading you on like that with no intention of actually dating you, but he’s still a nice guy, and a good friend, and it’s not like you haven’t been through bad breakups before.

And seriously, you’ve only known the guy for, like, a week. You refuse to let yourself get this torn up about someone you barely know. This isn’t how it works.

And that’s how you end up convincing yourself to be fine with it. To ignore the tiny (but not that tiny) part of you that’s just a little crushed about what you overheard. It might take a bit of time, but there are other guys, and just because you feel like you and Ashton might have had the potential to be endgame, it doesn’t mean you do.

However, despite your feigned nonchalance, you can’t quite bring yourself to text him. And you know he’s been trying to get in touch with you, because even though you haven’t checked your phone in ages, the desperate messages have been passed along, from Ashton to Mikey to your friend to you.

You try and ignore it, though. You just need some time to move on, and then you’ll be fine. Completely ignoring him probably isn’t the best idea, as he goes to increasingly wild lengths to try and talk to you.

It culminates two days later when someone knocks on the door. Your friend is out, so you have to actually get up from the couch where you’re watching Spongebob just to answer the door.

It’s Ashton, and, given how much he’s tried to reach you recently, you really shouldn’t be surprised, but you are. And God, why didn’t you change? You probably look six different kinds of disgusting in your ratty sweatpants and oversized t-shirt, your hair tied back in a messy bun, but he looks so relieved to see you that the details quickly fly to the back of your mind.

“Um, hi,” he says awkwardly. You realize you should probably invite him in, but you really don’t feel like it. You’re not done moving on yet, and you don’t want him to think he can just stay around and make you feel all of these different kinds of uncomfortable.

“What’s up?” you ask, folding your arms. He fiddles kind of nervously with his hands, and you can’t help thinking how cute he is when he’s nervous. Then you remember that you’re not supposed to think he’s cute at all anymore.

“Uh, have you been avoiding me?” he asks. You roll your eyes.

“Come on, Ash, even you can figure that out,” you tell him. He frowns.

“I just don’t understand what I’ve done. I thought things were good? And then you went on this spree of ignoring me, and I totally understand if you, like, need space, or whatever, but I’d rather you just told me whatever it is so I could help, and oh God, I’m rambling now, aren’t I? I’ll stop. Sorry.” He speaks in a rush, and you feel a prick of annoyance, because he’s not allowed to do this. He’s not allowed to act this cute when you’re not allowed to even think about dating him anymore. “You look kind of mad,” he adds, and you decide to reply truthfully, because transparency is a good thing.

“I am kind of mad,” you say.

“At me?” he asks. You nod. “What did I do? Can I fix it?”

And of course, he immediately assumes it’s his fault. He’s too nice for his own good.

“I don’t know, Ash,” you say, running a hand through your hair. “It’s not anything you’re doing, exactly, it’s more just the fact that you’re making it harder for me to move on. And I’m trying so, so hard, you know? And I was making progress, too. Until now.”

Ashton frowns.

“Move on?” he asks, stepping a little closer. “What do you mean?”

You have to crane your neck a bit to look at him, but you still manage to stare evenly as you reply.

“I heard you,” you confess. “Talking to Mikey. About me.”

His expression is suddenly alight with understanding.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” he says. “How much did you hear?”

“Just enough to know that you don’t want to date me,” you say a little snappishly, because he deserves to know how much that hurt. He opens his mouth to reply, but you cut him off before he can. “And I mean, I get it. Sometimes you just don’t think of your friends that way. But I mean, a little warning would have been nice. And so that’s why I’ve been avoiding you.”

“I like you,” Ashton blurts out suddenly.

You force down the tingles you feel at those words.

“What?” you ask.

“I. Like. You,” he repeats. “I just didn’t want there to be any confusion about that. I do want you date you. Okay?”

You frown.

“Then what-”

“I meant that I don’t want you to date me. Being in a public relationship, a YouTube relationship, is such an awful lot of responsibility. I mean, there are always the haters, and the jealous fangirls who are going to say that we don’t look good together, or that it’s just for publicity, or whatever, and I don’t want that. I don’t want you to have to date me, the YouTuber, because you’re funny and adorable and beautiful and you don’t deserve that kind of treatment. But I do want to date you, because you’re funny and adorable and beautiful, and I like you.”

He finishes his confession quickly, a little out of breath from trying to get it all said, and you’re not sure what to say. What’s a girl even supposed to say to something like that?

He looks like he’s still waiting for an answer, though, so you tell him, “I like you too, obviously.”

His answering smile is so bright you’re pretty sure it could cure world hunger, and you blurt out “God, your dimples are insane,” before you can stop yourself. He laughs, and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Thanks, I guess,” he says.

“Sorry I look so awful, by the way,” you add, gesturing to yourself uncomfortably. He frowns.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“Sweatpants. Hair. I’m a mess,” you confess. He shakes his head.

“I didn’t even notice, Y/N. I think you look beautiful, as always.”

You feel yourself blushing as you look away. There’s an awkward silence for a couple of seconds before Ashton continues. “So,” he says. “Would you maybe consider going on a date with me sometime?”

You look up, and his face is, like, right there. So, you decide to do the logical thing, grab his face, and kiss him. His lips are really, really soft, and warm, but in a comforting kind of way, and, before you even realize what’s happening, his arms are around your waist, and you’re standing on your tiptoes, and all you can think about is how he’s literally right there, this gorgeous, amazing guy you’ve had a crush on for a billion years, and he’s kissing you back.

When the two of you finally break apart, it’s only because you’re both gasping desperately for air.  

“That was, um,” Ashton says after a couple of seconds. “I could definitely be convinced to do that again.”

You smile.

“Me, too,” you say. “Wanna come inside?”

He grins again, and you take his hand and pull him inside the flat. He lets the door fall shut without even a second glance to see if it’s closed properly, too focused on staring at you adoringly and kind of determinedly, like he’s decided never to look away.


Later, the two of you are snuggled together on the couch, discussing All Time Low’s next album and channel surfing lazily, you lying comfortably on top of Ashton, his arms wrapped loosely around you. He still hasn’t really stopped looking at you like you’re the greatest thing to ever happen, though, and, yeah, you’re almost 100% sure you could get used to this.  

And later on, when you check Twitter, the first thing you see is more lyrics from Ashton: @ashirwiexofficial: let’s be alone together…

You favorite the tweet immediately. 

what did you think? any prompts you want me to write?