i know about the promise

writers:
  • break up your paragraphs. big paragraphs are scary, your readers will get scared
  • fuuuuck epithets. “the other man got up” “the taller woman sat down” “the blonde walked away” nahhh. call them by their names or rework the sentence. you can do so much better than this (exception: if the reader doesn’t know the character(s) you’re referring to yet, it’s a-okay to refer to them by an identifying trait)
  • blunette is not a thing
  • new speaker, new paragraph. please.
  • “said” is such a great word. use it. make sweet love to it. but don’t kill it
  • use “said” more than you use synonyms for it. that way the use of synonyms gets more exciting. getting a sudden description of how a character is saying something (screaming, mumbling, sighing) is more interesting that way.
  • if your summary says “I suck at summaries” or “story better than summary” you’re turning off the reader, my dude. your summary is supposed to be your hook. you gotta own it, just like you’re gonna own the story they’re about to read
  • follow long sentences w short ones and short ones w long ones. same goes for paragraphs
  • your writing is always better than you think it is. you just think it’s bad because the story’s always gonna be predicable to the one who’s writing it
  • i love u guys keep on trucking

hey.

you have staying power in people’s lives. I’ll say it again: you have staying power in people’s lives.

you exist. you have a presence in your best friend’s life. you have impacted their life. you exist to them regardless of whether or not you’re in contact with them at this very second. in the course of their day, they will see things that can (and have) reminded them of you. they think about you. they miss you when you’re not there.

you’re not a nebulous creature that has no sway in another person’s life. no, my treasure, you are a person who is full of personality, light, love and interests shared in common with the people you most care about.

I know what you feel, but I promise you.

You matter, objectively, to the people who love you. They’re not going to forget about you. You are not disposable.

ESC Love Songs 💕

Here we go, another list (Slavic one[x], Happy one[x]) and this one is.. for well.. the love some of you hopefully are receiving today and everyday ♥ or let’s be real for otps and (day)dreaming ♥♥


Love - Sasha Son 

Love Wave - Iveta Mukuchyan

Love Injected - Aminata

La La Love - Ivi Adamou

Love Is Blind - Donny Montell

Love Me Back - Can Bonomo

I Want Your Love - Eduard Romanyuta

I Feed You My Love - Margaret Berger

Show Me Your Love - Tina Karol

Cliché Love Song - Basim

Love Symphony - Quartissimo feat. Martina

Words For Love - Lior Narkis

S.A.G.A.P.O. - Rakintzis

L'amour à La Française - Les Fatals Picards

Je T’adore - Kate Ryan

I Love You Mi Vida - D’Nash

Grande Amore - Il Volo


Call Me - Feminnem

Carry Me In Your Dreams - Kejsi Tola

Hold Me - Farid Mammadov

Be My Valentine - Svetlana Loboda

Candle Light - Csézy

The Fire In Your Eyes - Boaz

Playing With Fire - Paula Seling & Ovi

Romanca - Kraljevi Ulice & 75 Cents

Fairytale - Alexander Rybak

Never Forget - Greta Salóme & Jónsi

Everything I Want - Vesna Pisarović

Everyway That I Can - Sertab Erener

We Could Be The Same - maNga (e-akustik version [x])

Marry Me - Krista Siegfrids

I Wanna - Marie N

I Do - Fabrizio Faniello


You Are The Only One - Sergey Lazarev (ft. Helena [x]) (or this guy [x])

My Number One - Helena Paparizou

My Heart is Yours - Didrik Solli-Tangen

Your Heart Belongs to Me - Hind

Here For You - Maraaya

Die For You - Antique

Feeling Alive - Stelios Konstantas

On Top Of The World - Edsilia Rombley

Always. - Aysel and Arash

4

Captain Niall Horan, and his ships.

Find You (Part 3)

Summary: Bucky has moved into a new apartment, not knowing that its previous tenant thinks they still live there. And he’s the only one that can see them.

Word Count: 1,215

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this very short third part! Let me know :D Things are about to get even better, I promise!

Originally posted by sebjpeg


Bucky kept his promise to you, getting up early the next morning and sitting down with you at his dining room table. Slowly chewing on his cereal, he looks at you and quirks a brow.

“Do you remember what happened before you woke up in my bathroom?”

You narrow your eyes at him, not missing the different pronunciation when it came to him declaring whose bathroom it was. Yet, your mind tries to travel further back than you crying in the bathroom, and you come up blank.

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anonymous asked:

ily = i love yuuri

Headcanon that Victor isn’t very up-to-date with English texting lingo, and that at some point he asks someone what “ily” means and he mistakenly hears them say “I love Yuuri” instead of “I love you.” Internally, he’s like ‘ahhh that makes sense’ because, yes, everyone in Saint Petersburg loves Yuuri. It makes sense that Mila and Sara would text each other “I love Yuuri.”

So he starts texting Yuuri “ily” and Yuuri starts saying it back. Victor finds this slightly odd but also very endearing because!!! Yes!!! Yuuri loves Yuuri!!! One day they’re talking and Victor makes a note about this and Yuuri has to explain it to him and…. And Victor is shook……

anonymous asked:

[1/?] Form vs. function - why not both? “Human Rosa, we’ve reviewed your designs for the new ship. We just have a few questions.” “Right. I’m sure you wanna know about the engine design — but I promise you the math checks out.” “No, we’ve checked the math; it’s very good. But Section 45GHJ1: why does some of it curve and taper? If it did not, you could get 20% more space for crew quarters and storage."

[2/?] “Aerodynamics?” “Aero— Human Rosa, this ship will not be entering or exiting any planetary atmospheres. It’s a space ship.” “Well, yeah, I guess if you wanna go for the Borg Cube vibe, sure.” “Borg Cube?” “Never mind. But this just looks better. Trust me, way more badass.” “Right. Thank you, Human Rosa. We will let you know our decision at a later date.”

[3/3] “At least this design didn’t have flames on it like Human Bobby’s did.” “Flames, sir? Physics notwithstanding, why flames?” “Not real ones. Apparently Human Bobby wanted to paint a representation of them on the hull. Said they would ‘look cool.’” “Cool, sir? Doesn’t that mean, in human temperature descriptors—" “Yes, I know. I’m as baffled as you are.”

This is really interesting because it’s pretty accurate–a lot of things we build have to balance form and function, because it we think it’s super ugly, we often don’t want to use it as much. If we have to, of course we can survive with only functional things. But given the chance, we want things that are visually/aesthetically pleasing in some way.

Humans like art, and we like to feel that our space is personalized in some way. I have my own office at work and have done very little decorating, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it actually looks less professional than my coworkers’ because there is little personalization and you don’t see much of my personality even though the space is fully functional.

Or look at book covers (which I do, a lot). Design trends change: when I was going through a ton of donations, I started playing a game called “what year was this published?” and I was often within about 5 years just based on the cover design. With fiction books especially, we often rely on the cover to attract us and communicate information. There are definite differences between the cover of a somewhat realistic story about two people falling in love, and the cover of a book about a half-dragon girl caught in political intrigue. Nonfiction books are even trickier–I see a lot of books that have very interesting descriptions but are have little to draw attention; gray-toned covers with stark white fonts look dry and unappealing.

some things that i wish i’d heard when i was thirteen:

  • don’t do things just because people want you to
  • dress how you want 
  • say what’s on your mind. it’s better to be honest, always
  • be that cheesy, rebellious teenager if you want to be. be that hipster teenager if you want to. be the boy/girl-crazy teen, the ‘quirky’ teen. don’t worry about being cliché
  • if you go out and drink, make sure you go with someone you trust. leave if you need to. match every beer with a water, and take aspirin before you go to bed. eat before you drink, too. 
  • ‘liquor before beer, you’re in the clear. beer before liquor, never sicker.’ memorize this NOW
  • kiss people if you want to kiss them, but –
  • don’t let yourself be pressured into having sex or making out or whatever. if someone tells you to grow up, tell them to shove it. 
  • friends are great. so good. treat them well, they will make you so happy.
  • treat yourself even better, though
  • get in the habit of having a weekly budget. it will save your life when you go to college
  • similarly, learn how to take notes. 
  • don’t stress about what you want to do when you grow up. you can be grown up and graduated with a BFA and still not know what you want to do. there’s always options
  • college is not as scary as everyone makes it seem, but you should still take it seriously
  • do not talk about people behind their back. it is so easy to let this become a bad habit. it’s unhealthy, hurtful, and it will bite you in the ass.
  • don’t be so desperate to be important to someone that you let yourself become a dumping ground. you’re important, too
  • faith is your own choice. not your parents. it’s personal. 
  • speak up, loudly, about what you believe. if people kick you down for it, then speak louder. 
  • try not to get messed up with drugs, and if you do, be careful please
  • staying up late isn’t as cool as you think it is. sleep while you have the time
  • if someone makes you feel unhappy, it’s time to say goodbye to them. you deserve to feel loved. this includes family.

feel free to add!!

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Washington, DC, USA

“You should contact him.”

McGee looked up from his computer and gave Bishop a sad smile. She had tried so hard to convince him over the past weeks, and she did not seem to be planning on giving up any time soon.

He sighed, “Bishop, we’ve been over this.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “If you would just stop being so stubborn.”

“I’m not,” he huffed.

“Look, if you won’t contact Tony about the wedding, I will,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

He shrugged, “Whatever.”

“Okay.”

She started typing on her computer, but could still feel McGee’s gaze on her.

“Fine,” he huffed loudly.

She looked up at him, a sparkle in her eyes, challenging him, “Fine.”


Paris, France

The loud ping of his phone woke Tony up and he rolled over with a groan. He reached for his phone blindly and blinked as the bright light hit his eyes. An email notification had popped up on his screen. A small smile formed on his face when he saw who it was from.

“Tony?”

The sleepy voice brought an even bigger smile to his face, the email suddenly less interesting than it had been a second ago. He put his phone back onto the nightstand and turned back around.

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i know that i’m hateful
but it’s not because of you
i know that i’m angry
but it’s usually towards myself
i know about my flaws
i know about my addictions
i know about my love for pretty smiles
and a nice waist
but it’s not about you
i know that i’m pretty messed up
and i know that i can’t open up
but it’s not because of what happened
between us, it’s more about the drift
i know, i know– i talk about promises
but i never keep them
i talk about love but i don’t have
any left for myself
this is less about you
and more about me
—  i’m sorry

Miss Grant,

I’ll thank you not to throw everything I’ve lost back in my face like so many drinks at a rude date.  You couldn’t possibly know what it’s like to lose absolutely everything.  Your family, your home, your culture and language.  I lost the very air I breathed and the sky over my head.  But, of course, as always, you have the inside track on promises I can and cannot make.

I’m always very careful about not promising people that I’ll remain safe and whole.  I have no reason to believe that is true, but don’t tell me I can’t protect the people I care about.  I know better than anyone what the word promise means.

Adam came back to you, Cat, not that you’re especially grateful for that particular gift, whatever my part in it.  My parents aren’t just going to show up at my office one day because someone wrote them a letter.

You’re worried that someday, in an undefined future, Carter may not want to tell you about his day?  If that’s loss… you know what, never mind.  Explaining it is futile to someone who values their own pride above someone else’s pain.

The truth is, I didn’t hear you that day.  I can’t explain why.  D.C. is far away.  Even my own hearing has limits.  I don’t know where I was or who I was with that afternoon.  The bar where Mon-El and M’gann work is noisy, the DEO is entirely lined with lead.  I’m deaf to the outside world there.  If I was at CatCo, I would have heard you call for me, I’m sure of it.  And I would have come, without hesitation or second thought.  I won’t pretend to know how terrified or lonely you felt in those moments, when you believe I had abandoned you.  I’m sorry I wasn’t there and sorry your faith in me is so irreparably shaken.  

I only found out what happened hours later, and I did come, Cat.  I came for you.  I was too late.  By the time I arrived you were already under lock and key.  If you think I didn’t try everything in (and beyond) my power to get to you, then there is no point in me trying to convince you.  You’ve likely already made up your mind.

You seem to think I keep some kind of velvet rope around my heart and you have been left off the list.  I’m not sure what I’ve done to give you that impression, but such a rope does not exist, and certainly not for you.  Consider that door closed now.  Our “ongoing conversation” as you have so flippantly named the pouring out of myself to you, has come to an end.  We are not the people we have come to believe the other is, and nothing is more heartbreaking to learn.

We’ll keep things running smoothly here in National City.  You shouldn’t find the need to visit anytime soon.  Your agents will keep you safe as I have failed to do.

Hug Carter for me.  I’ll miss him.

8

Larentine’s Day Part 1/ Part 2

So this is super long overdue, and I apologise for the wait. It’s sort of been one thing after the other in my personal life, so yeah. I hope you guys can still enjoy it despite how ridiculously late it is.

I wasn’t sure I was going to finish this, but I did in dedication to someone very special to me. I can’t name them – but I hope they are reading this, and know it’s about them, because I made a promise to complete this comic. Thank you so much for all your support. The heartache is worth the memories.

Also a big thank you to @barbxo1d – who graciously provided me with the beautiful markers and paper that all the backgrounds were drawn on. I cannot thank you enough, you’re incredibly generous and are always lovely to talk to. I will cherish your gifts.

And lastly, to all the kind souls who’ve come to my inbox to check in on me, or just leave kind words. You guys keep me going, so thank you.

I love a lot of people who
can’t love me back; rejection
feels less personal when I
can blame something else for
it. Some people only need to
be hurt once to never get over
it - the truth is I never want
to be not loved again the way
you didn’t love me.
—  Rebeka Anne, from now on I’m in charge of who hurts me