i like nine a bunch i do

andimeantittosting  asked:

I'm with you on the most brilliant thing, and totally expect Dabb to bring back Cas (and possibly Rowena or Crowley) in an epic way, but my god it was a risky move on his part - either very brave or very stupid - because he's got to know that this will be the tipping point for a lot of people to quit the show. I can only assume whatever he's got up his sleeve is worth the risk.

Yeah. I have a feeling he knows all of this. And knows what sitting at SDCC in July is gonna be like, and he’s still gonna be looking like the cat who swallowed the canary.

Because ALL of this, every last bit of it, still plays beat by beat to the long-game speculation that a bunch of us have been yelling about since before s11 started.

And yeah, he chose the absolute most brutal path, but heck… I’ve said like nine times this season that if he actually pulls off what I think he’s trying to do– which is subverting the entire original 10 seasons of the series– then this is a pretty freaking direct way to go about it.

So honestly? This is how I see 12.23 as “the most meta finale ever,” because it basically confirms all the meta. They are going there, they are doing that.

They’ve gone back to Mary’s deal with Azazel and shown us what the world would’ve been like if she HADN’T made that deal, and they even pushed her and Lucifer through the portal into that dimension… so she spent so much of s11 running away from the guilt of having made that decision, and now she gets it hammered home that it might’ve hurt and been terrible, but HECK IT WAS BETTER THAN THE ALTERNATIVE.

I dare ANYONE to tell me that Mary was “selfish” for making that deal. S11 has truly unraveled that ENTIRE original story for us.

And it’s left us with Dean kneeling over Cas, not caring about anything else in the world… including the nephilim.

And SAM RECOGNIZED THIS and ran off to take care of that himself.

Because Sam finally recognized just what Cas is to Dean. It’s the same thing that Jess was to him. I mean heck, they even paralleled the scene from the end of 1.01 where Dean drags Sam away from his burning house, having Sam drag Dean away through the portal instead of letting him run after Cas…

And that’s really the big loss that Sam’s been dealing with since the pilot episode. He gets it now.

But of course he thinks it’s too late…

And honestly, I don’t think Dabb is an idiot. He knows what he’s doing.

(caveat just in case Dabb IS an idiot, and I have been deceived, I am sharpening my pitchfork along with the rest of y’all… but really, I think he knows the story he is telling here…)

More telling than Dabb’s reaction at comicon this summer? The reactions of the rest of the cast. I have a feeling it’s gonna be very different from the reaction to Charlie.

Gah, I have too much going on about these episodes. I’m afraid I’m gonna be spitting out meta-relevant bits like this in all my replies for a while…But current mood:

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[I grew up in a physically and sexually abusive family and I was suicidal for years. But when I was 14 I found a bunch of Voyager DVDs at a thrift store and found Seven of Nine. For the first time in my life I saw a girl like me, sort of lost and trying to do right without knowing how, who shared my passions for space and math. I managed to get my GED at 16 and I’m going to get my degree in Astrophysics this May, and it’s all because Seven showed me circumstances don’t have to define you. ]
The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 34) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Twenty Dead Goats”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar, Zachary Pillit & Reader/OFC

Warnings: You’ve been reading my bullshit for 34 chapters, do I still need to give a warning for (possible) cursing or can you guys just assume that I have a foul mouth and we can all move on? Also, a litttttttle bit of smut. not really though.

Author’s Note: the below gif is 100% what he looks like in my head right now and what i’m trying to describe below. a scruffy Stiles, if you will.

Summary: Stiles returns home following a harrowing night at the McCalls. The Pack comes over to help read through the books that Sam had used for his research, and Stiles makes a breakthrough.

Chapter Thirty-Three - Chapter Thirty-Four - Chapter Thirty-Five

Originally posted by dylns-obrien

Scott and Isaac had moved Stiles back into the Stilinski house after Isaac had accidentally broken Melissa’s pull-out couch. Y/n was throwing Stiles’ pillows onto the couch in his own living room, while Scott helped Stiles up the stairs to the bathtub on the second floor. Y/n heard the water turning on, the door closing and Scott coming back down to the first floor. She had settled into a chair in the dining room and had pulled the book that she was reading at Scott’s out of her backpack, scattering the highlighters on the table for everyone else to use again. 

Lydia and Allison walked through the front door and tried to talk to Isaac who barely looked up from his phone. Derek had taken Cora back to his apartment building and Scott advised Isaac to leave them alone for the rest of the day, to allow Derek some time to cool off. Liam and Zachary, the vampire that they had saved in Berkeley, who they were trying to reintegrate back into society on an animal blood diet, walked through the door shortly after Lydia and Allison. Everyone had come over to help look through the books that Y/n had ordered and help further solve this puzzle.

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  • Natsu: Hey, when you were in Avatar, did you like, have an evil best friend? I’m not jealous, I’m just wondering.
  • Gray: Uh, I don’t know, I guess I did a bunch of jobs with a guy named Jerome.
  • Natsu: Great. Great. Jerome. Sounds like a great guy.
  • Gray: Natsu, don’t do this to yourself, alright?
  • (Later when attacking Avatar)
  • Natsu: (Attacking priest Arlock) Alright Arlock, what do you know about a guy named Jerome?
  • Gray: Natsu, no!
Creepypasta #1193: My Sister Didn't Want Anyone In Her Room

Length: Medium

My sister Melissa had always been a strange individual, even as a six year-old. That was the age in which she started dressing entirely in black and rarely showed any emotion beyond her default stoic expression. She didn’t often speak in more than three sentences at a time, and when she did, she would sometimes use very big words that I never expected someone her age, or hell, even my age, to understand. It sort of reminded me of Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes. My parents theorized she had some form of autism, though she was never officially diagnosed.

Probably the weirdest thing about her was that her room became completely off-limits. She would allow neither me, nor my parents, to enter. Even when my mom or dad wanted to vacuum in there, she would tell them, “No one is allowed in here but me.”

By the time she was nine and I was thirteen, I was past the point where I was desperately curious to see what was in there. The only times the door ever opened was when she was entering or exiting, and from the few brief glances I had seen, it looked like your typical little girls’ room, with pink walls, a fancy bed, and a bunch of stuffed animals.

But whenever she was home, she would do everything in her power to prevent anyone from so much as making a peek. She seemed to have some sort of sixth sense that alerted her whenever someone touched her door, as no matter which part of the house she was currently in, she would always sprint downstairs and shout at me to step away if I tried turning the knob. Even if she was taking a bath, she would leave the bathroom and come down wearing nothing but a towel.

I asked my mom about it, and she told me it was normal for kids to want privacy and to not want their stuff touched, and that I should respect her personal boundaries. I asked Dad, and he said the same thing. I still couldn’t help but be curious.

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Quotes from ENTP Characters


I know, it’s not like me, right? Usually I look at a project like this and think, “Wow! I could make a lot of money off this!” But recently, I’ve been having these strange feelings…inside. It’s like I’m…concerned with others. And there’s this nagging voice in my head constantly telling me what’s right from wrong.
Varrick, Avatar: Legend of Korra

Sorry, boys! I’m sooooo changeable! It’s a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. 
Jim Moriarty, BBC’s Sherlock

I feel like I am the Paris of people.
Gina Linetti, Brooklyn Nine-Nine

I’m 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense.
Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf

No. No, no, no, I—I just have to look for another angle.
Hiro Hamada, Big Hero 6

That’s what I do. I drink and I know things.
Tyrion Lannister, Game of Thrones

I’m not great at the advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment? Some cheese?
Chandler Bing, Friends

People! What a bunch of bastards.
Roy Trenneman, The IT Crowd

We’re all mutant. What’s more remarkable is how many of us appear to be normal.
Dr. Walter Bishop, Fringe

I do not have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem.
Cat Grant, Supergirl

Oh yes, madness runs in the family. Some even called me mad. And whyyy? Because I dared to dream of creating my own race of atomic monsters! Atomic Supermen, with octogonal shaped bodies that suck blood out of… [storms out of room while blabbering incomprehensibly]
Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth, Futurama

It is only the intellectually lost who never argue.
Lord Henry Wotton, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

I’m not exactly sure what happened. Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another…If I’m going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice.
The Joker, DC 

That’s what I am: just a traveler. Imagine it: no tax, no bills, no boss. Just the open sky.
Tenth Doctor, Doctor Who

But what does it mean?
Jack Skellington, The Nightmare Before Christmas

What unpleasantness felled this heap of unrealized ambition?
Lucifer Morningstar, Lucifer

I discovered at a very early age that if I talk long enough, I can make anything right or wrong. So either I’m God or truth is relative. In either case, booyah!
Jeff Winger, Community

I come in search of the truth.
Q , Star Trek: The Next Generation 

Yea… If you spend all day shuffling words around you can make anything sound bad… Morty..
Rick, Rick and Morty

This isn’t happening to you for a reason. Well, one reason: I enjoy it. If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.
Ramsay Bolton, Game of Thrones

Instead of seeing what they want you to see you’ve got to open your brain to the possibilities.
King Bumi, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Why fight when you can negotiate?
Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean

The proper order of things is often a mystery to me. You, too?
Cheshire Cat, Disney’s Alice in Wonderland

I’m going to tell you something deep and dark and personal. Ready? Okay. I killed someone.
Eliot, The Magicians

When people see good, they expect good. And I don’t want to have to live up to anyone’s expectations.
Damon Salvatore, The Vampire Diaries

My doomed, keening women. Shall we be immortal? Shall we sing from the gallows, too? We must have the faith of those women, we must have their strength and commitment, we must be bloody or nothing else!
Lily (Brona Croft), Penny Dreadful

it broke my heart to see these evil forces descend upon charlottesville, and then our president, donald john trump - which, i don’t think people talk enough about what a stupid jackass name that is, it does not flow, donald john? whatever, he get’s away with it because he’s gorgeous.

anyway, donny john comes out and he says, uh, that he condemns violence on many sides, on many sides, colin, and i’m feeling sick, ‘cause, you know, i’ve seen raiders of the lost ark, and, uh, i wasn’t confused by it. no, colin, nazis are always bad, i don’t care what you say…

then we hear that there’s nine more alt-right rallies planned around the country this saturday, including one in new york city, in washington square park, and part of me hopes these neo-nazis do try it new york city, like i hope they try it and get the ham salad kicked out of them by a bunch of drag queens, ‘cause you know what a drag queen still is? a six foot four black man. but at the same time, i don’t want any more good people to get hurt and i know a lot of us are feeling anxious and asking ourselves 'what can i do? i’m just one person, what can i do?’ and so i would urge people this saturday, instead of participating in the screaming matches and potential violence, find a local business you support, maybe a jewish run bakery, or an african american run… bakery, order a cake with the american flag on it, like this one, and, um, just eat it, colin.

[shovels cake into mouth]

and the next time, when you see a bunch of white boys in a bunch of polo shirts screaming about how 'we’re taking our country back’, and you wanna scream 'it’s not our country, we stole it from the native americans, we stole it from the native americans and when they have a peaceful protest at standing rock we shoot at them with rubber bullets but we let you chinless turds march through the streets with semi automatic weapons.’ and when you wanna yell that, don’t yell it at the klan, colin, yell it into the cake.

[screams into cake]

and then, when ann coulter crawls out of her roach-motel and says “uh antifa attacked republicans in berkeley” and you’re like “okay, garage sale barbie, but the other side is NAZIS AND KLANSMEN and also, who drove the car into the crowd, HILLARY’S EMAILS?”

[still shoveling cake into mouth]

…. sheetcaking is a grassroots movement, colin. most of the women i know have been doing it once a week since the election.

and don’t worry, guys, by the way, don’t worry, some of the people in charlottesville weren’t klansmen, they were independent militias! yeah, did you know there’s over 250 well armed militias across the US that are ready to mobilize at any time? yeah, and guess what che, they’re not cops! no, they’re not cops, che, they’re just militias and they train themselves.

[che reaches over and takes a big chunk of cake with his hand]

and you know what i say? i say, where’s paul ryan in all this? right, you’re supposed to be like the cool young congressman but you don’t know how to 'at’ somebody on twitter? 'ooh, racism is bad’ AT realdonaldtrump, you pussy.

[still eating cake]

and then, donny johnny says we need to 'defend our country’s beautiful confederate monuments’ when you KNOW he would take them down in a second if he thought he could build a bunch of poorly constructed condos on the spot. google 'trump bonwit teller’, okay, and then your family says 'ooooh, mom, you need to calm down’ and then you start to feel powerless and that is when you need to dip a grilled cheese into the cake.

[dips grilled cheese into cake, eats it]

in conclusion, i really wanna say, to encourage all good sane americans to treat these rallies this weekend like the opening of a thoughtful movie with two female leads - don’t show up. let these morons scream into the empty air.

—  tina fey, on snl’s weekend update tonight

sixclawsdragon  asked:

2 and 6?

2: Show your pencil case and what’s inside.

So, if I’m being totally honest here, 98% of what I do anymore is digital, so these are what I’m using most days. I do however do have a little set I like to use for traditional work when I do it. ^^

From left to right: Copic Black Wallet Set, Armature Nine Figure, stylus case, leather traveler’s journal with a couple different types of paper, and a bunch of Papermate Flair pen because I love to write with them(so smooth)

I did throw a couple extra pens, grey copics, and a mechanical pencil in this guy.

6: Draw a same pic with your dominant and non-dominant hand.

I tried.

I’m actually pretty proud that you can mostly tell what it is. XD I spent a couple months practicing writing with my left hand, and while it’s still not good by any means but I feel like I cheated a bit.

I made a speedpaint of this painful process if you’re interested. ^^’

anonymous asked:

How much do you usually invest in a con?

Kiriska: Not quite sure how to answer a question this broad, honestly. :o Investment is both constant and on a per-con basis.

I’m nine years into the convention game. A lot of the supplies I got nine years ago I still use, but a lot of things have been gradually replaced over the years. I couldn’t say how much my initial round of supplies cost for my first con ever, but it was probably less than $100 for PVC, tablecloth, and a handful of prints. Nattosoup has a great post about AA essentials for under $30.

Over time, I’ve replaced tablecloths, gotten banners, ordered round after round after round of business cards, gotten new sets of PVC, wooden display racks, new suitcases, etc, etc. Investment is constant, both for promotion, visibility, and just to make my life easier. 

Product investment is also constant. I don’t order product on a per-con basis anymore and usually expect for orders to last 3-4 cons, depending on the set of shows. For example, I have three cons coming up in rapid succession in the next month and I just ordered like $600 worth of prints. Just prints. Doesn’t include other products or supplies.

But again, I’ve been doing this a long time. I have a bunch of big cons in a row. I know which prints are likely to do well, so I order a lot of them. Nine years ago when I first started, I would’ve never spent $600 on prints. Hell, five years ago I would’n’t’ve. My experiences aren’t necessarily applicable to everyone else though.

You can invest as much or as little as you’d like. Return on investment doesn’t always scale the way you’d expect or hope. Some shows turn out better than others, and some investments are more worthwhile than others. But again, not everyone is gonna have the same experience, so it’s important for every artist to experiment on their own and see what works and doesn’t work for them specifically.

Nattosoup:  Like Kiri, my convention game is a several year investment (going on seven, at this point).  My first con, I invested in a tablecloth, some plate stands, some mini comics (three I believe, at 10 copies each), and not much else.  Sales were not good.  Over the years, the investments I’ve found to have been worthwhile, for MY setup and MY merch were:


  • Attending and researching conventions to see if they’re a good fit for me and my work
  • Printing copies of my comic, 7″ Kara, to sell
  • Printing copies of my mini comics, especially my themed sketchbooks- Japantrip, Magical Girl March, Favorite Fictional Femmes
  • Getting banners printed (6′x2′, 3′x2′)
  • Tablecloth
  • Wire grids, and ADDITIONAL wire grids
  • Display materials- cake stands, easels, magnets
  • Mini prints
  • Square/card reader
  • Commission supplies- papers, pencils, ink, watercolors
  • Mailing supplies


  • Developing a blog and an audience
  • Developing a Twitter presence and engaging my peers
  • Developing a Tumblr audience
  • Developing an Instagram audience
  • Past conventions spent talking to potential customers, completing commissions in a timely fashion
  • Engaging other artists as friends and potential con-mates (hotel shares, table shares, getting tips on where product is made)

We have years of con reviews and con tutorials here on the blog that should hopefully help you decide which investments are right for you, your wares, and your interests!

y’all they literally tried(i think) to do the paralel thing with season 3 i guess except they made everything lame and devoid of life. he couldn’t even do the nine lives paralel properly. and who the fuck says “let things be though”. like,is that a thing? never heard anyone speak like that. it’s the shittiest dialogue ever.

the original nive lives scene was so sweet despite the situation. this was not.

also literally none of these sneak peeks were interesting like?? it’s a bunch of underwhelming scenes on this “very special episode”. i honestly lowkey thought it would be a bit better.

Unpopular opinion

I rlly don’t understand or like the Animal Jam YouTubers (Julian2 is tolerable)

They just sit there??? And???


To nine year olds??????

And take everyone’s rares? ??

I know some of them do giveaways and stuff but still jfc

And then??????????

Wisteriamoon is literally an adult???? Screaming to a bunch of little kids about a kids game????

And she’s rlly immature? ????????????
Isn’t she like in college lmao

None of them are funny tbh

At least Julian does what you’d expect of someone his age; he informs, shows glitches, and shows new features in a (for the most part) unbiased way

The rest just!!!!!! Scream!!?!?!? Like this!!!!!!!!!!!!

WisteriamhrjekqkozfjekKjejakkdnqmdifjjJSKWKFIFBENSMDI here :))))))))

That’s sure as hell annoying
Stopped watching her

Aparri would be ok but he annoys me in general
I can’t really stand the voice oops

Bepper?? She’s aparri 2.0 right

Skorm is ded

I don’t get it
Are those supposed to be jokes??
I watched one of her videos a few days ago and she was literally just bragging about membership lmao

I used to love SmileySmiles I haven’t checked that channel in a while tho so no opinion tbh

Lmao I’m waiting for the hate about this idrc it’s just kinda annoying to me especially when their fans just freak out over them
They probably don’t care about y'all in the depths of their hearts

If You Only Believe / Peter Pan (OUAT) Fanfiction

PART 3 (Part 2 is here)

Word count: 1079

Warnings: Fluff, smut, violence, self hate, possessive/obsessive!pan


Pan and the Lost Boys let you have a head start, so you decide to just run as far as you can. ‘Nice’ as Pan is he gave you a map of the island and a compass. This must be entertain him a lot. After a five minute sprint you get into looking at the map a second time, after looking where the Lost Boys’ camp was. You look around you: Piles of chopped up logs and a somewhat muddy ground. You hear a river nearby. You search for something like that in the map and quickly find it. Now you decide on pulling out your tactics. You learned a lot from videogames the past nine years, adding that you are a smart girl.

„I should go nowhere Pan would expect me.“ You quietly mumble your plans to yourself. „He would expect me to go to a place I see on a map I think of as a good hiding spot…“

Little do you know Pan is quite nearby you, following you since the start of his 'game’. He hid in a bunch of bushed when you took a break to analyse the map. He listens to your plan, an approving grin on his face.

You choose to go into the deep forest. There you want to find a spot you can hide in for the best part. If this is a game to him it must be over sometime… You make your way through the slick mud and pull out of the inner pocket of your coat the compass to check where exactly you have to go. You head the way it tells you to.

You found an acceptable hiding spot rather quickly. You’re not too sure Pan doesn’t expect you to go there though. Would he expect you to hide in a small cave in one of the uncountable number of hills and mountains? Obviously, he knows the cave exists. He lived in Neverland for centuries, he must know every single spot. You just hope for the best.

You roll of the sleeve of your coat and the shirt you wear underneath it to check your watch. Luckily you checked your watch as soon as you first ran off from his group when the game started. The game is on for not even an hour.

You sit in the cave for what feels like eternity – actually it have only been one and a half hours from when you last checked the time. Sitting in the cave all alone gives you time to think about how you changed your life in just a heartbeat. You trusted a stranger who told you he wanted to take you away. You thought it was for the good; maybe it still is. As much as you hate Pan for doing this to you, his filthy game, you love the adventure. You love the freedom and the adrenaline that is running through your body.

Maybe I should have run straight to Cannibal Cove. Oh, how much fun it would be to mess around with some idiotic pirates… Visiting Indian Camp and causing trouble… Playing tricks on some mermaids… If I get out of this game, when I get out of Pan’s game, I will do whatever I want! I have the skills to craft weapons, I can care for myself!
You start getting excited, trying to repress your need to cry.

I even have… I even have pixie dust. And Pan gave it to me,  saying I own the last specks of pixie dust. What happened to the pixies? What makes me important enough to have Pan give it to me? You remember the night you dreamed of, no, you did read books to him. His excited look when you started a new story, the way he looked at your lips when you were reading to him. Him saying he visits you because he wants to hear your voice. You start to believe Peter Pan fell for you back then.

Then why take me here and treat me like this?

You wait for hours and hours, contemplating your entire life and the spontaneous decision to leave your family and your friends, your success in school and your sports team behind. And that to be hunted by a group of wild boys and a sociopath on a foreign island? No! You chose to live your own adventure! You chose freedom and independence and… it can’t – it shouldn’t be… love? If the boy that visited you in what you thought were your dreams fell for you, did you too? For the madman that plays a game of hunting with you as his prey?

You finally tell yourself you did the right thing. Nothing can harm you, you’re Y/FL/N.

You lean back just before hearing the sounds of sticks and leaves breaking under feet, causing you to jump to attention again. You check your watch, exactly three hours since Pan’s game started. Just as you think of him he walks into the cave, a smile on his face. It doesn’t look like a crazy smile, but just the one he gave you listening to your stories.

„You excelled your test, Y/N.“
You get furious. You are not able to hold back your thoughts anymore, not after having to think about those for hours and hours.
„You have got to be kidding me?! Telling me to rescue me from my boring, horrible life back in my home town, making me feel like I can be special, just to let me be hunted by your insane boys?“ His plain happy look changes into an apologetic frown, his eyes searching yours. You manage to lower your voice from the shout, but as soon as you speak again your voice cracks and your eyes water. „I thought I could trust you to be the one to take me to a place I belong, but I don’t think I can trust you anymore, Peter Pan.“

Tears start jerking from your eyes and you don’t care Pan runs to. He puts his hands to your cheeks, wiping away your tears.

He pulls you into an embrace and you wrap your arms around his waist. He puts his hand on the back of your head to comfort you. He puts his lips to your ear and whispers to you in a caring tone.

„I should take you to your hut now.“ He gulps and his embrace tightens. „Y/N, please trust me.“


Part 4


Y’all I know I have, like, five series’ on the run now and I do have ideas for some new ones (two Stuart, as well as the Teacher!Dylan, Void!Stiles, Thomas and Demi!God Stiles I already have going) and I know I have a lot of requests on the hub too. But, as of Friday 23rd, I have a nine week holiday, so I’ll be writing a whole bunch. I’ll be around a lot so you can all be super pumped (or not, just do you, boo) for a solid nine weeks of writing. Except that one week I go away, when I’ll have like 0 WiFi.

Nightshift greenwalls person again. I love my manager. We have 7 day on 7 day off rotations with another manager/clerk shift, and we always work our set days. Well, the other night clerk has had some problems with her family and said she couldnt work tonight and tomorrow (5/22-5/23) and one of the day shift managers tried to make me work it but it would give me a nine day stretch and maybe its because im being a little bitch but 9 nights straight of 10 hour shifts after a bunch of personal stuff went down this week might be the death of me so my manager offered to cover tomorrow night ^_^ i only have to work one extra day now and she’s taking the day as a clerk instead of a manager to work under a manager she really doesnt like so i can not be quite so exhausted. I really do love this
place even if i hate the job sometimes


A bunch of Star Trek doodles, as promised! Mostly DS9 at the moment. I’m rewatching Voyager with dad, so I can’t binge like I do with DS9 lmao. 

I found @subspacecommunication‘s wonderful alien redesigns the other day, and I’m absolutely in love with their Cardassians (sorry for pretty much plagiarising them…). Now I really want to do more redesigns of my own!

Deep Dish Nine Snippets

After last week’s fun with that video, I went and looked through  my unfinished Deep Dish Nine folder to see if there was anything I could finish quickly.   There doesn’t seem to be anything I can just patch once and ship out the door, but I do have some snips and bits you guys might like to see from an ill-fated adventure in which Julian takes a bunch of his friends to the mall to help him find a gift for Garak.   They text him to send him ideas.  

It’s largely a disaster.

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Hero, Martyr, Idiot

Fandom: Bleach

Summary: The day Ichigo gets back on his feet with a deadline hanging over his head, he goes right back to scowling at Renji’s antics and arguing semantics with Ishida and making fun of Rukia, and everyone around him breathes a collective sigh of relief when they see it. Isshin does one better and laughs, “That’s my son; nothing puts him down for long! I told you he’d be alright!”

Shinji just squints dubiously at him, at all of them, and wonders, “Are ya really that stupid?”

Or, the one in which Shinji tells the Captain-Commander where to stick it, packs his bags, barges back into Ichigo’s life, and refuses to leave.


The day Ichigo gets back on his feet with a deadline hanging over his head, he goes right back to scowling at Renji’s antics and arguing semantics with Ishida and making fun of Rukia, and everyone around him breathes a collective sigh of relief when they see it.  Isshin does one better and laughs, “That’s my son; nothing puts him down for long! I told you he’d be alright!”

Shinji just squints dubiously at him, at all of them, and wonders, “Are ya really that stupid?”

Ichigo crumbles the way anyone with what amounts to a death sentence looming on the horizon crumbles – that is to say, he withdraws even as he throws himself into life with the desperation of a man treading water in the middle of an ocean with no shore in sight, scowling harder, arguing louder, lying to himself and to those around him in a way he’s never needed to before.

Arguably, Ichigo’s been treading water the moment Urahara Kisuke and Kurosaki Isshin looked at a doe-eyed baby boy with a tuft of orange hair and saw instead the offspring of a Shinigami and a Quincy with the potential to bring down Aizen Sousuke.

A hero.  A martyr.

An idiot, Shinji thinks, and to this day, his opinion still hasn’t changed.

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spoilers ahead! this is the audio log of officer doug eiffel, onboard the uss hephaestus station, orbiting the red dwarf wolf 359 in the leo constellation. feel free to change pronouns and modify to your needs.


  • “that’s fine, everyone makes mistakes, but if she could stop talking about my, ‘fragile, carbon-based, uncomfortably liquid body,’ it’d be a real breakthrough.”
  • “i’m still banned from the lab.“
  • “well, yeah, i guess that’s fair.”
  • “eat your heart out, you succulent rat killing tar.”
  • “y’know what, i think i need some coffee.”
  • “calling it coffee helps.”
  • “well, clearly this is an important matter that requires my immediate attention.”
  • “take me away, sweetheart.”
  • “one-thousand and… ugh, it’s the extra one that’s really annoying.”
  • “are we seriously blowing up now?”
  • not explosion. something… less destructive. a hairdryer, perhaps.”
  • “i guess we have to break into his lab and make sure he doesn’t die.”
  • “sweet merciful tap dancing zombie chorus girls.”
  • “i should probably make sure [name] isn’t burning to death.”


  • “we can safely conclude that operation… freaky… deaky… space music is ongoing.”
  • “yep. super calm. totally uneventful day.”
  • “i have little to no idea what you’re talking about.”
  • “actually it seems like pre-meditated caution.”
  • “—basically i took the entire tube.”
  • “hostage is such an ugly word.”
  • “before anyone decides to get clever or heroic, you should know that i’m not above doing something stupid here, alright?”
  • “radio as entertainment seems to be making a comeback around here.”
  • “i still have the right to toothpaste.”
  • “just because i’m crackin’ up doesn’t mean i’m crackin’.”
  • “i’m here to discuss the terms of your surrender.”
  • “it’s more orange than red, really.”
  • “this little revolución is over.”
  • “i guess there’s nothing to gain by saying how sorry i am?”


  • “this is a day of darkness. low tide. —a half melted fudgsicle of despair.”
  • “he’s like a friggen shark sniffin’ for chum.”
  • “i was just trying to be helpful.”
  • “i like to think i tactically misrepresented the data available.”
  • “so you ‘tactically’ lied to me.”
  • “i was wondering what that thing taped to my door was.”
  • “you might, however, be surprised at what you can live through.”
  • “i guess your lies get bigger as you go higher up in the ranks.”
  • “i know we’ve had our ups and downs but i could kiss you right now.”
  • “i never used the flame thrower before, so this might be fun.”
  • “with napalm, you moron!”
  • “this has been a good day.”


  • “today, i am not unlike the gods.”
  • “sorry, i didn’t mean to enjoy the majesty.”
  • “loud and clear.”
  • “okay okay, got it. class dismissed.”
  • “oh god, my eyes.”
  • “everything’s ‘gimme shelter’ out here.”
  • “son of a bitch.”
  • “a hundred feet? jesus christ.”
  • “i’m gonna drown? in outer space? what kinda sense does that even make!”
  • “i’ve had enough dramatic irony for one day, thank you.”
  • “i don’t exactly have breaks on this thing.”
  • “well, you’re still you. so.. eh?”
  • “he did have to resuscitate you so you may now qualify as ‘undead’.”
  • “scouts honor.”
  • “hey, baby. did you miss me?”
  • “i have something for you.”


  • “i feel [coughs] fine.“
  • “i got this stupid skin rash that’s driving me nuts.”
  • “you are a great man.”
  • “you look terrible.”
  • “theoretical science first, practical medicine… more of a past time.”
  • “true science mustn’t be so severely hindered.”
  • “just answer the damn question.”
  • “don’t worry. you’re in extremely capable hands.”
  • “i may be in slightly more dire straits than i previously thought.”
  • “who knows what that maniac’s told them.”
  • “and then we’ll see how he likes it when someone’s messing around with his internal organs.”
  • “the fifth amendment says i don’t have to answer that.”
  • “no, [name], it’s not ‘four-ish’.”
  • “the only experiment here is the one you are conducting on my patience.”
  • “i have every intention of seeing this through to the end.”
  • “i always thought i’d die in a science fair. turns out, i wasn’t that far off.”
  • “just because i’m a scientist doesn’t mean i am mad ingenious super-villain.”
  • “i think there’s a lesson here, but it’s kinda lost in all the hallucinations. i’ll get back to it.”


  • (less than enthusiastic noise maker sound)
  • “and by party, i mean helping me procrastinate my work shift.”
  • “you’re way overthinking this. it’s just a taste thing, there’s no wrong answer.
  • “i don’t know what i want but i know how to get it.”
  • “are you upset? i didn’t know you got upset.”
  • “did i tell you about that time i thought he was trying to kill me? — any of those times?”
  • “things don’t ‘get’ to me.”
  • “score one for old school double-a’s.”
  • “has this place always been so overlook hotel-y?”
  • “— or that time you poisoned that liter of water trying to make whiskey.”
  • “why are you underneath that table?”
  • “i’m guessing it’s not one of those ‘gets better by itself’ situations.”
  • “basically we’re barreling toward certain death. that’s all you gotta say. ‘barreling toward certain death’.”
  • “oh, it’s spooktastic in here, baby.”
  • “okay, i swear to god somebody’s talking to me.”
  • “whooaa, what just happened? did… did everything just kind of blink around for a second there?”


  • “god, they’re still at it.”
  • “in the meantime, that means we gotta make our own fun.”
  • “on friday we’ll have mustard. umm… that’s all it says for friday. im not sure what that means.”
  • “[name] does pigheaded obstinacy like it’s an olympic sport.”
  • “i think we might have a situation on our hands.”
  • “sit your swiss ass down and pick a side.”
  • “you’re both utterly useless.”
  • “oh, stop. do you know how condescending that is?”
  • “you can’t hold that against me. you were practically wire tapping.”
  • “why am i not surprised.”
  • “oh, right, like i actually care enough about what you do to try and sabotage you.”
  • “that’s exactly what i was afraid you would say.”
  • “our rating on the peril-o-meter just went from ‘spidey-sense is tingling’ to ‘bat signal in the sky’.”
  • “and, just in case it wasn’t already obvious, i am absolutely terrified of both of you.”
  • “the fact that i’m trying to get the two of you to do the responsible thing is scary enough.”
  • “she’s just taking out her insecurities on you.”
  • “just say what you really think!”
  • “you stay here. i’ll deal with you later.”

BOX 953

  • “it’s either not smoking OR sylvia plath’s ‘lady lazarus,’ not both of them together.”
  • “already i don’t like where this is going.”
  • “that, however, will be a clever lie.”
  • “you can’t solve all your problems by knocking people out.”
  • “i never really paid attention to this room before.”
  • “only. um. none of them have eyes.”
  • “holy crap! you guys—there’s a canon in here! why is there a canon in here?!”
  • “why would anyone want that many l-shaped blocks? l-blocks are useless.”
  • “this is some raiders of the lost ark level stuff here.”
  • “no. it is not cool. it’s diametrically opposed to cool.”
  • “you don’t understand. there is SINGING.”
  • “so, yknow. ew.”
  • “i’m not sure if it was a warning shot or if she just missed.”
  • “i’m always multitasking.”
  • “i’ll see you on the other side.”
  • “in lieu of super human strength, i went to get a crow bar.”
  • “once again, our quarterly talent shows have taken something away from me.”


  • “uugh. balls.”
  • “can we really be ready for anything?”
  • “riders on the storm, man. riders on the storm.”
  • “whatever happened to those weekly calls from mom and dad?”
  • “we’d be looking at- i dunno- random strings of ampersands and sevens .”
  • “but it makes no sense.”
  • “what the hell are we supposed to do with this?”
  • “un momento por favor.”
  • “what happens when we run out of numbers?”
  • “we should be… pretty safe? based on our limited perception of safety.”
  • “you had to say something you had to open your mouth.”
  • “okay. officially, now. what the hell.”
  • “’mathematically unlikely’? that’s the best we can do right now?”
  • “there are a lot of ‘could’s in that explanation.”
  • “i like the sound of my voice a lot better than the sounds of what’s going on out there.”
  • “oh, god damn it.”
  • “well, following that, this is gonna sound a lot less sexy.”
  • “it’s cruel! and sick! and… other adjectives!”
  • “i think we need a proper nights sleep to really let our anger reach its full potential.”
  • “hint: IT. WAS. AWFUL.”


  • “i’m gonna be a little less npr and a little more national geographic.”
  • “— or, it’s scientific name, ‘stick-iss up the ass-us’.”
  • “you say that like it’s supposed to mean somethin’ to me.”
  • “is that ‘yes, i did it’ or ‘yes, i have no idea what you’re talking about but i don’t want to get in trouble’?”
  • “god damn it, [ name ].”
  • “so. um. yay? i’m s- i’m really not sure what’s happening here.”
  • “i have an alternative theory, but i don’t think you’ll like it.”
  • “where did the spider go?”
  • “it’s just a bug.”
  • ”it’s an EXTREME. DANGER. BUG.”
  • “i can’t do this.”
  • “what if we just shoot it off?:
  • “i’m gonna sneeze.”
  • “how is this gonna work again?”
  • “if i die, [ name ] gets all my toys.”
  • “is it dead?”
  • “i also brought a gun. just in case.”
  • “if the two of you’ll excuse me, i’m gonna faint.”
  • “i’m gonna go— not sleep. no sleep. never again sleep.”


  • “why are we so afraid of being alone?”
  • “we make big bomb. now everybody is afraid of us.”
  • “nothing in the dark that isn’t there in the light, yes? 
  • “there must be monsters underneath someone’s bed. 
  • “open only when you are alone. 
  • “is anyone laughing now?”
  • “can you hear me? hello?”
  • “— whoopsies.”
  • “you’ve used the word ‘basically’ thirteen times in the last five minutes.”
  • “them’s the rules.”
  • “i’ve never been great at proverbs.”
  • “it wouldn’t be hard, either.” 
  • “i doubt it, but you never know. i can be full of surprises.”
  • “is anybody in here?”
  • “do you ever feel like you are ot where you are supposed to be?”
  • “yes. in fact, can we like… underline that yes? and bold it? and put like a bunch of stars and arrows and a drawing of a scary plant monster next to it?”
  • “oooh, brotha.”
  • “spice things up a little. give it that hal 9000 touch.”
  • “god, honestly, it’s like he’s nine years old.”
  • “i’m not sure which possibility i find more disquieting.”
  • “i’m fine. really. don’t worry about me. and don’t make that face.”


  • “i’m using the last of the real turkey for this.”
  • “there’s other things happening aside from sanatized pagan rituals.”
  • “anyway. as i was saying. impenitrable darkness.”
  • “it’s okay. don’t cry for me argentina.”
  • “not now. taking a personal insanity moment, ask again later.”
  • “you’re still not listening to me.”
  • “ready to go nuts?”
  • “consider it my present.”
  • “we have an honest to god situation on our hands.”
  • “turns out i might be really good at my job. hold your applause.”
  • “after that went so well last time? pass.”
  • “this ones got a bit of a kick in it.”
  • “holy crap. they were right. they knew.”
  • “what the hell are you doing?”
  • “enjoy your last half hour of oxygen.”


  • “score one for crazy, dangerous plans.”
  • “you’re smarter and stronger and better than that bastard’s ever given you credit for.”
  • “step six, don’t die in any of the above.”
  • “who is this? who am i talking to?”
  • “you’re so eager to seem smart, you don’t always do smart.”
  • “are you trying to get us all killed?”
  • “why yes, mr. pot, mr. kettle is looking a little black today.”
  • “cutting it a little close. i was starting to think you forgot about me.”
  • “hope you like life as a popsicle!”
  • “just remember. you made me do this.”
  • “don’t bother. it’s not her.”
  • “go to hell.”
  • “do you have anything to say for yourself?”
  • “he wasn’t lying. not about that, at least.”
  • “can we fix her?”
  • “i’m not sure of anything right now.”
  • “there’s something bigger going on here.”
Reaction to: Their younger cousin showing up at a fansigning

Anonymous said: Hi I was looking through your stuff and I really like it so I thought I’d stroll on by and drop a request - could you do a reaction where their considerably younger cousin whom they’ve never met face to face (but have skyped and face timed and all that) comes to surprise visit them on their birthday with a stuffed animal and a cupcake? Thanks!

I remember writing this before? And like, I posted it too? Does anyone else remember that? Also, I didn’t really add the plush and cupcake but they all would love it and thank you

Youngbin: Keeps his excitement on the down-low so it looks like you’re just another fan. He doesn’t do this to try to like hurt you or anything, he just wants to protect you from anything the fans might do. He does, however, give you nine banana bunches of hugs when the signing is over.

Originally posted by kimseongs

Rowoon: (Can I mention how I somehow mixed his and Dawon’s names up once? No? Okay.) So yall know that little smile and dance, sorta, that He does when he’s excited? He does that and all the other fans, and some of sf9 too are confused. Like, what did you give him to make him so excited? But the boys don’t see anything. However, Rowoon doesn’t care. He’s just excited to finally meet you in person.

Originally posted by sf9drabbles

Taeyang: He appears to turn into mush, but we all know he doesn’t really do that. He does get really excited and happy, though. He gets up and hugs you. He knows that Sf9 fans, (what are we called btw?), are very calm and nice so doesn’t care that he hugs you.

Originally posted by kimseongs

Dawon: He sees you WAY before you get to him. Not just like, in the crowd or anything. No. This is Dawon. He sees you before you enter the *building*. Him being the hyper person he is tried to run to you. But, papa Youngbin holds him back, sadly. He keeps an eye on you the whole time. When you get to him, he doesn’t scream or get overly excited like most expected him to. He’s been waiting to see you for awhile so he learned to control his excitement. He just jumps up hugs you to death and then signs your face, because he’s Dawon.

Originally posted by kimyumbin

Jaeyoon: Surprisingly calm?? Like he just goes, “Hi, Sweetie! How are you? Good? Oh, that’s great! Been doing your homework?” Where did this responsible adult come from??! He’s so calm it looks like you’re a normal fan. It’s scary real but Jaeyoon is a diva full of surprises.

Originally posted by kimseongs

Zuho: Awkward? Just like because he doesn’t really know how to handle meeting you irl. Like he’s thought about it before, but he didn’t think he’d get to meet you so soon. He just says a pretty quiet “Hi”. He didn’t really plan on doing more, but Mama Rowoon saved the Quiet Prince. By elbowing him. It worked though! Zuho got up and Hugged you

Originally posted by seitre

Inseong: He doesn’t really react much. He knew this would happen some day so it’s not that big of a shocker for him. But, him not reacting much probably hurt you if you’re pretty young. He doesn’t realize it though, so when you go back to your hotel or whatever and call your friends. The Mom friend I’m assuming you have, Is all liker “wHAT?!” they are ready to beat his booty if he doesn’t apologize. Even if they aren’t there, they’ll fly there. Because no mister. You don’t get to upset my child on your first irl meeting.

Originally posted by kimseongs

( ^ my name is blurry face and i care what you think)

Hwiyoung: “Heeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyy” That’s it? Really Hwiyoung? Okay. Mama and Papa Hwiyoung are not about to let Hwiyoung upset you, so they come in and he gets up and hugs you. Thanking you for coming

Originally posted by sf9fantasy

Chani: You know, this boy is manly but he’s still awkward. Being all like lovey-dovey i guess? With family Doesn’t come easy to kids his age, I say but i’m like 5 years younger than him lol, but he does know manners (i’m looking at you Hwiyoung) so he thanks you for coming. He will give you a hug if you want it though.

Originally posted by princechani

anonymous asked:

Hi gaia! What's your opinion on opening with dialogue? And can you do a post on writing a strong opening chapter?

Sure thing! First off, let me start with telling you that I don’t worry about my first chapter till I am done with the first draft. Get the whole story out. Why? Because in your first draft, likely, the first chapter is an infodump, full of exposition and back story. It will be completely edited out and rewritten later.

The first chapter will be the hardest thing you write. This is the part of your book that will have to hook your reader and suck them into the story. You can open with dialogue, if you like, but it’d better be an amazing line. So…

How to write a captivating first chapter

What’s the function of the first chapter? The first chapter needs to hook the reader, ideally introducing your voice, world, and characters.

Originally posted by vampireinparadise


1-Avoid infodumps. This is imperative. Infodumps are long paragraphs of exposition where the author “explains” back story, characters and their relationships, and conflict. NO.

2-Start with a dynamic scene. Start in the middle of action, conflict, awkwardness. Titillate the curiosity of your reader. Engage, amuse, scare. Show what you can do. 

Notice, this does NOT need to be “THE” conflict, it could be “A” conflict, a sticky situation of some sort.

3-Use the dynamic scene to SHOW the personality of the characters and their relationships.

4-Edit till you drop. The first page of the first chapter is the most important part of your book. Most agents and publishers (and potential readers) will stop there. They have piles and piles of manuscripts to go through, they are not looking for a reason to keep reading, but for a reason to stop. Don’t give it to them. Engage them, rapture them, blow their minds. You will rewrite the first chapters over and over. You will swap it, tweak it, etc… Sometimes I get stuck on the first chapter for days. Later I get back to it and trash it. It’s OKAY. This will be a work in progress.

Great opening lines from the Tumblr’s Writer community (that I received through the “My edit” posts):

-I didn’t mean to kill my father.

- “Wanna fuck?”

Terrible openers in general (because they have been overdone, but I’ve never received one from the Tumblr community): the main character wakes up in their bed and as they get ready for the day they think about the story of their life.

Opening scenes from some of my favorite books:

-I’ll Give you the Sun by Jandy Nelson: Noah running for his life in a forest, chased by bullies

Originally posted by penguinteen

-Six of Crows: gang deal in the middle of the night

Originally posted by fiercereadsya

Facing challenges. 

I had a very hard time with the first chapter of my first book because at the beginning of my series the characters are very young (nine!), but my readership is adult (and very smart 13 yo and up). So, what to do? How to engage my readers? 

An Italian Adventure: a bunch of nine-year-olds find a porn mag. Yikes.

This is how it starts:


Chapter 1: Blame it on Nico

On that Tuesday afternoon in the April of 1987, I had no idea that I was finally about to shed some light on the mystery of sex.  Indeed adults had made it clear that sex, just like God, was a topic of the utmost importance yet never to be discussed. Questions were received with trepidation if not outright embarrassment, and the only answer so far was that one day everything would make sense.

It didn’t, yet.

Peo, Flavio, and I spilled out of the church with the rest of the kids. The sky was a promise of the summer to come, and the blackbirds celebrated it from the poplars and cypress surrounding the cornfields. Hoping to inhale freedom and spring, I was disappointed by the stench of the new road: a black, sticky umbilical cord that connected the church to the small town of Arese.

Flavio nodded toward the countryside, where the dust of a dirt-path glowed in the sun. “Wanna go for a recon?”  

He was the tallest in our class, while I was the shortest of all the almost nine-year-olds in school, probably in all of Italy.

I answered, “Why not,”  and Peo nodded. He never spoke much.

We always spent the afternoon playing together after Catechism, which we had to endure to maintain our good-standing position in Jesus’ fastidious notebook of sins. I would have never suspected that I was about to add to it big time.

We called ourselves the trio but we really were the better version of the A-team. Flavio was Hannibal, poised, charming, in charge. Peo was Mr. T, muscular and gruff. Because my older sister Viola insisted in beating the hell out of me, I feared nothing (at least in daylight), which had gained me my Howling-Mad-Murdock’s name. I mussed up my hair to revive the spikiness Mom insisted in trying to tame. I hoped the green eyes behind my much-hated glasses gave me the crazed look I was going for.

Following the path cutting through young corn and poppies, we rounded a bend and spotted Nico, squatting on his heels by a big poplar, poring over something on the ground.

What the heck?

Nico the Thug, as I had taken to call him in my head, had moved to our small northern town of Arese from Sicily a few months before. He was always by himself, it looked like he didn’t even try to make friends. It wasn’t clear to me whether his hostile attitude was cause or consequence of the troubles that he seemed to slide into constantly, every time emerging more aggressive and isolated. The aura of doom that surrounded him suited his gypsy looks, which would have been remarkable if not for the unsettling smile of the unrepentant.

Nico heard us and lifted his gaze. “Guys! Guys! Check this out!”

Nico the Thug wanted to share something? What sort of incredible happening could have caused him to transcend his angry, unfriendly self?

We looked at each other and Flavio stepped ahead. “What?”

Nico picked up his treasure, it was some sort of magazine. “Look! Look what I found!”

He held the journal up in front of his face as we approached. Our jaws dropped, it was a porn magazine.



From An Italian Adventure, book one of #TIS

What did I do?

-I introduced the context (time: April 1987, place: Italy), but I did not infodumped it on the reader. 

-The hook: something that deals with sex is about to happen.  Given that the characters in this scene are nine this is mightily strange.The hook is in the first line. I have total respect for asexual people (and I dream, one day, to build a book about an asexual main character) but this series is likely not for them. It is full of feels, and it revolves a lot about relationships and sexuality. Sorry, asexual friends. 

Originally posted by nastyysass

-Description: a brief description of rural Northern Italy at the beginning of summer sets the stage. Hopefully, the readers can see it in their head.

-The characters: three kids, and shady Nico. Hopefully, at this stage the reader thinks that the main character, Lee, is a boy. She really is a kickass tomboy and bibliophile, but the readers figures that out by the end of the chapter.

Would you keep reading? I hope so.  Good luck with your first chapter ^_^

Who am I to give you advice?

I am Gaia B Amman, the author of the Italian Saga (#TIS), a series taking place in gorgeous Italy, and talking about everything I was told is impolite to talk about ;)

I am an indie author. I wrote, designed, published, and marketed all my books on my own. All first three novels in the series were number one releases on Amazon in their genre. Number four will be released on November 1st (Squeeeee!)

Available as audio, ebooks, and paperbacks.

Check #TIS out here!

Why do I do this?

Because it was incredibly difficult to learn everything I needed to make my books successful, and I believe that no one else can write your book. So, I try to pay it forward with free edits and posts on writing. It spreads the word about my own books, and it helps other writers <3

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