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For @dailyvicturi ! Good luck with your new endeavors!

Every fic here currently sits at 5k words or under, and under 500 kudos. Please read and support them!

These Two.  (1.5k words)

Yuuri and Victor can’t stop thinking bout each other long enough to give the journalists the answers to their questions.

Everybody Loves Me (5k words)

Viktor is the CEO of a powerful company. Yuuri is a worker in a coffee shop. Viktor can’t live without coffee

Collab With Me? (4k words) (WIP)

After Phichit posts a video of Yuuri watching Viktor Nikiforov’s latest video, one thing leads to another and suddenly Viktor’s flying to Detroit to do a collaboration with Yuuri.

Viktor, of course, is excited to get to know and befriend the beautiful vlogger he saw online and quickly became infatuated with. Yuuri’s freaking out because THE Viktor Nikiforov - one of the most successful YouTubers in the world - is talking to him and he has no idea what he’s doing (of course, he’s secretly just as excited as Viktor himself)

aka the YouTube AU where Yuuri’s a cinnamon roll and Viktor loves him for it

When I’m Sixty Four (2k words)

AU. These days, Victor and Yuuri are content living together in the peaceful home they made in St. Petersburg. But even after thirty four years, Victor still manages to surprise Yuuri. And who knew Yuuri still had moves left in him?

(Victuuri Week 2017 Day 8: Valentine’s Day)

I Like You (2k words)

Yuuri’s friends pressure him to confess to his long time crush, Victor. But, Victor beats him to it!

Basically a lot of fluff about them being third years in high school.

When The Tides Turn (3k words)

Victor, despite being a legendary skater and the world’s most eligible bachelor, has had horrible luck in the romance department. Yuuri’s never even been on a date. Chris and Phichit decide to set them up on a blind date in the hopes that luck may finally be in their favor.

Cursed Love (3k words)

“This blood of ours is cursed, Vitya,” Mama rasped, her blue eyes, identical to Victor’s own, pleading for him to understand. “The moment we fall romantically in love with someone, we curse them with death. The moment we realise what joy we have attained with another person, our curse will take them away from us, forever.”

Victor lives with the burden of a family curse over his head, running away from any opportunity to love, fearing that any affection will lead him to the heartbreak that consumed his entire family. But Yuuri Katsuki had captured his attention, his every thought, and Victor has no idea what this warm feeling attached to the mere thought of Yuuri was.

Victuuri Week Day 4: Free for all

Remembrance (3k words)

Victor remembers the confusion, hurt and rejection when he finds the empty hotel room that had once been occupied by an individual bearing the name of Katsuki Yuri hours ago, and said individual was now en route to Japan. He remembers sinking to the carpeted floor in his pajamas before returning to his own room to curl up in his comforter. He remembers Yakov coming over to help him pack with pity evident in his eyes when the check out time had long past and Victor was nowhere to be found. And all Victor could do was lie immobile on the bed with tears he thought would never end. He remembered lecturing his own self mentally, that it was ridiculous to act this way for someone you had only met once, but yet, he could not deny the fact that last night was the first time Victor had felt honestly living, relieved from the burdens and expectations as a renowned and international ice skater. Being with Yuri had felt absolutely right.

or a fic of how a heartbroken Victor had fared since that banquet and how he finally won Yuri’s heart

Ends and Beginnings (3k words)

When Yuuri told Victor he wanted to “end this”, Victor’s heart was broken.

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled (4k words) (WIP)

Victor is a specter, a killer, a myth, a machine trying to be a man.

(Victor falls in love with Yuuri—beautiful and out-of-nowhere, like the impractical black of his Aston Martin amidst the sea of tourists and locals in the streets of Barcelona. Yuuri falls in love with Victor like the slow bloom of a flower in spring in the middle of bustling Tokyo, tended and taken care of.)

Words and Worth (1k words)

Viktor overhears some fans saying not-nice things about Yuuri. It makes him angry.

Breathe In, Breathe Out (3k words)

Yuuri was never one to talk to people about his feelings- or his anxiety for that matter. He always hid away in his bathroom when the attacks came, but this time he has a panic attack on the ice and Viktor must step up to take care of him.

Moonrise (Royalty AU) (5k words)

couple o’ fics about yuuri + victor as princes.

Fall a Little Faster (3k words) (WIP)

If asked the question, “What are you most afraid of?”, Victor always has the same answer: “Falling in love.”

Most people take that answer as confirmation of his playboy nature or his phobia for commitment. Which is not true at all.

Then again, it isn’t like he can casually say, “A curse will kill me and my lover if I do” like it’s no big deal.

Victor has a curse so he sets an impossible set of expectations for his true love to make sure he never falls in love.

Then, he meets Yuuri Katsuki and somehow, the impossible doesn’t seem too impossible anymore.

You Can’t Order a Latte on the Rocks (2k words) (WIP)

Yuuri Katsuki is a twenty year-old dance major, working part-time at a coffee shop. Victor Nikiforov is a world-famous figure skater, who happens to enjoy coffee. Yuri Plisetsky happens to think they’re both gross, and is just there for the caffeine and to watch as the two of them quickly become one another’s inspiration. [coffee shop!au]

Old but Gold (5k words) (WIP)

“Hey Yuuri.”


“Do you know why ancient Spartans used to wear red in battle?”

A history quiz by your long-time lover you haven’t seen in a month? Totally fitting the mood.

“Uhh.. They wanted to conceal any possible injuries from the enemies while in combat, right? So the blood wouldn’t show and give the enemy any hope.”

Victor hummed suddenly looking all smug and proud.
“Yeah that’s what they wanted you to believe, but the truth is my favorite color used to be red at the time and their general was my friend.”

Was this man really trying to show off. By bragging about minor historical facts he had participated in?
Wait was that flirting?!

Aka the AU where both Victor and Yuuri are like really old vampires and while their first meeting was hundreds of years ago Victor remains the same dork Yuuri first met.

What Brings Me to You (4k words)

Viktor Nikiforov’s new apartment is haunted—he’s less bothered by this than you’d expect.

Painting a Portrait of Love (3k words) (WIP)

Foreign Politics where never King Viktor’s strong suit. Sure, he was nice and everyone loved him, but say one bad thing and it was all over. Looks like King Phichit of Thailand can experience this first hand. King Viktor is supposed to visit Thailand to follow with war proceedings, but it seems Phichit’s butler is a little bit of a distraction. Or a big one. Funny, wasn’t he here to start war? Oh well, might as well have fun while he’s here. (Monarch AU! King!Viktor, Butler!Yuuri!, and Heir to the Throne!Yuri!)

Soon a Happy Ending (2k words) (WIP)

Once upon a time, oh so very long ago

Would you like to hear a story, little one? The sun’s almost set, but I think we still have time.

Life After You (1k words)

Viktor wakes up and realizes his year with Yuuri has been all a dream.

Finding Closure (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,366

Warnings: angst, language, introspection, fluff. I’m a chump.

A/N: Happy 4th, America and Happy Birthday Steven G. Rogers! I hope everyone likes this ending. I’m a chump. The gif only sorta fits. He’s so cute.  This is the final part for my submission for @sgtbxckybxrnes’s AU Challenge. My prompt was innocent enough: 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

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@polyamorousparson tagged me for the fic writer’s self rec!!! 

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers (◠‿◠✿)”

I did this a few months ago I think?? But I’ve changed my mind on some stuff idk man, this is hard for me… maybe I have 5 recent ones? We will see 

1) Howl Nursey/Dex (AO3) (Tumblr Post)

Over his first few weeks at Samwell, Dex becomes sure of three things. 1) Eric Bittle is not entirely human, 2) Larissa Duan is most certainly a Druid, and 3) Derek Fucking Nurse is the most annoying person he’s ever met in his life.

As Kat said, every fandom needs a teen wolf style werewolf AU… right? I wrote this fic over the course of a couple of days, which was pretty fast for me, because I was super excited about it. I actually re-read it the other night and fell in love again… and fixed a few things i did not like lol

2) Bite Down Nursey/Dex (AO3) (Tumblr Posts)

It’s the Fall of 2016, and the air is filled with chirps, UST, and the scent of AXE drifting from the LAX House. The weekends are filled with pumpkin carving, costume parties, and enough shenanigans to keep the SMH team on their toes. Oh, and hockey, there’s a little bit of that. Dex and Nursey are sharing the attic now, have become kind of sort of best friends, and spend a lot of time pining. Secretly. For each other.

Or basically, a normal autumn in the Haus.

this is just like… my typical, goofy, assholes in love nonsense, you know?? 

3) You + Me = Better Math Ransom/Holster (AO3) (Tumblr Post)

Justin doesn’t think about it.

The problem of course, lies in the fact that Justin has always been extremely successful at the things he puts his mind to. And sure, that’s all well and good, until one day he, Holster and Lardo are decorating the tops of their caps in the Haus kitchen, and the next Justin’s got three new roommates in a too small apartment in Providence, with almost 200 miles separating himself from his best friend.

Justin is decidedly thinking about it.

this is one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written!!!!! like, i struggle a bit writing holsom compared to nurseydex… but like!!! I!!! Love!!! Them!!!! 

4) Meat & Candy Nursey/Dex (AO3) (Tumblr Post)

Billy Poindexter might be great at hockey, and working hard, and annoying his sisters, but he definitely needs some help when it comes to navigating his emotions. He’s not sure what’s worse, still missing the girl that broke up with him over a year ago, or being on the same defensive line as the rich pretty boy asshole she was “friends” with at their preppy, private high school. As Billy becomes Dex, he not only becomes part of the team at Samwell, but learns that maybe he doesn’t hate Derek Nurse so much after all.

This is the monster, the ONE, the fic i poured my heart and soul into while projecting heavily onto Dex. But like, I still like it a lot?? I know we don’t need another fic from Dex’s POV but oh well.

5) Mission: Impossible Nursey/Dex (AO3) (Tumblr Post)

When Nurse asks Dex to be his fake boyfriend for the night, he probably should have said no. In fact, he probably should have said no over a year ago when Sgt. Duan asked him if acclaimed writer Derek Nurse could shadow him for a little while. But as usual, Dex has made all the wrong decisions.

And this is the one that will haunt me forever until I write more for this AU lol. But I re-read it the other night and I was like… oh yeah, this is why you guys are all yelling at me in the comments lol. Good times. :D

(Honorable Mention goes to I’ve Been Thinkin’ Bout Forever which made me cry while I was writing it and will probably forever be one of my favorite things I ever wrote)

I tag… @geniusorinsanity, @dizzy-redhead, @chillwhiskey, @angeryginger and @ahausonfire (as always, if you have already done this or do not feel comfortable please do not feel pressured)

The Lonely Blue Box
Author: atimelordswife
Country: USA
Team: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler
Event (rating): Conservative Curling
Words: 1,011
Summary: After saying goodbye to Jackie after the Battle of Canary Wharf, the Doctor learns a lesson.

Written for the 2014 New Who Fic Olympics.

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Retrograde (4/?)

A/N: I just…where do I even begin to say thank you for all the beautiful comments I have had about this fic? I am bowled over to say the least. Thank you. Thank you to every single person who has messaged me/liked this/reblogged this…I am absolutely in awe. I really hope you like this chapter, I worked very hard on it indeed!

First Chapter. Previous Chapter. Next Chapter

Title: Retrograde

Genre: Romance/Angst/Comfort

Description: Dan is involved in an accident that leads to major consequences…he wakes up with amnesia. The good news, he still remembers Phil. The bad news? He thinks it’s 2009, that he’s only 18 years old and that Phil Lester is just the YouTuber he obsesses over behind his laptop screen who doesn’t know he exists. Together, they help Dan rediscover who he’s become and watch him fall in love with Phil all over again.

Word Count: 2500


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10 Days - Part 5 - AU Series

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,534

I don’t own any of the gifs seen here. Credit goes to those they belong to.

Day 4.

Since pretty much a year there were no secrets in Sam’s house, all due to the work of little Michelle. The moment she would find out a secret, Dean would know about it too. Problem is that nobody knew that Dean knew; they were all convinced of being safe with their secrets, except… they weren’t.

“All right Mickey, now that your aunt is at the gym… Do you have any secrets for me?” Dean inquired curiously.

“Maybe…” She shrugged. It was not like she couldn’t keep secrets; no, she would just sell them for the right price.

“Well, I bought a lot of ice-cream,” Dean replied, pretend to be indifferent.

“Okay, I have one!” She affirmed immediately; the things she would do for ice-cream!

“Okay, I need some more info before I can give you your payment,” he continued, expectantly. Man, he loved getting to know all those secrets, keeping the others in the dark.

“It’s about auntie Y/N,” The kid replied happily, already sure of her prize.

“And Ice-cream it is!” Dean stated smirking. Y/N’s secrets were his favorites, without any doubt.

Now, this wasn’t a dark secret, none of that. It was mostly embarrassing. One month before, Y/N and Michelle were taking a little walk around the city; it was a sunny afternoon, so it was nice to be outside. Y/N, in particular, was feeling quite happy that day; it was one of those days when you are confident and feel like everything is going to be all right; generally, when that would happen, she wanted to share that happiness with anyone around her.

She wasn’t usually an optimistic or very confident person, but we can say that that day she surely was.

During their little walk, they met someone as happy as her. “Hello there! How is your afternoon going?” An old man exclaimed loudly from the front of his house.

Y/N thought he was a polite man, so she was going to be polite herself, “Really good! How about yours?” She asked loudly, with a big smile. 

Her happiness sank a second later, though, when she realized that the old man wasn’t talking to her, but with his neighbor.

Her mind got into action and she applied immediately one of her escape plans, literally; basically, she picked her niece up in her arms and ran away. If the man hadn’t noticed her before, he did at this point and he thought that she was probably nuts. Man, she wanted to bury herself and don’t come out of her hiding for at least 5 years. Problem was, she had a witness, her niece; so, in front of a large plate of cookies, she made her promise not to tell anyone about that little incident.

Too bad her niece wasn’t the most reliable with secrets, so she spilled everything in front of a large cup of ice-cream. Dean laughed so much he was in tears, just imagining the scene, and he just couldn’t keep it to himself, not this time. So when Y/N got home, he put away his laughter, washed his face and went into action.

“Hey guys, I’m back,” Y/N called out, entering the apartment.

“Hello there!” Dean said, moving from the kitchen towards her, “How is your afternoon going?” He asked, barely containing his laugh.

Y/N frowned, “You know it’s morning, right?”

“Absolutely, I do,” he smirked.

“Oh God!” She whispered, feeling the embarrassment arising again. “Michelle!?” She called and her niece ran immediately towards her. She never called her Michelle, except when she had done something wrong. The poor Mickey knew that already and she presented herself in front of her aunt, with guilt all over her face.

“What happened to our little secret?” Y/N inquired, with raised eyebrows.

“I’m sorry! But the man had ice-cream!” Her niece apologized, sincerely. I mean, it was ice-cream! She cared about ice-cream at least as much as Dean cared for pie. Y/N knew that, so it wasn’t the poor kid’s fault. It was fault of the green-eyed devil in front of her.

“You bought my secret with ice-cream?!” She demanded of him, incredulously. “Man, you have no boundaries!” 

Dean wasn’t even paying attention to her words, though; he was about to roll on the floor with his laughter, “I’m sorry,” he snickered and then continued to laugh, “I can’t…”

“C’mon, it’s not that funny! Right?!” She asked a little worried.

“No, it’s not funny at all!” He replied, still laughing, “It’s hilarious! Especially the part when you ran away… I have the image of the whole thing seared into my brain!”

Y/N sighed, “I guess I’m gonna go hide for a few years…”

“Are you mad at me?” Michelle asked her sadly, with big eyes.

Y/N sighed again, There was no way she could get mad at her, she was just too adorable! “No, I’m not. But I hope you got a lot of ice-cream for this!”

“As for you!” She continued threateningly, pointing a finger at Dean, “You mention this to anyone, and I’ll reveal all your secrets!”

“Yeah, right! You don’t know any of my secrets!” He exclaimed, pretend to be confident but feeling a little worried.

“Don’t I?” She asked, knowingly, “So if I say… pink panties, for example, it doesn’t ring a bell?” She continued smirking.

His eyes went wide, “How do you even know about that!?”

Y/N just shrugged, “You have no idea about the things I know… I would be careful if I were you,” she concluded, putting a little threat there and then moving towards her room; Dean wasn’t laughing anymore, this much was sure. 

Y/N, on the other hand, had moved to her bedroom not to laugh in front of him. She had just made up that entire thing, she didn’t know about any pink panties, and the worried look on his face was just too much! So, not to blew her cover, she had decided it was best to have her little laughter, little being a euphemism, in her own room.

She was still pretty convinced, though, that Dean hated her, for breaking his heart 5 years before, and she didn’t blame him at all. She felt so guilty about that… she swore the hurt look he had had on his face that day would have haunted her forever. So, when she did see him laugh, she would feel so much better. She really wanted him to be happy.

But, like I said, she was absolutely convinced of hating him as well. I know, it doesn’t make a lot of sense. She wanted him to be happy, she wanted him to laugh all the time. You don’t want this kind of things for the people you hate, not at all. It was just her defense mechanism talking for her; if she had been convinced of hating him and if she had acted badly towards him, as a consequence there wouldn’t have been any risk of getting back with him again. She was just too afraid of that idea. So everyone around her was absolutely certain of her aversion towards him, except Dean; he was sure she loved him, like at least 99% sure. But, every time he would act, convinced of that, she would push him away. One time, 3 and a half years before, he had tried to hold her hand and after that she had avoided him for two months; so he had stopped pushing her and decided to just wait. The patience he had was surely admirable.

But, returning on day 4, Y/N went to dinner with Mark and it was only fair, after 4 days spent with Mickey and Dean. When she got back at Sam’s, that night, it was a little late, but Dean was still awake, waiting for her. He was enduring that whole Mark thing pretty well, considering that he loved her, because absolutely sure she would dump him, eventually. He was waiting that day for two years now.

That night he found out, the hard way, that it wasn’t gonna happen.

Y/N walked into the apartment really quietly, afraid of waking Michelle up at that hour. She noticed that the light in the kitchen was still turned on, so she walked in there,“Hey,” she said when she spotted him, intent on watching something on his phone.

“Hey, how was dinner?” He asked immediately. Couldn’t she just dump him already?

“As usual…” She shrugged, putting her bag on the table.

That’s when all hell broke loose. With that little gesture she had done, he noticed something and his heart stopped, “Why do you have a ring there?” He asked, really afraid of her answers.

“What?” She frowned.

“This ring!” He exclaimed grabbing her left hand, “Why do you have it?” Man, that had better not be what he was thinking, or he was going to lose it.

Y/N was still really confused by his behavior. I mean, she was engaged, so an engagement ring was only to be expected, “My engagement ring?”

He frowned at first, maybe he hadn’t heard it right. Then he stood up and started to pace around the table. Oh man, that wasn’t good! He was trying to understand but his brain wouldn’t let him. The only thing going on in there was like an alarm repeating engagement ring, engagement ring, engagement ring.

“Dean, are you okay?” She asked, worried, starting to think that he was about to lose his mind.

He did not reply to that but ask something else instead, “Did he propose tonight?”

“Tonight?” She repeated, confused, and then realization hit her; He had no idea at all! “He proposed two months ago…after you left” 

“No, see that’s not possible… We’ve been living here for 4 days and this is the first time I see that thing!” He stated angrily.

“Yes, because it was too big, so Mark just gave it back to me… it was getting resized,” she explained calmly, really worried about his burst of anger. “You really didn’t know about it?” 

“Does it look like I knew?!” Dean snapped. Then he sighed and put both hands on the table in front of him, looking for support and trying to calm himself down. “You didn’t think of telling me this?” He asked more calmly now, but with an incredulous look on his face.

“Well, I did, I told you I had to lose a few pounds for the dress.” She honestly had no idea of why he was that angry, still convinced that he hated her.

“You didn’t say wedding dress!” He snapped again.

“I swear, I thought you knew… that Sam had told you… really…”

“Oh, don’t you worry about Sam. Can’t wait for him to come back!” He replied bitterly. Then he had an idea, finally his brain was working again, and that idea itself brought him a moment of calm. There was still hope, “You’re not going to actually marry him, right?” He asked matter-of-factly and, when he noticed her puzzled expression, he explained his theory a little better, “I mean, you said yes just because you felt sorry for him, right?”

“Dean, you don’t accept wedding proposal because you feel bad for the guy. You do that when you actually want to marry him.” She was, honest to God, worried in that moment. She just couldn’t put her finger on why he was so pissed. She was thinking that they had spent the last 4 years fighting; why did he care so much about her wedding?

What she wasn’t thinking about were all those little moments he had tried to get closer to her, all of them ending with her pushing him away, literally and metaphorically speaking.

After that answer, his last hope crumbled. All those years waiting for her were crumbling too. If she was going to get marry, there was nothing left for him.

He had to sit down after this, feeling like he was about to break down, “This isn’t possible… You were supposed to dump him and get back with me…” He confessed sadly, “I’ve been waiting for you for 10 years…” He was talking mostly to himself but she heard him and her heart shattered for him. She had been so blind…

“What?” She asked in spite of herself; she just couldn’t believe he was saying that.

“Why else do you think I haven’t dated anyone since we broke up, Y/N?” He asked sadly. He was sure his heart had been broken again. He could feel like a void inside of him. 10 years of his life had been dedicated to his plan to get her back and she was marrying another man instead.

“I had no idea, I swear… I was sure you hated me since you kept fighting with me.” 

“I kept fighting with you because otherwise you would have just ignored me,” he explained, looking at the table and then putting his hands on his face, trying to regain the little that was left of himself.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, wiping away a few tears, not even knowing when she had started crying, “You gotta believe me, I had no idea…”

He seemed to pull himself together a little and looked at her again, “I’m gonna go to bed…” Was the last thing he said to her, before disappearing into his room.

That night Y/N didn’t sleep at all.

I’ve been waiting for you for 10 years. This sentence was tormenting her and she just couldn’t push it away. She kept seeing his hurt expression.

She had hurt him, again. How was she supposed to live with herself? She kept pacing all night in her room… then in the kitchen… then in the living room… she just couldn’t find peace. One thing was bugging her the most; he had hurt her, once, 10 years before and she could still remember her heart breaking into a thousand tiny pieces, but she had hurt him more, basically every day for 10 years. She had kept pushing him away, every time he had tried to get close but he had never complained. He had kept asking for her forgiveness when she was the one that needed to be forgiven. Probably that night it wasn’t Dean’s heart the one that got broken… it was hers.

Dean’s heart had start to shatter, this is certain, but he had put together the remaining pieces and had found a new plan. He had waited 10 years for the love of his life, no Mark or Josh or Don was going to steal her away from him. She had cried for him in the kitchen, he had seen that. She loved him, he was now more convinced than before. The engagement was on since two months only, so he had time. Nobody gets married after two months of engagement, right? He was going to prove himself to her. She knew the truth now, she knew he loved her, that he was waiting for her…

He was going to win her back, starting from tomorrow. 

No more fights, no more lies, just the truth.

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1. What was the last picture you took with your phone?
2. Do you know any big gossips?
3. Have you been pulled over by a cop?
4. Do you know your heritage?
5. What have you always wanted? Did you ever get it?
6. What kind of sickness have you lied about so you wouldn’t go to work?
7. What was the last lie you told?
8. Have you ever danced in the rain?
9. What is your blood type?
10. Have you ever been in a car accident?
11. What was the weirdest prank call that you have made?
12. Best compliment you have received?
13. Do you trust anyone with your life?
14. What is your greatest strength or weakness?
15. What is your perfect pizza?
16. What was your first thought when you woke up this morning?
17. Do you get along with your family? Why or why not?
18. Ugly and live forever or attractive and die in a year?
19. You discover that your wonder one year old child is because of a mix up at the hospital and not yours. Would you want to exchange the child to correct the mistake?
20. Would you be willing to lie to a court for a close friend if it meant saving your friend from going to jail for life?
21. Would you be willing to eat a bowl of crickets for $40,000?
22. If you could have anyone locked in a room so that you could torment them for a day, whom would you choose and how would you torment them?
23. Do you feel that children should be sheltered from unhappiness?
24. If you could have personally witnessed anything, what would you want to have seen?
25. If you could wake up tomorrow in the body of someone else, who would you pick and what would you do?
26. If you could be any age for a week, what age would that be?
27. What question do you hate to answer?
28. If you could only have one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?
29. Where do you go to get on a computer?
30. How do you start a conversation?
31. What keys on a keyboard do you not use?
32. If you had a brainwashing machine, who would you use it on?
33. You are walking home in the dark, you see something move. What/who is it (guess)? What do you do?
34. What is the strangest name someone has introduced themselves to you as? What is their real name?
35. Where were you 3 hours ago? Do you think someone was stalking you?
36. Have you ever eaten a crayon or glue? Or what strange thing have you eaten?
37. What type of music do you listen to? (Genre, artists, songs?)
38. What cheers you up?
39. What do you constantly think about?
40. Is there something you constantly lose?
41. Do you have a favorite book or do you read much? Why or why not?
42. What is the longest you have gone without sleep?
43. Do you have anyone to go to for advice? In person or online?
44. What is the habit you are proudest of breaking or want to break?
45. Is there anything I should know?
46. What do you order or not order at a restaurant you have been to or have never been to?
47. What is your favorite word? Least favorite?
48. Describe something that’s happened to you for which there was no explanation?
49. What did you do for your latest birthday?
50. What holidays do you celebrate? Are you a religious person or not?
51. If you had to be named after a city, state, or country (etc), which would you want it to be?
52. Who is your hero?
53. Which do you use more often; the dictionary or the thesaurus?
54. Have you ever been stung by a bee?
55. Have you ever tipped a cow?
56. What’s the sickest you have ever been?
57. Are you still learning who you are?
58. Are you afraid of heights? Or what are you afraid of?
59. Have you ever taken dance lessons? Who would you want to dance with?
60. What is the most memorable class you have ever taken?
61. Have you ever been in a food fight?
62. What’s your favorite knock-knock joke?
63. What is your favorite commercial?
64. If you could spend the day with any celebrity, who would it be and why?
65. What is your favorite breakfast food?
66. Do you like guacamole?
67. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?
68. What is the weirdest thing about you? Are you proud of it?
69. Ever been in love with two people at the same time? Do you think that’s wrong?
70. Ever had any relatives in jail?
71. Glass half full or half empty? Or is the glass just malformed?
72. Mountains or the beach? View or the TV?
73. Plain, train, or car? Boat, subway, or teleportation device?
74. If you could retire tomorrow, what would you do?
75. Ever sold/donated your blood? If you haven’t, do you want to?
76. Crowds, small groups, or no one?
77. Name the most terrifying moment of your life so far. Have you recovered from it?
78. What famous person do people tell you that you most resemble?
79. What is the strangest thing you have ever eaten?
80. If you could bring any person back to life, who would it be and why?
81. Do you believe honesty is the best policy?
82. What dead person do you least want to be haunted by?
83. Who would you most like to be stuck in an elevator with?
84. What do you think Victoria’s Secret is?
85. Which cartoon character do you resemble the most?
86. Would you rather go a week without bathing but be able to change your clothes, or a week without changing your clothes but be able to bathe?
87. Which of the four seasons do you most love? Or hate?
88. If you could choose or method of dying or where, what would they be?
89. If you had to be trapped in a TV show for a month, which would you choose?
90. List someone you know and describe them in five words
91. You can select one person from history and have them truthfully answer one question, who would you select and what is the question?
92. If you joined the circus, what would you perform?
93. Is there anything purple within 10 feet of you? What is it?
94. When was the last time you bought something? What was it?
95. Are you wearing socks right now?
96. Have you been to the movies in the last five days?
97. When was the last time you ran/went for a jog?
98. Your dream vacation? Worst vacation? Best vacation?
99. Do/did you have braces?
100. Worst injury you’ve had?

#CMchat Exclusive: Get to Know a Musical Triple Threat caitlinevanson

For any Taylor Swift fan, the name Caitlin Evanson is about as common as the word “music” itself. Caitlin was the highly entertaining red head up on stage next to Swift that often had a fiddle on her shoulder or a microphone in her hand singing back up vocals. And for those who aren’t Taylor Swift fans, then you better prepare to become a Caitlin Evanson fan.
Caitlin is one of the most talented and fierce musicians in the world; a bit of a hidden treasure at this point. Caitlin is a woman who can own the stage like only the most elite performers can, play a variety of instruments like her life depended on it, AND she can SING. Couple that with some wicked cool song writing skills and you really have a true force to reckon with. Country Music #CMchat got to sit down with Caitlin and catch up with what she’s doing these days….

How is life treating you these days?
Life is treating me more than well.  Surfing, hiking, living, loving and deeply enjoying new roots growing in my life.

You bring such a raw, genuine feel to your music, where do you pull your current inspiration from?
I am probably one of the happiest people you could meet.  And sometimes I wonder if its because 90% of my songs are sad.  I am a big believer in cleansing.  And I think I subconsciously take the sadness and wield it into something enjoyable to share, rather than to take it out on people around me.  Make sense?  Also, one of the best things I’ve ever been fortunate enough to do, is observe how the masters do it.  All the writers I worked with in Nashville, of course, Taylor, and all the greats I will never stop listening to, that make a song haunt the airwaves forever.  Have you ever just sat and thought about the song “Hotel California”?  And what that story would look like, made into a movie?  What a story.  There is a natural stream of consciousness in that song.  A flow.  You feel it when you listen to it.  That’s what I want inspires me these days.

You’ve had a highlighted background as a part of Taylor Swift’s band, how has that helped you with moving forward to the next phase of your career?
You can’t help but live in a sort of parallel universe, when you tour for years at a time.  Especially for a world class household name.  You can’t rewrite history.  You can’t help but have many consider this as your life’s “title” after you’ve done it. All things that I could never have fully understood until I stepped out to plant seeds and grow this new life and music of mine.  Processing an 8 year incredible whirlwind takes time. But what I am gradually learning is that I got to be a part of music history.  Something that put my own ability and magic on the map.  And I am so grateful.  Being a special gear in a big machine is exhilarating and sometimes exhausting, in the best way possible.  I am also gradually learning that I now have a massive and almost endless amount of memories, emotions, roller coasters, triumphs and terrors to draw from for my next million songs. Books and books, story upon story.  And that fuels my creative fire.

You’re an accomplished instrumentalist, what is your favorite instrument to play and naturally…why?!
When I was 4, I saw a violin concerto performed by Itzhak Perlman on our tv at home, in Seattle.  I pointed to the screen and basically said, “That’s what I want to be”.  My dad was a classical guitar guru, so when he heard this, a tiny violin was in my hands the next day.  I was screeching my way through “Twinkle Twinkle” before my parents could put in their earplugs. Violin is like breathing to me.  It’s just something I’ve always done.  It was also one of the lifelong most difficult things I’ve done, so its all the sweeter for it.  It is an instrument that demands my undivided passionate attention to detail and perfect pitch. One tiny roll of a pinky in the wrong direction is the difference between a good and bad performance that day. I can almost hear it speaking to me sometimes, “If you’re not going to love me deeply, don’t waste my time. Pack me up”.  I have always needed that kind of challenge.  I respect it and it continues to change my life every time I pick it up.  And especially these days. As a musician, I can’t help but reinvent and renew what I am, as my environment changes. Violin, it is.

How would you classify your sound?
As an artist, I am always “classifying my sound”.  If you heard my first self titled record from about 13 years ago, my “sound” would be a lot like Evanescense.  That’s what I was into.  Today?  I would say organic. I lean into Ingrid Michaelson, Patty Griffin, Foy Vance and Colbie Caillat.  But I have to laugh as I even say this.  Because that still isn’t “me”.  I guess you could say I adore their songwriting and vocal inflections.  But I also love Nine Inch Nails, Hozier, Iron And Wine, Haim, Drake and God knows what else.  I never know how to answer that question. So there’s my answer, haha.

Favorite song you’ve written thus far?
As an artist/songwriter, my favorite song is always “the one I finished today”.  Every time.  So today, its “Little Parts Of You”.  There will be a “bedroom session” version of it on my soundcloud soon.  On a day I don’t finish a song?  I usually come back to the silly, less introspective ones.  Like, “Why Ya Do Me Like That”.  I have always had a thing for a simple catchy melody with a happy pop-vibe with a mean jab of a lyric.  There’s a “bedroom session”, of that song on my soundcloud.  (Caitln Bird).

Your musical crush? And would they be your dream collab? If not….who?!

Can there be 2? One, MACKELMORE!  First of all, he’s from Seattle, my forever home.  Second, he made me fall in love with music again and listen to it in a way I hadn’t in years.  As a musician, melodies and chords free flow pretty easy.  But lyrics stump me.  Really good ones.  And his were astounding to me. As a violinist, I was so captivated by all the perfect string stacks and and instrumental moments weaving through the whole thing.  I feel like they cared so much and put everything they had into it, with such a family vibe. Two, Ingrid Michaelson!  When it comes to haunting harmonies and painfully true-ringing lyrics, she’s my go to right now.  I love her live personality and her brilliance when necessary, and her simplicity in the appropriate moments. The “Lights Out” on vinyl doesn’t stop spinning in my house.  Embarrassing?  maybe, but sometimes I just play my violin to “Open Hands”, like 10 times in a row, alone…in my house.  Okay.  Anyway….

Favorite music related memory?!
12 Years ago, I was in Rome, playing fiddle for a small country band for a month long USO Tour. I imagine the rough parts of that city are pretty dang rough.  My bandmates and I wandered into an area that felt pretty rough to us.  I heard what sounded like “O Sole Mio” playing on a violin down the street.  I followed it around the corner and found this little kid.  I think he was maybe 8 years old.  He looked pretty beat up, and had a couple euro in his open violin case.  I applauded and held out my hands.  To this day, I can’t believe he did this, but he handed the ¾ size violin to me, and I knelt down and played the chorus of “Hey, Jude”. He lit up and started singing along, in a thick Italian accent.  I dropped a few euro in his case and handed him his violin and walked back to find my bandmates. It’s funny, I never told anyone about it.  Asking me to have a favorite music related memory is like asking me which breath in my life was my favorite to take. So I’ll stick with this one for now.  ;)

Is there a method to your madness in terms of approaching songwriting?!
I think some writers can work up tears and evoke a lot of emotion out of thin air.  For me, that’s like trying to sneeze.  I’ll never be able to make it happen.  So I’m the type that just goes about my day, constantly toting a heavy bag full of notepads, and pens (because hand-writing is still so therapeutic to me), yoga clothes, towels, phone, keys, ear buds etc.  I look like a spaz most of the time because I make sure I remain open when an idea comes and I stop what I’m doing, and write it down.  Or else, it goes away and never comes back.  I guess I kind of liken it to a giant rain cloud that follows me around, randomly dropping melodies and lyrics wherever I go.  I hate that it always wakes me up at 3am.  And if I don’t record it, its gone in the morning.  My writing life is a mountain of puzzle pieces, waiting to be put together.  And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Any secret talents?
Besides a tri-pod headstand in yoga class?  Nope.  Once a middle child, always a middle child.  If I find that I have a “hidden talent”, it doesn’t stay hidden for long.  I have to show it off, be it x-ray vision, or a double jointed finger.  Everybody!  Look what I can do!

Coolest fan moment that’s happened in the last 3 months?
I love it.  There’s been drawings, paintings, print-screened tshirts with my face on it made by a fan, every pastry in the shape and color of anything and everything on tours, songs, videos, letters, ice scuptures and everything else you can and can’t possibly imagine for all of us.  When I read “I started playing the fiddle because of you”, in tweets etc, it never gets old.  That one is always a favorite.  And in the last 3 months?  Well, I’m not sure if yall are familiar with jencita Vargas, but she has done nothing but support, help, promote and love my own tiny and developing artistry since she started following me on Twitter.  She is becoming quite the artist promoter in her own right.  Check her out.  I greatly appreciate everything she has done to promote my last youtube videos and live shows in San Diego.

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uhhanduhh  asked:

Hey Sophia, nice job, I really enjoy your work. How are you creating your animations if you don't mind me asking?

A bunch of people have asked me this over the months, so instead of just linking to tutorials I’d like to go a little more in-depth.

My process for making animations has changed a lot in the time I’ve been doing them. I used to work almost exclusively in Flash (for animations like lighthouse ladyfish manbusy girltrain folks, and rock roller) with a little bit of Photoshop basically just for post-processing (tweaking colors with adjustment layers). I should note that when I’m animating geometric shapes I almost always make them in Illustrator, and then import them into Flash.

When I upgraded to Photoshop CS6 and then CC, I found that the animation functionality had gotten much better, so I tried it out (see beach girl and crying person). Alex Grigg’s photoshop animation tutorial, as I’ve mentioned, was invaluable here.

For some other recent animations I’ve done a hybrid approach – making geometric shapes in Illustrator and animating them in Flash, then bringing them into Photoshop to apply texture to the shapes and also do any hand-drawn animation. See “help computer” and this NYT piece.

Unfortunately, Flash CC has actually removed a lot of the features I depended on for animation (the motion editor, and inverse kinematics) so I am finally taking the plunge into learning After Effects, which I’ve been putting off for forever even though it’s industry standard. I expect it will change my approach a lot.

Before I get into the weeds with a specific example I wanna shout out Ric Carrasquillo, who has mentored me with a lot of animation stuff and is a phenomenal artist and all-around nice guy!

So the most recent animation I’ve put on tumblr is this running girl. Let me tell you how this came to be.

I have a folder on my computer called “style tests” that is filled with random scribbles, sketches, abstract color palettes, brush experiments, patterns, etc. When I feel like starting a random personal project, I peek in here and see if there’s anything that holds water. If it manages to keep my interest after wasting away in this folder for months, then it’s probably worth finishing.

Apparently I started “runner” about a year ago, in April 2013. it was initially just an idea for a static illustration in a sort of printmakey style with a limited palette. I’m sure I was thinking of this scene from Akira Kurosawa’s Dreams because it haunts me.

Anyway, it stayed like this for basically a year, then in May of 2014 I decided to do something with it. I had been thinking of the scene again and thought it would be fun to animate a run cycle.

I did rough pass animation in Flash because I find it faster and more intuitive when you’re working out timing.  The final animation is two 16-frame run cycles at 12 fps, so on the 2’s at 24 fps, basically. My first pass here is on the 2’s at 12 fps, so on the 4’s at 24 fps. I asked my coworker Matt Cruickshank for tips and he pointed out that it’s physically impossible to run with your arms and legs moving foward on the same side, which gives you fascinating insight into how little I know about this stuff

Second pass with all the frames filled out – this was sufficient for me to move to final linework.

I exported the animation from Flash as a .png sequence, then imported that into Photoshop as a video layer so that I could trace over it in a new video layer. This part was the most time-consuming and tedious, so I queued up Das Boot and had at it. Here’s a progress shot. Someone on twitter mentioned that her right arm (our left) was doing some funky stuff and he was right! I fixed it as best I could in the final. It still looks weird tho :C

When I was done with the 16-frame cycle, I duplicated it and changed her facial expression in the second round so that it wouldn’t feel too repetitive. Next: color.

Then I set up some Photoshop actions to fill in the flats. Some glitches occurred. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

When animating in Photoshop, you can create a cycling texture animation as a smart object and then clip it to a layer, video layer, or group of frame layers. This is what I did with her shirt. I made a Photoshop action to create a bunch of random blobby noise, ran it on 16 separate color layers, and clipped the resulting footage to the flat shirt shapes.

I do variations of this all the time, with static illustrations too, just to add some speckle to a solid color.

Then I spent a long time coloring all the lines………

For the background elements, I went back to Flash, using some Illustrator-made vector shapes. The hill in the background is a giant rotating circle with alternating smooth and pointy ripples.

The bush in the foreground is a spiky rectangle doing a tile tween. Both of these got punted to Photoshop as .png sequences in video layers, where I colored and textured them.

At some point in this entire process I decided to lose the spooky hand + shadow in the background (seemed too cheesy, I wanted something more ambiguous) and I also removed the kicked-up dirt, under Ric’s advice that it was driving home a point that the character animation had sufficiently made.

The sky has some texture that was not procedurally generated, but scanned in (years ago) from some powdered graphite + alcohol experiments (I’m not being glib, you literally mix the graphite powder with alcohol). The texture files were huge and this led to some problems. Every single frame of that cycling texture was a very zoomed-in portion of a duplicated enormous 600dpi smart object, and it was bogging down the .psd. I rasterized the smart objects thinking that would solve the problem, but the thing is – Photoshop often lets pixels outside the canvas hang around in case you need them. I eventually solved the issue by cutting and pasting every single layer, so that I was sure it was only saving on-canvas pixels.

When everything was ready to go, I exported all the frames as flat .pngs and ran some actions on them to tweak the colors with curves layers and gradient maps, then piled them back into a .psd (File > Scripts > Load Files into Stack…)

Then I exported it as a .gif (because this was a limited palette piece from the start, this part was pretty painless) and posted it to tumblr, but not before redrawing it in unicode


(the most essential part of my artistic process)

In all this animation took about two weeks, but I was only working for half an hour to an hour every day, in-between more pressing projects – as a way to relax and have fun.

Feel free to download the animation .psd and poke around. Please note that it will only work with CS6 and up.

I hope this was simple enough to follow. Again, I really recommend Alex Grigg’s Photoshop tutorial, it taught me basically everything I know. This Richard Williams book is also a big deal. I hope more people give animation a shot and make weird gifs – it’s fun and informative.


Characters: Dean x Reader

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Request from anon: “Hi! I was wondering if you could do a fluffy one shot dean x reader. where the reader is turned into a child or 4-5 years for a few days by a witch during a hunt. The boys discover that the reader already knows the world or supernatural and her parents (also hunters) have started to teach her anything because there is a demon that haunts her family. Dean spends all the time with her and when the reader returns to normal he promises her that he will find and kill the demon?”

Here we go, two requests in one day! :) I loved writing this one, kids are my favorite. I hope I did well enough on the request! :) Enjoy everyone!

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This is what I think about the situation, more like how people are reacting to it. (hang on its gonna be a litte long)

Its pissing me off watching some people seeing this as an opportunity to preach about double standards and human legal rights. Half of these people aren’t hyohunnies or sones, probably didn’t even know Jay Kim’s name 4 days ago and still go around talking about it like they knew shit and bashing Hyoyeon and Hyohunnies for staying by her side during this. I’ve been a declared Hyohunnie for 2 years only but i’ve probably watched every single video her face was in, read every single interview her name was mentioned. What do you want me to believe? That Hyoyeon is a drunk suicidal girlfriend with violence issues that can’t go through a break up? Because that’s what some people are making her look like when there is NO EVIDENCE besides hyoyeon being a sweet, dorky caring person. Let me remind you something: SHE’S NO OSCAR WINNING ACTRESS. People need to stop acting like idols can fake every single kind of emotion. My point is, believing hyoyeon is a suicidal abusive girlfriend or believing Jay Kim who has been giving us every reason to think he’s an asshole from the moment we found out of his existence (1 year ago) ending up being an actual asshole? 

Now  for the first time in my life I’m gonna let K-Netz speak for me:

2. [+1,573, -127] He’s 10 years older… he ruined the image of his girlfriend who is 10 years younger than him who isn’t an average person but a member of a famous celebrity group. Objectively, he doesn’t seem like a good person. Regardless of what the woman might have done, I’m sure he for sure knew that if he reported to the police, the entire nation would find out. He made a famous female idol go to the police station, so now the entire nation knows and Hyoyeon is now completely humiliated.. She must want to die.

8. [+354, -31] So whether or not they broke up, why did he call the police… He’s really bad. It wasn’t like she took a knife and tried to kill him, he just got hit in the eye a bit… What a slick man. The fact that he wrote an autobiography at such a young age, despite how little experiences he has had, you can tell he’s just a show-off. He just goes after female celebrities~~ This is why you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover

9. [+320, -23] I saw an interview with this guy, and he said all his previous girlfriends were celebrities ㅋㅋ I don’t know why he wanted to date Hyoyeon, but I’m sure he’s a player. He goes to clubs with athletes and models, he wears nice clothing.. He bluffs a lot but I’m sure he’s picked up all the women near him

See where  hyohunnies are coming from?

There are people that were literally waiting for the moment they could have something to bring hyoyeon down like that. They won’t let Hyoyeon and her fans ever forget about this.

If you want to believe Hyoyeon is a suicidal drunk with violence issues go ahead, but don’t judge the people who believe she’s still the amazing girl who 1 week ago everyone didn’t even doubt she was

Author Interview with Mega-aulover

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If you’ve spent much time on tumblr lately, you’ve probably seen a post by @mega-aulover​. Among the newer arrivals to the Everlark fandom, @mega-aulover​ is one of the most active, most supportive fangirls you will find – not to mention one of the most prolific.

So, our first question is: why do you write?

I write for various reasons, one of which is that I get pictures in my head and I have to get them out on paper. I also do it because I love it. You see, I’m dyslexic, so anytime I can put words on a paper it’s a big accomplishment for me. I feel happy doing it and I know how wonderful words are. They can brighten your day. The teachers at my school when I was a kid used writing as a form of treatment. We would make up stories about a picture and then we were asked to write what we saw. It’s a way to see our progress.

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Vivian was raised with one purpose in life: to exact revenge on behalf of her manipulative and cruel mother. Vivian can be anyone you want her to be. And she can destroy anyone. “I Am Her Revenge is a twisted tale of murder, vengeance, and intrigue that will keep you turning pages long into the night, and even then the ending will blow your mind,” says Katherine Howe, New York Times bestselling author of Conversion. This thrilling story takes place at a boarding school, where Vivian targets sweet and innocent Ben, the son of the man who broke Mother’s heart twenty years ago. But as Vivian uncovers secrets and learns more about herself, this cat and mouse game becomes dangerous. Penguin Teen Author Spotlight welcomes you to get to know the author behind this debut novel: Meredith Moore.

Name: Meredith Moore 


Available: 4/7/2015 

Who’s your favorite author, living or dead? Charlotte Bronte. JANE EYRE is my favorite book, but I also love VILLETTE. Emily Bronte is a close second! 

What’s your favorite thing about your book? I love that my main character’s journey is all about discovering her strength and her own identity. That’s what draws me to YA: the struggle of a person growing up and growing into their place in the world. 

If you could spend one year on a deserted island with one character from literature, who would you choose? If I need some swoon: Gilbert Blythe (book boyfriend forever). If I need some protection: Celaena Sardothien. 

Where do you write? I write at my desk in front of my message board filled with postcards that inspire me. 

Who is your favorite hero or heroine of history? Queen Elizabeth I. She definitely made some mistakes (the whole Mary, Queen of Scots situation was badly mishandled), but she refused to concede her power by marrying a man and helped to calm the religious turmoil in her country. She was a badass, and very smart. 

Do you tweet? What’s the funniest thing you’ve ever tweeted? I do (@writermeredith)! I think my funniest tweets are from the revision cave, when my brain is kind of mush. Like this one: 

You know what’s a weird word? Nudge. This thought brought to you by Meredith’s brain on revisions. 

What is your favorite season? Autumn, even though it lasts for about five seconds in Houston. I love the colors and that first hint of crispness in the air. 

If you could teleport anywhere in the known universe right now, where would you go? Right now, I’m craving an old, haunted castle in Scotland. Any one will do. 

Do you have any writing rituals? The only ritual I stick to is drinking massive amounts of coffee. 

What is your idea of earthly happiness? A day where I have nothing to do but write a first draft. 

What is the best concert you’ve ever been to? Edward Sharpe and the Magenetic Zeros. I went about four years ago, and they gave one of the most engaging performances. And for one song, the singer came out into the audience, and the whole ballroom of us sat down on the grimy concert floor and listened to a beautiful, swaying song. It was one of the more magical moments of my life. 

What are you currently working on? My second book! Set in one of those old, haunted castles in Scotland.


Thank you, Meredith! We can’t wait to read your second book!

You can find Meredith on her Twitter, and her blog!

Add I Am Her Revenge to your “to-read” shelf on Goodreads!

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secret of the old cock

here’s my review of this game, which i just played again for the first time since it came out. like. 100 years ago.

- josiah was so gay. he was so gay. no one likes the theatre that much and names his hat marcel and goes around in drag calling men the “ace in his hole” and isn’t some form of homosexual. i’m sorry but it’s real

- topham was his boyfriend (god knows why)

- i don’t like any of the characters in this game tho. none of them are good. emily? i think that’s her name. does she have any kind of personality at all or is the entirety of her person sitting around in a nightgown [i know it’s not a nightgown don’t @ me] in a position where she’s dangerously close to flashing everybody all the time???? “my mom just died, heres my vagina i dont care”

- the music is unbearable. especially the music when you’re driving around delivering one billion thousand endless goddamned telegrams to a huge cast of horrible ~kooky~ characters. i hated all of them. i would. i. i want to strange them all. they filled me with rage. the music did not help

- a FISHING GAME???? REALLY???? not only is there driving, but there’s fishing?? 

- this game does one of my biggest historical setting pet peeves which is 1) fuckin jane (“jane”) is like how old, but she’s hip w the slang? can you imagine ur mom being like “dinner’s ready i made meatloaf and it’s fuckin lit!!!!!” NO YOU CANNOT. jane’s too old for the hip teen slang. topham would’ve never made his “logic” puzzle out of slang, he’s 100 years old and realistically it should’ve been abt oscar wilde or some shit ugh. UGH. i’m slapping whoever wrote this.

- part 2) of above pet peeve: the lilac inn looks too modern, like it was furnished really really recently, almost entirely. like. there should’ve been much older furniture and more touches of age. buildings are old, and old buildings have an even bigger tradition of like keeping the same furniture around forever. and why were some of the walls like, stucco??? it just. why don’t they research buildings enough. don’t even get me started with blackmoor manor or castle finster. i don’t need to go thru that again.

- the puzzles weren’t too hard themselves but they all seemed to have something in them that was lke, oh u thought u were done??? GUESS WHAT NO. GO FIND SOMETHING ELSE DRIVE 1123984890t90880954980345 PLACSE CATCH A FISH AND FIND AN OLD LETTER AND JUST LET ME ENDLESSLY FUCK WITH YOU AND YOUR SENSE OF MAKING PROGRESS

- nancy gets freaked out in the tunnels saying like “omg what was that!” and shit, but like they were the least scary tunnels ever. this is the only game where she audibly has the heebie jeebies abt somewhere and it’s the least scary thing. it wasn’t good it was just annoying. 

- they really could’ve done more with emily seeing/hearing things. why couldn’t nancy have  been brought in cause her mom just died and she’s sad AND SHE THINKS THE PLACE IS HAUNTED. give me my haunting games. every damn game should be about ghosts or vampires or hot emo boys. they really threw that aspect of the game RIGHT in the trash. 

- every time u go into topham’s house u have to say hi and you have to ask to look around every damn time u want to see the journal? nancy steals everything, why couldn’t she have stolen the journal also

- every time you want to go upstairs in teh coachhouse u had to go thru the whole damn stair sequence every time

- also nancy had to turn the lights on an off in the tunnel, on both damn ends, every damn fucking time

-this game just has so many tiny little fucky things that slow it down and i wanted to run thru it as fast as i could but it was like NU UH TURN THAT LIGHT OFF FIRST LMAO 

- why is jim archer even a character

- oh teh fuckin minigolf, i almost forgot abt the damn mini golf. first off: why? and what. the fuck. is that doing in this game. second off: the first time i played it, i did it SO BELOW PAR. i did an EXCELLENT JOB. and i didn’t see where you were supposed to put your winning score cards and i accidentally threw it away. and so i had to play it like 4 more times till i got below par again. so fuckin mad. this game is trash. the end.