i used to be in woe is me

I feel like an NPC character when...

I’m on register at work:
~waits patiently behind counter with absent smile until a customer walks close enough and/or shows necessary amount of interest
~has a set script of prompts in my head to follow during transactions
~cheerful yet non-descript customer service voice and can repeat same exact tone infinitely.
~breaking from prompts or skipping through parts may cause minor glitches, such as accidentally repeating the same prompt again or completely skipping necessary ones
~absentmindedly tends to my area using the same five or so actions in a continuous loop until new person arrives
~Abnormally knowledgeable in my craft
~wears same outfit every day
~Nothing unusual phases me
~walking away and coming back is like a brand new interaction. I have little to no memory of you

The Problem with writing multi-chapter fanfiction.

  • Person leaves kudos, never comments.
  • Person leaves comment on chapter one about how much they love it and are looking forward to reading more. You never hear from them again.
  • Person leaves comments over a span of chapters (be still my heart, seriously I love you) and then stops commenting somewhere in the middle.

Are you still there? Still reading? Did real life take over? Have I failed you in some way? Did it turn into absolute suck and you just didn’t have the heart to tell me?

Let’s dispense with the “Democrats are just as bad” defense. First, I don’t much care; we collectively face a party in charge of virtually the entire federal government and the vast majority of statehouses and governorships. It’s that party’s inner moral rot that must concern us for now. Second, it’s simply not true, and saying so reveals the origin of the problem — a “woe is me” sense of victimhood that grossly exaggerates the opposition’s ills and in turn justifies its own egregious political judgments and rhetoric. If the GOP had not become unhinged about the Clintons, would it have rationalized Trump as the lesser of two evils? Only in the crazed bubble of right-wing hysteria does an ethically challenged, moderate Democrat become a threat to Western civilization and Trump the salvation of America.
 
 
Indeed, for decades now, demonization — of gays, immigrants, Democrats, the media, feminists, etc. — has been the animating spirit behind much of the right. It has distorted its assessment of reality, giving us anti-immigrant hysteria, promulgating disrespect for the law (how many “respectable” conservatives suggested disregarding the Supreme Court’s decision on gay marriage?), elevating Fox News hosts’ blatantly false propaganda as the counterweight to liberal media bias and preventing serious policy debate. For seven years, the party vilified Obamacare without an accurate assessment of its faults and feasible alternative plans. “Obama bad” or “Clinton bad” became the only credo — leaving the party, as Brooks said of the Trump clan, with “no attachment to any external moral truth or ethical code” — and no coherent policies for governing.
 
 
We have always had in our political culture narcissists, ideologues and flimflammers, but it took the 21st-century GOP to put one in the White House.
— 

The GOP’s moral rot is the problem, not Donald Trump Jr.

This was written by Jennifer Rubin, a life-long Republican who I have disagreed with on just about everything in the history of life. If there were more Republicans like her, we likely would not have a congress that has utterly abdicated its co-equal role in government to put a check on an unhinged president like this one.

She has principles, at least, unlike far too many tribal Republicans who exist on a steady diet of right wing talk radio, Fox News, and Glenn Beck peddled bullshit.

Meet Fionn Whitehead, the Lead of Christopher Nolan’s Highly Anticipated Battle Epic ‘Dunkirk’

Bale. DiCaprio. McConaughey. And now, Fionn Whitehead.

The 19-year-old Brit (whose Irish first name is pronounced “Finn”) joins elite ranks as the lead actor in a Christopher Nolan joint, headlining the acclaimed filmmaker’s upcoming ensemble war, Dunkirk.

At this point Whitehead doesn’t have clearance to say anything about his character, Tommy. But if you happened to catch the intense seven-minute tease Warner Bros. unspooled on Imax screens in front of Rogue One, you’ll recognize him as one of the two poor chaps charged with hauling a stretcher over a decimated dock as enemy warplanes whiz by overhead. (While plot details on the film are also scant, we have WWII history to tell us the film is about the 1940 rescue of Allied soldiers cornered by the German army on a French beach.)

“It’s a suspense thriller,” Whitehead told Yahoo Movies. “It takes you there and you see this world through my character’s eyes and ears. And it kind of explores what it would’ve been like to be there at that time, on sea, land, and air. It’s all about survival, and the human urge to survive.” Whitehead was in Los Angeles this week where we got to know the fresh-faced star of Nolan’s fiercely intense-looking battle film. Here’s what we learned:

Dunkirk will mark Whitehead’s movie debut. The actor, who grew up in an artistic household (his dad is jazz musician Tim Whitehead) on the southwest edge of London in Richmond, performed on stage at the National Youth Theatre and Orange Tree Theatre, and was in the process of applying to drama school when he booked the lead role in Him, a three-part U.K. miniseries about a teen with supernatural powers. The casting director for Him referred Whitehead to agent Sophie Holden, who put him in contention for Dunkirk.

His hair almost got in the way of his dream role. Whitehead auditioned for Dunkirk over an extensive three-month period, with Nolan present at every tryout after the first. “For Him, they made me grow my hair out, and then they’d straighten it out every day because I’ve got quite curly hair when it grows out,” Whitehead explained. “And I remember turning up to do one of these auditions and I had this straight long hair, it just looked so ridiculous. And they’re like, ‘Um, Chris has asked if you could push your hair out of your face this audition.’ So they gave me a tub of wax and I’m slicking my hair out of my face in this ridiculous fashion.”

He was put through the ringer before production even started. “I was quite scrawny when I started out, so they saw that and realized that they might injure me in the whole process of shooting,” Whitehead laughed. So the upstart was dispatched to Dunkirk (where the majority of filming would be completed on location) two weeks early to work with the stunt team. Along with costars Harry Styles and Aneurin Barnard, Whitehead was put through a boot camp of sorts. “I did a lot of circuit training, did a little bit of boxing, did some weapons training. Then I went to the beaches and I was swimming in full war gear, which once it got waterlogged was about 60, 80 pounds. Running up the beach with stretchers with weighted dummies on them. It was quite a lot.”

Speaking of Mr. Styles… The One Direction singer also makes his film debut in Dunkirk, and Whitehead had nothing but props for the pop star-turned-actor. “He’s a lovely guy. Really hard working. There was no preferential treatment, and he didn’t ask for any. He was just a great asset to the team, one of the crew, no differentiation.”

The grueling shoot put things in perspective for the young actors. “Physically it was quite demanding,” Whitehead said of the five-month production. “So the toughest part was just keeping the energy up. Every night, as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out… But that made it easier to step into the shoes of these people, knowing what they had to deal with and how they kept going.” Despite somber subject material, the cast tried to keep things light by riding bikes around set and playing the occasional game of rugby. They also learned quickly, though, not to pull any woe-is-me moves. “Any time any of us complained, somebody would say, ‘Well, at least you’re not actually there.’ And then everyone would feel so guilty and be like, ‘Oh yeah, sorry. I’m just going to crawl into a hole.'”

Whitehead abstained from fanning out over Nolan. Make no mistake, the actor was over the moon to work with the director of Memento, the Dark Knight trilogy, Inception, and Interstellar. “He’s so present as a director,” Whitehead said. “He’s behind every shot and he creates this family-like vibe on set which really puts you at ease. It’s a very collaborative environment. I was quite apprehensive going in but that was gone straightaway because you’re in this safe space where you feel comfortable to try different things, and encouraged.” But he made it a point not to geek out over the filmmaker. “Nah, I kept it in,” he said. “I tried to play it cool.”

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waking up alone never gets easier–
—  we tend to our woes with words that sound like I think I can used to this for weeks, but it doesn’t last as long as we’d like, does it? we surround ourselves in a circle that was meant to be linear, give me the truth without the lies, but even if you do lie, I can see it in your eyes. it’s okay to be this way. it’s okay to be like this. we surround ourselves in a shroud of metaphors, I met you at four and let the words bleed into your veins, we used to feel the same kind of pain, but now we’re waking up alone and it never gets easier– it’s funny isn’t it? we used to smile about everything, but I’m just finding more reasons to forget about it. I always end up with the zero reasons to forget about you, so I don’t.
Writing Star Wars fanfic like...
  • Is superweapon one word or two? 
  • Do they have lambs in a Galaxy far, far away? Or do they sacrifice porgs?
  • Please don’t sacrifice porgs
  • Shit, I hope that metaphor isn’t weird. 
  • I’m going to change it back to lambs
  • Never mind let me check
  • FIVE MILLION WOOKIEEPEDIA TABS
  • It’s Theron not Theorn!
  • God damn it, Mac, stop autocorrecting character names!
  • Shit now you’ve learned Theorn and are autocorrecting to that
  • HEAVY DRINKING
  • Mace Window
  • Crap I just used the word “God”, they say something else don’t they?
  • HEAVIER DRINKING
  • Holo-[noun]

The Chansonnier Cordiforme (1470s) or Chansonnier de Jean de Montchenu is a cordiform (heart-shaped) music manuscript, Collection Henri de Rothschild MS 2973, held in the Bibliothèque Nationale.

Now indeed can I cry ‘alas’
and flood my eyes with tears
for I can no longer see her
as I used to, woe is me.
No indeed can I cry ‘alas’.
O accursed tongue, evil and sinful,
that caused me so much pain,
you have brought me to such straits that
life has become a misery.
Now indeed can I cry ‘alas’.
If I cannot believe that I shall ever again
see my dear treasure as I used to,
with a golden noose
around my neck my life shall end.

Never told us (Damian Wayne imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request:  Could you do something where Damian has been childhood sweethearts with the reader since like middle school and he doesn’t tell his brothers, and one day him and the reader are making out and the brothers walk in and are really confused and like, “WHAT?!” +  Damian invites reader over to help her with her math homework, she gets so happy after getting a problem right she tackles damian in a kiss, Tim walks in at the wrong time, Tim sprints outta the room yelling and Damian cHASES him down embarassd,
Summary: The family finds out that Damian has been dating someone for a while and hasn’t told them.
Word count: 500
Warning(s): none 

You and Damian had been together since the early days of middle school, in secret of course. You were now in high school. His family knew you, they all thought you were friends, you often came to the manor to do homework or get tutored and no one suspected a thing. To think that a group of detectives couldn’t tell was quite funny.

You were at the manor today yet again. You couldn’t understand how to do a couple of math problems so Damian of course, was there to help. Equation after equation, you just couldn’t fully get it. Damian was as calm as ever, explaining again and again, trying to make sure you understand it.

You were doing an equation, your boyfriend calmly observing as you do. Suddenly you jump up, sitting on Damians lap, and kissing his face all over, “Beloved?” He asks in utter shock. “I DID IT!” You yell, taking Damian’s lips into a heated kiss. He wraps his hands around your waist, smiling into the kiss, when his door suddenly opens. “What’s with all the commotion…Oh wow,” Tim says in shock before making a run for it. 

Damian quickly sits you on his bed, “Wait here Beloved,” before running after him.”You better come back here, Timothy!” Damian yells. Tim runs into the cave where everyone was working on something, Damian hot on his trail. “Damian and y/n are dating!”  Tim yells on the top of his lungs gathering shocked looks from everyone. “SHUT UP!” Damian yells before jumping full force in to Tim, causing them both to topple down onto the floor. The only thing that saved Tim from hitting his jaw, was his quick reflexes to put his hands in front of him.

Damian! Get off your brother!” Bruce scolds. “Wait, the demon spawn really has a girlfriend?” Jason asks in disbelief. “Y/n was loudly screaming, so I went to check on them and they were full on making out,” Tim says clapping his hands to rid them of the dust from the floor. “And you never told us?” Dick dramatically says, making a ‘woe is me’ pose on his chair. “We’ve been together for years,” Damian huffs, his nose to the sky.

Bruce had been quiet all this time, and Tim was the only one that noticed. “Why aren’t you saying anything Bruce?” He asks the older man. “I knew.” Gasps fill the air. “Damian has been much calmer ever since it started and she started coming over more often, it was obvious.” He explained. The boys didn’t understand how they hadn’t noticed because it truly was obvious.

Are you going to give him the talk?” Dick asks after a moment of silence with a wide grin, causing Damian to loudly groan and send a glare toward his eldest brother, before coming back to his room to you.

How did it go?” You ask setting down your phone that you were entertaining yourself with. Damian just rolls his eyes, “Those imbeciles are ridiculous!”


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Obsidian

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Taehyung (V)

Rating: R

Warning: Murder mystery, future smut

Word Count: 5,704

Summary: The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath.  All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate.

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Tips for Beginners

When typing this title, my phone autocorrected it to “Tips for Whiners” which is hilarious given the circumstances surrounding this post. However, my conscience got the best of me and I decided to title it differently even though there was peer pressure for the original title. However, not all beginners are whiners (by far) and I figured it wasn’t fair to lump people into a group. Plus, this post is meant to be far more informative and encouraging than it is critical and teasing.

New writers are always looking for help and tools to use to get their writing “out there,” wherever that is. They want to build their audience, which means gaining followers and notes on posts. They seek out help, work on their blogs, and write a lot.

However, some new writers fall into a trap of jealousy and complaining. They become frustrated, then turn their frustration into jealousy. They whine about not getting notes and followers, they complain about blogging cliques and unfair treatment, and they adopt an attitude of “Woe is me. The blogosphere is against me.”

This post is meant to be helpful to each group by providing both useful tips and reality checks. At no point do I actually mean to be hateful. Am I sassy, though? Yes. You can stop reading this post at any time, too. You can also take what works for you and throw out the rest. Nothing here is a blanket statement. 

But let’s just get on with it. ( And it is a long one)

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SELF CONSCIOUS

Originally posted by life-is-so-unpredictable6


Warnings: None

Request: Can u do more cute imagines on stage with yn

I wasn’t sure how you wanted the imagine to go exactly but I hope this is good enough, Enjoy! 


Heavy breathing and loud screams. It’s a familiar sound now. 

I’ve been to so many of his concerts that coming just seems to be a second nature. It’s different then it was a few years ago though. Back then, I only saw him once every few years when he would put on a show, and I would usually only be seeing him from a far distance. He didn’t even know I existed. 

But now, my whole world has flipped upside down and as I stood from the wings, watching Justin and his dancers parade around on stage, I couldnt help but look at all the other screaming fans, reaching out for something so small, as simple as a graze of his shoe. 

I used to be like that, before I met him for real.

I remember it so vividly. The day it was absolutely pouring rain and I still had a good 2 miles to walk. I remember sneezing from the cold raindrops that trickled down my skin, leaving me to deal with an ongoing flu the next day. But I also remember seeing the black, tinted SUV pulling up beside me. 

At that moment my heart nearly stopped, and I was readying myself to run if needed. I really thought I was about to be kidnapped when the door to the SUV swung open, but gee was I glad stayed when I did. 

My idol stood in front of me, a concerned look on his face as he glanced at me, then up at the dark grey clouds above. Star struck, I listened to his words, so simple yet so demanding. “Need a ride? Get in! Where are you headed?” 

And from there it was a long spiral of being strangers, to acquaintances, friends, to love interests. Then finally - becoming official 3 months ago - as boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Get used to me holding you. Get used to me woeing you. Oh! get used to it…” The last line was sung. Justin’s jumping stopped as he ended in position, the crowd’s screams only just beginning to pick up.

“Thankyou all so much for coming tonight.” He announced breathlessly into the mic. “Don’t go anywhere guys, we’ll be back in 10!” 

And then he and the dancers ran off stage for a quick break. Justin immediately grabbed ahold of me, smiling like a fool under his head mic. “How am I doing?” 

After handing him his water bottle and wiping down his forehead with a towel as he gulped it down, I smiled and said, “Absolutely amazing baby. You always do great.” while rubbing his sweaty but masculine arms. It’s crazy to think that I have one of the worlds biggest popstars, as well as my dream guy, wrapped right around my finger. Just as well as I am with him.

“Let’s take a snap before you have to go back out.” I exclaimed, removing my phone from the pocket of my jeans.

“”Okay. But it’s only going to your family right?” And here we go again. Justin has been trying to keep our relationship a secret ever since we got together. At first it seemed to just be a privacy thing, so we could enjoy a little time to ourselves before going public to the world, but its been 3 months, and It honestly feels a little as if Justin is embarrassed to be seen in a relationship with me.

I mean, I’m definently not the most attractive girl, and I don’t have a model body either. I’m short, with a little belly. I can barely do my makeup for shit and not to mention, I’m not famous. In the end, I’m just a fan. 

“Oh- uh. Y-yeah. Of course.” I stutted in a failed attempt to hide my disappointment.

Justin’s face fell, eyes wondering over me in a concern. “You okay baby girl?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just forget it. Don’t worry about the snap. You gotta go out there soon and Scooter wants to talk to you.” 

“But-”

“Go. Scooter’s waiting.” I pushed. I honestly just wanted to be left alone for a little bit, and pushing him away for a while was really the only way I was going to get that.

Justin hesitated and compelled but with some tugging and pushing, I got him over to Scooters side and walked away.

Justin’s POV

“Your doing great Kiddo.” Scooter began, looking down at the show plan in his hand, he hadn’t even realised that Y/N had practically dragged me over here, to busy caught up making sure everything was going according to plan.

“Yeah thanks Scoot.” I rushed. “Hey, do you know what’s up with Y/N?”

“Y/N? No. She was fine earlier.” Scooter answered, glancing up towards me. “Why?” 

“She just seemed like she was in a bit of a shit mood. Or something was making her uncomfortable.”

“Well did something happen?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No…I mean…I don’t think so?” I questioned. “I don’t know.” I sighed. “We were talking about the show, and then all of a sudden she asked if we could take a snap before I went back out. Then after that she just suddenly said she didn’t want to do it anymore and that I should talk to you before I go back out.” I explained.

“Okay…” Scooter trailed off “Did you say anything before that?”

“No, just that we could take a pic, just as long as she only sends it to her friends and family. No one else.”

That’s when Scooters face lit up in recognition, a sigh leaving his lips. 

“Justin, I honestly don’t know how so many girls love you. You are so oblivious.” Scooter joked.

“What?” I questioned. 

“Justin, did it ever occur to you that maybe Y/N’s feeling a little insecure?”

 “Insecure? About what. She’s perfect, there’s nothing to be insecure about.”

“Maybe not to you but to her…” Scooter explained. “Justin, she’s a wemon - a girl. Shes gonna need constant confident boosters and reminders that she is beautiful because otherwise after a while, the confidence she has will just wither away. And you holding back on telling everyone about your relationship is probably starting to affect her. She probably thinks you don’t want to be seen with her.”

“But that’s not true at all.” 

“But she dosen’t know that.” Scooter stated. 

“Well then…what do I do?” I ask hysterically. Scooter only shrugs and pats me on the shoulder. “That’s for you to figure out Kiddo. Your on in a minute.”

And with that, he walked over to pep up the dancers.

1 minute seconds, that gives me 60 seconds to think of something. C’mon Jay THINK!

Then, a brilliant idea pops in my head. And not only for Y/N’s sake, but i think for the crowds entertainment as well. Guess there’s gonna be one less lonely girl tonight.

“SCOOTER!”

Y/N POV

I sighed, looking out at the stage. “JUS-TIN…JUS-TIN…JUS-TIN!” the crowd chanted in anticipation. He was soon to go on, and the only thing I was feeling was self-conscious. I didn’t mean to push Justin away like that but I just can’t be around him when I get like that. I don’t like him seeing me sad, it makes him sad, and he needs to be in a good mood for the remaining part of this night.

“Y/N!” 

The name was smooth but rushed as he voiced it from a small distance. Quickly, I straightened up and planted a fake smile on my face, awaiting Justin’s arrival.

“Hey baby, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?”

“I need to show you something.” He ignored my question.

“Now?” I ask in confusion. Justin only nods and grabs a hold of my hand, mumbling “C’mon.” 

Scooters voice suddenly began echoing throughout the backstage arena, the dancers all running forward towards the wings of the stage. “Alright, where on in 3! 2! 1!”

And then the music began. Light strumming of a guitar. Wait? This isn’t right. the next song should of been trust. This is one less lonely girl…

“Justin, what’s going on?”

But to no avail. All he did was send a wink my way, then began to sing through his head mic, slowly making his was on stage with a firm grip on my hand.

“There’s gonna be one less lonely girl, One less lonely girl, There’s gonna be one less lonely girl,One less lonely girl! How many I told you’s and start overs…”

While He progressed on stage, his grip around my hand tightened as I struggled to pull away. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

I watched as the dancers ran around on stage, planting a stool in the middle.

Justin lead me further and further until I was in sight of every screaming fan. The cheers made my head dizzy and the attention made my body weak but with Justin here, everything seemed to refocus and seem alright. 

Justin smiled and placed me on the stool in the center of the stage, continuing to sing the current verse of one less lonely girl, what in the world was the boy doing?

“Saw so many pretty faces before I saw you. Now all I see is you! No, no, Don’t need these other pretty faces like I need you, And when you’re mine in the world - There’s gonna be one less lonely girl!”

He moved his body from singing towards the crowd, to directing the song towards me. Running his hand down my body and face in a sentimental way, love shining through his eyes.

He continued the lyrics to his old but popular song, half way through helping me off the stool to where he cradled me in his arms and began slow dancing with me, his arms locked around me, pushing my head into his chest.

Then the song began to come to an end, and he stopped moving. Looking me directly in the eyes with his arms stretched slightly, cupping my cheeks. Honey eyes radiating with nothing but love. 

“If you let me inside your world! There’s gonna be one less lonely girl….” Then in a raspy and low voice, he mumbled, “You shawty” Before connecting his lips to mine. 

And although we were accompanied by thousands of people screaming in shock, it was as if no one else was in the room but us. 

The kiss lasted a few seconds at least, before he finally pulled away, pulling me into his side and waving off towards the crowd with a smile.

“GIVE IT UP FOR MY GIRLFRIEND EVERYBODY!”

romeo and juliet sentence meme.

— ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
— borrow cupid’s wings and soar with them above a common bound.
— civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
— do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly.
— do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
— don’t waste your love on somebody who doesn’t value it.
— for never was a story of more woe than this of juliet and her romeo.
— from love’s weak childish bow she lives unharmed.
— go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.
— i am a pretty piece of flesh!
— i am fortune’s fool.
— i am hurt.
— i defy you, stars!
— if love be rough with you, be rough with love.
— is love a tender thing?
— love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
— love moderately.
— my bounty is as boundless as the sea; my love as deep.
— my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
— my only love sprung from my only hate.
— o teach me how i should forget to think.
— parting is such sweet sorrow, that i shall say good night til it be morrow.
— she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
— she hath dian’s wit.
— some shall be pardon’d, and some punished.
— take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night.
— that which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.
— the all-seeing sun ne’er saw her match since first the world begun.
— these violent delights have violent ends.
— this love feel i, that feel no love in this.
— thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
— thus with a kiss, i die.
— tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.
— true, i talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain…
— under love’s heavy burden do i sink.
— we must have you dance.
— what sadness lengthens ____’s hours?
— wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
— women may fall when there’s no strength in men.
— you are a lover.
— you kiss by the book.

explicitphoenix  asked:

That moment when Hannibal realises Will was lying about killing Freddy. Breaks my heart.

It is honestly, I mean, with Hannibal, there aren’t a lot of moments where you look at Mads’ performance and think, that’s harrowing. Even when he’s beaten and bloody and unable to stand you still think bastard

With Will, when you see him so vulnerable and helpless in Season 1, a complete victim you feel for him so completely. 

To feel that for Hannibal is so totally unexpected, and then that whole scene after (that I giffed earlier, so I spent a lot of time looking at Mads’ face) with the sacrificial lamb and he is visibly upset. I mean, the only time we’re used too feeling for a villain is when you’re fed their clumsy “oh woe is me, this is why I kill” story line, and this couldn’t be more different to that. It’s most genuine, and I find that beautiful.

flaminganakin  asked:

Do you have any tips on getting over writer's block?

Ha ha ha wow.

Okay, so the cold hard truth is I’ve received endless advice on how to get over writer’s block, and most of it sounded like excellent advice and I could probably pass it on but… Tbqh I’m not sure I’ve ever found anything that actually works for me.

Like, I know there are some things in general that help me stay motivated and working, especially on longer projects. Probably all writers are leeches to some degree, but maybe fanfic writers especially so: we feed on comments and interaction with readers, and feedback keeps us going. That’s definitely true for me.

That’s actually part of why I post so much about fics I haven’t actually finished or posted yet, even though I’m sure it’s infuriating for some folks. (And if anyone reading this is one of those folks, please feel free to block the respective tags!)

It’s also why I started sharing my stuff with an irl writing group. There’s a degree of both camaraderie and accountability that comes with sharing.

Also, I get not only a lot of writing energy, but also a lot of ideas, from bouncing headcanons around, and even frequently from the kind of crack headcanon posts that tumblr loves.

All of that said, though, there are still times when I’m just in a slump, and nothing can make the words come. (This is part of why I’m such a slow writer, actually: I’ll start something, and then it will languish for weeks or even months, and then suddenly the mojo will come back and I’ll finish it.)

Very occasionally if I’m stuck on some big thing in a massive AU fic, it can help to step back and write, say, a small scene or a one shot set in the same universe, but because it’s a one-shot it doesn’t feel as overwhelming as the Big Plot Point that I have to get right.

Also sometimes writing straight up crack is actually really helpful when I have writer’s block? Maybe because crack-writing is basically an exercise in unrestrained creativity. There are no rules and it doesn’t even have to make sense. If it ends up being funny that’s a nice bonus.

And then sometimes, honestly, I think it’s okay to just take a break. To just say, all right, I’ve got writer’s block on this, so I’m just…not gonna write for a while. That’s okay. Sometimes you need a recharge.

8 Studyblrs to motivate you this New Year

Originally posted by twelveslapels

As I slowly become more active on tumblr I thought I’d check out some new blogs to motivate me and wow did I hit the jackpot!

Whether I need a cute aesthetic to get me inspired, on-point advice and facts, or relatable quotes and life posts - here’s some people who do it amazingly. Prepare for a love-in! ♥️

@juliebunny-study  A neat aesthetic and a lil bit of français for motivation and inspiration.

@write-read-study  Cute, mixed blog with tips, images and, my true love: quotes

@howtogrowthefuckup  Finally!! Some useful succinct advice! Helps decode the unspoken “adult bible”. 

@sophocused  Lilac aesthetic to soothe your procrastination woes

@bulletjournaljungle Feel some handwriting envy, or feel inspired to make your notes more artsy. 

@emmastudies  Get some amazingly useful advice from someone who   seems to have seen it all!

@studywithcat  The friendliest blog for any questions, big or small, with cute pics amongst the asks. 

@intprocrastinationstudy   I feel so at home amongst the procrastination and realism of this blog, its just so bloody real   

(Should I be cringing at myself? *puts relevant gif below for distraction* )

Originally posted by theemotionmachine

ABOUT ME

I am allergic to sunflower seeds.
My skin and brain cook so fast in the daylight,
I’m pretty sure my ancestors were born underground
and grew there in the dirt, like potatoes.
I could live the rest of my life in celibacy,
but if nobody snuggles with me in the next five years, I will scream.

At night, I tuck an arm around my own waist,
trying to trust in my own existence.
I can feel soft solid stomach down there but. Still not sure I’m buying it.

There is a language that my skin, blood, and flesh never learned how to speak.
Words exist for this phenomenon,
for what sliding my eyes over a naked body does for my pulse
(which is to say: nothing at all)
I used to squeeze onto dark dance floors,
confused and amazed by the men who pressed up against me,
shocked at myself for letting them
—and also how dry and clinical my thoughts stayed,
no matter where their hands went.
But the first time my boyfriend kissed my neck, my whole vision sparkled,
so I never felt like any one thing

(There are words for not feeling like any one thing,
but what if I haven’t earned those, either?)

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This blog is primarily about my art, with a little of my politics.

Recently A GW staff member who disliked my politics and who had trolled my personal art posts with his disdain and was then blocked, decided the mature response was to collate my GW fan art into a single post to mock and deride it
as ‘The worst series of images on the entirety of this site’ (note the blog he posted this on, had images of him in his GW uniform)
I alerted his employers that he was being an asshat to company customer base. And its my understanding that they cautioned him.

After that he decided to go public and ‘DARVO’ about the issue painting himself as the poor victim who did nothing worse then dislike my art.
I decided that I needed to protect my rep, so I wrote a lengthy post (now below the cut)  

If you are reading this, you have no reason to believe ‘my side, theirs or the middle’ The only thing I can do is ask you to consider which is more likely, that a complaint was made and the company took action, or that I have insider contacts and after 14 years as a professional artist, cant handle criticism.

I have no interest in pursing this further, and my blog remains as always about my art with a little of my politics.

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