i'm gonna be creative!!11!

One of my favorite phrases my Creative Writing professor had for when you’re writing fantasy is ‘giving your story a Flux Capacitor’.

Because it’s not real, it doesn’t exist. But the way it’s thrown into Back to the Future, at no point does it throw the audience off or suspend any more disbelief than time travel would. You believe Doc when he says he created the Flux Capacitor - the thing that makes time travel possible, because the universe never questions him. 

So it essentially means like, there are going to be elements to your universe that are just not gonna make any sense, even if you set up a whole system based on it. And the only way to make it work is completely own it. You cannot second-guess your system or else the reader will too. You can give it the strangest explanation, but write it like you own it.  

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I don’t know why i did this, i just wanted an excuse

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Yep, you can use them just put credits

I have developed a habit where when a character in a book dies I just assume they’ll miraculously come back to life later before the end of the book.
Sometimes it happens. Most of the time it has not happened.

Things we can do with Trump's wall (aka coping mechanism for Mexicans)

- Paint it white and project movies on it
- Make a climbing wall
- Build houses besides it so we only have to build three walls
- Paint street art on it
- Make a fronton court
- Make an oriel
- Parkour
- Put shreds of glass on top ( just to give the Mexican vibe)
- Make a DIY board like the one in stranger things to pass messages between family and friends
- Have a massive ‘put on Trump’s wig’
- A taco stand


Cosas que podemos hacer con el muro de Trump
- Pintarlo de blanco y proyectar películas en él.
- Hacer una pared de escalar.
- Hacer casas junto a éste para solo construir tres paredes.
- Pintar arte urbano.
- Hacer una cancha de frontón.
- Hacer un mirador.
- Parkour.
- Poner pedazos de cristal hasta arriba (solo para dar la vibra mexicana).
- Hacer el alfabeto de Stranger Things para pasar mensajes entre amigos y familia (con todo y lucecitas).
- Hacer un juego masivo de “Ponle la peluca a Trump”.
-Un puesto de tacos.
~Give more ideas in the tag #things we can do with trump’s wall~ Den más ideas en #cosas que podemos hacer con el muro de trump

eighth and final backpack, Iwaizumi Hajime

thank you SO MUCH for all the support and comments I’ve gotten on this series!! It’s been incredible and means the world to me <3

backpacks 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

(and I’ll be making a masterpost of all the backpacks and headcanons soon)

Supernatural Season 11 Finale Prediction

Okay, so I’ve got a little headcanon/prediction on how the finale might go. Mainly on destiel, but who cares because I’m destiel trash™

Its almost the end if the episode: Amara is defeated, blah, blah, blah…

But Cas still hasn’t come back

Dean is trying to convince him to push Lucifer out, practically begging. “Cas, please, its over now. You don’t have to do this anymore…”

Cas FINALLY realizes that Amara is gone, that his little deal with Lucifer has run dry. That he doesn’t need Lucifer anymore. He starts to argue with Lucifer in his mind, who still wants to keep Castiel as his vessel. Forever.

Outside, Cas doesn’t say anything, but inside his mind is a full-scale argument that could turn into a fight any second. Dean is getting more worried. Why isn’t he answering, he asks himself. Doesn’t he want to come back?

Cas is trying his hardest to expel Lucifer, but Lucifer has an extremely strong hold on him. He says something about how he’s too strong for him, since he’s an archangel. That now that he has Castiel as his vessel, it will stay his vessel until HE wants to leave.

Outside, Dean is tearing up, begging harder. Cas hears him, but after a few seconds Lucifer blocks Dean’s voice out. Cas and Lucifer begin to fight.

A few minutes pass, and Lucifer forgets to keep blocking out Dean’s voice. Dean sounds like he’s crying, or just about to. Cas can’t exactly tell. But Dean IS crying.

Lucifer has an extremely strong grip on Castiel’s arm when we hear Dean’s voice. “Cas, please…We need you…I need you…”

Camera pans back to Dean’s face. “…I love you.”

Back inside Castiel’s mind, we see him with a shocked look on his face. He gives a small, barely audible gasp. He strains harder on Lucifer’s grip and breaks free. What he doesn’t know is that Lucifer let him go. Just before a bluish-white light engulfs him, about to expel him, he smirks and gives a short laugh. Castiel then successfully expels Lucifer from his vessel.

Outside, Castiel collapses to the ground, unconscious. Dean runs immediately to his side. A few seconds pass, and Cas’s eyes flutter open. Dean let’s out a huge sigh of relief and hugs him. “Cas…You’re okay.”

When he breaks away, Cas looks up at him. Dean grins. Everything’s alright, he thinks. He’s going to be okay. He’s going to smile and say my name like he always does.

Cas opens his mouth to speak, his eyes scrunching in his usual way and his head tilting slightly to the side on Dean’s arm.

“Who are you?”

Josuyasu Week: Day One
First Kiss / Confessions / Stands

josuke

bro

you missed

bro

  • *Arin and Dan both singing*
  • Arin : I wanna touch your hair!
  • Dan: That's very thoughtful!
  • Arin: Thank you for sayin so!
  • Dan: Think you'll find it soft and manageable!
  • Arin: No, it's greasy!
  • Dan: *stops singing* No it's not-it's not greasy!
  • Arin: *still singing* It's greasy and gross!
  • Dan: *still not singing* Don't spread hair rumors about me!
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Imagine:

Harry Wells being jealous of your relationship with Barry and longing to be with you, and telling you his feelings.

••• Requested by Anon •••

Jealousy isn’t a good look on anyone, least of all on Harry Wells. This particular emotion was one that he had no control over - as much as he liked to deny it - but everyone could see it plainly upon his face. Everyone except you.

It was your friendship with the notorious red speedster that had caught his attention. The way you’d wrap Barry into a close embrace you seemed to reserve specially for him after he’d come running back from rescuing a cat stuck up a tree or clapping a couple criminals in handcuffs.

Harry didn’t blame the speedster, though. That would have been illogical and completely selfish. No, he blamed himself.

The way you made his heart race and the blood rush to his cheeks whenever you said his name made him uneasy. You were everything he could have ever hoped for, but he could never find the time nor confidence to admit his feelings for you. But maybe one day you’ll see it for yourself. Maybe you’ll realise why his gaze always lingered on you, why his voice always softened whenever you were around and why he always seemed to have an excuse to stay a little while longer there on Earth One.