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My Life as a Cartoon Network Intern (and how I think you can Intern in Animation too!)

Over this past summer, I was given the amazing opportunity to be a Production Intern at Cartoon Network (I worked on Clarence; woo!)

Every once in a while I get people who either come up to me in person, or who message me on Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram etc. and ask me how I got the opportunity, and how they can intern in animation as well. Recently (Over the course of the last week or so) I’ve been asked a bunch, so I decided to create this massive master post in an attempt to get the information out to as many artists (and non-artists) as possible! 

I know a lot of people who feel like getting into the animation industry is completely impossible, (I should know, I felt the exact same way not too long ago) and I also know just how LITTLE references there actually are on finding an internship, and beyond that, the type of experiences that people who gotten the chance to intern have had. I told myself that if I got the internship, I would try to change that, and here we are! (A little late, but I really want to make this as helpful as possible)

If you all could please Reblog this to your followers I would love it! You never know who’s looking and hopefully, I can help people with my experiences! 

So to make it easier for people who don’t have the time to read all of my ramblings, AND for the sake of ease/reference; I’m going to break this post up into different sections: My Internship search My initial excitement/rejections - How I got the internship - My experience as an Intern and How Interning has helped me as an artist

My Internship search: 

Halfway through last year (My Sophomore year of college) I had decided that I would take a leap of faith and apply for some internships. I didn’t expect much of it, but my hopes were high because I thought I had at least a halfway decent portfolio, and my resume had some pretty okay animation experience on it (I’m the head of the only Animation organization on campus) and I’m majoring in animation so I had some 3D experience and 2D experience (which I’ve worked on on my own time, since it’s what I want to do) 

One of my biggest worries was the fact that I go to a state school: Southern Illinois University. The school is great, and I love it there, but I couldn’t afford art school, so I was very worried about how many opportunities there would be for me in Southern Illinois. Especially with the amount of amazing art that I see coming from people who go to schools like CalArs, Sheridan and the like. I was frustrated because I wasn’t there and felt like I would never get the opportunity to work in animation, which has been my dream since I could hold a pencil. Cartoons have changed my life, and they still do; but I was genuinely afraid that because I couldn’t afford a more art-related education, that I wouldn’t get the opportunity to tell stories like I’ve always dreamed. (But I digress) 

As I was saying: I was doing all of your standard (I want/need a job) searches to try to find something in animation: Glassdoor, Internships.com, JOBS.com; stuff like that. FUN FACT: I’ve read every single Glassdoor review for both Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon. Every Job. All of them.

Some internships are a lot easier to find: Nickelodeon, Disney, Titmouse

While some are WAAAAAY more elusive: Cartoon Network… 

This narrowed my search down from a bunch of animation studios.. to a handful. My candidates were: Nickelodeon, Dreamworks and Titmouse. (All wonderful animation studios!) Now here’s where it gets interesting:

 My initial excitement/Rejections:

I didn’t hear back from any of them! NOT ONE. Which I learned after a very long, VERY stressful waiting period. (At this time it was early to mid April) Now; I knew that I was really too young to be applying for the internships, (I’m young for my grade so I was 19 at the time) And I knew that all of these internships specified that they wanted a Junior or above, but I figured since the year was almost over and I had good grades that MAYBE, they would let me slide. But I had no real experience working in animation, and although my hopes were high, they were also reeeeeeeal low. 

After waiting for the few weeks that I did, and not hearing a peep, I was dejected, frustrated, and I felt like there was no hope for me… Which leads us to…

HOW I GOT THE INTERNSHIP: 

When it comes to how I actually GOT the job: The answer I want to give you guys is that it was complete luck, and that by a series of random occurrences, somehow I was offered the position…. BUT, that’s only half true. Honestly, I worked really hard on making sure that I had as good a résumé as I possibly could: 

By that, I mean that I’ve worked really hard in school to get good grades/dean’s list/honors program, etc.; and I also started an animation organization on campus. (There’s a major, but there was a huge lack of enthusiasm and community within the program at SIU so I wanted to help to bring other artists and myself closer, and make great art while we’re at it) 

On top of that, I wrote (what I think was) a really good cover letter. But… Even with all three of those things, I don’t know if I would have gotten the position if it wasn’t for the internship coordinator at my school. I go to Southern Illinois University, and she pointed me in the direction of the Cartoon Network internship. (The Turner website isn’t like Nickelodeon, they only post internships when there’s a position to be filled)

LUCKILY for me, the Producer of Clarence (The wonderful Keith Mack) is an alum from SIU, so he connected with the internship coordinator (bless her heart) and I learned exactly when the position opened up. My resume and things got sent straight to him. I got a Skype interview a couple of weeks later, and I got accepted the day of the interview!

So I mean… Looking back, it was half luck, half hard work. 

It’s not like the grades and stuff really matter outside of college; Grades are just arbitrary letters, after all. But, I say that to say that I’ve tried to work hard in college even though I’m not at an art school, and that if you’re focused, it doesn’t really matter WHAT you’re good at; but how hard you work and the type of person you are. You can never go to college but be an amazing artist and an amazing person, and if you meet that ONE right person, or if you’re at that ONE correct place at the correct time; amazing things can happen; and I FIRMLY believe that. 

While I was at CN I was talking to someone (I don’t know if it’s best to call her out by name?..) But anyway she was telling me about how some of the artists are found at CN and she told me that Tumblr, YES TUMBLR. Is a HUUUUUUUUGE factor in the hiring of some people! So if you can… POST POST POST! Putting your art out there is the absolute best way to get seen. You NEVER know who’s looking at your artwork, and this website is an amazing platform for sharing, and learning about art. (And as a shameless plug: The blog Artists-Everyday is actually meant for just that ;) check it ouuuuut)

But moving forward; let’s talk about: 

THE INTERVIEW:

The interview to be an intern at CN was both really intimidating, and really comfortable at the same time. I love animation pretty much more than anything, so the idea that a single interview could determine whether or not I got a life-changing opportunity was pretty much one of the most daunting things that I could think of. The fact that I was in southern Illinois RIGHT at the time that I would have had to interview really didn’t help either… It was really scary to me, because it meant that I wasn’t going to be able to interview in person. It was a Skype interview, (a group one at that) and it was my first time ever interviewing for a position online. 

Once I got past all of the initial fear, the interview was smooth sailing. They had already seen my resume and cover letter; so we really just spent a lot of time talking about casual things: my favorite animated movie, what my favorite episode of Clarence was, etc. It wasn’t like your usual interview where they ask “why would we hire you” or “what is your greatest weakness” and I really appreciated that. They weren’t robots, they weren’t the ANIMATION GODS like I was imagining in my head – they were actual people, who happen to love animation, and the interview reflected that. 

I learned that I had gotten the position the day that I interviewed, and I’m SO GLAD I didn’t have to wait any more days, because at that point I was on fire on the inside. II don’t know what the hiring process was like for interns on different shows, so don’t take my word for how long it’ll take if you make it this far) 


MY EXPERIENCE AS AN INTERN/HOW IT’S HELPED ME AS AN ARTIST:

There is no one word to describe how amazing it is to work at Cartoon Network. A lot of CN stuff is “hush hush” high security, and they don’t allow you to take pictures of the inside of the buildings - So I’m not going to say much, other than: It’s magic. Pure magic. But I will say one thing: Free food. AT ALL TIMES. EVERY DAY. 

Working there is one of the most creatively satisfying things I’ve ever done in my life. The people, the atmosphere… it was all so inspiring. I’ve learned more in those past three months than I have in the last two years, and It’s all because I was surrounded by so many people who are better than me. People, who I might add, are some of the greatest, nicest, and most helpful people I’ve met in a long time. Plus, Cartoon Network really goes out on a limb to take care of their employees. 

I got to sit in on voice actors doing their recordings, I got to see storyboard pitches, I got to see animatics and assets for episodes that were unaired, and it was all being created right in front of me by such PASSIONATE people. 

I EVEN GOT TO MEET TOM KENNY. He remembered my name… 

As a production intern you get to see the logistic side of things: and you really grow to appreciate Production and that side of the industry, because without the production team, there would be no show! Even though I want to be a storyboard artist, I now know more about the industry and Cartoon Network as a whole, and it makes me feel much more connected to the shows that I watch on television.

One of the other biggest things about the program is the fact that I got to take storyboard/character design tests for practice, and I got the chance to pitch a show to the studio, in front of the Clarence Crew and even some really important executives! which was an AMAZING opportunity that I learned a TON from. I got amazing feedback, and I had to push myself harder than I’ve ever pushed myself before. Mentally, artistically, and personally. 


IN CONCLUSION

It’s possible. Being an intern at an animation studio is possible. Getting a job in animation is possible. Making friends in animation, and actually feeling like you belong to something you’ve dreamed about since you were a child is POSSIBLE. It doesn’t matter where you go to school, it doesn’t matter if you’re afraid, and it doesn’t matter what you look like. People are drawn to people who are genuine; and if you love animation, or production, or storyboarding or character design, and you work hard and try to really open yourself up artistically; you CAN do it. Take it from the 20 year old black guy who loves anime, video games and cartoons. You can do it. 


I don’t know how many people will see this or how helpful it actually is; but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE feel free to share this info with your followers, and on top of that if you guys EVER have any questions about my experiences or need me to clarify anything for ANY reason you’re absolutely welcome to contact me! 

I know how many people would love to intern, and I know (from experience) how DREADFUL It is to find conducive information about how the process works and how YOU can get an internship. 

Hope you guys stuck with this post till the end, and like I said if you ever have any more questions, (hell, or if you even want to share YOUR art with me… I’m always open!) 

TL;DR:                  This Gif Sums it Up 

-Sean 

One Direction’s Niall Horan Going in Another Direction?

Horan pictured above at the Grammy Universal Music Group after party on February 12

Could the One Direction star be in the process of cutting ties with fellow band members?

Niall Horan (23) posted on his twitter earlier today about his electricity woes, having been without power for the past 24 hours.

Pictured above, the One Direction star’s tweet about his power outage

With a net worth of £33 million ($47.53 million) as of last year, fans online are wondering if something isn’t wrong in the life of their favourite Irish singer.

“He’s a multi-millionaire, why didn’t he just go stay in a hotel?”, questioned one anonymous fan, “What would he even do at home for 24 hours without power?”

Another fan who was equally dumbfounded said: “If he’s so rich why doesn’t he just pay somebody to fix the problem already?”

But the most interesting comment came from a fan who asked “Why wouldn’t he just stay with some of his equally rich fellow band mate best friends? If my best friend was without power for 24 hours I wouldn’t leave them to stay alone in their own house.” We here at the AAS couldn’t help but wonder the same thing so we reached out to Horan’s band mates for commentary.

Liam Payne pictured above with rapper Drake working on the album to come out “soon”

Unfortunately, fellow band member Liam Payne (23) who is currently searching for his elusive solo album, to come out “soon”, and is busy answering fans’ questions on twitter could not be reached for commentary. Zayn Malik (24), who may or may not be a former member of the band could also not be reached for commentary as he is currently occupied with being persistently prospective ‘super model’ Gigi Hadid’s boyfriend prop for her Instagram photo ops.

Malik and Hadid pictured above in a recent pic with Malik sporting an old hair style from last year

However, we were able to contact Horan’s fellow band members and rich husbands Louis Tomlinson (25) and Harry Styles (23) who refuse to let Horan who has been without power for longer than anybody can remember to stay in their meditation tea house. Styles commented:

“That hat man, he really needs to step up his style if he wants to put one foot inside our meticulously decorated tea house. There’s vintage furniture in there, one of a kind stuff!”

The Tomlinson-Styles’ meditation tea house

Tomlinson added: “Never really liked the lad. Was always weirdly invested in our relationship. I think it all began when he started to care more about golf than football. More than football!”

Horan on one of his frequent trips to the green

“I really think he stalks my husband. He likes all of his pictures moments after they’re posted. Even the fans don’t get to the pictures that fast!” Styles said. “Honestly, I think this power outage was a sign. It’s time to move on. Our relationship involves two people, not three, even though he seems to think otherwise.”

Tomlinson and Styles pictured on a date at the 2015 American Music Awards

“He calls himself captain, you know? Of our ship. We caught him once dancing and dressed like a sailor. It’s at the point where we really feel like he should keep his distance from us,” Styles explained.

“This past year and a half away from Niall has been a wonderful and much appreciated break, but when I went solo he was right in our faces again and wouldn’t leave me and me social media alone. It was frankly quite disturbing,” Louis added, troubled.

Horan and band members discussing Valentine’s Day plans and Horan showcasing his investment in Styles and Tomlinson’s relationship early on in the band’s career

“You know he started a fight with Steve once, saying that he wouldn’t take his place as my biggest fan even over Niall’s dead body. He’s gone mad, I tell you. Did you know he once sent me a truck load of footballs just because I like the sport? We just don’t know what to do. He needs to stop,” Tomlinson said.

“He forgets that I have been and always will be Lou’s biggest fan,” Styles complained, “We had some good times together as a band, we really did, but Niall needs to move on. It’s not 2012 anymore. Somewhere along the way his obsession with us went from cute and endearing to creepy and annoying.”

Louis Tomlinson and Steve Aoki pictured above who have recently been working together and released their single “Just Hold On”

Who knew it would come out in 2017 that Niall Horan is the cause of the band’s split thanks to a simple tweet about a power outage?

(for my love @rated-l-for-larry without whom half this shitpost wouldn’t be possible. you asked for it and i delivered. hope you enjoy 😘)

What's going on here? Here's what I think...

We all saw these pics and thought “Awww. My Kalagang shipping heart can’t handle this.”

Thanks to @velrudi for the hi res pics ❤

And since I’m obsessed with Max’ eyes, and in search of his ever elusive heterochromia, I zoomed the hell out of the pics when I noticed this…

What this is exactly, I have no idea, but my hyperactive imagination told me it’s lipstick (or chocolate, or coffee, or he cut himself shaving while wearing his shirt. It could be anything really)

Could this be what Tina was trying to wipe off/hide? Maybe.

Maybe she even put it there? Well, my imagination thinks she did and is sticking to this theory because it likes it … alot … despite this probably being something else entirely that actually makes sense.

Books on Ted Bundy

I already had a few asks about it so I decided to put together a list of the ultimate books on Ted Bundy. It’s a work in progress, and I might add more in the future!

The Only Living Witness : The true story of serial sex killer Ted Bundy by Stephen G. Michaud & Hugh Aynesworth 

Michaud and Aynesworth are a reporter and an investigator team who interviewed serial killer Ted Bundy while he was on death row in Florida. This volume chronicles his activities throughout several states but is at its best in a long section of transcripts from the interview in which, while he never admits his quilt, Bundy offers vivid details of the crimes and commentary on the mindset of a serial killer.

The Stranger Beside Me by Ann Rule 

The Stranger Beside Me is a 1980 autobiographical and biographical true crime book written by Ann Rule about the serial killer Ted Bundy, whom she knew personally before and after his arrest for a series of murders.

Note : It’s a good book but her perception of Ted is often off base. It’s better to be read with some distance as she perpetuated some fake myths like the long parted hair in the middle, but it’s overall a good read with an interesting point of view from someone who worked with him and hanged out socially a few times with him.

Ted Bundy : Conversations with a Killer, The Death Row Interviews by Stephen G. Michaud & Hugh Aynesworth 

Drawn from more than 150 hours of exclusive tape-recorded interviews with Bundy, this collection provides shocking insights into the killer’s 11th-hour confessions before his death in a Florida electric chair. A unique, horrifying self portrait of one of the most savage sex killers in history.

The Riverman by Robert D. Keppel 

After a search of over twenty years, one of America’s most elusive serial killers was finally apprehended. Now, read the true story of one man’s attempt to get inside the mind of the Green River Killer July 15, 1982: 3 woman’s strangled body was filed, caught on the pilings of Washington state’s Green River. Before long, the “Green River Killer” would be suspected in at least forty-nine more homicides, with no end in sight. Then the authorities received an unbelievable letter from the infamous serial killer Ted Bundy – then on Florida’s death row – offering to help catch the Green River Killer. But he would only talk to one man: Robert Keppel, the former homicide detective who had helped track Bundy’s cross-county killing spree. Now these conversations are revealed, in which Bundy speculates about the motive and methods of the Green River Killer – and reveals his own twisted secrets as well. Now, as never before, we look into the face of evil … and into the heart of a killer.

The Phantom Prince : My Life with Ted Bundy by Elizabeth Kendall 

One of my personal favorite, it’s a kind of autobiography written by Elizabeth Kloepfer about her 7 years relationship with Ted. It gives the best insight on how he acted around someone close to him and on his every day life. It’s a must read! 

Defending the Devil : My story as Ted Bundy’s last lawyer by Polly Nelson 

As a brand-new lawyer, Polly Nelson was offered serial-killer Ted Bundy’s case as a pro bono project for her prestigious Washington, DC law firm just weeks before he was scheduled to be executed. Defending the Devil is a unique and candid look at the Bundy case and at Nelson’s three-year personal battle to balance her duties as a lawyer, her compassion for human life, and the inhuman crimes her client had committed.

Through the obstacles and setbacks faced by Nelson there was Ted Bundy himself. While his crimes show the extremely violent side of his personality, there were many other sides –many other extreme sides–that the public never saw. Ranging from shy and defensive to a narcissistic performer, Bundy professed his innocence by day while offering confessions to the police and helping the FBI at night. His own worst enemy, Bundy seemed never to understand the severity of his crimes, the punishment, or the public’s reaction to them. Through it all stood Nelson, defending him from both the system and himself.

I’m Not Guilty : The Case of Ted Bundy by Al Carlisle Ph.D. 

Dr. Al Carlisle evaluated Bundy for the Utah court when he was first arrested in 1975 and conducted extensive interviews with him after that. Carlisle has painstakingly reconstructed the life of Ted Bundy through conversations with his friends, family, neighbors, lovers, investigators, and surviving victims—and with the killer himself. I’M NOT GUILTY finally answers the questions about Bundy’s own crimes through a fictional dialogue between Carlisle and Bundy on the day before his execution, and sheds light on the development of the violent mind.

The Bundy Murders : A Comprehensive History by Kevin Sullivan 

Theodore Bundy was one of the more infamous, and flamboyant, American serial killers on record, and his story is a complex mix of psychopathology, criminal investigation, and the U.S. legal system. This in-depth examination of Bundy’s life and his killing spree that totaled dozens of victims is drawn from legal transcripts, correspondence and interviews with detectives and prosecutors. Using these sources, new information on several murders is unveiled. The biography follows Bundy from his broken family background to his execution in the electric chair.

The Trail of Ted Bundy : Digging up the untold stories by Kevin Sullivan 

Within the pages of The Trail of Ted Bundy : Digging Up the Untold Stories, you’ll hear the voices - many for the first time - of some of Ted Bundy’s friends, as they bring to light the secrets of what is was like to know him while he was actively involved in murder. The stories of his victims are here as well, as told by their friends, including the information and anecdotes that didn’t make it into the investigative files and are being published here for the first time. Two of the former detectives who worked with author Kevin Sullivan during the writing of his widely-acclaimed book, The Bundy Murders, return to aid readers in fully understanding Bundy’s murderous career; it’s ripple-effect impact on those who came into contact with him in one way or another, and dispelling commonly held myths.

The Trail of Ted Bundy is a journey back in time, to when Ted Bundy was killing young woman and girls in the Pacific Northwest and beyond. It’s told by those who knew him, and you’ll hear their revealing stories, many being voiced and put to print for the very first time. The friends of the victims are here as well, and they too share their insights about the victims, and some of what they tell here had been held back from the investigators, such was their commitment to their deceased friends. It’s also the story of those who hunted Bundy; those who guarded him, and those who otherwise were a part of this strange case one way or another.

The Bundy Secrets : Hidden Files on America’s Worst Serial Killer by Kevin Sullivan 

Within the pages of The Bundy Secrets : Hidden Files Of America’s Worst Serial Killer is a unique, never-before-published look at the investigations undertaken to stop the depredations of America’s most infamous serial killer, Ted Bundy. Presented here in an easy-to-follow chronology are the raw, unedited and most fascinating official case files as they appeared to the detectives from the Pacific Northwest to the Rocky Mountains to Florida. 

Ted Bundy : A Visual Timeline by Rob Dielenberg 

Ted Bundy was, and still is, an enigma. This book goes part way towards dismantling some of the mythos that has been built up around him over the 40 years since he first came to light. It does this by presenting – in chronological order – all the important available information on Ted gleaned from books, archives, TV, film, newspaper articles, essays, police reports, court transcripts, and original sources, so that readers can make up their own minds. If you are a student of abnormal psychology and/or criminology you will find this book an invaluable resource in answering most, if not all, the questions you ever wanted to ask about Ted. This book may not be the last word on him, but it is without doubt the most exhaustively researched to date.

In Defense of Denial: Ted Bundy’s Final Prison Interview 1989 

In 1989, shortly before his execution, Ted Bundy met with Robert Keppel in what would be his final confession to the events that had occurred some years prior in Washington State. Although much of this confession has been published in other forms and through various media outlets, this is the original version of that confession as provided by an FOIA request made in June of 2015. It contains more of the interview than has been discussed over the years.  It was released in transcribed form by the King County Sheriff Office.

Reflections on Green River : The letters of, and conversations with Ted Bundy, edited and compiled by Sara 

“Reflections on Green River” contains a collection of original letters written by Ted Bundy to the Green River Task Force in 1984.  It also contains the original transcriptions of the recorded interview with Ted in 1984 and in 1988.  In 1984 the interview centered on Ted Bundy’s evaluation of the Green River killings but it also discussed a suspect in the case as well and went into detail about the dump sites and Ted’s intuition that the Green River killer was moving up and down I-5 corridor possibly more than police were aware of.  Bundy also analyzed the disappearances of the women associated to the Green River Killer and those that he felt could be associated.  The 1988 interview centers around Ted’s evaluation of questionnaires related to crime being developed in Washington State as well as discussions related to serial killing.  These interviews and letters were talked of in some measure in other books but this collection is more complete than most other sources.  It is a very important text for those researching the Bundy era.

anonymous asked:

Can I request a Connor Murphy x reader, please? Could reader be really shy and blush a lot and wear oversized sweaters? I just really love oversized sweaters and Connor Murphy-

Title: Don’t Fight
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A/N 1: I feel like my writing is getting worse with every post lmao sorry. IDK WHAT HAPPENED AT THE END. If you see any mistakes let me know!

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a itty bitty prompt of maybe the big three finding an old tape of Tony, when he was young and a punk playing in a band, blown away by his singing voice. That we all know RDJ has in real life. XXXX

I read old tape and I’m doing old tape and these boys won’t know what hit them.

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Finding the tape had been a complete accident. They had been in a middle of raiding the old stacks of ‘ancient’ boxes that Tony had unlovingly stashed away in the deepest and most hidden closet to ever exist to search for the elusive pictures of baby Tony that they knew existed somewhere. Tony had refused to hand them over or revealed their locations and had forbidden Rhodey from offering any of his own pictures of teen Tony during their time at MIT.

Not easily diverted the three decided if Tony wasn’t going to offer them willingly, they would go on a massive hunt for them, all secretly of course. They couldn’t risk Tony burning them as a last retort. After some careful inquiring and a bribe or two they managed to learn about the stacks of boxes that haven’t been touched in years and the possible locations for it. Believing the closet to be the most obvious they quickly went through a treasure hunt to find it and were rewarded with four cardboard boxes covered in dust and taped shut. Steve and Bucky didn’t even bother to find a sharp object to cut through the tape, tearing it open with their hands.

They were positive Tony would’ve swoon from the sight had he been there to see it.

The first box didn’t give them anything worth the effort. The second box was no better. The third at least had some old Captain America merchandise, masks and action figures that haven’t seen the light of day in a long time and gave them something to tease Tony about. The fourth box, however, was a gold mine. Inside were chains and belts and thick leather bracelets with spikes and even a pair of boots that seemed to go up to the knees. The find in itself was enough to make them coo and aww at the idea of Tony wearing what was referred to as ‘punk’ style, but it was the two items hidden under the boots that had shifted enough after Steve yanked the box out of Bucky’s arm that that had them itching to hear what was recorded.

It was an old tape and a cassette player. On the tape the words “not worth it” was written on it in chicken scratch that didn’t belong to Tony. The player, to their surprise, still worked and whirred to life, clicking open after Bucky had pressed a button on it. The three exchanged looks, agreeing it was now or never and understanding what they were getting themselves into.

They placed the player in the middle and carefully inserted the tape, fearful that one rough move would cause the entire thing to combust. T’Challa was silent assigned as the button presser and started the tape. They were instantly assaulted by the sounds of a very loud crowd in the distant. People were screaming and cheering and chanting words they couldn’t distinguish. For seconds it continued like this until eventually a voice was heard loud and clear, yet still somewhat obscured.

“You better be grateful for this, Tones. I swear I saw this chick with more piercings than bracelets and she had bracelets covering her entire arm. There needs to be a limit there.”

The three gaped at hearing the voice that could only belong to James Rhodes. It was clear he was the one recording the tape, but what in the world was he doing in an environment he obviously didn’t want to be at?

Another moment of screaming. “Finally, you’re coming up.”

The crowd, in what seemed as an impossible feat, hushed down to murmurs and stomps. The three held their breath, waiting for what was to happen. It had to be something big, considering it was recorded by Rhodey and was hidden in a box instead of thrown away so it had sentimental value.

None of them were ready for what was actually on the tape.

It started off powerful and rough and slowly grew and grew, overtaking the murmurs and causing the speakers of the player to tremble slightly.

Steve, Bucky and T’Challa all saw each other’s mouths drop when they realized… Tony was singing.

Tony’s starting note continued to rise until eventually it broke as he reached his peak and began his vocals, fast and confident and it drove the crowd crazy. They cheered again and there were faint noises of hard things hitting the floor that sounded suspiciously of bodies doing so. Possibly fainting, they concluded. Had they not been in so much shock themselves they probably would have fainted on the spot as well because, holy shit.

“Louder, Tones! Bring the roof down!” They heard Rhodey scream.

Steve and Bucky scrambled to grab the player, wanting it closer. They struggled, bit and kicked and put up a heck of a fight only to have T’Challa snatch the player right out of their hands and hold it above them.

Tony released another note, one that really did cause them to clutch their chest and lie on the floor as they no longer could support themselves.

“Shit,” Bucky whispered while staring at the ceiling.

“Agreed,” T’Challa began questioning his life.

“We need to find Tony,” Steve managed and while the three nodded to the plan none of them made the effort to move and search for their genius.

Instead, when the recording stopped, “Play it again.”

They lost track of how long they were in that closet for, but after Tony found them hours later, rag dolls on the ground and clutching the player for dear life, they decided they didn’t care. It was all worth it.

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Seemed fitting to include this right here

Saga #43 

NEW STORY ARC BEGINS FOR JUST 25 CENTS!!! SAGA returns monthly with a brave new direction, and to celebrate Image’s 25th Anniversary, this full-sized issue costs just 25 cents! In a perfect jumping-on point for first-time readers, Hazel and her star-crossed parents embark on a thrilling new adventure at the westernmost edge of the universe. 

Saga #44

Hazel and her family search for elusive treasure: affordable healthcare.

Saga issues 43 and 44, coming out on May 31 and June 28, respectively

The female authors aren’t hiding...

Why is this still a thing? I just saw yet another article trying to recommend a few female authors as though they’re some rare species. The suggestions turned out to be just as boring as every other list: Rowling, Austen, Rowling, Bronte, Rowling.

I don’t know why people keep struggling to come up with 5 amazing female authors (or even making these lists. Like whyyy). So let me now walk over to my bookshelf and rattle off some names of my favorite modern female authors… (also, enjoy my attempt to break my endless “YA fantasy” books into groups). 

If you’re searching for that super elusive book written by a woman, try:

Dystopian

  • Veronica Roth
  • Lauren Oliver
  • Kristin Cashore
  • Veronica Rossi
  • Beth Revis
  • Marie Lu
  • Tahereh Mafi
  • Suzanne Collins
  • Susan Ee
  • Suzanne Young
  • Jennifer Wilson
  • Amy Engel

Fantasy

  • Samantha Shannon
  • Evelyn Skye
  • A.C. Gaughen
  • Jessica Khoury
  • Alwyn Hamilton
  • Marissa Meyer
  • Heidi Heilig
  • Libba Bray
  • Leslye Walton
  • Janet Lee Carey
  • Jennifer McGowan
  • Diana Peterfreund
  • JK Rowling
  • Janet B. Taylor
  • Laini Taylor
  • Robin LaFevers
  • Erin Morgenstern
  • Kendare Blake
  • Amie Kaufman
  • Kerstin Gier
  • Kiersten White
  • Melanie Dickerson
  • Melissa Landers
  • KM Shea
  • Alison Goodman
  • Elizabeth May
  • Kiera Cass
  • Renee Ahdieh
  • Marion Zimmer Bradley
  • Alexandra Bracken
  • Romina Russell
  • Deborah Harkness
  • Diana Gabaldon
  • Madeline Miller
  • Julie Eshbaugh

High Fantasy

  • Sarah J Maas
  • Maria V. Snyder
  • Mary E. Pearson
  • Sara B. Larson
  • Jennifer A. Nielsen
  • Shannon Hale
  • Stephanie Garber
  • Diana Wynne Jones
  • Stacey Jay
  • Erin Summerill
  • Leigh Barudgo
  • Hannah West
  • Sabaa Tahir
  • Victoria Aveyard
  • Rosamund Hodge
  • Melina Marchetta
  • Rae Carson
  • Naomi Novik
  • Susan Dennard
  • Wendy Higgins
  • V.E. Schwab
  • Gail Carson Levine
  • CJ Redwine
  • Katherine Roberts
  • Sara Raasch
  • Erika Johansen
  • Rachel Hartman
  • Juliet Marillier
  • Livia Blackburne
  • Sophie Jordan
  • Tamora Pierce
  • Sandra Waugh
  • Marie Rutkoski
  • Elise Kova
  • Angie Sage
  • Amy Tintera
  • Sarah Fine
  • Jodi Meadows
  • Cinda Williams Chima
  • Morgan Rhodes
  • Sherry Thomas
  • Danielle L. Jensen
  • Colleen Oakes
  • Melissa Grey
  • Sarah Ahiers
  • Lori M. Lee
  • Roshani Chokshi

Modern Fantasy

  • Cassandra Clare
  • Rachel Hawkins
  • Stephanie Meyer
  • Jennifer L. Armentrout
  • Kami Garcia
  • Claudia Gray
  • Julie Kagawa
  • Maggie Stiefvater
  • Kaitlin Bevis
  • Aimee Carter
  • Holly Black
  • Cynthia Hand
  • Richelle Mead
  • Temple West
  • Alex Flinn
  • Kresley Cole
  • Josephine Angelini
  • Lisa Maxwell
  • Zoraida Cordova

Contemporary

  • Rainbow Rowell
  • Jenny Han
  • Morgan Matson
  • Sarah Dessen
  • Kasie West
  • Jennifer Longo
  • Anna Breslaw
  • Sonya Mukherjee
  • Huntley Fitzpatrick
  • Melissa Keil
  • Brodi Ashton
  • Jennifer Niven
  • Katherine Catmull
  • Miranda Kenneally
  • Eileen Cook
  • Sandy Hall
  • Jenn Marie Thorne
  • Sarah Strohmeyer
  • Stephanie Perkins
  • Danika Stone
  • Elizabeth Eulberg
  • Jandy Nelson
  • Carolyn Mackler
  • Ali Novak
  • Ann Brashares
  • Tamara Ireland Stone
  • Gwenda Bond
  • Stacey Lee
  • Nina LaCour

(Sorry to Leigh Bird Dog and anyone else whose name autocorrect couldn’t deal with if I didn’t catch it).

These are just the books I happened to glance at, so feel free to add! And then maybe this can stop being a thing…

Terushima Week Day 1: Confessions

Image commissioned from @ikipin, posted with permission. 

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They’re not the most conventional of couples.

Yuuji is bright, loud, wild at heart; he loves surfing, online gaming and going for walks at three in the morning. He’s friendly and talkative, he likes to spend time with his friends and he sometimes gets a little too riled up. He is emotional and sweet, and feels everything with his entire being. Happiness, sadness, anger; he’s quick to feel them all, and feel them wholly.

Daichi is calm, steady, and he has the biggest heart; he spends his afternoons reading mystery novels, he loves baking and listening to thunderstorms. He’s kind and quiet, only being loud when he needs to, and he finds enjoyment in his time spent alone. He’s confident in himself, and in those that he loves, and he’s often unbothered by what anyone has to say.

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Hiccups

Author: @riversong-sam
Word Count: 464
Parings:
John x Daughter!Reader , Boys x Sister!Reader
Warnings:  angst, fluff
A/N: I hope you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated. there will be more to this.

A figure waited in the shadows until they saw John Winchester arrive back in the motel room he left his two boys in. they wait patiently, a few more hours wouldn’t make a difference after almost a year of searching for the elusive hunter.
**
A brief yet loud knock awoke John from his light slumber. Cursing quietly he grabbed the gun he slept with and glanced at his boys asleep in the next bed. Quietly he got up and went to the door unlocking it and opening it slightly. Nobody was there so he opened it further for a better look only to discover a tiny basket. Scanning the area he saw no one and was about to leave the basket when he heard a tiny whimper. His eyes widen and he bends down scooping up the tiny infant girl. A note flutters to the ground and he careful bends to retrieve it.
“She’s yours, her name is (Y/N). Took me the entire pregnancy and two months to track you down. Good luck she’s your problem now.”  
John cursed again and took (Y/N) inside. What kind of terrible person didn’t want their child?
“Daddy?” Dean looks up at him, some point the boy must have woken up.
“Go back to bed Dean.”
“Who’s that?” he points to the little one in his arms.
“We’ll speak in the morning back to bed Dean.”
The six year old nods and lays back by Sam. Sighing John rocked (Y/N) who was now awake staring at him with big blue orbs.
“Shh princess” he says softly “Daddy’s here now and I’ll always want you.”
Four hours later he’s woken again by a soft cry getting persistently louder. Sitting up he picks (Y/N) up from her basket by his bed.
*Hiccup* she whimpers and cries *Hiccup* again she cries.
“Shh (Y/N)” he paces the tiny motel. It does little to soothe as her hiccups and cries worsen. John finds the binky she was left with and tries that. It works momentarily before (Y/N) cries more the hiccups hurting her. He lays down with her and gently rubs her belly and again tries to get her to suckle the binky.
“Daddy?” little Sammy asks.
“Yes Sam?”
“Baby?” he’s only two John understand he won’t understand yet.
“Yes it’s a baby.” He looks over both sons awake.
“Why?”
“She’s your little sister bud.”
Sammy nods and lays back down accepting the answer easily. Dean cocks a brow but knows better than to ask.
“Go back to sleep boys.”
(Y/N) was calm now her hiccups subsiding as he keeps gently rubbing her tummy. He smiles softly and waits until she’s asleep again. He’s head out with them in the morning they needed stuff for (Y/N) before heading to Bobby’s a while.

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DAY 3329

Jalsa, Mumbai                    May 9/10,  2017                  Tue/Wed 12:59 am




When the body exhibits traits of  functional prowess, of being an alien to pain .. of being a being, to allow that sentiment to percolate all factions of our living world .. then may it be known, that we are in close proximity to what is commonly known as a pseudo ‘nirvaan’ ..

I am not a propagator of this most vital state of mankind, one that is rendered divine, in the absence of the true divinity - if at all it exists. I am but optimistic of its understanding among those that reach far from the clutches of such entities. That is all ..

A domino effect in reality does occur, it may today, it may here right now, or the morrow .. but when it does, it indicates that at the end the dominoes, they are all flattened ..

Life in search of that elusive ‘nirvaan’, could be arduous and filled with challenges of the most peculiar kind .. ever tried one .. ?








There was a challenge at the hour of the setting sun among probable rain clouds, to be incapable of writing a column a diary an article, on the instincts of romance ..

And never to shy away from such dimensional challenge, I did look forward for the corrections to be made, and to make it more explanatory, when ever the book or the column were ready to express itself .. in as few a words as possible .. !!

The project failed today .. it shall not tomorrow .. or .. well..  actually not tomorrow either .. it has just failed .. 

BUT if there is demand .. much like the demands from workers for a salary raise, I shall willingly do it .. but not today .. some other day ..

Thank you for the keen sense of understanding that you give me .. 

Good night

Amitabh Bachchan

juneookami  asked:

One-word prompt for you, mom: chocolate. I just really need more after all your metas on this.

Oho, I like it. Lets see now…


“This one?” Ursula said, holding the chocolate up for Vlad’s inspection. The vampire didn’t even bother to take it from her, they’d been going through the box of chocolates one by one since Nathan had brought them home, searching for the elusive strawberry cream.

“You know what would help this problem,” Vlad began, allowing her to place the chocolate to his lips, “color coded wrapping, or a card telling you what each one is meant to be.” He bit down delicately with one fang and winced, “Toffee.”

Ursula’s shoulders dropped as she thought the idea over, popping the hardened chocolate into her mouth with non of the fear of someone who had ever lost a tooth to Northlander toffee. “You know I think that’s one of the best ideas I’ve ever heard.”

“Hmm.” Vlad hummed with amusement, reaching over to claim one of the candies which he knew to be coffee from the way Ursula had daintily stuck her finger into it and promptly relegated it to the defect pile. So far hazelnut and black cherry had joined it. Vlad was a fan of neither. In fact he was rapidly losing his sweet tooth the longer this game went on for, but Ursula didn’t seem to mind. He supposed it was in her nature to crave sweetness.

“Perhaps next time Nathan can just ask them for a pound of strawberry cream,” he said, watching with amusement as her entire face lit up like the morning sun.

“Do you think they would?”

“I think if Nathan asks anyone to do anything they’ll do it.” He snorted and bit down into another proffered chocolate. “Ew, marzipan.”

“Yick,” Ursula agreed, and threw it across the room, not even bothering to put it in the defect pile. “Oh this one’s caramel,” she informed him, and popped the whole thing in his mouth before he could protest.

The door to their private quarters opened and Nathan stepped in, pausing to smile at them cuddled together on  the couch. Vlad quashed the urge to lift his arm away from around her shoulders, reminding himself that he was not only allowed to be doing this, but actively encouraged by both of them. It was all still so new and wonderful. “Are you two still playing with that box?”

Vlad, still trying to unstuck his mouth from the caramel, coughed. “We’re trying to find Sue’s favorite.”

Nathan paused, coming to lean against the back of the couch and peering down at them. “By sticking your finger into them.”

“And fangs.” Ursula smiled up at him.

“You realize you have a werewolf who can smell what each one is, right?” He asked, grinning lopsidedly at the two of them, “You could have just asked.”

“This way is more fun,” Ursula informed him primly, sticking her finger into the base of another one and perking up happily as she bit into it properly, “Ooh violet.”

Nathan turned his gaze to Vlad. “Do vampire’s get the sugar sickness?”

“I think we may find out,” Vlad informed him, reaching out to take the another coffee flavored one, trying to clear the sickly sweetness of the caramel from his tongue.

He tilted his head back, intent on asking Nathan if he’d found the paperwork in his study, when the werewolf leant over and claimed his mouth in a fiercely passionate kiss, tongue licking into his mouth and sucking the air from his lungs until he was dizzy. When the other man drew back, Vlad was left dazed and bemused as to why he had stopped.

And then reality kicked in and he scowled.

“You just did that for a taste of the chocolate,” he accused, and Nathan fixed him with a toothy grin, as Ursula laughed at his indignation.

“I have no idea, what you’re talking about.”

“Your mouth is going red.”

“Worth it.” Nathan replied, already stalking off towards the vanity in the next room to rinse his mouth out with salt and water.

“He knows it’s bad for him. Bloody werewolf,” Vlad muttered, settling back on the couch. He raised an eyebrow at Ursula, mouth drawn shut in a tightly smug smile like the cat who had caught the canary. “What?”

He was surprised when she moved the box out of the way, shoving him to lay flat against the armrest of the couch as she crawled up the length of him, settling her weight over his abdomen as she leant over to press her mouth to his, claiming him just as fiercely as Nathan had, if not more so. When she drew back, still smiling, Vlad lay gasping for several seconds, blinking to try and pull his brain back into his skull where it belonged. He was just about to lean up and pull her back down for more when he realized what he could taste, sucking his tongue around his fangs with interest.

“Strawberry cream?” 

Ursula grinned at him, stretching out languidly on top him. “Told you we’d find it.”

Lost Time
Little Comets
Lost Time

Little Comets // Lost Time

Just like the waves, you made me feel so ill
So up and down, I wish that you’d be still

Watch Out Below (19)

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Thorin had been locked up in the throne room for days. Meanwhile, the rest of you had been searching the Mountain for the elusive Arkenstone. Despite his hunger for his rightful gem, you hoped that the king would never find it. You could only imagine him getting worse and as it was, you could barely look at him for the stabbing in caused in your chest.

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Holding You

A/N: There my brain goes again. I was listening to Wicked last night and I got to “As Long As You’re Mine,” which immediately made me think of a fic where Emily and the Reader are together. She gets attacked by Doyle in season 6, leaves the hospital, and has one night with her girlfriend before leaving for witness protection. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn

                                                              —-

The week before the attack she told you she loved you - and now this. A man from her past, Ian Doyle, came back to haunt her, her team, and by extension, you. She’d barely made it through alive, and in the eyes of her teammates, she hadn’t. Emily Prentiss was dead. But you knew differently, as did two of her teammates who you’d never met before.

She was on her way to the safe house where you were staying. One night. One night was all you had before you had to pretend your girlfriend was dead and go about your life as you normally would. No matter what she said, and you knew what she’d say the moment she saw you, you’d wait for as long as it took to put Doyle back behind bars. You were in love with her. You wouldn’t desert her now. No way.

I’ll make every last moment last, as long as you’re mine

When you saw the door open, your heart skipped a beat. Even after all that, being staked in the side for fucks sake, she still looked just as beautiful - tired, but she was beautiful just the same. “Hey baby,” you whispered, hugging her softly. When you saw her in the hospital, she was so fragile you hadn’t even been able to touch her, but she’d been recovering for six weeks now. As you pressed your lips to hers, you could feel her hesitancy. You knew what was coming. 

“Hey, love,” she said. For a few moments, you just stood in the doorway trading kisses back and forth. “I have to leave tomorrow morning.”

“I know.”

“I don’t want you to wait for me.” There it was. She ran her fingers through your hair and pulled you back to take a close look at you, probably memorizing your features for when they weren’t in front of her any longer. 

You grasped her face in your hands and parted her lips with yours. “I want to wait. Me. My decision.” She was about to give you a litany of reasons why you shouldn’t wait, but you didn’t want to hear them. “From what you’ve told me about your team, they won’t stop until Doyle is found and Declan is safe. I love you, Emily Prentiss. And I won’t desert you now. When you come home, I’ll be here.”

A stream of heated tears flowed down her face as she took you in her arms and backed you into the bedroom. 

Kiss me too fiercely
Hold me too tight

“God, I’ve missed you,” she breathed against your chest. “I can’t believe we have to do this.” This. Witness protection. Not your usual reason for separation. Her lips glided up through the hollow of your breasts, around your neck and ended at your ear, where she bit down gently, sending a shockwave through your body. 

You responded in kind, sliding your hands under her shirt and over the now slightly raised scar from where she’d been staked by that bastard. “Just as beautiful,” you said, feeling her pull away slightly as you ran your finger over the scar. Once backed up into the bed, you fell, catching her and removing her shirt and bra while she did the same for you. There was a moment, when you first found out about Doyle’s attack on her, that she was going to die and you were never going to be able to touch her again. You never imagined you’d be here.

My wildest dreamings
Could not foresee
Lying beside you
With you wanting me

Clothes were shed and soon you found yourselves tangled around each other, a mess of limbs and lips. As you made love to the woman you adored for what would be the last time for a long time, you took in her scent, the soft velveteen feel of her skin against yours, the silkiness of her hair as it made its way through your fingers…everything. You were determined to remember in detail everything she was to you as you waited for her return. “I love you, Emily,” you cried.

“Don’t cry,” she said, her eyes glazing over. “You’ll make me cry.” She rolled you over and seemingly did the same, running her lips and hands over every inch of you. With reckless abandon, you both began to grind against each other, in search of that ever elusive connection with each other. When that crescendo finally came, you clutched onto each other for dear life, collapsing into the bed and curling into each other. “I don’t want to leave,” she cried, pulling you toward her.

After all she’d been through, it was amazing she hadn’t broken down before. Despite the fact that you wanted to scream and cry and tell the gods how unfair they were being, you chose to stay strong for her and let her have her moment. “I don’t want you to either. But you’re not alone, love. No matter how far away you are from me, you are not alone.” You held her in your arms until she the sobs rocked her to sleep. 

Once you knew she was out for the night, you allowed yourself to go to sleep. You wanted to cry, but you didn’t want to wake her. Tomorrow, when she left, you’d allow yourself a meltdown, but not now. Not when the woman you loved already had the weight of the world on her shoulders.

                                                             —-

And if it turns out
It’s over too fast
I’ll make every last moment last

When you woke up in the morning it was still early, so without words, you curled into each other, syncing up your breathing. After a shower and getting dressed, it was time for her to go, and you couldn’t accompany her to the airport. Where she was going now had to remain a secret to everyone except Jennifer, who was her liaison and would be setting her up with funds to get her by. “When I get back, I’m going to scream from the rooftops how much I love you, Y/N. Everyone will know.” Her voice was shaky. You could tell she didn’t know whether or not she was going to come back, but you had faith. Her team wouldn’t stop. 

Say there’s no future
For us as a pair
And though I may know
I don’t care
Just for this moment
As long as you’re mine
Come be how you want to
And see how bright we shine
Borrow the moonlight
Until it is through
And know I’ll be here
Holding you

“I love you,” you said pointedly, taking her face in your hands one last time and kissing her as if you never would again. “Remember, no matter how far away you are from me, you’re not alone.”

The corner of her mouth twitched upward, but she was still hesitant. “I love you, too, Y/N. I promise I’ll never forget that.” 

“You better not,” you replied half-heartedly. With one last look that you made last as long as possible, Emily turned and closed the door to the safe house behind her. You went over to the window and watched the car drive away. Another would be here soon to take you home. As soon as you knew she was gone, a sob wracked your body and you fell to the floor. She was gone. You did have faith in her team, but how long would it be until you could hold her again?

anonymous asked:

Clarke and Bellamy trapped in a cave

Hahahahaha oops this got smutty. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

[AO3]

They’re still not used to life on the ground. Their first winter was mild, a few gentle snowstorms and a lot of rain, but nothing they couldn’t handle with the aid of the Trigedakru. 

This winter, their second, is a different story. It’s only early November, but the winter’s first major storm is well underway, and of course it begins only when Bellamy and Clarke are already kilometers out from camp on a search for the hardy but elusive plant Nyko told them was good for winter flus. 

And now it’s started to hail. 

“We’re stuck here until the hail stops coming down,” Clarke announces, staring out the entrance of the cave where they’ve taken shelter. The wind was nearly enough to knock her over when they were out among the trees, but at least in here most of the wind is blocked. But the hail is coming down in ever-larger clumps, and even as she watches she sees one twice the size of her fist shatter on a tree limb. 

She hears a snort. 

“No shit, princess.”

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shinigami-of-excellence  asked:

I was so super happy to find this blog. It's the first time I've found someone who writes illness and stuffing stuff (happily accidental pun). I was wondering, is there any chance you write for Gundam Wing? I feel like I'm the only person who does and I've been looking for ages. If not tho that's totally fine ~

Hey there! Ha, well I’m thrilled you stumbled upon my blog ;) Unfortunately, I’ve never seen the show and I usually don’t write for characters I’m not familiar with. But if anyone has any suggestions or fic recs feel free to post!!