it just works so well with the story

I think too, which is obvious, is that I have completely fallen out of Blizzard’s targeted audience for WoW. They primarily want to encore Warcraft 3 and the early day crowd of the MMO, and continue to sell the iconography of Horde/Alliance - something that @korkrunchcereal has recently commented on as a very profitable point in their intellectual property, which is very true.

But I haven’t been remotely interested in the faction conflict since…ever? I used to only play Horde, because comparing the two on paper, the Horde has more interesting (if morally questionable, at times, back in WotLK when I started playing) dynamics, aesthetics, and super cool races - something I still believe carries very hard into the current day. But when I got interested in night elves, I sort of went primarily Alliance. Not because any aspect of the Alliance interested me, mind you - they’re extremely boring, originally following the humans-dwarves-elves knights and castles high fantasy tropes with occasionally interesting concepts sprinkled in (elves are 7foot tall purple amazonians with huge beards that turn into bears in a matriarchal society, gnomes, draenei, worgen) that never get used to full effect in the grand scheme of the faction war, sometimes going with unresolved plot lines (worgen), no plot (gnomes), tons of plot that has nothing to do with the faction nuances (draenei), or just gets kicked around at every possible opportunity (night elves).

But I stayed with my night elf toons from Cataclysm and onward because…I didn’t like playing Horde much? Under Garrosh’s reign they were so clearly the “bad guys”, nothing really inspired me to want to fight for Horde ambitions and their struggles or story from Cataclysm and onward into Legion and now going into BOFA because why would…I? And at the same time nothing instills a deep loyalty or interest in the Alliance either because I mean, did you see that cinematic? They just fall down and flounder a bunch and over-saturate the screen with the boring knight aesthetic while Sylvanas does cool backflips and a tauren barrels through their defenses. The Horde is really dark-coded and “bad”, and the Alliance is boring as shit.

I love the World of Warcraft, that the game effectively started to build and expand on in Warcraft 3, and the races and their world-building and lore, the silly history, the funny quests, and so on. But that’s apparently hard to market, or not as profitable, because you can’t slap a red or blue sticker on that and put it in a merch store and get people’s blood pumping evidently, so they go back to the faction conflict over and over because it worked in 2004 and they seem to think it still works in 2017 going into 2018. And maybe it does? But outside of Mists of Pandaria, the last time I remember Horde and Alliance tensions being nuanced, being used to tell a full story with a message and conclusion (in an expansion I still happily admit I thoroughly enjoyed), nothing about it has ever appealed to me. It’s not done well, it’s just vapid merchandising.

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to say I love how your writing has just been thriving recently! I mean it's all good but I feel like the superhero au is just your thing and you own it so well. First reading your BH6 works and then your BNHA fictions I can just feel how much love you have for these universes and their characters! Do you feel personally that you just connect with the super aus the most? Either way I can't wait to see more of your growth as a writer with these superpowered boys and girls!

Honestly I’m not sure?? I just really latched on to the characters and stories, but maybe the narrative tropes I love so much are really common in superhero stories? I can’t really explain it, honestly.

anonymous asked:

Okay, let's take a moment. I am so utterly shocked that you reblogged my short little drabble of a fic. I've been reading Its Only Logical (along with your other stories) for quite a while now, and it baffles me to think that you'd reblog my work. I was literally just re-reading It's Only Logical right before i saw that you reblogged the tiny, semi-okay fic that I wrote. Wow, it probs doesn't seem like a big deal to you, but thank you!! ~thebeautyofthomas

Awww, well I absolutely loved it! That piece of writing was fantastic, and you should be proud of it! I always make a point to reblog any fics or art that impress me, move me, or make me feel something. Yours did that, so on my blog it goes!!! I hope you’ll tag me in things you write in the future? And I’m so glad you like IOL! That fic is near and dear to my heart. 💙

A Super Thank You to the Megamind Fandom

I want to do this big thanks.

You’ve given me a huge platform to showcase my work, and I’m very thankful because I know that not a lot of people would be still in the fandom because the mob]vie is old and there isn’t a sequel and stuff. But there is hope for us Mega-fans, and I’m so happy to be part of very well alive fandom. I also wanna thank some people for checking my story and reviewing it and reblog it. It just shows that you think of my story and I really appreciate it. @ladyspock7 @mr-bernard-stiller-fitzgerald

Just thank you for giving me this moment.

And I bid thee goodbye!


Originally posted by dreamworksanimation

anonymous asked:

Wait so for the AU can the confidant be swapped as well? Like Chihaya and say Kawakami?

Maybe ?
I suppose as long as they don’t have direct connection with the story it could work . So if you’re thinking about Chihaya being a teacher & Kawakami being the Fortune teller , I think it works …
Somehow ?

Examples of WallFlower Taako

(these will not be in order but here you go @mango-dolphin )

  • Does not show absolutely NO interest during the press conference during the Stolen Century
  • His small talk game is SO bad during Here There be  gerblins “How is everyone liking the adventure so far?” 
  • Has little to no idea how to talk to people without using charm person or exposing his true aloof/sarcastic snips 
  • He didn’t NEED to charm Tom Bodett at the train station but he had little confidence in what they were doing
  • The awkward silence that came after he tried to have slmall talk over Palmoa’s scones and failed
  • His response “I’m Taako from TV” for the dating show bit in the Suffering Game is a combination of 1. his ego towards his own fame and 2. he has no idea how to sell himself
  • Taako talks more when he’s not around many people
  • That fucking charisma stat is kind of pitiful 
  • Lup is clearly the charismatic one without needing to try, Taako got his fame not by his personality alone. Sizzle it up with Taako was him dazzling through unnecessary magical flares along with his cooking
  • During Candlenights Taako just walks around going “macaroons” and literally says nothing else 
  • Taako relied on Lup to get him through social situations, when he started his new life not remembering her he taught himself (perhaps subconsciously channeled her) how to put up a fake tv personality 

Long Story Short, I love how awkward Taako is in reality. I think its a lovely balance and works so well with Lup in the long run

Don’t Freak

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

Requests are OPEN

PART II | PART III | PART IV | PART V

PART I


“You’re really trying to tell me that Low is David Bowie’s best album to date?” Jonathan nodded, opening the brown paper bag that held his lunch.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Y/N’s eyes widened, then shoved her lunch tray to the side. She leaned on her elbows, her hands in front of her.

“I could name five other Bowie albums, easily, that blow Low out of the water,” Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich, then motioned to Y/N.

“Go on then,”

Station to Station,” Y/N’s right index finger began to point to the fingers on her left hand to count. “Aladdin Sane, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars -obviously-, Diamond Dogs, and my number one favorite Bowie album of all time,” Jonathan mimed exactly what Y/N was saying with her, “Hunky Dory.” Y/N took a deep breath as she finished, then shoved a french fry in her mouth. “It’s like I don’t even know you sometimes,” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders jokingly, “But, I mean, Low is still a great album,” That made Jonathan chuckle. A body suddenly appeared on the bench next to Y/N, scaring the life out of her. She had one hand on her mouth and the other over her heart to stop herself from screaming. Y/N turned her head and saw Steve Harrington with a dumb grin on his face.

“Tonight?” He looked at Y/N expectantly.

“What?” Her pupils were still wide from the shock, and the word sounded pretty dumb coming from her.

Keep reading

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just a head’s up that this doodle comic is gonna take ten thousand years because it’s another 30 pager (aka three posts like Sorceress’s Apprentice) BUT without spoiling it I can at least say that it includes (but is not limited to); sneezing, Relatable Tired Scrooge, SCIENCE, literal Magicstone trash and, perhaps most exciting of all, dresses with convenient pockets :Tb

Bruises On Another (part three)

Originally posted by nwetss

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (it’ll make sense)

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

OH! And just to be clear about a few things, as i’ve mentioned (literally right below this) this is a soulmate AU. I don’t write these often so i’m not sure how they exactly work, but the way i’ve written mine is Steve and the reader aren’t just connected through the marks and bruises but almost like spiritually i guess? When they first meet, something like wells within them. And when Steve sees her with Billy, he doesn’t know why, but he almost feels a sort of jealousy and almost wanting to protect the reader. And later on in the story, you’ll see the reader a bit jealous of Steve as well. That’s because they have a connection, they just don’t know it yet.

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

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“Y/N! Just the girl I wanted to see!”

You turned around at the sound of a voice, find none other than; “Billy.” You’d met him yesterday in your social class and because you were the new students, your teacher had paired you together. The boy had seemed nice enough when first speaking to him and he definitely didn’t know how to quit, so you weren’t all that surprised to find him by your side right before lunch.

The mullet haired boy reached your side in record time, squeezing past other students in the hallway. You felt yourself flinch from contact as Billy wound his arm around your waist and pressed you against his side. You tried to ignore the pain that grew as he hit a fresh bruise from the night before and when you glanced at him, you hoped he hadn’t noticed your flinch but you could tell by look on his face he had. “I didn’t mean to upset ya’, darlin’.” He said, staring at you with feigned worry; you just didn’t know it at the time.

“No,” you responded softly, shaking your head. “No it’s fine. I’m just… just a little bit jumpy.”

Billy nodded, as if he understood and leaned back as you both made your way through the halls. You tried to ignore the dark looks you received from other girls as you made your way to your locker. From what you’d heard at your two days in Hawkin’s High School, Billy was the new it guy, everybody wanted to be with him or be him. So the looks made sense, you just didn’t understand why Billy was so fascinated with you. 

“Ignore them darlin’, they’ve got nothing on you.” You glanced over at Billy surprised, feeling your cheeks burn red in shock at his comment. As you glanced at the many girls, you didn’t completely agree with his statement. “Don’t look so shocked.”

“No, it’s just-” you said again, shaking your head. You went to say more but found yourself lost in your thoughts and instead glanced back down at the floor. “Okay.” You submitted. You sighed in relief when you reached your locker and Billy stepped away from your side to instead lean against the locker next to yours. You couldn’t help, though, feel his gaze grazing your body the entire time like a predator would look at it’s pray.

You pulled down the sleeves of your sweater, and focused your entire attention on slipping your textbooks into your locker.

“So, you hear about Tina’s party this Friday?”

How could you not? You might not be very social but that’s all you ever heard when walking in the halls. Of course, even though you’d been given a slip, you made no plan of going considering you knew your father would never allow you. Hell, if your father knew that you were speaking to a boy like Billy now… there’d be a huge price to pay. Still you nodded in response to his question, sensing where it’d lead.

“Wanna go?” It seemed Billy didn’t like to wait long when pursuing the girls he showed interest in. 

You paused after that, knowing that your father would say no, you just didn’t know how to tell Billy that. “I-I’m not too sure… My father-” You were cut off by Billy’s hand reaching out and practically petting your cheek; you froze in surprise from the movement, unsure of how to react to the bold move. 

You met Billy’s eyes and found yourself stuck as he smile sultry at you and leaned in closer. With his hand still on your cheek, you found yourself frozen as you found your father’s eyes in Billy’s. You felt yourself grow petrified and hating the way any man or even woman who threatened even the tiniest bit could grow control over you. It made you feel weak and pathetic, but yet you only continued to stare at Billy. “Come on, Y/N.” Billy mumbled, and you found yourself no longer able to hear the loud crowd of kids around you. “I think you’d look cute in a costume, so what do you say?”

You opened your mouth to say something but another’s cut you off; “is there a problem?”

You moved your gaze over to the newcomer and found none of than the familiar pair of brown eyes you’ve been trying to avoid. It seemed that Steve’s presence was enough to get Billy to step away from you, and soon you found the mullet-haired boy standing in front of you, blocking you slightly from Steve’s eyesight. It was then that you noticed the two girls behind Steve, one you recognized as the girl who’d helped you the day before; Nancy.

“Harrington.” Billy greeted and you could just practically hear the smirk forming on his lips. “Nope, no problem here.”

Steve glared at Billy before you found his eyes on you; “Y/N?”

You paused, shocked that he’d even considered an answer from you. Normally everyone did the talking for you, and you weren’t really allowed to speak for yourself. But before you could respond, Billy spoke up; “I said there’s no problem, Harrington. Why don’t you stay out of other people’s businesses.” 

“I’m sure Y/N can answer for herself.”

Suddenly all eyes were on you, including Billy’s and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You met Billy’s gaze and saw your father, so instead of saying what you should’ve of, you mumbled; “i’m fine.”

You missed the way Steve’s gaze fell and his tense shoulder’s slumped. Pressing a hand against his chest, Billy took a step forward; “see? Everything’s fine.” Steve glanced at you one final time, and it seemed like he was going to say more before Nancy stepped up and grabbed his arm. “Steve, let’s just go.” She whispered to him and you found your eyes stuck on her hand on his arm, your brows furrowing. 

Eventually Steve relented and you watched him step away from both you and Billy, now gripping Nancy’s hand. You barely noticed Billy turn back to you, until his hand softly grasped your chin, and brought your attention towards him. “So? What do you say?”

In your mind, you couldn’t help and think about the way Steve had grasped Nancy’s hand and the feeling that burned within you. Without thinking, you nodded; “sounds great.”


Friday reached sooner than you thought it would and before you knew it, it was the night of the party and you hadn’t even mentioned the idea to your father yet. You were sat in your room, and you’d just made dinner for your father. You knew he’d be in his room for the rest of the night and hopefully wouldn’t come and see you at any point, but knowing him he usually didn’t.

You stared down at your attire, the same thing you always wore and wondered why you hadn’t thought this through further. Not only now did you have to sneak out for the night, through your window, you didn’t have a costume either and you knew Billy would question it when he arrived. You’d even told him that day a different address then your actual house so your father wouldn’t see his headlights.

You’d never snuck out before and honestly you were greatly questioning your decision to say yes. You didn’t really have a decision, thinking about it now,but the thought of sneaking out, and not being there if your father was to come into your room greatly scared you. You’d never hear the end of it or never feel the end of it if he were to catch you, especially if he found out a boy came to pick you up.

You bounced your knee in spot from your position on your bed, glancing at the time every few minutes. You were suppose to meet Billy outside your neighbours house at six thirty and it was now six twenty-five, meaning you should probably start heading out. Ignoring the feeling that welled within your stomach, you slowly and quietly opened your bedroom door and glanced out into the hallway. Where, thankfully, you could see the lights from the tv in your father’s bedroom flashing, meaning he was distracted.

You took one final deep breath, closing the door quietly behind you and heading to the window. You slid open your window, ignoring the fear that welled within you and stepped out onto the the roof. You crawled on top, closing the window just before it fully shut and begun crawling out to the edge of the roof. Carefully you swung your body out so you hung by the roof and dropped onto the grass in front of your house. Once you were safe on solid ground, you gazed up into your bedroom to see if the light had turned on or any indication that your father had noticed you leaving, and sighed out in relief when you saw nothing.

Nodding to yourself, you faintly let a smile slip over your lips at the fact that you’d managed to sneak out and not get caught; yet. Making your way through your tiny front yard, you stopped in front of your neighbours just as Billy’s car appeared. You swallowed the lump in your throat, ignoring the voice in the back of your head that told you this was mistake and made your way to his car.

You slipped into the passengers seat and almost immediately noticed the frown on Billy’s lips when he saw your attire. Pulling at your oversized sweater you frowned; “I don’t have a costume.”

You met Billy’s eye and watched him pause in thought for a moment, and thats when you noticed his costume. Billy wore a leather jacket with no shirt underneath the jacket, paired with black jeans. You hated to admit it and even felt ashamed, but he looked good.

“You got a shirt underneath that sweater?” Bill asked, stunning you for moment. Though, eventually you nodded. “Great. Take the sweater off.”

“W-What?”

“The sweater.” He grinned at you, a hint of lust behind his eyes. “Take it off. I’ve got a plan.” You paused once again, unsure of what you should do. If you took off your sweater, Billy was bound to see the marks on your arms but from the look in his eyes, it seemed he was determined and wasn’t going to let you go in the clothes you wore. Sighing, you slowly pulled off your sweater, handing it to Billy as he threw it in the back and reached for something else.

All you wore underneath was white t-shirt and on your legs, you wore black jeans. Crossing your arms across your chest, you tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that welled within you, and waited for Billy to get whatever he was searching for. Just then he threw a dark coloured jean jacket a top of your lap and smirked your way.

You slipped the jacket over top of yourself, it was much too big but it covered your arms and Billy never managed to see the bruises which was plus. Turning to Billy, you felt yourself smile a little as you saw his gaze.

“There. Now we’re matching.”


Part 4?

Let me know below!

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this is another fanart bc of darksidekelz fanfiction. Like I know it’s not a specific scene FROM it again, I just don’t care abt them in TFA but really love that story vOv

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Finally! I wanted to draw this Dapper Boi :D Congratulation on hitting 17 million subs @therealjacksepticeye 

You’ve done soo much for us and I wanted to give something in return, it’s not that good but I hope you like it ^^ (again, if you ever come across this post lol) btw I’ve been calling this Dapper dude Dipper Dapper for some reason or Booper Dapper (silly I know) and I might keep it just cause XD

And this is unrelated but I just wanna share it, here we go~

So I just watched a movie called Kono Sekai no Katasumi Ni (In This Corner of The World if I’m not wrong) and it’s so damn GOOD. So the story is set in Japan (duh) at the WW2 era, almost the same as Hotaru no Haka (which is also one hell of a feel train) and it follows the life of a woman named Suzu from when she was a child to grown up, this movie can be a bit confusing (maybe just me) if you don’t really pay attention, but it’s a very beautiful movie, tbh it shattered my heart. I like the art style the most, it gives an old time vibes which is my favorite and works really well with the story, also it’s cute. So, if you like some old timey, slice of life and somewhat hearth breaking movie, I really recommend this for you. Lol I’ve talked too much, well there you go! Again, thank you Jack for being there, you always brighten up my days! ^^

Six werewolves

1. Really you only have mild lycanthropy and it’s largely under control with medication, plus the light pollution in your area is so bad you can hardly see the moon anyway. So you’ve changed maybe twice since diagnosis. No big deal. You have an emergency kennel. Lacking the usual outlet, your lycanthropy mainly manifests as an intense emotional reaction to dogs being told that they are good dogs, which never fails to make you sob.

2. You know, you should really have thought it through beforehand. It was careless. But there was a part of you that longed to be the first werewolf on the moon. And it was such an honour to be accepted into the space program! You never actually meant to get into the rocket, in the end. It just sort of happened. Now you’re half-way there and pretty sure there’s going to be a problem. Oops.

3. So your wolf form is fairly petite and scrubs up well and long story short with a prosthetic or two you’re now in the final of the dog agility contest and you might be able to win half of a rather fetching sofa. It’d be better if it were on a full moon, but you’ve got a bunch of moon videos to watch and you’re pretty hopeful that might work.

4. You spend each full moon locked away in a comfortable basement. You’re not sure if you’ve ever turned into a wolf but you do like rare steak so best to be on the safe side. You have a lot of books. You’re kind of looking forward to it.

5. You grew up with dogs. It’s not your fault. I mean, that’s kind of how you got bitten in the first place. Anyway, the rampage was going so well until someone threw a stick. Now you think the villagers might be mocking you, but also you just need to catch this one, you can totally do it, oh yes! Who’s a good girl?

6. You don’t actually turn into a wolf. You’re just the sort of person who feels very deeply about things and also has a mysterious and regrettable past. The wolf thing is a metaphor. You’re wishing you hadn’t adopted it now, though. These things get out of hand. Last night you metaphorically tore out the throats of two innocent bystanders, before metaphorically unleashing a bloodcurdling howl as you metaphorically slunk into the forest. You think you might also have metaphorically peed on a fire hydrant.

Just Say It (Bill Skarsgard x Reader)

requested: Hi! Could you please do a Bill Skarsgard X Reader imagine? So (Y/N) played Roman’s (Bill’s character) best friend / crush in Hemlock Grove and after the show ends, they see each other in IT premiere because (Y/N) is accompanying her brother Jackson (Who plays Georgie). Just fluff and Bill and (Y/N) are in love but they don’t know and Jackson spills that they like each other. Thanks! Your works are amazing!

Word Count: 1576

Warnings: some mature language ?

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting, this is such a good idea!

Originally posted by jonerysloveboat

There’s something scarily intoxicating about the acting industry. It’s like a siren beautifully singing to lure you closer and closer to the cliffs, waiting for a fatal collision. Yet (to her family’s dismay) it had affected Y/N - and now her little brother, Jackson. Their father had been a lawyer and their mother a teacher; both reliable jobs meant to procure a salary and stability. They had tried so hard to instill the idea of the American Dream and all that nonsense into their children.

Self-destruction must skip a generation, Y/N supposed.

Y/N had spent most of her acting career twiddling her thumbs as she waited for auditions and call backs that never came. She did her best to present everything good and unique about herself on resumes, but (nine times out of ten) not even that was good enough. It was disappointing to say the least and depressing to say the most. Initially, she didn’t want Jackson to pursue acting either. All the experiences he’d miss, like all the experiences she missed, could never be replaced. All the self deprecation and angst and the thoughts of ‘I’m not good enough’ - how in God’s name could she wish that upon her baby brother? But, as she sat in the backseat of a white limo, little Jackson sitting across from her, she acknowledged how wrong she had been. He was wearing such an expensive tuxedo, yet he was still pressing his nose to the window’s glass and making patterns with the fog. He wasn’t missing experiences - he was making them. Like a kid should.

It was her mother who first brought it all to light one evening over dinner, It wasn’t all bad, she had said after shoveling runny mashed potatoes onto her plate. And that was true; Y/N had played Odette Polinsky on Hemlock Grove. She was barely eighteen when she got the role and, though job single-handedly saved her career, yet it wasn’t even a completely positive memory.

Y/N was the youngest cast member on Hemlock Grove, and was completely (and pathetically) infatuated with a boy who saw her as nothing more as a friend. She had to witness the endless stream of girls come and go, as he conquered them and moved on.

“Did you talk to Ellie?” He whispered in Y/N’s ear during the show’s second season. He was leaning on his chair, with his elbow propping up his chin as he smiled boyishly. She tried to ignore the tingles as they ran down her spine, swallowing thickly. Ellie was his latest prize and she was constantly prancing around set in tube tops and denim short shorts. He followed her like a moth to a flame.

“Ya, I - I did. She really - likes you.” She managed to splutter out. Sometimes, when she was concentrating and focused, she could pretend conversations with him where just a scene. Their interactions all had a script, she would tell herself, therefore there’s no reason to panic. But this was not one of those days.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed as he scratched his chin with his thumb and index finger. He cocked his eyebrow at her and smiled, his lips slightly parted. He was so close to her, that she could smell his cologne - oranges and mint. Y/N had to stop herself from closing her eyes and leaning in.

“Well, catch you later Oddi!” He said quickly, as he briskly stood up from his chair and cracked his knuckles.

“See you Roman.” She replied quietly to herself.

Said boy just so happens to star alongside Jackson. She wondered if he still smelt the same like oranges and mint, maybe he even was -

Y/N shook her head, her curls bouncing around her shoulders. She couldn’t think about him today, today was Jackson’s day. Besides he had every other damn day to consume her thoughts. She would avoid him and that was that.

“Y/N! Y/N! Look! Look!” Jackson was pointing as he stared at all the flashing cameras and interviewers with microphones stood at the ready. His eyes lit up as he spoke and he smiled that dimpled smile of pure joy. Make those experiences, Jackson, thought Y/N as she smiled and stared with him. Soon enough they were parked and helped out of a limo by a wide shouldered man who fistbumped Jackson. Y/N smoothed out her silver dress (hoping to God, there were no wrinkles) and touched the earrings on her ears (those bad boys cost as much as a mortgage).

The boy bounded outside of the limo and was immediately bombarded by interviewers and questions (“How was working with older actors?” “We’re you scared?” “Are you going to see the movie?”).

Y/N stifled a laugh as she caught up to Jackson, making sure to look more confident than she really was in her black pumps. She subtly pointed in attempts to direct his attention to an interview who looked kind enough. Immediately the young boy caught on, at seven years old he was more aware of social cues then Y/N. Y/N went off to stand next to her parents, making sure to stay in direct earshot.

“Hello!” Jackson exclaimed happily, interlocking his fingers and letting his arms go slack. He looked so professional and gentlemanly, Y/N could’ve sang.

“Hello there Jackson! It’s so great to talk to you!” The interview knelt a bit, getting down to his level. She was tilting the microphone towards his mouth as she smiled genuinely.

“And you!”

“Thank you very much! Anyway, so both you and your sister have both worked with Bill Skarsgard right?”

Oh boy here it is.

“Yep!” Jackson said just as happily.

“How did you like it?!”

“Well, his costume is kinda scary but I saw him - em - get ready and stuff so - so it wasn’t too bad. I mean, eating me was kinda scary but not too too bad. He’s actually really nice and a really good actor and he told me a lot of stories about my sister and a lot of them were really funny but some of them weren’t really funny.” Jackson rambled, his tongue was officially detached from his brain. Now it wagged along in his jaw.

“What were the not so funny stories?” The interviewer asked puzzled, as she tried to reposition herself so the microphone was right underneath Jackson.

C’mon kid. I love ya. I care for ya. I support ya in all aspects of life. But if you say some of those not so funny stories, you better hope to God you - Y/N’s mind was in complete freefall, every secret fantasy, dream, and hope was currently abandoning ship.

Jackson, giddy as ever, had no problem wagging his tongue some more. He took a deep breath of air before saying, “Well, he told me about how sometimes on the show he would try to - um - get her attention and it never really worked and she never liked him. He told me that she thought he was, well, I dunno what it means so it could be a bad word … ”

“Go on, I’ll make sure it isn’t a bad word.” The interviewer egged on. Y/N was starting to like this woman less and less.

“He said that she thought he was a player.” The interviewer just laughed and assured him that ‘player’ was not in fact a bad word before asking him other questions about the movie.

Y/N looked around her as if to say, Did anyone else just hear that? Her jaw was now completely slack as she hung it open stupidly. Her shoulders unstraightened, her back slouched, and she had to check to make sure that the earrings were still hanging from her ears.

“Did you hear that?” A familiar voice asked in her ear as tingles shot down her spine. Y/N looked up at the tall god that was Bill Skarsgard and nodded fiercely, as she felt her forehead with the back of her hand. Was she ill? Because now she was feeling a bit feverish in this dress.

“Did you really?” He asked again, looking down at his shoes and smirking, his lips just parted. She just nodded again. “Well, I suppose the truth is out there.” His slight accent on the word ‘there’ caused Y/N to smile widely.

“I never thought you were a player. I thought you were …  popular.” Y/N finally said, breaking the tension. Bill tipped his head back, his hands in the pockets of his tailored trousers, and gave the heartiest laugh. The breeze caught his hair and Y/N could smell oranges and mint on the wind.

Once he had stopped laughing, all Y/N could think was just say it, just say it.

“I - uh - I well I was trying as much as - I - well wanted your attention too.” Y/N finally spoke out, raising her voice to make sure he heard it too. “Wow - I always thought you didn’t like me and I want you to kno-”

“HEY CAN WE GET A PHOTO OF YOU GUYS?!” A photographer interjected the sweet moment much to Y/N’s dismay. But Bill snaked his hand on her waist and softly pulled her into him, so she was pressed into his long torso. She smiled at the small gesture, looking down at his hand as she felt him smile down on her.

5

Shiro canonically being six and a quarter years old is the best news I’ve heard this entire year.

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'Alice Isn't Dead' Podcast Will Be Adapted Into USA Network Series
Plus, a novel based on the podcast is set for 2018

another piece of writing advice

the more knowledge and experiences you have the better you’ll be at writing

if you don’t have a ton of experiences, you need to at least do research and read (yes, read) a lot

you can’t expect to become a professional writer if you sit in your room all day and only consume modern YA fiction and MCU movies. You have to consume literature and cinema with actual weight to it

All of this builds a foundation for your writing ability. 

Writing fiction isn’t really anything but ‘creating a fake world’ and if you don’t know anything about the real one you won’t be able to make an engaging fake. So do research. About history, government, society, social interaction, all that. Just like building anything, you need to know how it’s structured, so read a lot as well. Consume many stories by different authors in different genres and try to see how they’re built, what their parts are.

Research isn’t just something you do when you need a character you decided was smart to drop a factoid or something. Don’t just make assumptions about how things and organizations work. Don’t assume you know how a hospital functions before writing something in a hospital; do research. Don’t assume, even if you’ve seen it on TV. 

Try to gain an understanding of things, rather than just superficially absorbing information. Once you understand how something is, think about WHY it is. Everything has a reason. Once you get good at thinking about the reasons why things exist you can use that when crafting your world and give it a much richer and more genuine feeling than if you didn’t.

Example: If you’re writing a story about two nations at war, you have to consider why they’re at war. “The ruler of one is a bad guy” isn’t a good reason. Wars are incredibly costly and their outcome is never guaranteed no matter what the difference in military force is. Think why the war is happening. Is the aggressor interested in some resource? Is it an ideological war? What drove this situation to outright war? Why is this a hot war instead of a cold one? The list goes on.

This even goes down to a personal level. “This person acts this way” why do they act this way? Try to figure it out, even if the audience won’t have that reason revealed to them. It’ll make the portrayal of them much more realistic and people will accept them as ‘real’ better.

8

Our task is to construct an image of the man. We don’t yet know him. But we will.
└ for @johnsmoore ♡ (The Alienist (2018))