just discovered these in my drafts

Katara: It’s not magic. It’s waterbending, and it’s-
Sokka: Yeah, yeah, an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah. Look, I’m just saying that if I had weird powers, I’d keep my weirdness to myself. 

So I wanted to talk a little about Katara, because I think we often focus on her grief for her mother, and forget her relationship to her culture, and her experience of the Southern Water Tribe genocide (unlike the Air Nomads genocide, which was for the greater part over after four big terrifyingly effective simultaneous strikes, this one took place over a long length of time - more than 40 years? 50? - and it wasn’t total, but it definitely was one. genocide = the deliberate and systematic extermination of a national, racial, political, or cultural group, fwiw)

(Kanna’s village - before and after)

All of the Southern water benders were exterminated or taken away to rot in prison (where they all died eventually except for Hama). Katara was born the only bender left in the whole South Pole. Then when she was eight years old, she survived a raid that was meant to kill her, but took her mother instead (she probably was too young to realize that, to her it must have been a question mark up until she met Yon Rha - gratuitous cruelty? Why her mother in particular? They took nothing else!).

So Katara from a young age had a double burden to bear: that of her mother, and the legacy of her bending (and she was shown as painfully aware of her situation and what it meant on both front). But here’s the thing: Katara could be a mother, she was naturally good at it, and her grandmother could teach her what she didn’t already knew. Her family and tribe demanded that of her, they needed her to be that for them (especially after her father and the rest of the men basically abandoned them). However, there was no one left to teach her how to waterbend - she had almost no hope of ever becoming a master without formal training, her brother thought it was silly and weird and let her know, her grandmother thought it was a waste of time. But she kept practicing, because she knew how important it was, to her and to her tribe, that she kept trying (as the only one left who could).

(…an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah…)

(Of course she would obsess over that waterbending scroll)

When she gets to the North Pole, she meets Pakku, and with him the opportunity of finally becoming a true master. But because she is a girl, he judges her unworthy. He judges her, the only remaining southern waterbender, unworthy of carrying on their culture. The Fire Nation didn’t care about the gender of their prisoners, men and women - they all fought side by side for their freedom in the South, and they were all taken away to the last one, and killed to the last one. In the South, the women had the choice to learn how to fight, or be defenseless. And privileged master Pakku couldn’t possible realize the extend of what he was denying her in that moment.

Katara had to prove herself, she had to earn her right to these teachings. And if she had been less good or less stubborn or not Kanna’s granddaughter - well the North would have refused their sister-tribe the power to use their common cultural heritage to fight back against the nation that destroyed them.

(It’s sexist and terrible.)

Meh, thankfully, she was that good, stubborn, and Kanna’s granddaughter, and she did get to become a master.


But, of course, her story doesn’t end here, and wrt her culture, the next chapter is a much more traumatizing experience. In the Fire Nation, she meets another master. This time it’s an old woman from the South like her (“You’re a waterbender! I’ve never met another waterbender from our tribe!”), and she is, ah, more than willing to help her.

Look how happy Katara looks at the idea to learn from her in particular:

Katara: I can’t tell you what it means to meet you. It’s an honor! You’re a hero.
Hama: I never thought I’d meet another southern waterbender. I‘d like to teach you what I know so that you can carry on the southern tradition when I’m gone.
Katara: Yes! Yes, of course! To learn about my heritage… it would mean everything to me.

But when Hama starts her lesson, the techniques she teaches have been obviously developed with one goal in mind: survival in enemy territory. They can’t possibly have been invented in the South Pole, where water is abundant everywhere. They are deadly and cruel, and the damage they do to the environment leaves Katara sad and uncomfortable, but Hama waves that off as unimportant. It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t have the time to worry about flowers or beauty or nature. To her that peace and beauty is probably just an illusion anyway, a lie: years after her escape she is still living the war, and war is ugly and rotten and messy (her world is ugly and rotten and messy - this is her comfort zone).

The last technique she teaches Katara is bloodbending. She forces Katara to learn something she finds disgusting, repulsive (just like Hama was forced to learn?) by torturing her (Hama was tortured), by overpowering her, invading her, making her lose control over her own body, bending her blood (Hama herself is clinging to the last remain of control she managed to get back after rotting in prison for years), and finally by threatening to have the two people she cares most about in the world kill each other right under her eyes (Hama lost everyone too, she had to say goodbye).

(Katara: But, to reach inside someone and control them? I don’t know if I want that kind of power.
Hama: The choice is not yours. The power exists…and it’s your duty to use the gifts you’ve been given to win this war. Katara, they tried to wipe us out, our entire culture… your mother!
Katara: I know.
Hama: Then you should understand what I’m talking about. We’re the last Waterbenders of the Southern Tribe. We have to fight these people whenever we can. Wherever they are, with any means necessary!
Katara: It’s you. You’re the one who’s making people disappear during the full moons.
Hama: They threw me in prison to rot, along with my brothers and sisters. They deserve the same. You must carry on my work.)

And this, this, is the only truly southern waterbending Katara is ever going to learn. This is her tribe’s bending heritage, what’s left of it: blood, grief, suffering, hatred, loss of control over both your body and mind (because it’s terrible, but I think that’s what’s implied by the show: bloodbending makes you lose your mind. Hama’s only mean of regaining physical freedom ended up trapping her in another nightmare). Hama gifts her with a power she despises (but will use anyway in her darkest hour when she loses control) and a philosophy of violence and revenge.

Katara chose peace and forgiveness. As an adult, she will have bloodbending outlawed, she will become the greatest healer in the world, and she’ll teach her daughter, the next avatar, probably many others. These choices matter, and we should talk about them with that background in mind. Katara redefined her heritage - or rather she created a new one for herself: she refused the condition that was forced upon her (bloodbender) and ensured nobody could legally do to someone else what Hama did to her (and it’s implied this law is valid anywhere in the world). She transmitted Pakku’s warrior teachings, the ones she fought for, to the next generations (and did a great job of it!), but she also taught them how to heal, refusing to separate the arts as in Northern Water Tribe tradition - and healing was something she discovered by herself, that she felt was always a part of her. At that, she became the universally acknowledged best. Her legacy, despite everything that happened to her, will never be one of violence.

tl;dr: Katara is one of the strongest fictional characters ever created bye

I just discovered that Tolkien used thou and thee pronouns in his original drafts of LOTR to show how certain relationships changed from formal or hierarchical to more familiar, loving, and respectfully equal.

Apparently, the more notable you -> thee shifts occurred in interactions between Gimli and Galadriel, Eowyn and Faramir, & Frodo and Sam.

And in other news, this information has 100% ruined my life bc I now know we could have had informal pronouns in Lord of the Rings.  

Drafting: The Theory of Shitty First Drafts

Writing books often exhort you to “write a shitty first draft,” but I always resisted this advice. After all,

  1. I was already writing shitty drafts, even when I tried to write good ones. Why go out of my way to make them shittier?
  2. A shitty first draft just kicks the can down the road, doesn’t it? Sooner or later, I’d have to write a good draft—why put it off?
  3. If I wrote without judging what I wrote, how would I make any creative choices at all?
  4. That first draft inevitably obscured my original vision, so I wanted it to be at least slightly good.
  5. Writing something shitty meant I was shitty.

So for years, I kept writing careful, cramped, painstaking first drafts—when I managed to write at all. At last, writing became so joyless, so draining, so agonizing for me that I got desperate: I either needed to quit writing altogether or give the shitty-first-draft thing a try.

Turns out everything I believed about drafting was wrong.

For the last six months, I’ve written all my first drafts in full-on don’t-give-a-fuck mode. Here’s what I’ve learned so far:

“Shitty first draft” is a misnomer

A rough draft isn’t just a shitty story, any more than a painter’s preparatory sketch is just a shitty painting. Like a sketch, a draft is its own kind of thing: not a lesser version of the finished story, but a guide for making the finished story.

Once I started thinking of my rough drafts as preparatory sketches, I stopped fretting over how “bad” they were. Is a sketch “bad”? And actually, a rough draft can be beautiful the same way a sketch is beautiful: it has its own messy energy.

Don’t try to do everything at once

People who make complex things need to solve one kind of problem before they can solve others. A painter might need to work out where the big shapes go before they can paint the details. A writer might need to decide what two people are saying to each other before they can describe the light in the room or what those people are doing with their hands.

I’d always embraced this principle up to a point. In the early stages, I’d speculate and daydream and make messy notes. But that freedom would end as soon as I started drafting. When you write a scene, I thought, you have to start with the first word and write the rest in order. Then it dawned on me: nobody would ever see this! I could write the dialogue first and the action later; or the action first and the dialogue later; or some dialogue and action first and then interior monologue later; or I could write the whole thing like I was explaining the plot to my friend over the phone. The draft was just one very long, very detailed note to myself. Not a story, but a preparatory sketch for a story. Why not do it in whatever weird order made sense to me?

Get all your thoughts onto the page

Here’s how I used to write: I’d sit there staring at the screen and I’d think of something—then judge it, reject it, and reach for something else, which I’d most likely reject as well—all without ever fully knowing what those things were. And once you start rejecting thoughts, it’s hard to stop. If you don’t write down the first one, or the second, or the third, eventually your thought-generating mechanism jams up. You become convinced you have no thoughts at all.

When I compare my old drafts with my new ones, the old ones look coherent enough. They’re presentable as stories. But they suck as drafts, because I can’t see myself thinking in them. I have no idea what I wanted that story to be. These drafts are opaque and airless, inscrutable even to me, because a good 90% of what I was thinking while I wrote them never made it onto the page.

These days, most of my thoughts go onto the page, in one form or another. I don’t waste time figuring out how to say something, I just ask, “what are you trying to say here?” and write that down. Because this isn’t a story, it’s a plan for a story, so I just need the words to be clear, not beautiful. The drafts I write now are full of placeholders and weird meta notes, but when I read them, I can see where my mind is going. I can see what I’m trying to do. Consequently, I no longer feel like my drafts obscure my original vision. In fact, their whole purpose is to describe that vision.

Drafts are memos to future-you

To draft effectively, you need a personal drafting style or “language” to communicate with your future self (who is, of course, the author of your second draft). This language needs to record your ideas quickly so it can keep up with the pace of your imagination, but it needs to do so in a form that will make sense to you later. That’s why everyone’s drafts look different: your drafting style has to fit the way your mind works.

I’m still working mine out. Honestly, it might take a while. But recently, I started writing in fragments. That’s just how my mind works: I get pieces of sentences before I understand how to fit them together. Wrestling with syntax was slowing me down, so now I just generate the pieces and save their logical relationships for later. Drafting effectively means learning these things about yourself. And to do that, you can’t get all judgmental. You can’t fret over how you should be writing, you just gotta get it done.

Messy drafts are easier to revise

I find that drafting quickly and messily keeps the story from prematurely “hardening” into a mute, opaque object I’m afraid to change. I no longer do that thing, for instance, where I endlessly polish the first few paragraphs of a draft without moving on. Because how do you polish a bunch of fragments taped together with dashes? A draft that looks patently “unfinished” stays malleable, makes me want to dig my hands in and move stuff around.

You already have ideas

Sitting down to write a story, I used to feel this awful responsibility to create something good. Now I treat drafting simply as documenting ideas I already have—not as creation at all, but as observation and description. I don’t wait around for good words or good ideas. I just skim off whatever’s floating on the surface and write it down. It’s that which allows other, potentially better ideas to surface.

As a younger writer, my misery and frustration perpetuated themselves: suppressing so many thoughts made my writing cramped and inhibited, which convinced me I had no ideas, which made me even more afraid to write lest I discover how empty inside I really was. That was my fear, I guess: if I looked squarely at my innocent, unvetted, unvarnished ideas, I’d see how bad they truly were, and then I’d have to—what, pack up and go home? Never write again? I don’t know. But when I stopped rejecting ideas and started dumping them onto the page, the worst didn’t happen. In fact, it was a huge relief.

Next post: the practice of shitty first drafts

Ask me a question or send me feedback!

anonymous asked:

What are the benefits of dividing (or not dividing) the first draft of a story into chapters?

The main thing that chaptering a first draft will do is help you, as an author, develop a feel for how your work is structured. Essentially, the first draft is you writing for yourself, and whatever you do there is in the main part going to be about you discovering the story and working out how it fits together.

If it doesn’t help you in your process, then don’t worry about chapters during the first draft, if it does help you, then go ahead.

This is one of the parts of writing practice that comes down to personal preference and your own strategies of work and writing. My personal preference changes from story to story, in my current WIP I’m very quickly zipping through and the story seems quite naturally divided into chapters, it’s very easy to just break it up and lay it all out like beads on a string.

But I’ve written stories before where I had no idea where I could divide it, so I just kept on writing and waited until I was rewriting to divide it, or had someone I trusted and who knew what they were talking about read it and give me their suggestions.

If it helps you think about the structure of your story as a whole, go through a few books that you have handy, and check out about how long the story is, how many chapters it has, how long each chapter is, what the circumstances of the transition between chapters generally is. Does the author cover a certain length of time with each chapter? Do they cover a discrete series of actions? Do they have long chapters or short?

If you’re familiar with how writers you admire handle chapter breaks, it can give you some insight into how you might approach it in your own work, and it might give you ideas of what you want to do or try. It could also give you ideas of things you don’t want to do, which can be just as important!

There’s no single approach to this kind of thing, and to my mind the most important aspect is that you find what works for you, and what helps you get through the first draft.

a mobile compilation of minful’s bts fanfiction recommendations. the first half of the list consists of reader insert fics, whereas the second half consists of ship fics!

be sure to give these writers lots of support for their works and maybe let them know about the damage they’ve done to your heart.

note: [!] are personal favorites.

last updated: may 27, 2017.

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in your black heart (is where you'll find me) - notcaycepollard - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“Hey,” he tries, “hey darlin’, can you pass me the milk?”

“Oh sure,” Sam responds after a long pause. “Here you go. Sweetie.”

“Thanks, hon, you’re a real doll,” Bucky drawls, and pours himself another bowl of cereal, tops up his coffee, takes a mouthful of milk straight from the carton just for good measure. Sam narrows his eyes.

“That’s disgusting,” he sighs, and Bucky makes deliberate eye contact, swallows another mouthful. Sam holds his gaze. “Cupcake, come on, I gotta drink that shit, stop putting your mouth all over it.”

“I’ll put my mouth all over wherever I want,” Bucky tells him. “Sweetheart.”

“Will you just,” Sam mutters, and sips his black coffee like he’s totally unruffled, and Bucky is startled to discover that he’s the one who’s blushing. Shit. Maybe this was a tactical error.

clearing out my drafts, happy friday, enjoy this sambucky pet names bickering

anonymous asked:

sorry if this has been asked before, but is there a place where we can access your ever growing list of to-reads? been facing a bit of a dry spell lately and i've always enjoyed your recs. also hope you don't mind if i ask where you source original stories to read from? i ask this with the course of honour in mind- found that through your blog- but mostly i am wondering if there is a Great Repository somewhere and i am yet to discover it, or if it's just a matter of following the right people :)

honest to god, this is me just copy-pasting my BOOKS TO READ email draft into this text box. I cannot vouch for the quality of any of them because, obviously, I have not read them, but they were all added to the list because they sound up my alley, or just as reminders to myself because I’ve read other things by these authors.

(I have a lot–a LOT–more books on my to-read list which are literally ON MY SHELF and so never needed to be added to this physical list. but I am not going to list those because we will be here all day.)

most of these are recs from friends or mentioned on podcasts (I recommend galactic suburbia!) or based on good reviews I’ve stumbled across:

Aliette de Bodard - House of Shattered Wings
Lois McMaster Bujold - Vorkosigan saga
Italo Calvino - Invisible Cities
Tessa Crowley - Godspeaker
Jennifer Cruisie - Bet Me
Samuel Delaney - Stars in my Pocket Like Grains of Sand
Cory Doctorow - Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom, Little Brother
Thoraiya Dyer - Crossroads of Canopy
Joseph Fink - Welcome to Night Vale 
Max Gladstone - Three Parts Dead
Nicola Griffith - Hild
Joe Haldeman - The Forever War
Robert Heinlein - The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress
Christopher Hibbert - The House of Medici, The Borgias
N.K. Jemisin - The Fifth Season, The Obelisk Gate
Shirley Jackson - The Haunting of Hill House
Alaya Dawn Johnson - The Summer Prince
Amie Kaufman & Jay Kristoff - Illuminae
Mary Robinette Kowal - Valour and Vanity
Justine Larbalestier - My Sister Rosa, Razorhurst
Cixin Liu - The Three Body Problem
Sarah J. Maas - A Court of Thorns and Roses series
Walter Moers - The City of Dreaming Books
Nnedi Okorafor - Who Fears Death
Bob Proehl - A Hundred Thousand Worlds
Natasha Pulley - The Watchmaker of Filagree Street
Brandon Sanderson - Mistborn
Emily Skrutskie - The Abyss Surrounds Us
Angela Slatter - Vigil
Charles Stross - Glasshouse
Cathrynne Valente - Deathless, Radiance
Genevieve Valentine - Persona, Icon

in terms of original stories posted for free online: I am yet to read course of honour, and the last time I read an online serial it was CAPTIVE PRINCE, ON LIVEJOURNAL, so I am not exactly sitting on a dragon-like hoard of them, alas.

NOTE FOR MY BELOVED FOLLOWERS: please, for the love of everything, do not leap in to tell me five more things that should be on this list. usually I enjoy getting recs, but I am not in the greatest space at the moment when it comes to my overachiever neuroticism and tendency to shout at myself about Things I Am Not Doing And Should Really Be Doing, so I am not in the mood to lengthen any to-do lists. thank you.

Bts reaction to you dressing sexy:

Anon requested: Can u do a bts reaction of their s/o always dressing modest, but one date night they decide to wear a tight, lace up front dress or something? Lol this is really specific sorry!

This one has been sitting in my drafts for so long I am so sorry of the person who requested this. Here you go ~


Originally posted by ofzico

At first, when you showed up in that flashy dress, a smile lit up his face, and he pulled you in for a soft kiss. He will be so mesmerise by your beauty that he can’t help but smile all night.


Originally posted by markjin

It wasn’t about the exposed skin or anything, it’s about the fact that he discovers how beautiful you are each day. Yoongi is going to stay quite all day, just hearing you speak and looking at you as if you are a precious pearl.


Originally posted by jjilljj

Shameless love. I bet you he is going to spin you around like show me what you got girl and why don’t you show me that more often and ugh you are going to spend the entire day blushing over his never ending compliments.

Rap monster:

Originally posted by sugutie

It made him fall in love with you more. The way you keep yourself modest and down to earth. But when you try to spice it up, you blow his mind and leave his jaw open. Really it just makes him realise how much you are precious to him.


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

He bit his lip when he saw you coming his way in that dress. Kissing your lips furiously to keep any intruding men away from your sexy figure, he lustfully whispered in your ear, “why do you have to show the world too”. He will stay quite all evening, interrupting your speech to drop one or two sexy comments.


Originally posted by taetaehyungs

You wouldn’t have doubted yourself if he didn’t gasp so dramatically. You’ll shrug cutely like do you like it? And he is going to pull you in, kissing your face like are you kidding me I love it.


Originally posted by apgujeon

Ah this boy. At first he seemed like he didn’t care, casually taking your hands, but when you are not looking, he is staring at you with so much love like he can’t believe how lucky he is. He will wrap an arm around your waist to keep off any hungry eyes off you. Taking tons of selfies and pictures of you so he can keep it as his screensaver.

anonymous asked:

Could you explain 3848's history as someone who just recently discovered them?? I love your fics!!

It might get a little confusing, so bare with me here.

Ryan was born in South Carolina, grew up in Illinois. Vinnie was (I think?) born and raised in Bartlett, Illinois. They were born in the same year, but because Ryan was born in September, their draft years are different. Growing up, they were both Blackhawks fans and played for Chicago Mission, a AAA ice hockey club.

They also played on the same football team. (x)

When Ryan was 15 or 16 (in 2010) he moved to Ann Arbor, Michigan to play for the US National Development Team for two years. At the same time, Vinnie went to Iowa to play in the USHL for the Waterloo Black Hawks, also for two years. 

In 2012, Vinnie was drafted 169th overall to the Blackhawks. He attended Notre Dame for the next two years. Also in 2012, Ryan went on to play in the OHL for the Plymouth Whalers. In 2013 he played for World Juniors and won gold with USA. Later that year, he was drafted 30th overall by the Blackhawks.  He went back to the OHL for the next year.

In 2014, while Vinnie was playing for Notre Dame and Ryan for the Whalers, they both played together for USA in World Juniors where they placed 5th.

A few months later, Ryan signed with the Hawks and reported to Rockford for two seasons. During that first season, Vinnie was finishing up his sophomore year at Notre Dame and signed with the Hawks in March 2015. He played a full season in Rockford the following year along with Ryan before they both got called up permanently (but not really for Vinnie) to the Blackhawks.

I know I basically gave you their life stories, but I think it’s cute that their paths crossed a few times over the years. First while playing for Chicago Mission, then at World Juniors, and now finally at Rockford and Chicago.

During this season, Ryan and Vinnie lived together with Ryan’s dog, Riley. In this article, Vinnie talks about missing Ryan while he was sent down this year. And here, Ryan talks about Vinnie’s inability to cook or load a dishwasher.

Bonus: they’ve already said the “L” word on social media, FOUR YEARS AGO. 1988 who???

anonymous asked:

Maybe a heated argument in the rain where BB and raven get pissed off. But in the end they have one of those dramatic moments when they kiss in the rain ( idk if you've seen the notebook but that's where I'm basing it off) some lemon too? xx

Raven stalked down the sidewalk, hardly noticing the pouring rain. Dark energy crackled from her fingertips, skittering across the puddles forming at her feet and rattled the lampposts overhead. Still, she marched onward, anger fueling her every step. 


Beast Boy’s voice echoed in the empty street, grating on her ears. She grit her teeth, her scowl deepening. Talking to him was definitely the last thing Raven wanted to do. 

“Raven, wait up!” 

His voice drew closer, and Raven whirled around with a huff. “What?” she snapped. “Am I incapable of walking, now?” 

Beast Boy flinched. “N-no, I-”

“I am not some helpless little girl,” Raven seethed. “I don’t need saving. And I certainly don’t need you throwing yourself into danger when I have everything under control!” Raindrops filled the silence as she glared at the boy in front of her. Raven trembled, though whether it was from fury or from the rain, she couldn’t tell. She moved to turn away, only for Beast Boy to lurch forward and grasp her arm. 


Raven jerked her gaze to his, furrowing her brows. 

“I’m sorry, okay?” His shoulders sagged, and an overwhelming sensation of despair bushed forth from him like a geyser. Raven stilled, blinking the raindrops from her eyes. 

“I know you’re not helpless. You’re Raven for fuck’s sake. I just…” He trailed off, his gaze raising to meet hers. There was something there, welling up within those endless mossy depths. Raven sucked in a breath, hugging her sodden cloak to herself. 

“Fuck it,” Beast Boy muttered. He jerked forward, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her. Raven stiffened in shock. 

Beast Boy was kissing her. 

Her eyes fluttered closed, and Raven found herself kissing back. His lips were warm and slippery with rainwater, and he tasted faintly of mint. The kiss was slow and passionate, and Raven felt warm inside despite the chill of the rain. 

They broke apart, and Beast Boy rested his forehead on hers. “I just can’t bear the thought of losing you too.” 

Raven’s heart leaped in her chest. She reached up, brushing her fingers along his jaw. “You won’t,” she murmured. And then she kissed him.

Anon, you have discovered my weakness. The ‘kissing in the rain’ trope is one you all will have to pry from my cold, dead fingers ‘cuz I’m probably gonna write it until I can’t write anymore, lol. Also, sorry for the lack of lemon here. I just don;t know how to make it work for this one…

But don’t worry. I’ve got a little something in my drafts that’ll satisfy that craving ;) So stay tuned. 

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anonymous asked:

can I ask if you're working on any original stuff? Cause that would be awesome!!

Yes you can ask me this! And I’m glad you think it’s awesome, because I AM!!! 

I’m writing an all-ages fantasy novel, though it’s been on hold, as I was a little over halfway through my first draft when I suddenly… discovered Haikyuu…

I very much want to finish it and I’d love to share it with all the people who enjoy my fics, at some point! But right now, I really just enjoy writing all the stories HQ/kghn have inspired. It’s also very therapeutic for me to be involved in fandom whenever life gets to be Too Much (which is often).

So the overall answer is yes, I have original things I want to finish in the (kinda near) future. Right now, though, I’m having a lot of fun where I am :)

anonymous asked:

Hi! So this might have already been clarified somewhere but do you know if this novella is going to interact with all the characters or just chaols perspective? :)

From what Sarah has said, I believe Tower of Dawn started out as a smallish novella from Chaol’s perspective, which would have basically covered what he was up to on the Southern Continent while Aelin & co. were on their assorted adventures in Empire of Storms. 

It evolved, though, into a full-length novel. Sarah said she just loved exploring that part of the world and the storyline that she couldn’t hold herself back! She said in her newsletter that she would consider it an installment in the main series because it includes so many vital plot points and characters. 

From what I understand Chaol may cross paths with the characters we know and love, but this book will mostly center around him and Nesryn and their adventures down South. Plus we’ll get to see some old characters, like Yrene Towers (from The Assassin’s Blade)! 

The book was last clocked at 665 freakin’ word doc pages (so even longer in print), and Sarah refers to it as TOG6 rather than a novella or side project. It’s definitely a real part of the series!

Here’s a snippet from one of Sarah’s newsletters:

I knew this story was one I was aching to tell, but I had no idea just how much it would come to mean to me and how much of what happens within it winds up playing a big role in the TOG series. I’d even go so far as to call it the sixth book in the series (that much vital stuff happens/is discovered), which means the last book is now…Book 7?

Chaol has always been one of my favorite characters to write, and his journey in this book… Oh man, there were times when I cried so hard I could barely see the screen as I wrote. Drafting this book reminded me a great deal of what it was like to write Heir of Fire (which will always hold a special place in my heart for many reasons).

But I also fell in love with the other characters who appear, both new and old (Nesryn, of course, will be there, but if you haven’t read The Assassin’s Blade, I’d suggest doing so…soon.). And I fell in love with the world of the southern continent, with its ancient, epic history and people hailing from so many nations and backgrounds. Getting to explore this pocket of the world was one of the major highlights while writing this book, and at the risk of sounding trite, I hope you guys love it as much as I do. 

A not so funny thing happened on the way to publishing...

Last week I published my romance novel “Insignia” on Amazon. I felt like it was ready, and I was certainly ready to get it out of my hair. I also feared that if I didn’t do it on my terms, something out of my control would come up to keep me from finishing. You know how it goes.

Guess what I discovered days after publishing? I had published the wrong draft. 

I have never rolled my eyes so much (at myself), never wanted to kick my own ass so hard. It’s taken me a while to admit why this boo-boo happened, but I finally understand.

I’m exhausted.

While I loved writing this book, it was not the only thing I had to do. I have a demanding family and demanding freelance writing gigs. I am worried about my ill parents. I have my own health issues to deal with (nothing serious, just a bunch of little stuff piling up because I don’t have time to get everything taken care of); and the list goes on. 

Except for @spookynightfury‘s gorgeous art, I did everything myself and it was hard af. 

Now, look - I’m not saying this to get pity or praise. I’m not trying to make excuses for screwing up. I’m saying this so you understand that when you’re undertaking a big project like this largely on your own, you need to (1) take care of yourself; (2) pace yourself (3) go easy on yourself (4) get editing help if you can. If you can’t, take deep breaths and work in small bite-sized pieces. I should have done more of that.

Because I didn’t, and because I pushed myself until I couldn’t see straight - waking up early, staying up super late, not eating properly, etc -  there’s a version of my novel floating out there that’s a hot mess. Hopefully if anyone got a hold of that older version, they can still follow the story as they navigate the minefield of the dreaded early draft.

Listen, writers and all artists. When we embark on this journey of doing what we love, it’s easy to get caught up in serving the Creativity Beast. Mine doesn’t sleep and won’t shut up. It’s maddening sometimes. 

But never forget to be good to yourself. 

North Carolina 2006 life long friends Rhett Mclaughlin and Link Neal discover the medium of online video, and in doing so, begin one of the longest histories of any Youtube channel, period. Growing up Rhett and Link were both aspiring filmmakers and musicians. The two of them made music together for years, so the decision to make music videos on Youtube just seemed natural. They posted songs and podcasts fairly regularly for a while until one day in 2007, when h

this was in my drafts from february its from a youtube video i typed out

self-delusion is one of the most important survival instincts you can have tbh but those moments when you unintentionally discover that someone else’s sense of your self is wildly at odds with the idea you carry around then you pretend that the fault lies in their own unhappiness or personal problems or any other excuse you can come up with to keep from facing up to just how ugly you are inside

A quick sketch, taking that iconic Kallus pic from Season 1 as a model (after he discovers that Ezra has heard him mention the Spice Mines, ‘member?) and giving it the Season 4 treatment. It’s easy to forget how big a jaw he has until you beard it up. 

[Bae is two steps away from Grizzly Adams tbh]

[apologies so fuzzy: literally just a photograph of a draft. I have another version if you check my posts.]


When my mother asks Are you gay? I tell her I am
sorry. When she asks How can you possibly love
something that looks just like you do?

I wonder how long she has hated herself.

My sister shakes me by the shoulders and says:

Mom will never be the mother you need her
to be. She cannot give you the love

you deserve to receive.

This is something I am trying to accept.

My mom insists she doesn’t mind the glitter, just
the mess it’s left all over the house. She doesn’t mind
my sexuality, just how it sticks to the furniture.

She is not angry at me- just exhausted.

Now, there is so much to clean
before we have company.

johangoodperson  asked:

Hello, my username is @johangoodperson, i'm a drafts man, since when i discover your art on tumblr i've been inspired a lot with your art, i will have to make a project for design college related to games, i've made sucessfull doing things about your art, now i will ask you to do so in this college project, can i use your art to make a 3d chessboard just for this project? If you say no, it is OK, i actually have to find my own way to create my style and i understand that.

Hey thank you so much for liking my art and your support 😘 yeah sure you can use for your school project :)) as long as there’s no commercial purpose and credit when needed. ❤️❤️❤️

anonymous asked:

I downloaded SSS yesterday and I'm Loving it~ I'm on Toma's route because I have a thing for characters with light hair 👌😅😅 How Would the brothers React if the MC tends to change languages in mid sentence because she studied a lot of them? Would they be flabbergasted or just plain annoyed or amazed at the skill or something? P.S. I just discovered your blog last night and I love it ❤❤❤


I know that MC is at least fluent in English and Japanese, so those don’t count for sure. There’s a few events where MC has to speak a different language dependant on the boy. Like, in Mei’s route she has to know some basic Russian to talk to the composer that he’s collaborating with (i forgot his name rip me) and in the beach event with Shizuka, she had to know just a little itty bit of German (?) I think, to be able to pick up on what Shizu and his acquaintances were talking about.

I think it’s a general consensus that all of them would be really impressed, but also expect it?? Like, if you’re going to be a concierge you’re bound to know more than a few languages. 

All of them would also probably tease you and poke fun at you for thinking in different languages. Minami would probably be the only one who would be genuinely intrigued that you could.

But they’d all think it’s cute most likely!