life elixir

Tips on writing Southern style for Leonard McCoy.

Being a native southerner and living in Georgia - the home of the great Dr Leonard McCoy and DeForest Kelley - I thought it would be fun to offer some tips for writing about the South.  I love reading Bones fanfics, but I see a lot of misconceptions about my home state and city, Atlanta.  THIS IS NOT MEANT AS CRITICISM OF ANYONE’S WRITING!!!  Hopefully people will see it in the fun spirit with which it’s intended!  I’ve also tagged a few people who have written Bones stories that I’ve really enjoyed.  I hope that’s ok!!  I love everything you creative writers do!!

1.  Y’all is plural.  And yes, we say y’all all the time, but only to refer to groups of more than one person.  It’s never you guys or even you when referring to a group - ALWAYS y’all.  I can’t talk without using that word!

2. Georgia is the peach state, but we’re not drowning in peaches.  The state doesn’t smell like peaches, taste like peaches, or drip peach juice.  

3. What we are drowning in is Coke.  AKA Dixie champagne, the elixir of life, the secret formula.  Nobody calls it Coca-cola, it’s just Coke.  Coke is headquartered in Atlanta and employees are not allowed to have any other soft drink on pain of being fired if they’re caught!  (True!!)  I’ve known people who wouldn’t attend a church event because someone was serving Pepsi!  Also, all soft drinks are called Coke.  If someone says, “Would you like a Coke?”  It means “Would you like any carbonated beverage of the Coke family?”  It’s never called pop or soda or anything else (especially Pepsi.)

4. Atlanta is not a small town.  It’s a city of about 450 million people.  If your story setting is Atlanta, then remember that there are no rolling fields or country roads here.  But there is Lenox Mall, Phipps Plaza, lots of nice restaurants, and lots of streets named Peachtree.  Peachtree Street, Peachtree Way, Peachtree Avenue, and Peachtree Battle Ave. are all within about a mile of my house.

5. We don’t call each other “Darlin’”.  Sometimes we call each other “hon’” or “sweetie” or I might call a boy “bud” or “buddy” but I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone called “Darlin’

6. I would suggest not writing in Southern dialect.  It’s hard to read and frequently sounds more country than Southern.  And yes, there is a difference.  Country is more redneck, Southern is more elegant.

7. We frequently say “Bless your heart”, but it’s sort of a way of saying “Isn’t she/he sweet but stupid…”  For example, “She ordered a Pepsi, bless her heart.”

8.  Outside of metro Atlanta is rural.  Really rural.  Georgia is a beautiful state that has both beaches and mountains and we love to take advantage of both!  But not everyone lives on a farm.  I would love to read a story where Bones takes the reader to Amelia Island or St Simon’s Island - it would just be so real!  Also, we don’t ever call it the shore.  It’s always the beach.

9. It does get hot here.  REALLY hot!  And humid. But it also gets cold here - but cold to us is anything below about 45 degrees.  And the reason we’re so cold is because nobody knows what to do with it - we might own one winter jacket, so when it goes down to 20 degrees everyone just freezes.  But it’s not hot here year-round.

10. Manners are super-important.  Children are taught to say “Yes Ma’am” and “Yes Sir” from birth.  I still say yes ma’am and sir to people older than me. Gentlemen pretty much all still open doors for ladies, pull out their chairs, and stand when a lady approaches your dinner table in a restaurant (then the lady always says “Go ahead and sit!! Don’t stand on my account!”) McCoy would totally be into doing this. We ladies enjoy it.  Nobody is insulted.  But ladies also open doors for gentlemen.  We just try to be nice to each other.  I apologize if anyone ever met someone met someone rude from Georgia!  They must have been having a bad day, bless their heart. (Maybe someone offered them a Pepsi…)

11.  It’s true that tea is always iced.  And sweet. And we drink it all the time. Unless we’re drinking Coke. 

12. To me, McCoy does not sound like he has any accent, - I just don’t hear it. But Kirk sounds a little funny sometimes! 

 OK - I’m going to stop here.  If anyone has any questions please feel free to ask!!  I’m hoping to read a lot more Bones stories and I hope this helps!

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This or That? || Harry Potter Edition ||

1: Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley?
2: The Three Broomsticks or The Leaky Cauldron?
3: Fred or George?
4: Chocolate frogs or Every Flavored Beans?
5: The Chamber Of Secrets or The Room Of Requirement?
6: Voldemort or Umbridge?
7: The Burrow or Malfoy Manor?
8: Dementors or Giants?
9: Trevor or Crookshanks?
10: The Hogwarts express or Arthur’s Ford Anglia?
11: Hufflepuff’s cup or Ravenclaw’s Diadem?
12: Gryffindor or Slytherin?
13: Seeker or Chaser?
14: Amortentia or The Elixir Of Life?
15: Molly’s cooking or school feasts?
16: Death Eaters or The Order of The Phoenix?
17: Bring Sirius back to life or Bring Dobby back to life?
18: Kill Hagrid or Kill Mcgonagall?
19: Be part of the Weasleys or Be part of the Potters?
20: Charms or DADA?
21: Get bitten by a werewolf or Become a horcrux?
22: Free the elves or Free the goblins?
23: Have a date with Draco or Have a date with Cedric?
24: Bestow a curse on your best friend or a hex on your family?
25: Zonko’s or Honeyduke’s?
26: Illvermorny or Hogwarts?
27: Muggles or Squibs?
28: Hermione Granger or Luna Lovegood?
29: Ten feet of parchment on a subject that you enjoy, or five feet of parchment on a subject that you hate/never listen to.
30: Own the Elder Wand or Own the Invisibility Cloak?
31: Wizard’s Chess or Exploding Snap?
32: Marauders or Albus and Scorpius?
33: Golden Snitches or Buldgers?
34: Nifflers or Demiguises?
35: Bellatrix or Narcissa?
36: O.W.Ls or N.E.W.Ts?
37: Have Lockheart or Snape as a teacher?
38: The Great Lake or The Forbidden Forest?
39: Get your soul sucked out (like Barty Crouch Jr.) or reveal all of your secrets to everyone under the effects of vertiserum?
40: Punch Harry or Kick Ron?
41: Live forever or Resurrect all deceased loved ones?
42: Discover your ACTUAL House or your patronus?
43: Sneaking into the kitchen or sneaking into other dorms?
44: The dungeons or The towers?
45: Merpeople or Centaurs?
46: Drarry or Scalbus?
47: Head Boy/Girl or Prefect?
48: MACUSA or The Ministry of Magic?
49: Fleur and Bill’s wedding or Remus and Tonks’s wedding?
50: “Always” or “Yer a wizard, Harry,”


what’s in your bag: pansy parkinson

Pansy: Merlin, this is going to take a while… Alright. The essentials…

Pansy: here we go.

Pansy: Madame Moliere’s Melt-Free Dark Chocolate. Every sensible witch should have chocolate in her bag.

Pansy: Eyeshadow. Only the best, obviously. I don’t mess around.

Pansy: A scented candle. You never know when you’ll step into a room that desperately needs some freshening

Pansy: A hairbrush. Looking this good is nothing to joke about.

Pansy: The Elixir of Life (booze). Honestly, how else do you expect me to make it through Draco’s endless ramblings about Potter?

Pansy: Some potions… one of them may be Amortentia… another may be draught of living death… you never know what you’ll need at a moment’s notice.

Pansy: A Music Box that Draco’s Mum gave me for Christmas last year. I happen to think it means that she’s given us her blessing, but he says she gave one to Blaise, too…

And of course… lipstick. Hold on, let me see how much I have in here…

Pansy: my favorite’s in here somewhere…

Pansy: Ah, found it! Knew it was in there somewhere.

((OOC: I was tagged by the wonderful @kapitan5o and I tag @space-marauder i.e. the Draco to my Pansy (obviously), @askthegirlwholoved‘s amazing Cho Chang,  and @sirussly‘s ever-the-badass Tonks))

DAY 3319

Jalsa, Mumbai                    Apr 29/30,  2017                  Sat/Sun 1:26 am

This side dear beloved .. this bank .. this brink, there is you, the elixir of life .. what of the other side .. across ..?

Rays of the moon soft and gentle ..wipe away misty fogged eyed, the anguish of life .. the breeze so light and in its mild attire, do make me forget the sorrows of mind .. those withered flower buds, smile and tell you to be in good spirit .. that little bird on the branches of the tree, does give its tale of the essence of youth .. you fill me with the nectar in cup, appease me, entertain me, my soul ..

What of the other side .. the other bank the brink beyond .. who would envelop me with .. the affection ..  care that I do get here ..

My eyes do see ..  beyond .. the vast turbulent oceans .. yet standing there on the other bank, someone does drag me to its arms .. I move today, you will do follow, in the morrow .. and the day after the friends and their company .. the world doth weep in the absence, but they that have to go do go .. my mind doth quiver in uncertainty, just by the banks hither .. but when I shall reach .. alone .. by the middle .. what then my fate .. shall be ..

You are with me here .. what of the other side .. what doth happen then and there ..

… and more .. and more … and more .. beyond .. the description of which may and shall remain unknown .. for when they, that achieve such command, never do come back to tell us the experience or the factuality of the after death ..

Iss Paar is here now ..

Us Paar is there on the other .. unknown and in the mystery of its being ..

If the vision of a poet could not ;  what do we mortals claim to ever know  !

Amitabh Bachchan





Chang'e or Chang-o [嫦娥] is the Chinese goddess of the Moon. Unlike many lunar deities in other cultures who personify the Moon, Chang'e only lives on the Moon.

In one version of the Chang'e legend, she was a beautiful young girl working in the Jade Emperor’s palace in heaven, where immortals, good people and fairies lived. One day, she accidentally broke a precious porcelain jar. Angered, the Jade Emperor banished her to live on earth.

Chang'e was transformed into a member of a rich farming family. When she was 18, a young hunter named Houyi from another village spotted her, now a beautiful young woman. They became friends. One day, a strange phenomenon occurred—10 suns arose in the sky instead of one, blazing the earth. Houyi, an expert archer, stepped forward to try to save the earth. He successfully shot down nine of the suns, becoming an instant hero. He eventually became king and married Chang'e.

But King Houyi grew to become greedy and selfish. He sought immortality by ordering an elixir be created to prolong his life. The elixir in the form of a single pill was almost ready when Chang'e came upon it. She either accidentally or purposely swallowed the pill. This angered King Houyi, who went after his wife. Trying to flee, she jumped out the window of a chamber at the top of the palace—and, instead of falling, she floated into the sky toward the Moon.


Asian Mythology Meme [1/?]

Chang'e | 嫦娥 | Heng'e

Chinese moon goddess. Her husband, Yi, was rewarded with the elixir of life after shooting down nine of the ten suns that plagued the earth. While Yi was out, his apprentice, Fengmeng, broke into the house and demanded the elixir from Chang'e. Refusing to give it to him, Chang'e drank the elixir and flew up into the heavens, choosing to live on the moon to be near her husband.

The idea that such a significant portion of our population believes overtly in magic that it’s considered impolite to deride their delusion is fucking ridiculous the more you think about it.

I mean that’s insane. Imagine if there were people going around who believed in alchemy and despite lacking any evidence for it, we were expected to tolerate that as normal because occasionally people who believed in alchemy made contributions to real physics.

And you tried to explain them that there’s no such fucking thing as a philosopher’s stone and they’re like “Listen some people need a goal to strive for and if it’s transmutation of lead into gold and conjuration of the elixir of life, why would you take that from them?”

Yeah I maybe rude but on other occasions I can be polite regarding the same topic, meanwhile you’re still wrong 100% of the time.

The Forgotten King

-This is kind of like a fic, but not exactly written with the intention to be one, but please still read and enjoy! This is written with Jeremy as the main character, but has very light Joelay elements- 

-To summarize this plot, There are five immortal kings, but Jeremy, a scholar in the domain of King Ryan, finds ancient texts that talk about a sixth king – The king of Thorns. He sets off on a quest to find more information, if not the king himself (because after all, how do you kill an immortal?) and in the process ends up becoming the new sixth king himself-


The five immortal kings ruled all of the land. Powerful beings that could crush the world in two, yet looked just like another person. The only thing that gave them away was the thrones they sat on and the look in their eyes that had seen the centuries. Despite their strength, they do not consider themselves gods. 

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Hide placed his head on the hard wooden desk. He and Kaneki had been study for Kamii’s entrance exam since 8am, and it was now 10pm. Beyond exhausted, Hide wondered how Kaneki was still going strong; Kaneki was like a whole other species when it came to studying. With his head still on the desk, he looked over at Kaneki, who was tapping his pencil against his lower lip; Kaneki felt Hide looking at him, so Kaneki moved his attention to his friend.

“Tired already?” Kaneki eyes softened. His voice was warm and tender, feeling a bit of guilt for keeping Hide with him for over 12 hours. Kaneki reached over and caressed Hide’s cheek and moved on to brush his hair. 

Kaneki’s gentle and smooth fingers were lulling Hide to sleep; he wanted Kaneki to do that for the rest of eternity. Even as neither spoke, Kaneki didn’t stop until Hide decided it was time to get up.

“Feeling awake enough to keep going?” The hand Kaneki was using to comfort Hide was now on his lap. Hide wanted to take it into his and run his thumb over his soft knuckles. 

“I’m still tired. But you should get rest too.” Hide moved and rested his head on Kaneki’s shoulder, and like always, Kaneki let him. Kaneki would let Hide do anything to him. Kaneki shied away from touch at any other time when they were in public. But right now, they were alone in Hide’s room, taking in each other’s warmth and scent, mixture of sweet honey and vanilla mixing together with Kaneki’s lavender aroma. 

Kaneki hummed knowingly and closed his book. He wasn’t going to fight Hide on this because he didn’t want to keep studying either. 

“Let’s head to bed.” Shutting his eyes, Kaneki moved and buried his face in Hide’s neck, curling up when Hide wrapped his arms around him. Hide pulled an brought them both down.

“Want to sleep on the floor?” Hide joked.

Then Kaneki laughed, filling the room with color and life. His laugh was like the elixir of life, giving Kaneki a immortal and youthful look that, in turn, effected Hide. Hide, more than anything in this world, wished for them to live together in a world where time stood still.

The One Event Your Story MUST Have

“What if I told you that removing one event from Harry Potter’s life would stop his story from ever happening?”

*intrigued Voldy noises*

Yes, one thing would’ve fixed it all for Voldemort. Just stop one thing from happening, and life would’ve gone back to being great for him. There wouldn’t have been a kid around to stop him from getting that Elixir of Life. He would’ve gotten a body again, maybe one with hair and a nose, and gone back to his favorite hobbies: morning house elf kicking, going down to the pub with his Death Eaters, Avada Kedavra-ing the bartender because he doesn’t serve snake milk, taking over more of the wizarding world every day – all of it. If he’d known about this all-important scene, and had the wherewithal to stop it, he could’ve prevented his life from spiraling into this:

This was a particular low point. Even lower than becoming an evil infant.

Happily for us and Harry, Voldemort never bothered to study the science of story, and obviously wasn’t a writer. Writers know this scene instinctively, and their brains are geared to generate these story events endlessly.

So! What story event holds all this power? An event that can make or break the story? To find out, let’s remove it from some movies and see what happens.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them:

Kowalski never picks up Newt’s case. In fact, Jacob gets run over by a renegade penny-farthing rider just before he picks it up. Newt grabs his magical suitcase, and continues about his business.

Yup, Jacob gets runs over by this guy.

  And Newt doesn’t even notice. 


Rapunzel asks Gothel if she can go see the floating lights for her birthday. Gothel doesn’t say “You may never ask to leave this tower again.” She instead says, “Sure! Let’s go. Bring a thermos of hazelnut soup for the trip.”

Uh … yum.

Harry Potter:

Voldemort gets a job at the post office and intercepts every Hogwarts letter sent to Harry. He then sabotages every attempt the wizarding world makes to contact Harry. Maybe he even fakes Harry’s death.

And Harry continues his lifetime of frying bacon for Dudley.

So, with these changes, what happens next in these stories?

– Newt finishes his business in New York, and sails back to London.

– Rapunzel goes on a trip, returns to her tower, finds Flynn there, hits him with a frying pan, and he runs for his life.

– Harry never finds out he’s a wizard.

Or in other words, nothing. Nothing happens next. They have ceased to be stories.

How did removing one event stop them from happening?

Because the event we removed was the Catalyst. The inciting incident. The event that triggers CHANGE.

In stories, a catalyst causes things to happen. The hero is always paralyzed in some way in the beginning, their ordinary life stagnant and unchanging. The catalyst introduces change, motion, trouble. Without it, nothing else can happen. Which is why a villain would be really smart to keep his nemesis in that trouble-free life, and prevent any sort of catalyst that could trigger a story.

Oddly, heroes are far more prone to killing catalysts. Some ignore it, refuse to be affected by it, or – worst of all – complain about it. Imagine Harry getting the mysterious letters from no one, but having no desire to read it, simply wishing to keep things as they are. Imagine Newt shrugging when he discovers his case is gone, and saying “Well, I can get other magical creatures” before going back to London. Or Rapunzel being perfectly content to practice ventriloquism and dip candles for the rest of her life. This is why whiny main characters who “just want to be a normal person” or “just want to be happy” are so annoying: they are stopping their own story from happening.

So! This one is super easy. When you’re developing the foundation of your story, ask yourself these things: What event is going to trigger change in my hero’s life? And how will they react?