living to read fantasy

You can't tell me they're not in love
  • SCORPIUS: Still if I had to choose a companion to be at the return of eternal darkness with, I'd chose you.
  • ALBUS: No offense, but I'd choose someone massive and really good at magic.
Broke My Dream

Characters: Sam x Reader

Word count: 4442 - sorry not sorry blame @a-sea-of-fandoms

Warnings: fluffy fluff, smutty smut, a bit of angst if you squint

A/N: Anon Requested: “Can you write one about Sam x reader. Reader is shy quiet bookworm who is in love with Sam. She knows he would never feel the same way. So she fantasizes about him seducing her. Then it really happens. Thank you” Hope this is OK!

You couldn’t focus on the book in front of you. The bunker was quiet enough, the light warm enough, your legs comfortably resting over the arm of the armchair you were laid in, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was an uncharacteristically quiet day, and it was supposed to be the day you finished this book you’d been trying to finish for weeks. But every time the main character was mentioned, your mind wandered and you thought back to the tall, long haired, broad shouldered man you knew in real life. You weren’t even halfway through this thing, but you wouldn’t give up on it. You’d never given up halfway through a book and you didn’t plan on starting now.

Clearing your throat, you tried to refocus.

You felt your eyes growing heavy and before you knew it you were drifting off to sleep, your head resting on the other arm of the chair, the book still open and perched against your thighs. You felt yourself smile as you saw Sam move towards you, his hand coming up to hold your face before he crashed his lips to yours. You were suddenly against a wall, his hands on your waist holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. You gripped the fabric of his shirt as he let his hands wander down, his lips moving to suck a mark under your ear.

A moan rumbled past your lips as you felt his fingers slip under the top of your jeans and you suddenly started awake.

You jumped up, sitting up in the chair, realising you’d fallen asleep and were having one of your not-so-infrequent fantasies about the younger Winchester. It had been a long couple of weeks and sleep had been severely lacking for all of you as you worked the case.

“Dude you were out,” you heard Dean’s voice and laughed. “And making some serious happy noises,” he winked, and you instantly cringed, your cheeks flushing pink.

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stormears  asked:

Do you know of any resources for "what it's like to live in X environment?" I'm trying to write about a character living in a village in a desert. I've checked your "research" and "resources" tags and didn't find anything that I could use. My google research gives me things like "facts about deserts/tundras/rainforests" but these are more trivia facts instead of how a person has to adjust their life to use/deal with their environment. I want to read about the human experience of living there.

Let’s turn this into a chance to do deeper searches. I don’t know what you’ve already found, but some of the trivia might be helpful later. Don’t discount it when you need to go hunting or gathering for dinner.

Three things before we jump down the rabbit hole: 

1. There are indigenous people who’ve lived in climates we Westerners think of as inhospitable for millennia. Focus on people, not climates. (Research both, though.)

2. I’m not going to filter out any results that might send anyone to articles that are culturally insensitive/appropriative/exceedingly white. I haven’t vetted all of them all the way. That part’s up to you.

3. You might want to outline or list the building blocks of the world you want to create so you can focus on those specific topics. 

First, make sure you are asking questions in natural, or close to natural, language. Just searching “desert” or “desert life” will probably give you way too many generic articles. 

My first search was “what is it like to live in the desert” and actually, the results that looked most promising were some of the related searches all over the page. 

That gave me the idea to search for “human inhabited deserts” and that got a lot more promising. 

I saw one article, Facts About the People in the Arabian Desert, and it looked like it was meant for kids. But I checked the references at the bottom of the page and found the name of a travel journalist named Ryan Murdock. A few dead ends later, I got to his Articles page on his own website and found a few good links to articles about Jordan and Namibia.

I went back to “human inhabited deserts” just looking for areas/specific deserts/specific peoples and found places like Alice Springs, Australia, the Sonoran Desert, the Kalahari Desert/San people, and the nomadic Tuareg people. 

Don’t forget National Geographic. There are articles available online. Hot tip: You’ll need to filter the search to avoid sifting through hundreds of single photographs. Unless you want to do that for landscape ideas. 

This looks like a start: 

http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2014/07/hejaz-desert/salopek-text

[Beware the paywall … you might need to use a library database. :-( ]

Then I realized I wanted to find other longform journalism articles, so I searched “where to find longform journalism online” and found several promising, free sites where you might want to search for specific articles.

References on seemingly useless articles might be of the best help. You’re going to have to search more than the first page of results a lot, too. 

See what other authors have done with the topic. Other searches I dove into: 

“books about people living in the desert”

https://timesflowstemmed.com/2013/04/28/top-10-books-about-deserts/

“books about desert cultures” might be good, too.

There’s no guarantee that this is the research path you need to follow, but maybe it will get you started and you’ll find the road you need to take. 

Bonus advice: 

If you’re looking for desert living in a fantasy/sci-fi setting, I recommend reading the classic Dune by Frank Herbert. It’s a master class in using setting to frame a story (and in fact an entire epic saga).

If spec fic isn’t your thing, then I offer up Willa Cather’s Death Comes for the Archbishop – another novel where setting (New Mexico; the book was published in 1927, so keep that in mind.) is as important as the characters. 

– mod Aliya

anonymous asked:

Can I request a scenario where Sakumo is alive somehow (maybe he didn't die, maybe he's been edo-tensei'd, maybe he's a ghost but Kakashi can still talk and interact with him, maybe Kakashi dreams of him, idk whatever it doesn't matter) and Sakumo is being an overbearing, nosy father, giving a teenaged Kakashi advice on how to talk to his crush or s/o. And Kakashi is just super embarrassed about the whole thing. Thank you!

This was an interesting request and I hope you don’t mind that I made Sakumo a ghost. I thought it would be more beneficial for Kakashi. Thank you for requesting. ^.^

Sakumo nudging Kakashi in the right direction

“Ok Kakashi, seeya next time?”

“Yea… maybe.”

“Alright… bye…”

“Bye.”

Kakashi responded moderately as he continued to walk away from you. His eyes were focused on the book in his hands, that blocked his face from view as he walked down the streets of Konoha. He just wanted to get back to his cozy old apartment to relax after running a small errand for the Hokage early this morning.

He really hated getting up early, but the errand was over quickly. That’s where he had ran into you. You worked at the Hokage Tower as a secretary of sorts. You helped file paper work and helped the Hokage stay on schedule. It was your job to inform the Hokage when important shinobi arrived in the village or when others were waiting for consultations with them.

That’s where you met Kakashi on numerous occasions and tried to create small talk while he waited for the Hokage to see him, but he never seemed very interested. It was always halfhearted replies and he could never take his eyes off that book he was always reading. You had a sinking suspicion he was never really reading that book; he just did that to ignore you.

It was true, Kakashi used his book as a shield from the outside world. It was a clear signal that he couldn’t be bothered and wished not to be bothered.

“You’re going to end up all alone if you keep behaving this way.”

Kakashi’s eyes snapped away from the page he was on and darted to the presence beside him. Kakashi sighed as he saw the essence of his father floating beside him. This had been happening for some time now.

It had first thrown Kakashi for a loop when he first came into contact with Sakumo’s spirit. He remembered the mess he made in his apartment as he tried to get away from his father, but now as this was his fifth appearance in Kakashi’s life, Kakashi was more accustomed to his father appearing.

Kakashi’s eyes shifted away from his father, scanning the light crowd of civilians. None of them seemed to be aware of Sakumo’s presence except for Kakashi.

“I prefer to be alone,” Kakashi muttered quietly, keeping his book in front of his mouth so others couldn’t see he was talking.

Sakumo sighed from beside him, watching his only son. He knew his son would be difficult to persuade as his eyes dropped to the book in Kakashi’s hands.

“Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to live out those fantasies you’re always reading? Hm?” Sakumo pressed, probing for an answer.

Kakashi’s eyes widened as he faltered in his step. His cheeks were red as he kept his eyes away from his father.

“I… uh… I… I have had sex before, father,” Kakashi admitted, embarrassed by the context of the conversation.

Sakumo chuckled. “I’m well aware of that, but you haven’t found anyone to love yet.”

Kakashi’s embarrassment faded as he slowly turned the page in his novel. He made sure no one was paying attention to him as it would look like he was talking to himself. He didn’t answer his father. He didn’t want to find someone to love…. For fear that he wouldn’t be able to love them for very long.

“You know, Y/N likes you,” Sakumo stated, factually.

Kakashi paused, keeping his eyes on his book. “I’m… aware….”

“You should give her a chance. Don’t be so afraid of falling in love,” Sakumo addressed, calmly as Kakashi turned his head to look at him.

Sakumo could read his son perfectly. It wasn’t that Kakashi didn’t want to find love. It was he didn’t want to lose the ones he cared about all over again. Sakumo smiled at his son before fading away.

Sakumo’s words rang through Kakashi’s head. Kakashi shouldn’t have been surprised that his father could read him so well, but Kakashi was taken back. His guard that he held up was shattered and now Sakumo’s words were in his head.

It wasn’t until the next day when Kakashi was back at the Hokage tower after filling out a report, did he see you again. You ran your hands through your hair nervous as you greeted him. You were going to be courageous today. You were just going to ask him out. You were tired of waiting for him to notice you; you were going to make him notice and make him put that book down.

You stepped forward confidently in front of your desk as you saw him approach, but stopped short when he actually looked you in the eyes for once. He had removed his book from his face and gave you a light smile from underneath his mask.

“Good Morning, Y/N,” Kakashi greeted, nodding his head slightly.

You nodded back stunned, forgetting your earlier courage.

“The Hokage is waiting for you,” one of the Hokage’s Anbu directed that stood by.

“Alright then,” Kakashi drawled out, moving his eyes up to the Anbu before turning to the double doors of the Hokage’s office down the hall.

Kakashi had passed you and was half way to the doors when you snapped back into focus, you were going to miss your chance.

“Wait Kakashi!” you exclaimed, running to catch up with him.

Kakashi heard you call and felt a hand grip his shoulder forcing him to turn around. Kakashi saw you halt in your steps almost running into him as he caught a glimpse of his father’s ghost fading away, knowing Sakumo was the one to stop him.

“Kakashi… I wanted… I wanted to know if you like to go out to dinner with me!?!” you blurted out anxious.

Kakashi’s eyes were drawn back to you, looking over the features on your face.

“Sure. I be happy to join you for dinner,” Kakashi agreed, sweetly.

A huge grin split your face in excitement and Kakashi couldn’t help but feel the light butterflies that erupted in his belly at the sight of it. You were very beautiful. Maybe… Kakashi could learn to not be afraid to fall in love.

From his father, Gansey had gotten a head for logic, an affection for research, and a trust fund the size of most state lotteries. From their father, the Lynch brothers had gotten indefatigable egos, a decade of obscure Irish music instrument lessons, and the ability to box like they meant it. Niall Lynch had not been around very much, but when he had been, he had been an excellent teacher.
—  Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys
Elmwood (Ch 18)

New Chapter up. I tried to wait, but, here it is I could no longer keep from posting it. I guess the good thing about having an empty ask box is I can work on my bigger projects, lol. Sadly though, that means my blog is pretty empty. Hmm, I could just make more Yooran!!!!!!

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Saeyoung bounded up the short flight of stairs to knock on Vanderwood’s door. He hoped the man would be in. He was tired of walking around eggshells in the estate and thought to ask Vanderwood if he knew anything about the first men. The door was answered by the same grey-haired boney man as before. Saeyoung reminded himself to at least ask what the man’s name was.

“I remember you!” The man said, his raspy voice grating to the ears. “Come, come. The master will be delighted to see you. He talked of nothing else for months after you left.” He grabbed Saeyoung’s wrist and pulled him in, shoving the door closed behind them. They tramped through the hallway and into the same study as before. Vanderwood sat by the window, a book in his hands, his fine clothes perfectly fit to accentuate his body. There were ruffles around his throat and at his wrists, yet, they made him look regal and not effeminate. He stood, dropping the book as soon as he saw who was being dragged in.

“Saeyoung!” he thundered towards him and engulfed him in an embrace. A very long and tight embrace. Saeyoung patted the man on the back until he was set free. He looked around him. “Are you here alone? Is Jumin back?” he asked, his hands still on his shoulders.

“Yes, and yes.” Saeyoung clarified.

“It is wonderful to see you! But why is Jumin not here?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, I think he has his mind on other things.” He did not want to tell Vanderwood about V, he felt it was not his place. Jumin would eventually, he was sure.

“Well, no matter! Fitz! Bring us some tea, and cake, those little ones I like!” he ordered. The lanky man turned and shuffled out the door.

“You do not have to go to any trouble.” Saeyoung called after the man, he was not sure he would be able to even carry a loaded tray.

“Nonsense!” Vanderwood waved his concern away and led Saeyoung to the chair next to the one he had been sitting on. There was a round table between them. Vanderwood picked up the book he had dropped and lay it on the table. “Now, what brings you here? You look as if you have a question you need answered. Have you found your brother yet?”

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ID #43010

Name: Elora
Age: 18
Country: USA

Hi! I am currently moving into a new chapter in my life and with that I want to expand my connections and meet new people from places outside of where I’ve always lived. I love to read- fantasy, adventure, realistic, mystery, just about any genre- and write. I am also a huge theater nerd. I struggle with some social anxiety but I am hoping this will help. I am also interested in dance, music and baking. I love meeting new people and new ideas.

Preferences: People around my age 17-20

Very open minded

Not homophobic, sexist, racist, and cannot specifically label any religions or lack of religion as wrong/bad

ID #27996

Name: Jasmina
Age: 18
Country: United Kingdom

 Hiya ^-^
I’m an enthusiastic person, I live off bad jokes and memes. I’m obsessed with reading (fiction, drama, fantasy… Harry Potter, TMI, and so on..) and writing (I’m going on to study journalism this year). I love DIY and crafty things, I used to make little polymer clay figurines when I had more spare time in my life, hoping to get back into that soon. In the mean time I’m journaling, writing book reviews, drinking a lot of tea, and watching YouTube or anime (or both). I’m into alternative fashion and lifestyle (my hair is constantly different colours and I’m all about standing out from the crowd, at the same time being a bit scared to. Don’t ask how that works. I have no clue). I’m looking for deep conversations and hopefully a great friendship :3

Preferences
- if you support Trump then no thanks :)
- if you’re homophobic or any other type of ass then no thanks :)

Clockworks and triads

thesenseinnonsense said: Hey, Cassie! I just have a quick question about tid. Why did you never decide to make will, jem, and Tessa a triad relationship? I feel like they all loved each other equally a lot, so maybe it would’ve made sense? I still love your books though :)


The way the plot of Clockwork is constructed does not make it possible for it to have turned out to be a polyamorous triad — Jem never finds out Will likes Tessa too until Tessa is gone and Jem himself is literally on his deathbed, midway through book three. Will never finds out Tessa likes Will until Jem is Silent-Brothered and presumed dead, almost at the end of book three. Only Tessa and Jem know they like each other, and only Tessa knows she likes Will too–which information she considers pretty likely to be upsetting to Jem, and which she doesn’t even share with Will. Tessa doesn’t know Will likes her until the end of the second book. There is no time for anyone to come up with or arrange or suggest a polyamorous triad, and as a Silent Brother, Jem wouldn’t be able to take part in one anyway.

Certainly, I arranged the plot and could have arranged it another way, but I would have had to decide before I ever began writing the books that “polyamorous triad” was where I was going and that the message of the books was going to be a different one than the one I was going for. Jem is always dying, so there is always a ticking clock over his relationships (and if he wasn’t dying, he’d be a very different person living in China). Will believes he is under a curse and cannot be loved for the majority of the trilogy (and if he didn’t, he’d be a very different person and a farmer in Wales). Tessa is, throughout the trilogy, an immortal warlock (and if she wasn’t, she’d be in the poorhouse in New York). None of them would ever have met. Their natures and their circumstances have to be considered: they help make up the story I wanted to tell.

I set out to tell the story of the Infernal Devices because I wanted to write about the intersection of the idea of eternal love and the happily ever after and the reality of human death. The books are about Tessa, primarily: she is their beating heart, and I wanted to tell a story of a love triangle that for me, would be unique because it is not from the point of view of a mortal who falls in love with an immortal, but from the point of view of the immortal who has to face the reality of loving those who will die. The fulcrum rests on the bittersweet yet alluring fantasy premise of living forever. I’ve read and encountered many stories about an immortal in love with a mortal — from Apollo and Hyacinth to Buffy and Angel to Bella and Edward and rarely if ever have I seen it play out simply with one of them aging and dying and the other one not. There are books where a love triangle decides to go in the triad direction. There are not any other books I am aware of which have the immortal heroine fall in love with two men, both mortal, both destined to be lost to her–and gain one as a companion in one age, and then past all hope the other as a companion in another. That was what fascinated me: the idea of love unto and after death, the unique solution. Not an idea of perfect happiness, or the solving of the love triangle puzzle via polyamory, even though I think that’s a valid solve for another story, and indeed, one I have seen before and enjoyed. (Though ending a love triangle in polyamory does not make it not a love triangle. It just makes it a love triangle that ends with polyamory. :)

Nor is there anything wrong with love triangles. I’ve seen a lot of grumping about them lately, and I have zero patience for the idea that love triangles, or any classic narrative tool, are a problem if done well. They have been a piece of narrative structure for as long as the written word; suggesting people stop writing love triangles, or situations in which a love story is complicated or triangulated by someone outside the dyad of the relationship, is as absurd as suggesting that the people should stop writing mysteries where a murder is committed and someone investigates it and then finds out who did it. A popular book about something does not mean no one can ever write about that something again, especially if they think they have something to add to the conversation (all books are in conversation, as Sarah Rees Brennan pointed out yesterday in a lovely post) whether that thing be magic school, dystopia, or love triangles.

The poly answer is a very happy answer; it leaves space for a “happily ever after” in a way that the actual ending of Clockwork doesn’t. But it also doesn’t exactly address the issues of time, mortality, loss, and the resilience of love that were the reason I wrote the series in the first place — it addresses other, important issues, but different ones.

 Jem and Will did not have time, the time of their lifespans, to be with each other as parabatai, which is what they would have wanted. Tessa had to be parted from one of them and then the other: Jem is mortal now: someday she will have lost both of them, and still face the future. That’s the bittersweetness of immortality: that’s the story I was telling. 

On Saturday, the Lynch brothers found that their father’s death had left them rich and homeless. The will forbade them to touch anything in the house–their clothing, the furniture. Their silent mother. The will demanded they immediately move into Aglionby housing. Declan, the eldest, was meant to control the funds and their lives until his brothers reached eighteen. On Sunday, Ronan stole his deceased father’s car. On Monday, the Lynch brothers stopped being friends.
—  Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

Stan Lee says that the reason why Spidey is so popular is because all of us can relate to him, and I agree. I needed Spidey in my life when I was a kid, and he gave me hope. In every comic I read, he was living out my and every skinny boy’s fantasy of being stronger, of being free of the body I was born into, and that swinging sensation of flight. And upon receiving his power, unlike most who have become corrupted, he used it for good. And I think that we all wish we had the courage to stick up for ourselves more, to stick up for a loved one more, or even a stranger you see being mistreated, and Peter Parker has inspired me to feel stronger. He made me, Andrew, braver. He reassured me that by doing the right thing, it’s worth it. It’s worth the struggle, it’s worth the pain, it’s worth even the tears, the bruises, and the blood. [x]

I think the reason I enjoy urban fantasy so much is that it is so intensely relatable. I think everyone at one time has wanted to live in a world with dragons, wizards, magics and angels while still having the ability to snap photos of them with your cell phone or Google which monster is currently living on top of Safeco Towers.