anonymous asked:

everything about papers is hard apa sourcing is confusing when I grew up only using mla I didn't know I needed to indent until I lost marks because of it?? What a manucript page header what does that do/mean I don't understand

There are some websites that make sourcing references in different styles easy. Here’s a couple:

BibMe: Free Bibliography & Citation Maker - MLA, APA, Chicago …

Citation Machine: Format & Generate Citations – APA, MLA, & Chicago

That does sound quite harsh. Most of my courses are pretty lax when it comes to formatting. Though I have had very strict teachers like you’re describing.

This website identifies what a Manuscript page header is and how to make one:

How To Format A Manuscript Header Using MS Word

I hope these links help. I’ll be happy to help out any time. :)


พระ มาลัย ที่เขียนด้วยลายมือ (Phra Malai manucript); illusrated Buddhist Sutras from the 18th and 19th centuries, central Thailand.


Request: one where the reader, who has lost her memories, is a new employee at DC Studios. She works in the Archives that hold all the original comic manucripts. One day she finds a old, unpublished story about Jason where he has a girlfriend, who at the end disapearing in a magic explosion that erases all evidence that she ever existed. This girlfriend has the same name and looks as the reader and the manuscript dated the same day the reader was found after losing her memories.

I gave it my best shot anon!

Tagging @bamboozledimagines and @batlog thanks for the help girls!

The  buzzing silence along with the darkness filled your ears and head once again. You shot your eyes open and headed to your bathroom, where you threw water on your face. You were left to stare at your reflection in the mirror; your eyes were bloodshot, your lips chapped and your hair looked like a rat nest.
    You had to do a lot before you could go to work but thank god your insomnia wouldn’t let you sleep. You walked slowly to your kitchen, while scratching your scalp with your small fingers and  proceeded to make a coffee.
    Something killed you. You didn’t know what, but it killed you. A space in your heart ate you alive. You didn’t know the reason and you certainly wouldn’t try to find it while caffeine hadn’t entered your system.
   Your head still buzzed after you took a shower, and surprisingly even more, after you took some painkillers. This had never happened; painkillers always stopped your bad headaches. Even if your head was burning and even when it seemed heavy to you.

Today it was another rainy day. Today was another rainy day in New York, in your cold apartment, that you never felt that it was yours.

It was so funny because sometimes you wished you’d never see the present day again. You wanted to go back in the past, to figure out why you didn’t remember. Who were your parents? Weren’t they alive? And if they were, why hadn’t they reached out to you yet?

Did you have someone? Had you ever loved? Had you ever been loved?

You sighed as you snapped back in reality. Your coffee was cold; you had been zoning out for good, you thought. You stood up from the kitchen table and hooked your fingers under your white tank top. By the time your reached your room, you were holding both pieces of your pijamas in your hands. You threw them on the bed with as much force as you could and opened your closet to find a black pencil dress.
You wore it, right after you put some tights on, to keep your legs warm and walked quickly to your bathroom.

It was as simple as it could get now; brush your teeth, fix your hair, put some make up on. Your job required a proper attire.

The wheels of your car made a sliding sound as you parked to your usual parking spot and you got grabbed on the steering wheel, squeezing it so tight that your knuckles turned white. Inside, you feared a car accident would occur to you again and you’d lose the few memories you had created in all these months.

You used your umbrella to keep the rain away from your fixed hair. It wasn’t a long walk to the main door of the building, but you stopped some meters before you got in and looked up at the familiar Symbol.


You couldn’t help but sigh. Ever since they called you some months ago, asking if you would like to continue working there, more questions popped in your mind.

Why did you need a job? Had you studied? What were you working as?
And mos importantly, why would one name their company Detective Comics Comics?

The usual walk to the elevator was simple as it could get. You greeted some people, that claimed to know you, sighed some more times, wait for the elevator to come and reach to your department, that was merely a story down the main hall.
You greeted your colleagues there too, asking what was your task for the day.

“Today you’re on unpublished stories. I’ll give you some to start scanning!” Mandy, the only friend you had made in all these months, spoke.

“Why, being handed the stories will help a lot! Thanks Mandy!”

She shot you a smile and nodded, her short blond bob jiggling.
“Okay, here you are! These are exclusively Jason Todd stories. I’m taking care of the rest! ” She giggled and slammed a huge pile of Jason comics before your face.
“Thanks” you muttered and gulped at the instant.

“Honey are you okay? You seem like a ghost today! Did you remember anything?”
You shook your head, slowly in denial and she left after she patted your shoulder. She knew not to push more.

It was the end of the day. You might have been working for some extra hours too, as the archive floor was almost empty; in fact, only you, Mandy and three other employees were still left.

You impatiently looked at the clock.

11.43 pm

Okay so maybe you’d die in this building. But you had to finish with that last Jason story. Once again the task was simple; you read the comic if you want and then you have to reprint it, so the story will stay unharmed from time.

And maybe this story was interesting.
It was from Red Hood and the Outlaws from the 2011 DC Comics reboot named New 52, and it was set as a standalone one shot as a small gift that went along with the original issue.
You knew it was worth reading, and never understood why it never made it as a print but it was before you now and it was tempting not to read it.

You turned the cover and the story immediately started.
The first image was one of a small bald boy, with olive skin. Blue shines surrounded him, his face covered on a mischievous grin.
Your hair raised at a strange feeling, all this blue around him, feeling familiar.

He was talking to Jason, on how he could save his loved one from his hands. He said, he held her memories and that he needed his to set her free.
Jason was split, and Roy was trying to convince him not to do anything stupid, along with Kor'i.
Your heart throbbed, feeling anxious on what Jason would respond in the next page.

“I need time to think. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

Next few pages showed Jason being comforted by the team. They told him they’d find a way to get his loved one back. That she was safe.
Jason highly doubted that, as he knew what little shit S'aru was. And as he laid on his bed, sleep not bothering to budge him, he muttered a name.

Your name.

Your eyes shot completely open and vivid memories passed before your eyes as flashes.
The color blue, an intense laugh, a man’s voice calling your name before everything going black. Men falling from the sky. Endless laughing with a family of men. Cries for help. The blue again, and then it was over, as suddenly as it came.

Sweat dropped from your forehead as you turned the pages quickly, barely bothering to read every panel. The situation seemed familiar. Too familiar. And as it couldn’t get any worse you noticed Jason dragging a girl with him with (h/c) hair, that only wore a hospital’s white dress. Roy and Kor'i were running just infront of him, heading to the ship.

“I was there Mandy!” You screamed!
“I was there. I was holding his hand!”
Mandy looked at you with compassion. Maybe you had remembered something from your earlier life, but she was too tired to give you more attention.

hold on he said and fired his gun towards S'aru, who was after him. Your pain was enough to slow him down. He knew this plan would turn out catastrophic. You had two bullets wound and four arrows stuck on your body. All of them from attempts of killing S'aru.
I’ll get you home in no-

There was that blur again. This time it stayed for too long in your vision with its dazzling spins and dark dots, its smooth movements as the bluests of waters. As if hypnotizing you.
Then there was a blast.
There was that voice again
And sounds of shooting.

More sweat dripped from your forehead and tears formed in your eyes, your gaze was fixed into space, your lips leaving moans of pain. Images passed and left always flashing in your vision in that shade of blue. That calming blue that looked like water and you wanted to sank in. To give up from your physical pain. You had to follow your path to the past.

You didn’t notice your deafening scream, nor Mandy running to your side as you fell onto the floor, as what seemed like, dead.

The darkness slowly drifted away from your eyes, only to be replaced by a blur. You could not see well for the moment.
The buzzing sound was back, but this time another small sound came along with it. It was a standard mechanical beep. You recognised that sound. This was the room you had woken up when you opened your eyes once before in the hospi-

“KOR'I! HER EYES ARE OPEN! OH MY GOD KOR'IIIII!!” You recognised that voice too, the woman’s red hair also, the masked man that followed her as well.

“(Y/n)?” The man put his mask off and stared at you, with watered eyes.


“Yes! Oh my dear God she’s awake!” He said, tears flowing down his cheeks as he rushed to pull you in his arms, not caring about the needles that pinched your skin.

It was all clear for you know. You remembered being taken by S'aru that night you had been taken to the hospital because you were extremely sick. You remembered him blackmailing Jason. You remembered the blast and everything after it, how you woke up by a call in a hospital, asking if you’d finally go to work, you remembered not being abke to remember anything, having a space eating out your heart. But I was over.

You were home.
You were in Jason’s arms and everything felt real. Even if you were in comma for six months as the guys said, even if S'aru had created a different universe to keep you in so he could take your memories for fun, you were back.

And suddenly the buzz became a bird’s song and the space a heartwarming fire that burnt within you.

You were home.

anonymous asked:

How is Draumstafir used and what does it mean?

Draumstafir is an icelandic magical staff and simply put it is a magical symbol used to dream of unfulfilled desires.

They way it is used is explained in the Huld Manuscript by Geir Vigfússon from 1860:

“Scratch these symbols on silver or white leather, on St. John’s Night and they who sleep on them dream about what they want when the sun is at its lowest.”

(St. John’s Day  is known as Midsummer: the Nothern European solstice between 21st and 25th of June. However St. John’s Night may refer more spesifically to St. John’s Eve: the night before the 24th og June.)

English translation by justins-galdrastafir


Original page from the Huld Manucript