might come in handy later

  • *the lab*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Molly: *thoughtfully* If you ever get married, would you invite me to the wedding?
  • Sherlock: *looking through the microscope* Can't have a wedding without the bride.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *blinks* I-I was talking to Anthony.
  • Sherlock: *looks up*
  • Molly's Intern: *waves awkwardly*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: So was I.
  • Molly's Intern: *panicky* What?
  • Sherlock: *looks back at the microscope; embarrassed* Get out.
  • Molly's Intern: *scurries off*
  • Molly: *amused* That wasn't nice. I needed him.
  • Sherlock: *blushing* Oh...be quiet.
  • Molly: *steps closer; smirks* That's no way to speak to your bride.
  • Sherlock: *smiles; nonchalant* So...so that's a yes?
  • Molly: *laughs* Of course.
Leonard Snart- Not today

AN/ I love Wentworth Miller, cause he is an inspiration. And did you know, that he is a great singer? Why can’t he be in the Flash musical then?!


I don’t get it. Why does he always stand like that? Hip out, while leaning against a table. His hand hovering over his gun. Just… So sassy. 

Leonard looked at me, his small crooked smile always making my heart melt. Head tilted. His soft, but long blink always making me question what he’s thinking. 

“What do you say about a date night?” I close the book I was ‘reading’, and raised a brow,

“What kind of date night? Like, a job type date? Or a date, date?” He looked back down to the blueprints he had sprawled over his ‘job’ table. He stands up straight, and walks over to me, plopping on the couch by my feet. His head rolled to my book, and he snatched it out of my hands, inspecting it.

“Job. But next week, we can go to any restaurant you’d like.” My fingers went to my chin, in a thinking position.

“Any restaurant?” He nods once, “Even the super fancy italian restaurant that you hate?” He rolls his eyes,

“The waiters are handsy. But yes.” I click my tongue. He’s really trying to win me over. What the hell is this job, anyway. It must involve something that I will be against.

“That sounds like an amazing offer. But it all depends on why you’re buttering me up.” He tosses my book on the coffee table, while pushing against my legs to help him get up. He doesn’t say anything till he gets to the crate that arrived earlier. I know it was Lisa who dropped it off, because there was playful banter when I woke up. And there is a giant gold bow on it, but that could have been there without her dropping it off. 

Len pulled the top board off, then pulls out a suit bag. He unzips it, revealing a dress.

“I need a date to the banquet.” I sigh, and throw my head against the back of the couch. I will do almost anything for Leonard, but wearing a very elegant dress to a job isn’t one of them.  

My role in our crime relationship is the non violent part. I don’t really get my hands dirty. Sure, I’ll go into the field, but I’m not one to do the breaking. I am the one who gets us places, hacks into systems, and also watch as Leo does the fighting. And a lot of the time, I’m the getaway driver, as well. 

I follow his command, then we come home, and I am his girlfriend. It’s the best that both of those worlds could get, and it’s all because I have leonard in both of them. 

I get up, and walk over to him, grabbing his face, and bring mine to his. Or lips connecting, but I break it off before anything could get farther. 

“The italian place it is.” Snart smirks, but it soon becomes a genuine smile.

We walk into the banquet hall. Rich, elderly folks walk, talk, and dance all around us. I look to my date, you had dressed to the nines. A black suit, and dark blue tie to match my dress. It’s form fitting on the top, but is flowing on the bottom for easy movement incase we need to run. Black lace works intricately down the whole profile of the dress, and never letting up, so every inch is covered in blue and black. 

He grabs my hand, and pulls me to the dance floor. We dance like two pieces that just came together. Both of us fitting the other just perfectly. That is until he broke off to dance with our target. 

Madame Rouge. 

I walk to the back of the hall, pulling out out my tracer. I had fiddled with it, taking off the casing, and replacing it, to make it look like a portable makeup mirror. I grabbed my lipstick, so I have a reason to have the mirror. The closer I am to the main system of the mansion, the greener the light on the tracker is. I walk until It’s flashing green. Target acquired. I walk into Madame Rouge’s room, and walk to her closet. 

Madame Rouge has a boatload of cash in secret accounts. But I need to trace them from her stationary to gain access, and snag the pass codes. So while I’m doing this, Leonard is distracting the lady of the hour. It’s her birthday today, so him trying to flirt and dance with her won’t be too weird. Everything should be going smooth. 

I walk into the closet, pulling down the last hanger to my left, activating the secret panel to move, and give me access. I walk up to her mean set up. I hate her. She’s an ass who takes money from the poor so she can test makeup products on animals. But damn, her computer setup is nice. About six monitors stare back at me, and I get to work on the two in front of me. I pop in a hard drive, so I can access her files later, just in case anything happens. I find the account holders and passcodes. I look to my left to find her personal laptop. That might come in handy later, so I’m taking it.

I reach out for it, when I hear a gunshot. I look to my right to see a guest shot, four body guards pointing guns at leonard, and him holding his hands up.

What the hell?!

I run to that monitor, and hack into the bodyguards earpiece,

“-Kay. He is  a level ten threat, so keep a look out for anyone else that looks like they work with him. We shot his girlfriend, so that is secure. I have called the authorities. Start pointing people out that he’s dance with and open fir-”

Oh shit.

I grab the laptop and flash drive, and sprint down the hall, stopping when I’m on the balcony. Three more guests shot. 

Aren’t they supposed to keep people safe?!

I grab my lipstick out of my bag, pull the bottom off, and throw it into the crowd. Smoke goes everywhere, and more shots are heard. Luckily the coats are up here, so they are out of the guests way. I run into the closet, rushing to find ours.

I grab Len’s coat, pulling out the cold gun.  I rush to the stairs, and sit on the railing, sliding down. The smoke is somewhat clear, and I see two of The guards. I shoot both of them, making ice spears appear in their chests. I spot Leonard on the ground and rush to him.

He’s been shot. I push on his lower abdomen, where the blood is coming from. His piercing blue eyes looking to me.

“Get out of here (YN). Go!” He tries to push me, but I kiss him. The smoke clears up a little more, and I see another guard coming towards us. I pick the gun back up and shoot him. His head freezes, and he falls backwards. The fall shattering his head into thousands of tiny pieces. I look back to Snart. He puts his hand on my cheek, with a proud smile. And so see that beautiful smile puts me into freak out mode. Tears start falling, and I can’t really see him anymore. I try and will my tears away. If this is the last time I’ll hear his smooth voice, see those oft but deliberate blinks, or sly smile, I want to actually see it.

“Everybody dies.”

This makes me cry more. He isn’t the most loving or gentle, but he is the strongest, hearty man I’ve ever known. 

I shake my head, and see my key chain sticking out of my purse. An idea!

“Not today, baby. I’ll get you out of this!” I pull it out, revealing my powerful laser pointer, and grab the pistol from the nearby guard. I fire the entire round into the air, and rip open his shirt.

“needy are we?” I laugh, but tears are still falling, making it sound more like choking. His hand comes back to my face, brushing away tears. 

“Okay hun, this will be painful. I need you to stay awake and no-”

“I’ve been shot before-”

“But not to the brink of death!” I yell. I have never yelled at him before, but now isn’t the time to be technical. 

I point the laser at the already read hot barrel. It actually turns red and is hot enough for what I need to do do.

“I love you.”

“What the hell?  This is hard for me to do as it is! Just… Ugh! Keep your eyes open, and know that I love you too.” I quickly press the barrel to his wound, but pull it away just as fast, successfully cauterizing the wound. 

“I would like spaghetti please and thank you.” I hand the menu to the waiter without looking at him. I look to Leonard, who had already been looking to me. He hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off me since our last job. Not that I’m complaining, of course. I smile and chuckle, “What?”

“Nothing.” I roll my eyes and smirk,

“Is there something you need to say?”


“Then what is it?!” He smiles, then looks down. His hand resting under his chin reached out to mine, and I squeeze it. 

“I’ve been thinking.”



“Oh. Is that a good thinking? A bad thinking? A ‘Mick’ thinking?” At that he rolled his eyes, but looks back up at me. 

“I don’t like putting you in danger, bu-” I pull my hand out of his, and throw it in the air, 

“What? You were the one who was shot!’ I put my hand on the table, and he grabs it again.

“I don’t like putting you in danger, but I think you should also change your last name to mine.” I stare at his smirk, still caught up on the danger thing. The waiter brought out the food, and then it hits me.

“Wait, did you just ask me to marry you, because, yes.”

anonymous asked:

hi!! i love your blog sm! can i get seventeen reactions to witnessing a member being super soft for their girlfriend? as in the member's girlfriend, not the girlfriend of the ones reacting lol, sorry if this is confusing but thanks in advance!! have a lovely day ♡♡

S.Coups, Jeonghan, Jun, Hoshi, DK, Mingyu & Seungkwan would tease the member for being such a softie. They’d tease them by imitating their actions and quoting them word for word.

Joshua, Wonwoo, Woozi, The8 & Vernon would melt at the sight of it. They’d find it really cute, and be so fascinated seeing the member acting so different than their usual self.

Dino would take notes. They might come in handy later on.

thank you for your request!!

The Black Library: Archnemesis

“I go now to confront my worst enemy.” Darth Vex said, face taunt with unreleased tension. His hand curled loosely across his lightsaber in a gesture of self-comfort; Anakin stared, spoon practically dropping from his fist even as Shmi rested her forehead in her palm with a light groan.

“Really, Obi-Wan, must you?” The Butcher of Geonosis complained, an unexpectedly plaintive note in her voice. Anakin’s disbelieving gaze flickered between her mother and the curator of the Black Library; Vex ignored him, answering his line-aunt with a single stiff nod.

“Yes.” The Sith growled, fists clenching.


Shmi had pulled him aside after Darth Vex departed in an overly dramatic swirl of black robes, quietly suggesting that he might want to find some excuse - any excuse - to avoid the Jedi Temple for a few days. Just in case. Anakin had, accordingly, taken the first mission available and happily spend the following cycles enmeshed in Courscant’s black market district, tracing an antique ‘cultural artifact’ that a senator had reported as ‘missing’ earlier that week.

He might also have taken the opportunity to catch up on the status of the current illegal swoop-bike races. Just in case. One never knew what knowledge might come in handy later on.

As such, he was one of the lucky ones not to be present when Darth Vex, current curator of the Black Library and Archives, met face-to-face with Jedi Master, Joscasta Nu, current caretaker of the Jedi Archives.

Witnesses stated that they were extremely polite to one another.


anonymous asked:

Can you make a list of headcannons for jason? Please?

Gladly! Some might already be canon, but they came to mind.

- Jason is semi-lit. He understands some things but not a whole lot. He understands manners, orders, questions, and answers. Nothing elaborate, especially not big words.
- I like to think of him of relatively cunning. He is smart in his own fields, like how to kill, setting traps, and being stealthy. No street smarts or common sense, to some degree.
- He can pick up facial cues and body language exceptionally well.
- Jason is asexual. Probably aromantic too.
- He is sensitive to the tone of voice. He is almost immune to screaming and yelling – albeit finding it rather annoying to listen to – but loud talking or raising your voice makes him uncomfortable.
- He’s only sympathetic to those with physical deformities. This excludes handicaps like being wheel-chair bound or having crutches.
- Jason is not afraid of water. In fact, he likes little shallow pools and creeks.
- He would bother to change clothes if campers wore clothes in his size. Sometimes items like belts, watches, or glasses might come in handy later
- W/ said items he might like to build and create things from them

That’s all I got! This was fun to write

The giving tree

“Once there was a tree…. and she loved a little boy.” 

Stiles and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember. From the time in the sandbox in preschool. I remember stumbling into the box but I didn’t have any toys to play with, than a cute freckled boy handed me his shovel and I gave him a big smile and we played together for the rest of break time. We then played together for the rest of the year.

When Stiles and I were six we did everything together, he was my best friend. He even convinced me to join little league softball team when we were eight. We joined a bowling league together when we were nine. We just shared birthday parties since we had all the same friends. We had sleepovers and family game nights. I loved Stiles more than anything.

“And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest.”

One day in summer right before sophomore year Stiles called me.

“Wanna hang out today?” Stiles asked me.

“Sure.” I smiled happily.

We drove down to the local preserve and started walking. Something Stiles and I normally did. We had been coming here since we were little we always found something new and interesting to play with or look at. Sometimes we’d even come at night to watch the stars or listen to the sounds of the animals and rushing water from the river near by. It was our special place.

We walked for a little before we stopped and sat down by the trunk of a tree, the fallen leaves making a cushion for us. Stiles smirked and made little crowns out of the leaves and placed one on my head and one on his.

“I now am the official king of this forest. I will rule this land with peace and prosperity. And I hear by crown you my queen of the land.” he said in a fake british accent. I giggled.

“Why thank your King Stiles, I am quite honored.” We both smiled and laughed.

“And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade.” 

We eventually Stiles and I got bored and sat in silence for a while.

“Hey wanna play hide and seek?” I questioned.

“Sure. You count first!” he screamed as he started running away. I giggled but covered my eyes anyway.

“1…2…3″ I shouted with my eyes closed. “……60! Ready or not here I come!” I screamed when I was done counting.

I walked around the forest looking for Stiles. Eventually I found him hiding up in a tree.

“Dang I thought you’d never find me.” 

“Well I did so…start counting!” I screamed as I ran away.

I found a hiding place behind this really big rock pretty far away from where he was. I smirked when I heard him scream ‘ready or not here I come’ and started walking in the opposite direction I was in. After a while I wondered if he was ever going to find me. I leaned to peek around the rock to see if he was coming when I felt two arms around my waist and I was lifted off the ground and spun around as I screamed.

“Ha! Gotcha!” Stiles laughed.

“Stiles I hate you.” I giggled.

We played a few more rounds and it started to get dark.

“Hey Y/N I’m getting tired can we just go back to your place?”

“Yeah of course.”

Stiles and I went back to my house and snuggled into my bed. My parents didn’t care if he slept over because he’s practically lived here since preschool. And besides they liked Stiles, they knew he was a good kid.

“And the boy loved the tree…. very much. And the tree was happy.” 

As Stiles and I cuddled in bed and talked about nothing and everything he said something that caught me off guard.

“Y/N, you know I love you right?”

“Yeah, I do.” I smiled. 


I nuzzled my head further into the crook of his neck and went to sleep unbelievably happy.

“But time went by. And the boy grew older. And the tree was often alone.” 

I sat as I continuously watched Stiles and Malia practically undressing each other with their eyes during lunch. I let out a sigh. Don’t get me wrong I like Malia, I’m so happy that she makes Stiles happy. I would do anything to keep that boy happy. He deserved more than anyone to be happy. He was a great guy who deserved the world. And if she could give that to im than I’m happy. I just wished it was me…but I’m okay with being the best friend as long as he’s in my life.

Stiles hasn’t really talked to me much recently though. There’s always something new with Scott or Malia or even Lydia. He was with his dad a lot too. Not to mention he was getting ready for college. And then the new bad guys of the town came in and I just became nonimportant. Which I get. Saving the town is way more important than hanging out with me.

So I often spent my nights alone pented up in my room watching all reruns of shows I’ve seen a million times.

“But the boy stayed away for a long time…. and the tree was sad. And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy.”

It was now senior year and I haven’t talked or hung out with Stiles since the end of the last school year. It was starting to take a huge tool on me. I missed Stiles. A lot. I literally did nothing without him. I was just so used to always being with him that when he was busy I didn’t really have any other friends. Sadly enough, I even spent some nights of my summer crying over my best friend because it seemed that he had forgotten about me.

It was noon on Saturday when there was a knock on my door. I went to answer it and when I opened the door, it revealed a lanky freckled boy.

“Stiles!” I smiled and jumped into his arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and laughed.

Boy, I missed that laugh, and the smell of him, and the feeling of his arms around me. I just missed him. I was so happy that I was literally shaking in his arms.

“And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house.”

“Hey Y/N, I came over because I needed some help with our recent problem.”

“Oh, okay.” 

“Yeah what do you know about Dread Doctors?”

I was really skilled in the mythology department. I sighed seeing how Stiles came here just for information. But i obeyed and told him everything I knew about them and some extra stuff that might come in handy.

“Thanks Y/N! See you later!” he said as he walked out the door, after he got what he wanted.

“Bye Stiles.” I whispered even though he was already gone.

“And the tree was happy. But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak.”

It was towards the end of the school when Stiles came over again. When I opened the door to reveal his face I almost cried. I certainly couldn’t talk at first. I just pulled him into my arms and held him tight.

“I missed you.” I whispered.

“Come, Boy,” she whispered, “come and play.” “I am too old and sad to play,” said the boy. “I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?” “Cut down my trunk and make a boat,” said the tree. “Then you can sail away… and be happy." 

“Stiles do you want to hang out, we can go to the forest?” I asked him.

“No, don’t you think we’re too old for that. And besides I’m too sad to do anything.”

“Why are you upset Stiles?”

“Because everything just kinda fell apart you know. Malia and I broke up, Scott hates me, I have nowhere to go. I can’t stay here anymore Y/N. This town is horrible and everywhere I look it’s only bad memories.” That hurt me more than he could ever know.

“I need to get out of here Y/N, help me get out.” he cried.

Oh my god he was crying. I knew I had to help him.

“Stiles, it’s going to be okay. I have some money I’ve been saving, uh you can use it. Buy a plane ticket and rent an apartment with it. Be happy.”

“Thank you.” he said wiping his eyes.

“And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away. And the tree was happy … but not really.”

Stiles took my money and got on the first plane he could. I was happy for him, he was finally getting what he wanted. But deep down the only thing inside me was sadness. The boy I loved just walked out with my money and left. I would probably never see him again. But hey, he was happy.

“And after a long time the boy came back again. "I am sorry, Boy,” said the tree,“ but I have nothing left to give you -” 

Four years later I was on summer break from college and came back to Beacon Hills. When a firmalar boy headed freckled boy showed up at my door step.

“Stiles.” I whispered. I pulled him into a hug and held him tight.

“I’m sorry, I have nothing left to give you. All my money is in college. I can’t help you anymore-I’m so sorry.” I said on the verge of tears.

“I don’t need very much now,” said the boy. “just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired.” “Well,” said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could, “well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest." 

“It’s okay Y/N, I don’t need anything from you,I just need a place to call home.” he told me.

“Well I would love to be your home Stiles.” I answered him.

“Thank you.” he whispered.

“Come on in, you probably hungry.” I said leading him inside.

“And the boy did. And the tree was happy.”

Stiles came inside and never left. And I was once again happy.

A/N: Oh my god this took me forever to write! But honestly it’s my favorite thing I’ve written so far :) Please message me and tell me what you thought of this!



Cover Me

PAIRINGS: Rivamika, Mentions of Eremin
SETTING: Modern day AU where Mikasa is openly dating a trouble-maker and Eren is secretely dating a book worm also Levi is the same age as the Shiganshina Trio (which is 20 by the way)

They barely heard the soft knocks in the wood door; Mikasa rolled her eyes expecting her father lecture on how loud she was playing and how inappropriate Levi looked laying around her like that.

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kauriart  asked:


Writing advice? AHAHA you have come to the wrong person friend

These are just some weird tips I’ve noticed work for me, they might not work for anyone else but hey, it could help.

1. If a scene is giving you too much trouble, go back to the point where you feel it starts to get super weird and swap POVs. (Most obvious time for me, I did this in chapter 1 of Black Coral, swapping from Solas to Varric POV)

2. If you’re having trouble writing a character’s POV, write something in first person from them. something short sometimes does the trick. (The opening lines of Child of My Heart are essentially this)

3. If you’re writing a scene and it’s not working, there’s probably a reason, and it might not just be writer’s block. There might be something that isn’t working, or some part of you knows that the story needs to go in a different direction but your brain hasn’t caught up yet. When this happens to me, I usually have to back up quite a bit and change some pretty drastic stuff to make it work–I think I’ve mentioned before how the entire premise of Black Coral took a 180 in the process of writing the first chapter, and in writing Whetstone I went back, took 3 chapters and wrote in more content, spreading those three chapters over like… 10.

4. Take breaks, and don’t feel guilty when you’re doing it. Creativity is kind of like as muscle, too.

5. Reward yourself for the little milestones, especially when you’re having trouble writing. Show bits and pieces to your beta, or to a close friend - comments and positive feedback during the writing process can help just as much as in between chapters.

6. Life gets in the way sometimes. We all have bills to pay, tests to take, friends and family to see, videogames to play. Let life get in the way–life is where art comes from, after all. 

7. Somehow train your cats not to sit on your laptop while you’re writing.

8. I try not to commit to writing scenes before I get to them, because usually what I want by the time I get there is totally different. But sometimes, if it’s a big reveal for stuff you want to build up slowly, you gotta write it first, so you know what details to hint at first.

9. Don’t worry too hard about plot twists; they’ll happen or not. (Says miss “how many reveals can I jam into a given story” haha whoops)

10. Don’t be afraid to scrap what you’ve written and start over, but keep a copy. Every time I make a significant (read: kind of) change, I make a new file, delete what I was going to delete, and keep writing from there. You’ll never know when that line you cut might come in handy later. (or maybe the garbage you cut will be good for a laugh later: win-win)

11. If you’re having trouble getting into a character’s voice, especially in videogame fanfic, there are some good souls who have, for example, transcribed the party banter for DAI, posted gameplay videos, etc. Just read it. I’ve read the entire party banter page for DAI like a hundred times by now, just to make sure I’m getting everyone’s voices right.

12. Write text message banter. Even if you never post it, it’s a lot of goddamn fun and will make you laugh when you’re having a hard time writing.

13. AND I FORGOT THIS: Read. Read lots of other people’s shit. Read books, read fanfic, read magazines. Creativity does not exist in a vaccum. You are inspired by what is around you, and there is a lot around you; use it.

On Ravenclaw Secondaries

Ravenclaws are collectors. Dedicated to knowledge, to facts, systems, tools, or skills, the things they have already learned are what they call on when things get tough. They can collect useful skills, build complex clever systems, invent vitally useful things, or just learn everything there is to know about the birds of South America.

Ravenclaws’ efficacy often relies on what situation they are in: what the problem is they have to solve and whether or not they’ve prepared the proper tools for that problem. While Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors can apply their skills at stockpiling trust or inspiring passion to attack various situations, Ravenclaws’ tools are necessarily task specific. Do they know how to ride horses? Speak Greek? Do they have contingency plans for earthquakes, zombie apocalypses, or a surprise visit from the in-laws?

If they’ve already built themselves a tool set for a situation, they’re likely to excel at it. If they have not, they’re likely to blink a few times while they try to either invent something new for themselves or to cobble up something approximate from their existing resources.

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Anyone wanna help me out? How would you explain Patreon to someone who’s never heard of it before, in a short and concise manner?

I might have mentioned before how donation gathering is illegal in Finland, and there’s a chance to see a lawyer for free tomorrow that I’m going to attempt to catch (already tried it couple of weeks ago, but failed because the queue to the meeting had been filled up about two hours before me and my friend even got there, even if we were well on time before it started). 

So I want to go ask if Patreon is even a thing that’s possible for me to have without getting into a trouble, but the allowed time slot is pretty short (I’m pretty sure I’m not the only person looking for free legal advice) and I’m kind of drawing a blank.

(Also if you could suggest examples of artists on Patreon I could show the lawperson in case I manage to catch the chance to talk to them might come in handy.)

I.M dominant scenario it is! :) thanks for leaving a request!


-Smut Alert-

(Side note!: Practice safe sex children!)



“Harder!” was all that could be heard from within the weight room to passers-by. “Push harder!” You yelled at the boy as he tried to lift a bar up that would have been so easy for you to lift. He is struggling so you decide to give him a break by taking off 10 pounds from each side. There aren’t many people in the gym, a few here and there. A voice came on to the announcement system saying,

“Attention students, the gym will be closing in 5 minutes.” You glance at your watch to see it is already almost 6 pm. Sighing you tell the boy to get changed and go home, setting him free for the day. He looks extremely relieved at your words and almost runs into the changing rooms. 

“Don’t you think you were being kinda tough on that poor guy?” A voice comes from behind you as you begin to walk to the opposite change room. You turn to see Changkyun, and roll your eyes at him. You’ve seen him around school so many times yet this was the only time he’d ever approached you. You enjoy the way he plays around with his friends and the way he pushes his hair away from his eyes when he’s laughing. Though he’d never noticed you before so you’d decided in your head that he must be a jerk. You are about to turn around again without saying anything to him but he grabs you by the arm and holds you in place. He’s a lot stronger than you thought. Slightly impressed by his strength you decide to give him a chance. 

“I think I was being just the right amount of tough,” you say smirking at him, “I mean we don’t want him thinking I’m soft.” You wink at him playfully though he seems to get extremely serious as you do. 

“I’m Changkyun.” 

“I know who you are.”

“I was hoping you’d tell me your name?”

“Does it really matter, its not like it’ll be useful to you at all.” He looks at you smiling again, his teeth shining so white.

“It might come in handy sometime later. If you know what I mean,” He then winks at you. You begin to feel a strange feeling on the inside. You don’t know if you want to slap him or rip his clothes off. 

“It’s Y/N, not that it really matters.” You say to him, trying to play off that last joke as if you didn’t get it. 

“Does your face always get that red when you’re embarrassed?” He laughs quietly as you throw your hands up to your face. You start to turn away from him to walk toward the changing room and he yells after you, “If you meet me in room 242 when you’re done changing I can do more than just turn your cheeks red.” You start to walk faster. 

You find yourself waking toward the room he’d talked about though you weren’t quite sure why. What if it was a trap. What were you expecting to happen even if it wasn’t a trick. Though despite your internal struggle you kept walking toward the room.

When you reach the room there is nobody there. You are about to walk away when you hear someone clear their throat. You look into a particularly dark corner of the room and see what looks like Changkyun sitting in a desk. He gets up swiftly and stands in front of you.

“I’m surprised you came”

“Should I leave?” you ask suddenly getting nervous at his piercing stare. 

“No, you shouldn’t. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He whispers slightly. “You know when I saw you yelling at that boy today, something was set off in me. I need to have you.”  You shiver at his serious tone. You have nothing to say to him so you stand silently trained on his eyes. He moves closer to you and continues when you show no sign of talking. “Are you scared?” You shake your head silently.

Before you can finish answering him he is grabbing you by the face and leading your lips to his. His lips are soft, which was a contrast to the way he is kissing you at the moment. The kiss seems desperate, the way he moves his lips roughly along yours. He pushes you backwards until the back of your legs hit the teachers desk. He throws all of the things on the table to the floor before he hoists you up by the waist and places you on it. Moving on top of you, his hands begin to move down your body, grabbing your breasts almost painfully as he continues kissing you deeper. When you start to get more into it you decide to place your hands on his hips. Before you can do that he is grabbing your hands and placing them above your head.

“No touching.” He whispers huskily into your ear. When he starts kissing you again he moves his hands back down to your breasts though this time he reaches behind you to undo your bra. You arch your back toward him so he can have easier access, though you keep your hands exactly where Changkyun wants them. In one swift movement he pulls yours and his shirts off, leaving your chest bare which causes a shiver to run through you. He moves down to your chest and takes one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth. This elicits a moan from your lips that you can’t seem to control. Pleased by this response he moves to the next nipple while his hands go down toward your jeans. He undoes your pants quickly and removes them. He gets off of the table to remove his own pants and boxers along with them. You see his semi-hard cock bounce out of his pants and you get nervous suddenly. When he gets back on top of you he smiles at you with those pearly whites. 

“You liking what you see?” He asks and waits for your response. When you nod your head tentatively he bends down again to kiss your neck. He bites you at your collar bone which you jump at but it seems to turn you on even more. moving in between your legs he begins to rub his shaft along your panties slowly. He groans into your neck. Finally giving into his impatient needs he rips your panties off in one quick motion. Gasping at his speed you smile up at him, hands still above your head he intertwines his fingers through yours. 

“You’re not very patient are you?” you ask teasingly. Moving down to kiss you again, you’re both smiling into it. You feel the pressure of his weight on your hands which heightens the pleasure. He begins to guide his cock into you slowly. Though when you adjust around him he leaves no time before he starts moving faster. You feel his body rub into you as he thrusts, moving faster. He encompasses your moans with his mouth as he kisses you. His dick feels amazing filling you up and he seems to know exactly how to move to hit your special spots. You start to feel yourself getting closer and closer to the end. He then lets go of your hands and places one of your legs over his shoulder. On his knees in front of you he never slows his pace. This new position has you reeling in pleasure. His hands are running up and down your leg, roughly massaging you. He’s looking in your eyes now seeming intent on his release. Though he remembers he told you he’d take care of you so he holds on for a little longer. 

“Ah! Changkyun!” you scream as you feel your muscles tense up, you begin to climax. Your hands fly up from their position and start to rub at your clit furiously. You orgasm, shuddering into his body. He isn’t far behind you as he releases his seed into you then mutters your name.  When you both come down he collapses into your body, arms wrapped around you so you don’t get cold. He looks up at you from his position and says,

“Was that enjoyable?” You nod your head, unable to speak after that. “What would you say about a second round tomorrow then?” He laughs loudly when you hit him in the arm and scoff at him. 

“You wish.” You say as you finally find your voice, though deep down inside you knew you wouldn’t be able to turn him away.

Bill Cipher may not be the big villain of Gravity Falls

Okay guys, long theory coming your way:
Now, we all remember Alex Hirsch talking about season 2 part 2, right? Of course you do. Now, most of the fans have all ready picked apart everything that he’s said so far. EXCEPT FOR ONE THING. Strangely enough, it stood out to me the first time I read it and I thought everyone else would too.
“And find out who the real villain of Gravity Falls is.”
Well that’s just silly Alex! We all ready know who it is; its Bill Cipher, the demon! It just so obvious! Yeah…it’s obvious…too obvious.
We’ve watched Gravity Falls for a little over 2 years now and one thing we have all had to learn is that Alex NEVERTHELESS reveals his full hand. He’s always got one more trick up his flannel sleeve. He’s a master manipulator who tries to dupe us all. So why hand-fist us this villain? Because Bill isn’t the villain of Gravity Falls.
Let’s talk about everything we’ve seen him do so far in the series: we saw him invade Stan’s mind. That’s evil right? But let’s talk about the ending to that. Dipper is surprisingly able to beat a demon…who’s thousands of years old, is master of the mind which is where they fight, and can see into the future. So how did Dipper win? He didn’t. Bill flat out says they they’ll be useful to him later, and let’s them walk away with their lives.
Later, we see him come back in Sock Opera, ready to make a deal with Dipper. He the. Of course tricks Dipper into letting him use his body so he can destroy the laptop and the journal. Pretty evil ,wouldn’t you say? Until you stop to consider that without Bill smashing the laptop, Dipper never would’ve gotten the lead on McGucket. McGucket was able to fix and decode the password to the laptop which told of doomsday. The journal on the other hand, was the last one Stan needed to open the portal. The deadly and dangerous portal that opened another dimension. Bill would’ve known that the portal wouldn’t kill everyone, but what if the portal isn’t what’s coming to kill them what if it was something in that portal?
Again, in that episode Bill gets defeated because he doesn’t know that he body needs sleep. Despite the fact that he’s a dream demon. Who has watched these humans through his many peepholes for centuries.
Now, I know your asking, ‘but what about the journals?’ To which I reply to look closer. Obviously Stanley is paranoid: he was the original man to write 'Trust No One’. So perhaps a simple matter of Bill trying to stop Stanley from creating the portal to let whatever was out, out went south.
Remember when Gideon mentions Bill in Dreamscapers? Stan is obviously shocked; but he isn’t scared. There’s no sign of fear, only confusion. Stanford doesn’t distrust Bill. That’s why he didn’t freak out when he saw Dipper in his mind-he knew it would be okay.
Now, if Bill isn’t the villain, the who is? Well, there’s someone who we know is coming that no one would suspect: Tad Strange. Bill obviously knows of him, doesn’t like him, and he’s most likely another demon. Now what if Tad got out with Stanley? Perhaps, finding someone who was feeling betrayed by his family to strike up a deal with? Especially after saying that they could stop Cipher together and be the heroes.
There’s one more thing I’d like to point out: this is something I thought about when the show began. The wheel of Cipher. Most fans theorize that when everyone is in position it will destroy Cipher. But look at how he stands: I floats as the streaks which to could indicate power come towards him. Like he’s absorbing them.
They might come in handy later, remember? Bill said that he had a few weaknesses, and that he was working on them with someone else to be rid of them. What if that’s the last person we need on the wheel. What if he’s working with one of them? Bill is going to use the power of the ten chosen ones to defeat Tad Strange.
Everything Bill has done has been carefully calculated to make sure that the world remains as it is. Mischief is hi middle name-not evil. He’s chaotic, not malevolent. Bill is going to end up being one of the heroes and when Alex reveals it he’s just going to laugh and laugh at all of us.
*If this theory is right you must all make me a triangular chocolate chip cookie.*

Musings on Exposition and Detail

Anonymous asked: /post/70515465859 can you please explain this more ? for those who is confused about this post ( which is me and someone else )

(More hard-boiled opinion-giving from C to follow.)

Okay, anon is talking about this picture of a quote we reblogged a while ago. Since Robert McKee, the author of this book, called Story, used close, character-oriented examples to illustrate his points rather than broad, plot-oriented examples, I will try (and fail) to do the same. 

  • “Never include anything the audience can reasonably and easily assume has happened.”

For example, we can assume that (most) characters are born. In a conversation, this fact can be omitted. We know.

We can also omit other, more applicable extraneous details. Consider this little segment:

I drove to CeeCee’s Italian Cuisine. I parked, got out of my car, and locked it. I put my keys into my right-hand jacket pocket and walked into the restaurant.

Under most circumstances, this is way too much detail for the readers. We can assume things like the character got out of the car. We can assume that the character stowed her keys somewhere on her person. We don’t need to be told that, either in exposition or through dialogue, unless it is somehow meaningful. Maybe she lost her keys and is retracing her steps. That would make the reader’s knowledge that the last place she had her keys was in her right-hand jacket pocket meaningful, maybe. 

Regardless, we don’t need to know every step of the process unless it’s important—and I mean critical—to know. This decision of what is critical and what is not is primarily a matter of style. It can be honed through practice and experience. Eventually, knowing what to include and what to prune becomes second-nature for a writer. 

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The Cactus Fic

Title: The Cactus Fic

Author(s): undineundead and claraoswin-looks-at-thestars

Genre: smut

Warnings: please do not try any of the acts described in this fic at home - frickle frackle

Disclaimer: please do not repost or steal this work

It was a cold march day and Dan had just woken up. Dan had gotten up extra early this Sunday because he didn’t want to miss the F1 race. Lewis Hamilton is the only person that could get him out of bed at 6 am. Lewis and Phil, of course. He walked into the kitchen to find his boyfriend Phil sitting on the counter, eating cereal. Dan glanced over the kitchen and let out a sigh as he saw that Phil (once again) had left some of the cupboards open. He kept doing that. Every single time Phil did something in the kitchen, it looked like a hurricane had passed by.

“Why do you always leave the kitchen so messy? Is it that hard to close the bloody cupboards?” Dan lectured Phil as he dramatically slammed the cabinet doors closed.

“Huh, what?” said Phil as he looked up at Dan. It was still early and he had been daydreaming.

“Nevermind, it’s fine,” Dan said with a smirk on his face. He could never stay mad at Phil for long. “Why are you up already, by the way?” Dan added. “You’ve decided to start watching F1 too?” he said sarcastically.

“No, I couldn’t sleep.” Said Phil. “I didn’t want to wake you up so I came into the kitchen. I thought I’d play some Mario Kart or something.”

“Well, as long as you’re not playing with your balloons without me, I’m cool with it.” Dan said sassily. He immediately looked away from Phil to hide his red cheeks. Dan had really enjoyed it when Phil had tied him up with his balloons and fucked him so hard he hadn’t been able to sit without feeling his asshole trob.

“What time is it anyway? F1 starts at 7 and I don’t want to miss the beginning,” said Dan and looked up at the clock on the wall above the fridge just to find that the clock hands had stopped moving . “Huh, what? Surely it’s not 3 o’clock. Phil, did you change the batteries of our clock when I asked you to yesterday?”

“Oh… Right, sorry. It slipped out of my mind completely,”Phil apologised.

“Well of course, I should be used to being the only person in this house who gets things done,” Dan teased Phil. “Do we have any batteries?”

“Yeah, there should be some under the sink,” said Phil pointing at the top drawer.

Dan opened the drawer and started digging through the mess to find the batteries.

“OW FUCK!” Dan yelled as he felt something sharp pricking his fingertips.

Phil looked up, shocked by Dan’s sudden outcry.

“What the hell is this!?” Dan asked Phil furiously.

“Uhm.. Thor?” Phil answered.

“What is your fucking cactus doing in the drawer, Phillip!?”

“Sorry… I must have zoned out after watering it last night.”

“Jesus Christ, I’m bleeding!”

“Wait, what, Dan are you okay?” Phil sounded concerned. He jumped off the counter and walked up to Dan to check on him.

“You and your stupid cactusses!” Dan complained. He wanted Phil to feel sorry for him so he’d give him a hug or kiss.

“It’s cacti.” Phil says matter of factly.

“Whatever, it’s like you have some kind of obsession with them or something.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” Phil said as he kissed Dan’s bleeding finger. “Does that make it feel better? Let’s put a band-aid on that, shall we?”

“What do you mean - I have no idea?” Dan asked curiously as he saw Phil looking for a band-aid in one of the drawers.

“Well, like I said before, there are so many things you don’t know about me yet.” Phil winked at Dan while placing a band-aid on his bleeding finger.

“And what does that have to do with your stupid cactus?” Dan asked Phil giving him a puzzled look.

“Well, there are a lot of things one can do with a cactus. And we both know you like it rough,” Phil said with a smirk on his face as he leaned closer to Dan and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. Dan placed his hands around Phil’s neck and pulled him closer. Phil pushed himself onto Dan so that there was no more space between them. He started to kiss Dan’s neck as he was getting aroused. He grabbed Dan’s back and touched him all over, wanting to have touched every single inch of his incredible torso. Dan had been working out a lot more over the last few weeks and Phil could really see the difference. His arms had gotten a lot more muscular and  abs firmer. Phil could also notice that Dan was getting hard. Phil started feeling Dan’s throbbing cock through his sweatpants. He looked straight into Dan’s eyes and softly said:”I can see you’re dying to find out.”

“Let’s get this annoying shirt out of the way, I don’t like it.”

“But phil, you gave it to me..” Dan asked, confused.

“I like the shirt, but in my opinion, it looks better on the floor,” Phil said and winked at Dan while helping him to remove the black T-shirt. He threw it away immediately and reached for the cactus that was still on the countertop. Dan glanced at Phil holding the cactus, not knowing what was about to happen.

“Let me show you one of the things that a cactus can be good for” Phil said with a smirk on his face. “You’re mine, Daniel, and I want everyone to see it.”

Phil guided the cactus along Dan’s soft skin. Dan could feel the needles gently caressing the surface of his arm and making him shiver. He closed his eyes making Phil notice how much he was enjoying that. Phil continued tracing Dan’s biceps with the cactus, each time pressing the needles a little bit deeper into his skin. Just deep enough to create light scratches.

Suddenly Phil lashed out and scratched the cactus across Dan’s chest, leaving a slowly bleeding cut behind.

“What are you doing?!” Dan stammered.

“Keep still.” Phil said sternly and he pushed Dan against the wall, holding him there with one hand on one of Dan’s shoulders. Phil then continued to trace the cactus across Dan’s arms leaving little bleeding cuts behind. He cut Dan’s lower arms as well, he wanted people to be able to notice what he had done to him later. Phil gently ran his fingers across the bleeding cuts, making Dan whimper. Phil looked at Dan’s blood dripping off his finger and then licked it all up.

Dan looked up at Phil slightly worried and bewildered. He didn’t say a word because he was afraid to protest, yet he was curious to know what’s gonna happen next. Somehow all this scratching had gotten Dan all hot and bothered.

“Maybe you should take off your shirt as well, Phil?” Dan asked shyly whilst running his fingers underneath the hem of Phil’s shirt, touching his firm abs and pushing up the shirt ever so slightly.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Phil replied, putting down the cactus and letting go of Dan’s shoulder. “Well, take it off then, you cockslut.”

Dan pulled the shirt over Phils head, uncovering his slightly hairy chest. Phil hadn’t shaved his chest in a while and Dan liked it. Phil pushed his body against Dan’s once again and went straight to kissing his neck and gently sucking on it, so that Dan would have a trail of hickeys across his neck, yet another mark Phil had left on his body. He kept guiding his lips across Dan’s chest, kissing the cuts and licking his nipples. He licked away the trails of blood the cuts had left behind. Dan was moaning, he wanted to get fucked so hard. He’d had enough of the foreplay but Phil always took his time. He never rushed, which was a little frustrating sometimes.

“Don’t be impatient, Dan” Phil put his hand on Dan’s cheek and kissed him passionately letting him taste his own blood that was still on Phil’s lips.

Phil was still dressed in his cookie monster pyjamas. He was getting hard from all the foreplay and kissing. He felt Dan’s hand move towards his member. Dan’s hand slipped inside Phil’s pants and started rubbing his massive cock. Phil never wore underwear underneath his pyjamas which made his cock easy-access.

“You like that cock?” Phil said smirking. “How about you suck it, you cocksucking slut.”

Phil pushed Dan’s head down towards his crotch area. Dan got on his knees and happily pulled down Phil’s pants to reveal his giant member.

“What are you waiting for? Go on!” Phil raised his voice. He was desperate to have his cock sucked and Dan could do unspeakable things with his tongue. Dan didn’t hesitate to place his lips around the tip of Phil’s member, teasing him. Phil couldn’t handle all the teasing, so he moved his fingers through Dan’s soft hair and clenched his fist, pulling his hair. Dan was about to start sucking his pulsating dick when Phil pulled his head towards his crotch, making Dan deepthroat him. Dan hadn’t seen it coming and Phil’s cock went all the way down the back of his throat. It made his eyes tear up. Phil looked down at Dan who was desperately trying to suppress his gag reflex. He saw a tear running down Dan’s cheek and reached towards his face to gently wipe it away.

“Good boy,” Phil spoke softly as he watched Dan pleasure him. The way Dan moved his tongue around like a pro made Phil come very close to climaxing.

“Hold it there, Daniel, don’t want to cum all over you just yet. I still haven’t shown you all the things you can do with a cactus,” Phil said as he pushed Dan away.

Phil stepped out of his pants which were down to his ankles. It’s not like he would need them any time soon.

“Take off your pants, you little bitch.” Phil said as he picked up the cactus and started pulling the needles out.

“What are you doing with the cactus?” Dan said, confused about what was going on.

“You’ll see. It might come in handy later,” Phil teased.

“Phil, I don’t understand why you’re picking the needles from the cactus..”

“Stop talking, get naked!”

Dan nodded and kept removing his clothes. “And when I get back I want to see you bending over the table, ready for me.” Phil commanded and left the kitchen after he put the cactus on the table.

A few minutes later Phil was back, holding a container of lube in one hand and his phone charger in the other. He walked up to Dan who was already bending over the table as Phil had asked. Phil spanked his smooth asscheeks and caressed them. Pushing against Dan’s feet with his own, Phil made Dan spread his legs wider. Phil took the cable of the phone charger and used it to tie Dan’s wrists together tightly to have more control over him.

“Let’s get you lubed up.” Phil said as he opened the cap of the container and squirted some on his fingers. He rubbed Dan’s hole with his slippery fingers, occasionally sticking one inside. Dan got impatient. “Just fuck me already!” he begged. Dan knew exactly what would happen if he ever tried bossing Phil around when he was in his dominant mood but Dan just couldn’t wait any longer. He was so horny, he was ready to put up with the consequences. Phil penetrated Dan’s tight, unstretched hole, making him cry out. The mix of pain and pleasure was something Dan had always enjoyed and Phil didn’t hesitate to give him exactly what Dan liked. As Phil started thrusting harder, Dan’s moans became louder.

“Are you aware of how loud you are?” Phil asked Dan. “We have neighbours you know! How about I shut you up.” Phil picked up the needleless cactus from the table and forced it into Dan’s mouth. Phil continued banging Dan and started running his nails across Dan’s back. He left slightly visible marks but that wasn’t enough. He stopped, pulled out and moved away from Dan, saying: “Don’t move!”

Dan watched him walk out of the kitchen. He stayed there: bending over the table, tied up and with a cactus in his mouth. This was humiliating already but he was worried about what Phil would do to him next.

Phil walked back in with another cactus in hand and his member still erect. He stood next to Dan and used the cactus to leave bleeding cuts along his back. He kept moving it downwards until he reached Dan’s asscheeks. They were perfectly smooth. He was about to change that. He rubbed the cactus all over Dan’s ass, creating large bleeding cuts. He could hear Dan groaning.

Dan had never had such rough sex before. Phil got kinkier each time and Dan was getting worried about how far Phil would take it. He had to admit he enjoyed it but he didn’t like surprises. Dan was actually afraid this time. He was okay with the balloons last time but a cactus could actually hurt you, he was already bleeding all the way along his back.

Phil kept cutting the skin on Dan’s ass, slowly moving towards his hole. He stopped for a moment because a strange but appealing idea had popped into his mind. He put the cactus on the table and started untying the cable that was keeping Dan from moving his arms.

“Spread your cheeks, you slut!” Phil exclaimed loudly.

Dan didn’t immediately respond.

“NOW!” Phil yelled, spanking Dan’s ass with the cable right on the bleeding cuts.Phil could hear Dan’s muffled screams. Little did Dan knew the worst was still to come. He still followed Phil’s order and used his hands to spread his ass.

Phil picked up the cactus and held it against Dan’s entrance.. and pushed. Dan bit into the cactus, releasing a disgustingly bitter taste into his mouth and jumped forwards. With the table in the way, he had nowhere to go as Phil shoved the cactus up his ass. It was all too much for Dan: the humiliation, the pain of feeling the sharp needles inside of him.

Dan stood up straight, took the cactus out of his mouth and yelled at Phil.

“What the hell!?” Dan was tempted to pull the cactus right out of him but he was afraid it would cause even more pain.

“Admit that you liked it. If you hadn’t enjoyed that, your cock would not be looking as excited as it does right now. Now get back on your knees and make me cum.”

Dan got onto his knees, cactus still sticking out of his ass. He grabbed hold of Phil’s penis and started sucking it. He also grabbed his own erect cock and started pleasuring himself.

Once again Dan used his skills on Phil’s member. He knew how to get him off in seconds. He twirled his tongue around the shaft while looking up at Phil and seeing him shut his eyes with pleasure. It didn’t take Phil very long before he ejaculated all over Dan’s face. Phil stepped back and leaned against the table.

“I want to see you pleasure yourself and cum for me,” Phil said.

Dan got up and did as he was told. There he was, still with a cactus up his ass and cum all over his face, wanking himself off in front of Phil. He also didn’t take very long to finish as his asshole was still throbbing and it kind of excited him, so he came in his hand, creating a sticky mess.

“Very good,” Phil said, approving and walked up to Dan. He grabbed hold of his cum covered hand and started licking away the cum. When Phil was finished, Dan asked, “Can I take this cactus out of my ass now?”


Dan pulled out the cactus. It hurt so much. When he finally got it out, he was relieved to see that the needles were still intact and connected to the cactus. At least he won’t have to spend the whole day pulling needles out of his ass.

Dan glanced at the clock which was still not working. He remembered he had planned to watch the F1 today.


Dan and Phil were sitting on the sofa, cuddling against each other. Phil had helped Dan to clean himself up, get dressed and even helped him get to the lounge as Dan had some trouble walking. Phil knew his aggressive kinks were exhausting for Dan but he really loved him, so he always tried to make him feel better afterwards.

“I don’t think I want to find out about any more of your kinks, Phil.” Dan said as he laid his head on Phil’s shoulder and watched tv.

“I’m sorry, bear.” Phil apologised softly and kissed the top of Dan’s head.

“It’s fine,” Dan smiled. “Well, only if you promise me to help me with walking for the next few days.” he added sarcastically.


John Cage's Some Rules for Students and Teachers
  • RULE ONE: Find a place you trust, and then try trusting it for awhile.
  • RULE TWO: General duties of a student - pull everything out of your teacher; pull everything out of your fellow students.
  • RULE THREE: General duties of a teacher - pull everything out of your students.
  • RULE FOUR: Consider everything an experiment.
  • RULE FIVE: be self-disciplined - this means finding someone wise or smart and choosing to follow them. To be disciplined is to follow in a good way. To be self-disciplined is to follow in a better way.
  • RULE SIX: Nothing is a mistake. There's no win and no fail, there's only make.
  • RULE SEVEN: The only rule is work. If you work it will lead to something. It's the people who do all of the work all of the time who eventually catch on to things.
  • RULE EIGHT: Don't try to create and analyze at the same time. They're different processes.
  • RULE NINE: Be happy whenever you can manage it. Enjoy yourself. It's lighter than you think.
  • RULE TEN: "We're breaking all the rules. Even our own rules. And how do we do that? By leaving plenty of room for X quantities." (John Cage)
  • HINTS: Always be around. Come or go to everything. Always go to classes. Read anything you can get your hands on. Look at movies carefully, often. Save everything - it might come in handy later.

I just really want a fic where Zoe and Nancy have to work together again

“Jeez, how long does it take to put on eyeliner?”

“Hey, Drew, we can’t all get by on horse shirts and stringy hair, k?”


“This looks useful.”

“What are you-why are you just picking up a gigantic pair of rusty shears?”

“They might come in handy later.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

“Just trust me on this.”


“…Ok, fine, you were right about the shears.”