no one tells you about this stuff

I’ve seen this post going around which was comparing Dean’s, Cas’ and Jack’s reaction to watching cartoons. I think that this is a direct parallel between all of them, especially connecting them with the childish awe while watching this stuff (Cas has never watched one of these cartoons before; Dean was losing his mind and becoming more and more child like, Jack is – well, a child).

But what’s on the TV also can tell us a lot of the themes connected with them, and I want to talk about the scene Jack watches for a bit. I have to admit I never watched Scooby Doo, but I managed to hunt the scene down. It’s from the episode “That’s Snow Ghost” and the scene is about Scooby saving Velma from a saw and then they escape, with the monster sending a trunk with dynamite on it after them. Scooby is seen to take Velma’s glasses to take a look at the dynamite before deciding that he has to do something about it, successfully averting the crisis in the end.

Now, this is just my personal interpretation of the scene, but as I said on twitter before, the relations I see here are the following: Jack’s Scooby, the dynamite are his powers and Dean’s Velma. We’ve seen Dean associated with being trapped before (blatant self promotion), just like Velma is in the clip and we know how Dean feels about Jack’s powers – that they’re, pretty much, exclusively bad. I think it’s significant here that Scooby takes Velma’s glasses before looking at the dynamite, because in this equation, Jack is starting to see the whole thing through Dean’s eyes and realizes it’s bad. He already did as much in the end scene where he basically agreed with Dean that he’s dangerous, but in the clip, he/Scooby manages to not defuse the bomb, but be smarter and faster than it and run away from it before it all goes boom. I like to think that this is somewhat foreshadowing the way Jack will handle/want to handle his powers and it also shows Jack’s powers as having even more a life of its own. Unsure how Scooby basically rescuing Velma could factor in, but hey, we’ll see.

All in all, I think it’s a very interesting clip to use. :)

vardasvapors replied to your post “14 and 23?”

WAIT WHAT OMG YOU CAN DO SWORDING AND HORSING….that’s so cool! you should tell us more about it…. ;)

I haven’t done horsing for about ten years (but look out for a trip report in the next few months because @emilyenrose is v. determined we go) but I used to have one! (…he’s not pictured, this is some other random horse I’m on)

I also haven’t sworded for a while because there was this whole embezzlement scandal at my club that got it moved to somewhere inconvenient and at the moment it clashes with my skating, but here’s a picture of me in action and here’s a video of me getting my shit wrecked!

And here is….the chair thing I was talking about… (I was doing a King Theoden thing okay)

bullseyerocks  asked:

Hey Olivia! I've been following you for a quite a while (ifunny) and was wondering from one struggling (at least on my part, and I know you were a while ago) university student to another, how do you stay focused and effectively get your work done. I know it's more about self discipline over motivation but lately I've been finding it really hard to get myself to do my work that needs to be done in a reasonable amount of time. (*cough* as in being on here when I have 3 assignment that are due tmr

So I am about to tell you some stuff that is gonna sound cheesy and you may have heard before but below is all stuff that works for me and I hope some of it can help you too!

  • Get a planner/agenda: I love my agenda. I write everything in it from advisor meetings, doctor’s phone numbers, every single assignment for school from dailies to online journals to tests and papers. I usually write it in not only on the day I find out about it, but also on the day it is due or happening and somewhere in the middle as well so that I get a visual reminder that it is coming up. 
  • try not to nap: people are going to argue with me on this but you sleep worse at night it you nap for super long periods of time, napping everyday can mess up your sleep schedule, and you are more productive during those daylight hours with school stuff that you are going to be at 2 am. I never nap. It feels so much better to go to bed at midnight and wake up at 8. And, that time that you would have napped is when you should get some work done.
  • start assignments when they are assigned: it has been scientifically proven that starting an assignment the day it is assigned is beneficial especially with papers because it gets your thoughts going even if you only write an intro, thesis, outline, rough something on a scrap book. With big assignments, I try to make timelines for myself. I give myself little prizes when I reach each little piece especially because I have noticed that most college courses are just like “hey there is a paper due in December” and then you never hear about it again. With little assignments, just get them done. if it is less than an hour to do, do it the day you get it. 
  • don’t work with people who are your closest friends: while it is nice to study with others, it is hard to do so with your best friends. you never end up getting stuff done. work with people in your class with whom you are friendly but not buddy-buddy with. 
  • don’t work in your room/bed: work in a study room or the library. you will be socially guilted into being productive, at least most people are. I am lucky that I have a study room in my building and this guy Paul is there like 23/6 and if I even try to go on my phone he gives me this look and sighs, it is the best. Find yourself a Paul. Or even just a nice place to work where you can’t fall asleep. 
  • don’t commit to too much: I am a sophomore this year and I am finally getting involved in leadership positions because I know my limits. I am not in 9 clubs and orgs bc I see the stress that puts on people. Also, as a working student I am limiting my hors. I have an open dialogue with my boss about how much I can work and I have cut back from 45-50 hours to 30-35 because that is what I know I can handle.
  • chat with professors: I am dead ass serious, make small talk with your profs. go to office hours. ask about their kids, bitch about parking with them, compliment their shoes. For me, I do all tis stuff naturally, but if you don’t and you can make an effort to it goes a long way! If you get sick and need to reschedule a test, need an extension on a paper, if you are one day over their absence policy and are going to lose points as a result- they will help you out if they like you. 
  • think about your goals: if you are struggling to find motivation and discipline yourself, think about why you are at school because you don’t have to be. It is expensive, possibly putting you into debt so why are you there? 

This is also going to sound mean but it comes down to maturity. You just have to put tumblr away, tell your friends you got shit to do and then get it done. 

I wish you the best of luck at school. I hope something helps a little bit and I truly believe you can do it! 

anonymous asked:

I didn't know that Seth actually read a "fair amount" of fanfiction about him. This is hilarious. Hmm, i'm wondering if he got to the "hot stuff"....lolololol....oh Sethie i see you ;-)

Lmao I was talking about it with a friend yesterday… if you don’t enjoy gay fics you don’t read “a fair amount” of them ahahah! C'mon Sethie, you gayass nerd, tell us your Tumblr url ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
(I’m 1000% sure he has an AO3 account as well so that he never misses any of the Ambrollins ones LOL)

tagged by the wonderful  @midniter @pamelas @goldstarsapphire 💙💙💙


  • tag (9) people you want to get to know better
  • bold what is true


- appearance:
I am 5'7" or taller
I wear glasses
I have at least one tattoo
I have at least one piercing
I have blonde hair
I have brown eyes
I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined
I have or have had braces

- personality:
I love meeting new people
People tell me that I’m funny
Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me
I enjoy physical challenges
I enjoy mental challenges
I’m playfully rude with people I know well
I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it
There is something I would change about my personality

- ability:
I can sing well
I can play an instrument
I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping
I’m a fast runner
I can draw well
I have a good memory
I’m good at doing math in my head
I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute
I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling
I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch
I know how to throw a proper punch

- hobbies:
I enjoy playing sports
I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else
I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else
I have learned a new song in the past week
I work out at least once a week
I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months
I have drawn something in the past month
I enjoy writing
I do or have done martial arts

- experiences:
I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol
I have scored the winning goal in a sports game
I have watched an entire season of a tv show in one sitting
I have been at an overnight event
I have been in a taxi
I have been in the hospital or er in the past year
I have beaten a video game in one day
I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

- relationships:
I have a crush on a celebrity
I have a crush on someone I know
I have been in at least 3 relationships
I have never been in a relationship
I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them
I get crushes easily
I have had a crush on someone for over a year
I have been in a relationship for at least a year
I have had feelings for a friend

- my life:
I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”
I live close to my school
My parents are still together
I have at least one sibling

I live in the united states
There is snow right now where I live
I have hung out with a friend in the past month
I have a smartphone
I have at least 15 cds
I share my room with someone

- random shit:
I have breakdanced
I know a person named Jamie
I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce
I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now
I have punched someone in the past week
I know someone who has gone to jail
I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today
I know what I want to do with my life
I speak at least 2 languages
I have made a new friend in the past year

I tag  @sofia-boutela @dani-moonstar @super-batgirl @batstephs @trans-cir-el @whiterosedawn @thisisbitti @transdreadnought @flashfamily


Cities & Moods: Tübingen, Germany 

Es blüht das fernste, tiefste Tal:  Nun, armes Herz, vergiß der Qual!
Even the deepest, most distant valley is in flower. Now, poor heart, forget your torment. (Ludwig Uhland, Frühlingsglaube) 

inspired by the wonderful moodboards by lovely @expatesque:) 

Everything You Need to Know About Writing Successfully - in Ten Minutes

by Stephen King
(reprinted in Sylvia K. Burack, ed. The Writer’s Handbook. Boston, MA: Writer, Inc., 1988: 3-9)

I. The First Introduction

THAT’S RIGHT. I know it sounds like an ad for some sleazy writers’ school, but I really am going to tell you everything you need to pursue a successful and financially rewarding career writing fiction, and I really am going to do it in ten minutes, which is exactly how long it took me to learn.  It will actually take you twenty minutes or so to read this essay, however, because I have to tell you a story, and then I have to write a second introduction.  But these, I argue, should not count in the ten minutes.

II. The Story, or, How Stephen King Learned to Write

When I was a sophomore in high school, I did a sophomoric thing which got me in a pot of fairly hot water, as sophomoric didoes often do.  I wrote and published a small satiric newspaper called The Village Vomit.  In this little paper I lampooned a number of teachers at Lisbon (Maine) High School, where I was under instruction.  These were not very gentle lampoons; they ranged from the scatological to the downright cruel

Eventually, a copy of this little newspaper found its way into the hands of a faculty member, and since I had been unwise enough to put my name on it (a fault, some critics argue, of which I have still not been entirely cured), I was brought into the office. The sophisticated satirist had by that time reverted to what he really was: a fourteen-year-old kid who was shaking in his boots and wondering if he was going to get a suspension … what we called “a three-day vacation” in those dim days of 1964.

I wasn’t suspended. I was forced to make a number of apologies - they were warranted, but they still tasted like dog-dirt in my mouth - and spent a week in detention hall. And the guidance counselor arranged what he no doubt thought of as a more constructive channel for my talents. This was a job - contingent upon the editor’s approval - writing sports for the Lisbon Enterprise, a twelve-page weekly of the sort with which any small-town resident will be familiar. This editor was the man who taught me everything I know about writing in ten minutes. His name was John Gould - not the famed New England humorist or the novelist who wrote The Greenleaf Fires, but a relative of both, I believe.

He told me he needed a sports writer and we could “try each other out” if I wanted.

I told him I knew more about advanced algebra than I did sports.

Gould nodded and said, “You’ll learn.”

I said I would at least try to learn. Gould gave me a huge roll of yellow paper and promised me a wage of 1/2¢ per word. The first two pieces I wrote had to do with a high school basketball game in which a member of my school team broke the Lisbon High scoring record. One of these pieces was straight reportage. The second was a feature article.

I brought them to Gould the day after the game, so he’d have them for the paper, which came out Fridays. He read the straight piece, made two minor corrections, and spiked it. Then he started in on the feature piece with a large black pen and taught me all I ever needed to know about my craft. I wish I still had the piece - it deserves to be framed, editorial corrections and all - but I can remember pretty well how it looked when he had finished with it. Here’s an example:

(note: this is before the edit marks indicated on King’s original copy)

Last night, in the well-loved gymnasium of Lisbon High School, partisans and Jay Hills fans alike were stunned by an athletic performance unequaled in school history: Bob Ransom, known as “Bullet” Bob for both his size and accuracy, scored thirty-seven points. He did it with grace and speed … and he did it with an odd courtesy as well, committing only two personal fouls in his knight-like quest for a record which has eluded Lisbon thinclads since 1953….

(after edit marks)

Last night, in the Lisbon High School gymnasium, partisans and Jay Hills fans alike were stunned by an athletic performance unequaled in school history: Bob Ransom scored thirty-seven points. He did it with grace and speed … and he did it with an odd courtesy as well, committing only two personal fouls in his quest for a record which has eluded Lisbon’s basketball team since 1953….

When Gould finished marking up my copy in the manner I have indicated above, he looked up and must have seen something on my face. I think he must have thought it was horror, but it was not: it was revelation.

“I only took out the bad parts, you know,” he said. “Most of it’s pretty good.”

“I know,” I said, meaning both things: yes, most of it was good, and yes, he had only taken out the bad parts. “I won’t do it again.”

“If that’s true,” he said, “you’ll never have to work again. You can do this for a living.” Then he threw back his head and laughed.

And he was right; I am doing this for a living, and as long as I can keep on, I don’t expect ever to have to work again.

III. The Second Introduction

All of what follows has been said before. If you are interested enough in writing to be a purchaser of this magazine, you will have either heard or read all (or almost all) of it before. Thousands of writing courses are taught across the United States each year; seminars are convened; guest lecturers talk, then answer questions, then drink as many gin and tonics as their expense-fees will allow, and it all boils down to what follows.

I am going to tell you these things again because often people will only listen - really listen - to someone who makes a lot of money doing the thing he’s talking about. This is sad but true. And I told you the story above not to make myself sound like a character out of a Horatio Alger novel but to make a point: I saw, I listened, and I learned. Until that day in John Gould’s little office, I had been writing first drafts of stories which might run 2,500 words. The second drafts were apt to run 3,300 words. Following that day, my 2,500-word first drafts became 2,200-word second drafts. And two years after that, I sold the first one.

So here it is, with all the bark stripped off. It’ll take ten minutes to read, and you can apply it right away…if you listen.

IV. Everything You Need to Know About Writing Successfully

This, of course, is the killer.  What is talent?  I can hear someone shouting, and here we are, ready to get into a discussion right up there with “what is the meaning of life?” for weighty pronouncements and total uselessness.  For the purposes of the beginning writer, talent may as well be defined as eventual success - publication and money.  If you wrote something for which someone sent you a check, if you cashed the check and it didn’t bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented.

Now some of you are really hollering.  Some of you are calling me one crass money-fixated creep.  And some of you are calling me bad names.  Are you calling Harold Robbins talented?  someone in one of the Great English Departments of America is screeching.  V.C. Andrews?  Theodore Dreiser?  Or what about you, you dyslexic moron?

Nonsense.  Worse than nonsense, off the subject.  We’re not talking about good or bad here.  I’m interested in telling you how to get your stuff published, not in critical judgments of who’s good or bad.  As a rule the critical judgments come after the check’s been spent, anyway.  I have my own opinions, but most times I keep them to myself.  People who are published steadily and are paid for what they are writing may be either saints or trollops, but they are clearly reaching a great many someones who want what they have.  Ergo, they are communicating.  Ergo, they are talented.  The biggest part of writing successfully is being talented, and in the context of marketing, the only bad writer is one who doesn’t get paid.  If you’re not talented, you won’t succeed.  And if you’re not succeeding, you should know when to quit.

When is that?  I don’t know.  It’s different for each writer.  Not after six rejection slips, certainly, nor after sixty.  But after six hundred?  Maybe.  After six thousand?  My friend, after six thousand pinks, it’s time you tried painting or computer programming.

Further, almost every aspiring writer knows when he is getting warmer - you start getting little jotted notes on your rejection slips, or personal letters…maybe a commiserating phone call.  It’s lonely out there in the cold, but there are encouraging voices…unless there is nothing in your words which warrants encouragement.  I think you owe it to yourself to skip as much of the self-illusion as possible.  If your eyes are open, you’ll know which way to go…or when to turn back.

Type.  Double-space.  Use a nice heavy white paper, never that erasable onion-skin stuff.  If you’ve marked up your manuscript a lot, do another draft.

If you haven’t marked up your manuscript a lot, you did a lazy job.  Only God gets things right the first time.  Don’t be a slob.

You want to get up on a soapbox and preach?  Fine.  Get one and try your local park.  You want to write for money?  Get to the point.  And if you remove all the excess garbage and discover you can’t find the point, tear up what you wrote and start all over again…or try something new.

5.  NEVER LOOK AT A REFERENCE BOOK WHILE DOING A FIRST DRAFT You want to write a story?  Fine.  Put away your dictionary, your encyclopedias, your World Almanac, and your thesaurus.  Better yet, throw your thesaurus into the wastebasket.  The only things creepier than a thesaurus are those little paperbacks college students too lazy to read the assigned novels buy around exam time.  Any word you have to hunt for in a thesaurus is the wrong word.  There are no exceptions to this rule.  You think you might have misspelled a word?  O.K., so here is your choice: either look it up in the dictionary, thereby making sure you have it right - and breaking your train of thought and the writer’s trance in the bargain - or just spell it phonetically and correct it later.  Why not?  Did you think it was going to go somewhere?  And if you need to know the largest city in Brazil and you find you don’t have it in your head, why not write in Miami, or Cleveland?  You can check it…but laterWhen you sit down to write, write.  Don’t do anything else except go to the bathroom, and only do that if it absolutely cannot be put off.

Only a dimwit would send a story about giant vampire bats surrounding a high school to McCall’s.  Only a dimwit would send a tender story about a mother and daughter making up their differences on Christmas Eve to Playboy…but people do it all the time.  I’m not exaggerating; I have seen such stories in the slush piles of the actual magazines.  If you write a good story, why send it out in an ignorant fashion?  Would you send your kid out in a snowstorm dressed in Bermuda shorts and a tank top?  If you like science fiction, read the magazines.  If you want to write confession stories, read the magazines.  And so on.  It isn’t just a matter of knowing what’s right for the present story; you can begin to catch on, after awhile, to overall rhythms, editorial likes and dislikes, a magazine’s entire slant.  Sometimes your reading can influence the next story, and create a sale.

Does this mean you can’t write “serious fiction”?  It does not.  Somewhere along the line pernicious critics have invested the American reading and writing public with the idea that entertaining fiction and serious ideas do not overlap.  This would have surprised Charles Dickens, not to mention Jane Austen, John Steinbeck, William Faulkner, Bernard Malamud, and hundreds of others.  But your serious ideas must always serve your story, not the other way around.  I repeat: if you want to preach, get a soapbox.

The answer needn’t always be yes.  But if it’s always no, it’s time for a new project or a new career.

Show your piece to a number of people - ten, let us say.  Listen carefully to what they tell you.  Smile and nod a lot.  Then review what was said very carefully.  If your critics are all telling you the same thing about some facet of your story - a plot twist that doesn’t work, a character who rings false, stilted narrative, or half a dozen other possibles - change that facet.  It doesn’t matter if you really liked that twist of that character; if a lot of people are telling you something is wrong with you piece, it is.  If seven or eight of them are hitting on that same thing, I’d still suggest changing it.  But if everyone - or even most everyone - is criticizing something different, you can safely disregard what all of them say.

Return postage, self-addressed envelope, all of that.

Agents get 10% of monies earned by their clients.  10% of nothing is nothing.  Agents also have to pay the rent.  Beginning writers do not contribute to that or any other necessity of life.  Flog your stories around yourself.  If you’ve done a novel, send around query letters to publishers, one by one, and follow up with sample chapters and/or the manuscript complete.  And remember Stephen King’s First Rule of Writers and Agents, learned by bitter personal experience: You don’t need one until you’re making enough for someone to steal…and if you’re making that much, you’ll be able to take your pick of good agents.

When it comes to people, mercy killing is against the law.  When it comes to fiction, it is the law.

That’s everything you need to know.  And if you listened, you can write everything and anything you want.  Now I believe I will wish you a pleasant day and sign off.

My ten minutes are up.

  • Alex: I want to kill everybody in this room
  • Magnus: ...
  • Alex: Except maybe Magnus
  • Sam: *cough*
  • Alex: And my sister
  • Alex: And Mallory, she's basically my sister she's fun to be around
  • Alex: And TJ never really did anything inherently evil to me, either
  • Blitzstone, walking in: ??
  • Alex: Oh and Team Dads deserve to live, too
  • Halfborn: ....
  • Halfborn: So basically you just want to kill me.

Srlsy tho like the Blade of Marmora appear for 5 minutes in one episode of season 3 and now they show up again and Keith is suddenly a Marmora Padawan despite having not interacted with them at all since season 2 like???? This Isn’t How You Tell A Story.

Skipping stuff like reunion scenes or Lance unlocking his sniper is one thing, but this is a MAJOR PLOT POINT THAT AFFECTS KEITH AND THE WHOLE TEAM. Like imagine if The Last Jedi just began with Rey already being a Jedi master and Luke said like 2 sentences about training her before moving on with the plot. It would be lazy there and it’s lazy here.

This is what I mean when I say Voltron needs longer seasons, because they keep trying to shove too many subplots in at once without taking time to properly explain them.

Lets say there is a group of humans stuck in a room with no entertainment whatsoever and this for a while. So what do humans do in a situation like this? We make noise and we just don’t shut up. Whether it be talking, singing, telling jokes, stories or even worse playing games.
Sure it could begin innocently with something like I spy with my little eye…, but it soon could evolve into things like truth or dare, two truths and a lie, would you rather or never have I ever. All of these can end so badly, not to mention making the aliens question if were even sane, depending on how far these so called games go.
If we can add some physical components like dice or cards into the mix there is such a wide array of possible games that need a certain sense of logic, luck and the ability to deceive others.
And if there is enough space the humans could possibly start playing tag or hide and seek or when they’re inside and an alien comes into a game, where all humans are perched somewhere on some sort of furniture and xe ask what the humans are doing there, but the only answer they give xem are the words “the floor is lava”, so xe backs out of the room slowly leaving the humans to… whatever it is they’re doing.

Basically all of our games have something to do with learning something about each other, being able to deceive someone better or even unconsciously train our children with stuff like tag and hide and seek to be pursuit predators. If there is not a game humans will invent one or make one up and the only things you know is that the rules will be super weird and you possibly could get hurt - especially if they decide they’re putting some sort of ball or other playing equipment in the equation.
Look at all of our games on our planets and tell me that we aren’t going to be known as the weirdos you never ever want to play with, because their games sound super dangerous and at best questionably sane.
YouTube Star Hank Green Will Publish His First Novel Next Year
Following in the footsteps of his older brother, the best-selling novelist John Green, Hank Green will publish his first novel with Dutton
By Alexandra Alter

It’s been really weird to know this is happening for like a full month and not wanting to say “OH! I HAVE SUCH EXCITING NEWS BUT I CAN’T TELL YOU . YET!” But here it is! I’ve been working on this for a long time, and I finished a first draft like six months ago. The process of getting a publisher and editor was fascinating and a bit time consuming, but really wortwhile and I’m extremely excited about the first round of notes I’ve gotten from Maya at Dutton. 

No one is more excited about the book than she is, which is wonderful to have. 

Now I revise! And then a bunch of other stuff happens, and then there will be a book, and then people will read it, and some people will totally hate it, and I’ll have to live with that I guess! But also I think a lot of people will like it. It’s pretty weird, and I care about it a lot, and I’m really happy it’s going to be a real thing. 

My AU’s reputation is off track :/

now these never bothered some people but it still bothered others, and the talk about this AU behind my back isn’t what I wanted it to be known for, stuff like:

  • these toon characters look weird in anime style:

it’s a style I tryed out when I first made this whole blog, and personally, I do agree on that matter, I preffer them with more cartoony looks

so I totally understand, that is someting I’m fixing with every new pannel; everything will be less anime with time I assure you (if you can’t already tell)

not major changes tho, just more rubberhose like limbs, the faces stay kind of the same

  • this whole AU is one big shipping/yaoi feast:

I still don’t get why my AU is known for that! people like to ship these characers but I assure you theres nothing of the sort,

 the only thing like that is how Felix has a thing for Oswald, I guess..

I’m not gonna be an asshole who’ll stop anyone from shipping or drawing ship fanarts or roleplaying for this AU, but like I said before, it ain’t canon!

I hope less people think of my AU as an excuse to ship characters, it’s really getting a bad reputation for that

it’s just an adventure story !

and please don’t spread roumors behind my back! if anyone has a thing they don’t like, I would love if they say it to my face;

I’m never a crybaby when it comes to criticism

(sorry for any gramatical errors, I really needed to get this of my chest)

Deception at its finest

For context, the party consist of 5 people, a [somewhat] chimera paladin, a Angel [combatant, also the party leader], A shape-shifting bard, and a Dahmphir spell thief. The party were raiding a bandit filled dungeon to try and find a clue as to a missing noble, and “captured” a small mistreated and malnourished bandit whom they interrogated, I expected the dungeon to take at least 2 sessions to clear, they did it in thirty minutes… The bandits outside the main structure had all died of a heart attack when they seen one party member.

Me[DM, as the bandit]:  “So wait is everyone outside the fort ok?”

Fayette the Spell-thief: “They-they’re fine, they’re taking a nap…”

Me[DM, as the bandit]: “are are you sure its unusually quite out there, they’re not supposed to take a nap on guard duty…”

Echo the Bard: lifts up a finger “I caught them drinking, so they’re probably passed out being drunk.”

Bandit: “oh god damn it they have a habit of that…”

Echo: “I noticed

Fayette: “its bad bandit policy to leave the other bandits drinking when they’re supposed to be on guard duty, and you should confiscate that stuff…”

Bandit [who obviously at this point doesn’t know how to bandit]: “You guys actually know bandit policy?! Are you guys inspectors of bandits or something? I don’t remember hearing about a Bandit policy, then again no one tells me anything”

The two doing most of the work here decided to roll with it and did a persuasion roll, and who ever got higher would be the one to talk…
Fayette rolled a 7
Echo rolled a 24 [19 plus bonus]

Echo (in a very stern and commanding tone): “yes there is a policy that is very heavily put down as of late. In fact its still recently new,  so its unfortunate you have not yet been told as it is punishable- not to you of course but to your peers…”

as you can probably guess the poor guy was terrified, dead pale terrified…

Bandit: “W-w-who are you with by the way?”

Echo: “Oh you don’t know?”

Bandit: “Obviously not, like I said before no one tells me anything?”

Echo: “Well you see there are these higher-ups…”

Echo at this point had trouble figuring out what to say

Me: You can just make something up and ill roll to see if its real or believable or obviously fake…

Echo: “Its called the Council of bandit chiefs” [yes that spells COB]

I rolled a d20 and hoped for a 1 to say it was fake…- I got a 20 meaning only one thing…

Me: the C.O.B. actually exist apparently…

The party then proceeded to die of laughter as they got the ability to pretty much skip the dungeon entirely…

I’m never including bandits in that campaign again but they scared the entire dungeon into submission, so much so that the lower ranked bandit chief present, a dwarf no less had to change pants and the party then took the malnourished bandit with them, when they left as “punishment” on the bandits for “failing to uphold policy in numerous ways”. The malnourished bandit was the only one who could write so now the dwarf has to fill out the ledger, he is illegible…


Will Troubled Birds captions ever cease to delight? I think not.

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair; hands clasped* I have to tell you something.
  • Rosamund: *sitting in her dad's old chair; eating a cookie* Yeah?
  • Sherlock: *awkward* Um, well, for a while, I've been...on my own here.
  • Rosamund: *nods* I know. That's okay, Uncle Sherlock.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* I know. It's okay if that changes, too *pauses* would you be okay if that changes?
  • Rosamund: *confused* Changes how?
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat* I've asked someone to live with me. Someone very special, very close to me *affectionate* someone I love *smiles* and they've accepted.
  • Rosamund: *grins* Is it Aunt Molly?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* How do you know that?
  • Rosamund: *giggles* Oh, Uncle didn't think that was a SECRET, did you?
  • Sherlock: ...
Opinion Wanted

PAIRING: Bill Skarsgård x Reader 


WARNINGS: Like one cuss word. 

NOTE: The dialogue from ‘IT’ that I use in this Imagine is from the original 1990 movie not the 2017 movie. 

“Y/N!” Bill calls out as he walks out to our deck where I am currently at. “I need your opinion on something.”

Bill sits down on the sun chair next to mine, hunching over looking at me with almost desperate eyes. I rest the book I’m currently reading, Joyland, down while sitting up in the chair. I turn my body to look over at my boyfriend for the past couple of years.

“What is it my love?” I question, scooting to the edge of my seat causing our knees to touch, mainly because he’s so much taller compared to me.

“I need your opinion on my voice,” Bill states to me. I look at him for a moment slightly confused about what he’s talking about. “My Pennywise voice.”

“Oh okay, yeah of course I’ll give you my opinion,” I tell him with a smile. Bill has been casted as Pennywise in the IT remake and he’s taking it so seriously, not wanting the movie to fail. But I know that he’ll be brilliant no matter how he approaches the iconic character.

‘Hello Y/N, I’m Pennywise the Dancing Clown,’ Bill says in a voice that it a different pitch than his own.

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I had to draw the replies I got for this post, ‘cause they were just too good

Muse’s First Halloween sentence starters

Starters for/to muses who have never heard of, or experienced, Halloween (the anon request was for non-human muses, but I feel this can be attributed to several situations.)

“It’s just a costume, don’t worry. We don’t actually shape-shift into monsters on Halloween night.”
“I’ve never heard of a holiday like this before.”
“There’s candy? I guess it can’t be that bad then.”
“I can’t believe you’ve never heard of Halloween before!”
“What kind of childhood did you have if you never ate Halloween candy?”
“Amazing. They shaped the peanut butter circle into a small pumpkin. How extraordinary.” 
“There are whole parties where everyone is dressed up like something else? How do you recognize anyone?”
“Uh, no, there aren’t any human sacrifices. They got rid of that a few centuries ago, I think.”
“You’ll love Halloween! It’s much better than Valentine’s Day, I promise.”
“Why do you have to kill the pumpkins? You put a face on them and then they rot. Isn’t that a bit cruel?”
“Is there any kind of brutal punishment if I don’t wear a costume?”
“So what deities are they praying to when they dress up like zombie nurses?”
“This is without a doubt the strangest holiday I have ever heard of.”
“There’s not usually a significance to the costume, no. Just whatever you want to be!”
“A whole holiday all about being scared and contacting the dead? Have you all gone mad?!”
“I’ve heard of holidays like this, but never experienced it.”
“It’s a good excuse to hang out in the cemetery and not look too suspicious.”
“No, we don’t just wear costumes or watch scary movies. We also egg peoples’ houses and throw toilet paper on their yard. We’re classy like that.”
“This is the only night you can contact the dead? Where I come from, we do that every day.”
“I think I like this holiday so far.”
“I’m not sure I like Halloween.”
“Don’t worry, Halloween is overrated anyway.”
“Costumes and candy are for babies. You and me? We’re going to raise the dead.”
“No, we don’t burn witches on Halloween. That’s so seventeenth century.”
“Black cats and pumpkins and stuff, it’s all just based on old superstitions and legends.”
“Tell me about the history of this holiday.”
“This isn’t one of those Santa Clause things, is it? I don’t want to know what kinds of presents he would bring.”
“Ugh! All of these costumes are hideous. And people dress like this for fun?”


Sherlock: Is a phone call possible? 

Mycroft: Phone call? 

Sherlock: Sherlock has a brother he may wish to say goodbye. John has a daughter he may wish to say goodbye.

Ok, the hate Max is getting is fucking ridiculous. I’ll link this post from reddit by CiB789 which might explain her reasons for not contacting Chloe. Remember, people, Max is not evil, she does not hate Chloe, she didn’t do that out of spite, she feels bad for what she’s done and she did everything she could to redeem herself in the first game. Social anxiety sucks.

Remember that by the time of the texts we see in Before the Storm it’s been over a year since William’s death. I expect in the immediate aftermath of William’s death Max was better at keeping in touch (especially as that point the move was recent) And in that time (based on what she knows when they reconnect in Season 1) Chloe isn’t actually telling Max anything about what’s going in her life.

The busy excuse is a tough one for Max. She strikes me as the sort who finds it every difficult to just text or phone someone without them contacting her first (indeed, in Season 1, just about all of her text conversations are initiated by the other person). Chances are if Chloe texts her with the stuff she does text herself with- essentially with small talk, and Max doesn’t see the text immediately she seems the sort to have difficulty responding hours later (because then she’s initiating contact). And then you have the “well how do I respond to this?” quesiton- and if she can’t find an answer to that it can become easy to say “well I’ll think about it later”. And then a week later it’s impossible to come up with anything you think you can say. Which is where shyness becomes guilt. Max feels like she’s being a shitty friend to Chloe due to this shyness (this is evident in Season 1, where Chloe right from the get go is at the forefront of her mind, and her diary has her describing herself as a terrible friend). So eventually she’s not only too shy to reply to Chloe, she’s starting to think that Chloe hates her for failing her as a friend. When Chloe then texts her calling her “the Queen of the crickets”- that probably hurt Max to read this, especially as it (in Max’s mind) probably confirms the “well she hates me now” hypothesis.

Finally ignorance. All Max knows by the time of BtS is that Chloe lost her father around 2 years ago. Chloe hasn’t said things like “I have a step father and we hate each other” or “I’m lonely” or “I’ve not made any new friends”. That is, Chloe has given Max no indication that Chloe hasn’t moved on, nor has she given Max any indication that Chloe needs her. I couldn’t help but think that if Chloe has texted Max saying “Feeling shitty, please call” then the second Max got that text Chloe’s phone would ring. Had Chloe sent any of the letters she’s not sending, Max would be there for her come hell or high water.

Finally, remember from season 1 that Chloe (eventually) had Rachel- the implication we get there is that Max never found anyone to fill the Chloe shaped hole in her life. She’s still writing in her diary five years later that Chloe is her best friend, and that she let Chloe down.

So basically, Max’s shyness and guilt pushed her to a point where she probably doesn’t think that Chloe wants to hear from her. I actually feel really sorry for Max here. I expect some of this will end up in Farewell.