no one thought it possible

1D Hiatus: Day 527

* The boys send love to the ones affected by the terror attack in Manchester via Twitter and Instagram

* Niall arrives in Baltimore, meets fans

* A video of Liam for Apple Music is released

* It’s the day of Harry’s concert in Mexico

It’s May 23rd, 2017.


On this day a year ago: #162

What if...

The Plot Twist™ in The Last Jedi is not involved to a specific character arc, but the lore that surrounds the Force itself? What if the prophecy for the balance in the force has a dark origin (maybe even explaining how Anakin was born), or worse, a devastating conclusion that no one saw it possible?

DOCTOR DREAMY | PT.2 [M]

pt1 | pt2 | (2/5)

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: smut, fluff, slight angst + expecting parents au

word count: 11,035

request: sperm donor ex-boyfriend jimin

description: Okay, maybe in hindsight asking your ex-boyfriend, who you never really got over, to be your sperm-donor wasn’t the brightest of ideas.

cr. 


six years prior.

“Do you wanna have kids one day?”

Jimin tilted his head as if to ponder the idea before tugging you across the bed until you were leaning against his chest, curious eyes catching your own.  

“Sure, I mean one day. One day, far, far away,” He said, pointing his finger off into the distance jokingly.

You laughed, hand skimming along the back of his neck. “Yeah, me too.”

“Any particular reason why you’re asking?” He said as he began playing with the strands of your hair.

“I dunno,” You shrugged. “We’ve been dating for a long time, just thought that it’s something we should know about each other.”

Jimin nodded, “No, you’re right. It’s kind of something you should figure out before things get too far in the relationship… Guess we waited a bit too long, but we’re on the same page, so that’s good,” He smiled, leaning down to place a short peck against your lips.

“So that means you think that information will be put to good use one day?” You asked, quirking your brow to insinuate.

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Day One Hundred and Twenty-Four

-A toddler chanted, “I won’t eat. I won’t eat. Bad seafood. Bad seafood.” Despite the many repetitions of this mantra, I was unable to discern whether the child refused to eat the bad seafood, or whether he refused to eat what he was given and demanded bad seafood in its stead.

-A young boy adamantly denied that he had staged a banana fight at home. His mother told me that he had unpeeled all of the bananas in the house, left them on the ground, and threw the peels at everyone in the house. I am not sure whose story I believe more, but I know which I hope is true.

-An incredibly-coordinated child, no more than eighteen months-old, blew me more kisses than I could catch or count, blessing me and my day more than I had thought possible from one so tiny.

-An elderly woman slowly shuffled towards my lane, one finger outstretched inquisitively. Her impressively wide smile never left her face, nor did her impressively wide eyes leave mine. After inching most of the way to my lane like this, she dropped it entirely, moving and acting as normally as a septuagenarian could. I, to this very moment, know not which persona to trust as genuine, and which was the well-constructed ruse.

-I watched as an infant breached multiple layers of zipper-reinforced security and extracted her grandmother’s credit cards from her wallet within her purse without arousing any suspicion nor attention. Recruitment for my heist squad continues to go swimmingly.

-The position of Register Friend has been filled today by a gazelle whom I have named Giselle, as this is both a beautiful name befitting such a beautiful creature as well as the first name that popped into my head.

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“How to love your depressed lover.

Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.” -Thank you Donna-Marie Riley for the quote and inspiration, and thank you to my amazing boyfriend for helping these images come to life ❤️

“The obsession, particularly online, with the homoerotic tension between Sherlock and Doctor Watson… The template for us was the Billy Wilder film The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes, which deliberately plays with the idea that Holmes might be gay. We’ve done the same thing, deliberately played with it although it’s absolutely clearly not the case. He’s only a brain, ‘everything else is transport’ to him and John clearly says, “I’m not gay, we’re not together” but the joke is that everyone assumes that in the 21st century that these two blokes living together are a couple– what they wouldn’t’ have assumed in the 19th century. They’d have assumed they were bachelor best friends and now they assume they’re lovers. That’s obviously such fun to play with and the fact that people now assume, in a very positive way, that they’re together is a different joke to it being a negative connotation.”  Mark Gatiss in The Gay Times, February 2012

Hmm, I’m actually not so sure about that. Because I never got this joke (and no, that’s not a generation thing. I’m round about the same age as the show creators). Honestly, to me, two blokes sharing a flat in central London in the 21st century are just two blokes sharing a flat because it’s fucking expensive. I’d never assume anything else.

Even if one of the man was depicted as obviously gay (Girlfriend? Nor really my area. - Boyfriend? I know it’s fine.) - I wouldn’t assume any kind of romatic interest between them. I can’t see a joke there either.

But when their flat sharing gets laden with innuendo? For example, their landlady asking them if they share a bedroom. Another acquaintance taking them for being on a date. Those two blokes gazing at each other as if they were about to eat each other alive. One of the man killing for the other, who, in return, protects him from being prosecuted… Well, then I’d start to assume something’s going on - because it is shown to me and hammered home.

Only, I can’t see a joke there either…

So, what Gatiss described in the above interview wasn’t what happened. They were not just showing us two blokes living together. Because then no one in the 21st century would think of them as a couple. Moffat and Gatiss had to actively insert innuendo for their viewers to catch up on their ‘joke’ in the first place. They encouraged this on many levels: text, acting choices, casting, costume, music, lighting, cinematography.

They actively implemented homoerotic (sub)text in their show - only to lament at the same time that people cought up on it? That some viewers expected something to come out of it. Because, in the 21st century, no one thought it possible that it could just be a lame joke! Because there just is no joke to it.

The viewers took the positive attitude Gatiis desrcibes a step further and expected positive representation from the writers after playing with the inherent homoeroticism of the original stories. The fandom was far more advanced than the show runners, it seems.

And why play with the  homoeroticism it in the first place? I really can’t see where the fun might be in there, apart from cracking some cheap gay jokes that feed an outdated no-homo attitude?

What is there to play with when it’s not an issue anymore? And if it’s still an issue, I’m not sure that making fun of it ist the appropriate approach to it.

you can’t really be successfully satirical regarding nazism … because we’ve already established people don’t think nazi ideology is grotesque enough for people to be disgusted by caricatures of nazism … because nazism is already outrageous, you cannot exaggerate it more, and if you try people will only grow more attached to nazism regurgitating what you thought no one could possibly agree with. Because again we’ve already established people aren’t horrified by ethnic cleansing, white supremacy, or any other benchmarks of nazism, you can’t use shock tactics when it’s not a shock.

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Tony Goldwyn saying ‘Wow’ on Who Do You Think You Are [x] [per request]

off limits | 03 (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: slight angst, smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin
words: 10,930
summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

» playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 |

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what does love mean to me?

what does love mean to me. i’m not really sure i asked myself this question a lot. i didn’t have a childhood filled with love and affection. so i think that my sense of love, the way it looks, how it feels, the way it’s expressed is very warped. for me growing up “love was” a slap in the face. a hole through the wall. it was belittlement and hatred. i didn’t see what love really was until a brown eyed girl walked into my life at easily the most unexpected time. now don’t get me wrong im not here to reminisce about past relationships or things left unsaid. but when she came into my life i had nothing. i was nothing. i was really fucked up. i struggled, i cried, i screamed, and i panicked. i was a mess to say the least.
but she learned to love that mess, the tornado that i was, that i always believed i would be, destroying everything and everyone in my path. its why i always said i couldn’t love anyone, let alone be loved by anyone. to be told i love you 18 days after the first time you meet someone is crazy right? at least i thought it was. but i was wrong. i thought no one could possibly love me after that short amount of time she doesnt know anything about me yet. but the walls crumbled down one by one. i fell along with them. but she did her best to pick me back up. she spent over 400 days loving me. and in those 400 days i saw love. for the first time in my life i saw love for what it really was. i mean love in every sense of the form, to me love is the way her parents cheered at her games, or the way that they laughed endlessly playing stupid boardgames, love is pushing someone to be the best version of themselves, love is the way i found friends in people i thought i hated. love is trusting. love is letting go. love is crazy, unexplainable, and unimaginable. i learned that love, in that time whether it be picking you up off the bathroom floor, stopping you from jumping off the top of a parking garage, or may it be writing your final flashcards with you, or staying up until 3 am watching criminal minds in a fort built in the living room. love is unconditional. love is love. love means going all in even if it means you’re going to get hurt. because in the end its the only thing worth getting hurt for.

You're my best friend

I just got my hair cut and I’m feeling overly emotional, and I don’t know how these two things relate, but here have some sterek.

They have been together for a while now. They just got their first apartment together, and saying that both of them were high on love (for each other) and hope (for a new happy life) would be quite the understatement.

There had been a time when either of them had thought that they could never have the other, that after Derek left they would never find each other again, and they had never even thought possible that one day they could have a place, a home together. And yet, here they were.

They just finished mounting their new bed, and Stiles falls on the bare mattress with a satisfied “oof” Derek following shortly after him.

And it’s then that somehow it hits Stiles. It hits him so hard and so suddenly that he’s so overwhelmed with it that his eyes burn and he wants to yell it at the top of his lungs, but at the same time the emotion is so strong that clogs up his throat, and he can barely manage to speak.

So, he just makes a small noise (all he can muster right now) and rolls over to Derek’s side, throwing one arm over Derek’s body and burying his face into Derek’s neck.

Derek huffs out a surprised laugh, but promptly starts rubbing his back soothingly.

“Derek,” Stiles mumbles, when he finds his voice again.

Derek hums questioningly and Stiles hugs him close, a little bit tighter, before he gets out of his hiding spot and looks up at his boyfriend.

“You’re my best friend.” He says, all intense, earnest and sincere eyes.

Because it’s true. Yes, Scott is the friend he knew longer, they had their high and lows and highs again, and he’s like a brother, but that’s just it, Scott is his brother.

Derek is his best friend.

Derek is the person that he thinks about first when he’s thought of a stupid joke and wants to share it with someone. Derek is the one he looks for when he wants to tell someone about what his favourite character is going through, even if it’s a show or a book that Derek hasn’t watched yet. Derek is the name on his lips when he wants to tell or show someone how he managed to do something, even if it’s just as ordinary and banal as Stiles managing to doodle a real-looking wolf shadow, he knows that even if his first reaction would be to roll his eyes, he’d do so smiling in that warm way that always tell Stiles so many things. Like how loved he is, and how Derek is proud of him, even for the little things. And Derek is the one that he glances up to look at before he even knows why.

And that’s why he hates fighting with him so much, because he’s fighting with his boyfriend and best friend. And really, there’s no one in his life that can match with everything that Derek means to him. Derek is his special person, everyone has their special person, don’t they?

And Derek is Stiles’ person.

And yes, Derek is his boyfriend, and they had already said their ‘I love you’s to each other a long time ago, but Derek is also, and maybe most importantly, Stiles’ best friend too, and Stiles really needs him to know that.

“You’re my best friend,” he repeats, because he needs him to understand.

And of course, because Derek is his everything plus his best friend, smiles small and understanding, before he leans down to kiss him on the corner of his mouth, feather-light and all softness, and whispers “you’re my best friend, too.”

And Stiles knows that Derek understands, because he can see in his eyes that Stiles is his person too.

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AND IF YOU LOOK TO YOUR LEFT YOU WILL SEE OUR NEWEST EXHIBIT LABELLED “GENUINE FEELINGS OF SURPRISE ON A GRUMPY NINJA”.

I absolutely love how this bit of the conversation plays out too, though. The panel zooms all the way out for Kurogane’s questions, because that’s as close as we’re going to get. WE don’t get to see the concern on Kurogane’s face when he asks about Tomoyo’s well-being, because those don’t belong to us yet. Those are still private things for Kurogane, and only these specific circumstances are letting him properly voice them. 

And the way Piffle Tomoyo chooses to reply isn’t with any guarantees of her safety, because it was a year ago, and Kurogane would see through any empty assurances in a heartbeat. Tomoyo knows what this moment means, so she’s completely and utterly honest in a way that still stays true to what he wants to hear: she looked happy - or more specifically, she enjoyed herself the most when she was talking about him. AND KUROGANE EXPECTS THAT SHE WAS TROLLING HIM BECAUSE HE KNOWS HER VERY WELL, but that wasn’t the case, and instead he gets a compliment he was never expecting. 

Tomoyo sent him away on this journey very abruptly without giving him any chance to adjust to the reasons WHY she was sending him away. But here Kurogane gets the message that she wasn’t just banishing him outright or doing it out of spite, but because she truly believes in him and thinks he will grow into a truer and stronger version of himself. 

Which is what he always wanted in his own misguided way. He wanted strength, which he equated with murder at the time. But now Tomoyo has not only given him the path to true strength, but she honestly believes that he can achieve it the proper way, and that was a vote of confidence he might not have been expecting. 

OH MAN. 

SO. ON TOP OF ALL THAT

On top of HIS Tomoyo’s care and belief and her gift of putting him in the position to achieve what he always wanted (but had fallen out of sync with), Piffle Tomoyo goes back and addresses her original question. Kurogane’s wound. 

And this time Kurogane doesn’t deflect or resist. He accepts Tomoyo’s gentle comfort. 

That in itself is a huge step, but it’s a metaphor in itself. The entire thing is a mirror.

Piffle Tomoyo hurt Kurogane physically - but she’s taking responsibility, providing him the comfort that only she can, and encouraging him to heal.

Kurogane’s Tomoyo did the same thing, but on a much larger scale. She hurt him emotionally - which, because this is Kurogane, is a very hard thing to gauge in the first place (and this in itseld is reflected through his refusal to take off the glove or admit that he was hurt). 

(But we know it does.) 

And through Piffle Tomoyo’s words, his Tomoyo is reaching back out to him. She’s accepting responsibility for what she did by sending him away, but she’s providing the kind of comfort that could ONLY come from her. 

More than all of that, she wants him to heal. 

And at the core of it all, that’s what Kurogane’s journey has been about right from the very start.

And now he might actually begin to do it. 

Best Friends Forever

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

*Requested smut, read carefully ;)

Imagine: You are angry because you ex seems to be really hitting it off since you two broke up. In order to help you through it, Klaus Mikaelson, your best friend, shows up in your place. There, he decides to come clean about his own feelings. After that, things get a bit hot in your room.

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A light rain was pouring outside, matching your horrible mood. Today you had the misfortune of bumping into your ex boyfriend, Matt Donovan, and, to make things even worse, he looked like he could not be any happier, babbling about his growing success. Like you wanted to actually know that! Urgh! And that son of a bitch still felt in the right to comment about your life and fucking laugh about it. So what you had been going out and drinking more? It was none of his business.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on the radio. Music helped a lot to discharge the anger and keep your emotions together. Right now, it was exactly what you needed. Luckily, your girl power song was on: Beyoncé’s hit Single Ladies. A smile fastly appeared, as you started to sing and dance along.

“Acting up, drink in my cup! I can’t care less what you think.” You swayed your hips to the tune and rolled your eyes, wishing you were telling him that. “I need no permission, did I mention?”

“I take you are in a good mood, Y/N.”

The singing stopped and strangled scream came out instead. It took a few seconds for you to realise who had barged into your room, invading your privacy. After the fear went off and Klaus was laughing out loud, you frowned, angry. 

“This is not funny. I could have had a heart attack.”

“You’re a banshee, I’m pretty sure you are able to predict your own death.” You narrowed your eyes. “I’m just kidding! I came back town yesterday and heard Matt was at Mystic Falls as well. Thought I’d come to see how you were doing.”

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i have this headcanon that by the time all of her grandchildren were born molly weasley was knitting more christmas sweaters than she ever thought possible but still she kept knitting

and one day fleur is looking over the christmas photos from last year and notices that every single person is wearing a weasley christmas sweater… except molly

so that year molly opens her christmas presents from bill, fleur and the kids and there’s a hand-crocheted sweater with an “M” on it from her daughter-in-law don’t fucking look at me

Protective Or Possessive - Part Two | Jughead x Reader

Originally posted by jonesjughead

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: confused with Jughead’s words to you a week ago, you recruit the help of your friends to try and get to the bottom of it but only end up making things worse.

Warnings: none, ok. just mad, lil jelly Jughead.

Word count: 1,165

A/N: i cannot believe the first part got over 200 notes. i legit didn’t even think it’d get 5 so thank you so much. it’s motivated me so much, you have no idea. this is part two and there will definitely be a part three! let me know what you think and i’m totally down to do requests too so <3

PART ONE

It had been a week since you’d heard Jughead mumble those infamous seven words.

He better only be just a friend.

You still had no idea what that meant or if you were even supposed to hear it in the first place. Sure, you could have asked him but that would’ve almost definitely made things awkward between the two of you and that was one of the last things you wanted. So, you’d spent the last seven days going through a whole bunch of different scenarios in your head. Did it mean he liked you? Did he mean he was just being an over possessive friend? Was he jealous? You wanted to find out so badly but how. That was the question.

“Earth to (Y/N),” a familiar voice spoke out as a hand waved in front of your face capturing your attention. You’d been sat in the student lounge, mind drifting off and now in front of you was the person causing you to be in this mess of crazy thoughts.

“Hey, Jug,” you flashed him a smile. “What’s up?”

“Pop’s after school?”

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It all points to you - pt.1

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Prompt:
Soulmate AU requested by anon.
One shot(x) or Chapter (x) pt.½ || (next part)
Word count:
2.3k
Warnings: none
Genre:
Fluff? Maybe a Tiny Speck of angst?
A/N: I’m tremendously sorry for all the tardiness!! University has started so it’s all gotten pretty hectic.. to make it to to you, I’ve decided this is gonna be a two chapter fic! The next chapter will be probably uploaded next week tho, as I have yet to finish it. Also, this isn’t some of my best work.. it really isn’t…so please bear with me. Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors!


The world seemed to work in odd, surprising ways. For every person existed another, tied together by an inconspicuous red string of fate. Those, no one could see, though they had no reason to. On each person’s wrist lay imprinted a compass, working restlessly all hour of every day of every year, hoping for the bearers’ attention to glance their way just at the right moment, just at the right second the string’s ends could intertwine.

At least half of the population was a result of this, of having been aware at the time their half crossed their path. They were, mostly, the married and the bearers of children.

Some say it destiny proven to be true. Yet in the back of most people’s minds flashed a thought very possible. That is, while they say that, one way or another, pairs will have more than one chance to meet, there are those who never stop wondering.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any writing or dos/donts tips for new fanfiction writers??


I’m just gonna start this out by saying i’m so honored that you asked me this especially since i’ve only been writing for less than a year whoops but anyway… Buckle up.

  • Proper grammar is very important
    • While it might be easier to type how you text and message people, basic sentence structure is important in a. Making your writing legible and b. Making it flow well
    • Use commas, just be careful how you use them
      • If what your saying can be said as an aside, chances are you’re going to use a comma or a hyphen
      • COMMAS ARE NOT USED SIMILAR TO THE PAUSE POINTS WHEN YOU SPEAK GET THAT OUT OF YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW
      • Yes sometimes, commas and speaking pause points line up, but it’s not always
    • Use sentence length to set the mood
      • Longer sentences slow the reader down, so using FANBOYS or semicolons can really help to create a calm mood
      • Shorter sentences make the reader read faster, so you can use it to show anxiety or fast paced thoughts or actions
  • Make grammar your bitch
    • Proper grammar is important, but misusing grammar can be extremely helpful in setting the mood
    • For example: run on sentences, bad grammar, but if you use them, it shows that the character is having one long, trailing thought and possible anxiety depending on how the run on is structured
    • Also, not everyone talks properly. Not everyone says “I’m going to go read.” In fact, most native English speakers say “I’m gonna go read.” Learn how the character speaks, and use that.
  • If you’re going to use google docs (cause lbr not everyone can afford Word) get the grammarly extension on chrome, it’s like your own personal beta
  • PLAN
    • Know where you want your fic to go and make notes
    • If it’s a longer fic, write out a timeline, get your thoughts down and in order, it’ll save time as you write it out as well as prevent forgetting any plot points
    • Write down what the characters are like at the start of the fic and then at the end of the fic. Longer fics should have some sort of change and growth
    • However, if you’re going to write a shorter fic, this doesn’t always apply. Some shorter fics are specifically written just to show one point in a character’s life or characters lives and therefore there might not be much growth
  • Stay open to ideas
    • Sometimes your writing is going to take you in a different direction than planned. That’s okay.
    • If you don’t like where it’s going, DON’T DELETE THE SECTION, instead, move it somewhere else, i.e. a new doc, and start from where it started to veer off it’s path
  • DON’T COMPARE YOURSELF TO OTHER WRITERS; THIS WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL
    • First, everyone has their own way of writing, don’t try and mimic it, or your writing won’t feel genuine to you or your reader
    • Second, there is always going to be someone better than you. Always. The more you compare yourself, the harsher you’ll get on yourself, and the less you’ll like writing
    • Third, everyone has to start somewhere. You will post bad fic. I have. Everyone has. It’s how you start, and it’s how you get feedback and grow. Don’t be ashamed of it
    • Fourth, you are never done growing. You will always be learning new ways to write, new ways to better express feelings and thoughts
  • Body language
    • Body language is a solid 60% of conversations, whether you notice it or not
    • People can actively hid something in their voice from you, but it’s harder to do so with their body, as so much of what we do is subconscious
    • Learn what your character’s tells are: when they’re lying, annoyed, happy, frustrated, upset, etc. Also, using general tells are pretty good, too. Quite a few people tend to look to the left when they lie, or cross their arms when they’re being defensive.
  • Showing is better than telling
    • Through body language, thoughts, and actions, you can show a character’s feelings a whole lot better than outrightly saying it.
    • This doesn’t mean never tell, but when you do it all the time, the story gets kinda boring
  • Find your audience
    • You want to hit moms in their forties? Write like a realistic, romance author
    • Wanna hit teens? Write about more fantasy and science fiction, hitting romance while still developing characters as they grow and age
  • Reach out to others in the fandom
    • talk with people, make friends, come up with headcanons together
    • encourage them and they will encourage you
    • having people to talk to about things is honestly so important and the entire reason i’ve been able to keep writing as well as the reason why i stopped for months before i started writing for voltron
  • Find how you relate to characters. Don’t make them you, but use how you understand yourself to write them. It’s how I write anxiety, depression, adhd, and anger disorders
  • Have fun when you write
    • Talk with friends who enjoy what you’re writing about, share little snippets, get people excited or make them cry
    • Get yourself excited about making people squeal because of tooth-rotting fluff, or have their heart melt with heavy angst
  • Read other’s works
    • Learn what you like and what you don’t, what others like and what they don’t
    • See what works when it comes to imagery and what’s better to just say
    • But oh my god, don’t ever steal. You’re writing should always be your own. You can take inspiration from other people, but when you steal their work it’s unbelievably rude and is extremely upsetting to the author, plus it’s against literally every sites rules and copyrights, and don’t copy their writing style, it just doesn’t work
  • One thing I do, that I honestly wish I didn’t, but is at least helpful for me
    • I always get in the mindset of the character, i.e. if Keith’s upset, I get myself upset and then write, or if Lance is super enthused, I get myself really happy
    • This can be really exhausting and taxing at times, so do this at your own risk
  • Music can completely change how you write
    • Find or make a playlist that has the mood for how you want to write something
    • Be aware of how the song is affecting your writing, and change it if you need to
  • When the characters are talking, try to hear their voices in your head and channel that when you write
    • If you listen to the character’s speaking what you want them to say, it becomes easier for the reader to hear that as well
    • It makes the characters a lot more believable
  • Relationships aren’t black and white
    • there’s cutesy little things, fights/arguments, sex (if you write that) and so much more
    • think about how you interact with your friends. how you sometimes get frustrated with them and just need to be alone, or how easy it can be to talk with them and spend time with them and how sometimes it can be a mix of the two. it’s a lot like that just with romance and kisses
    • no two relationships are the same. keith and lance don’t have the same dynamic as shiro and allura. hunk and lance don’t have the same dynamic as hunk and keith. everything and everyone is different and compliment each other in different ways. 

I think this is it and i’m sorry with how long this is, but this is everything that i’ve learned/have helped me over the past 10 months. I hope they help you too!!!


After All This Time - Pt. 1

Characters: Teacher!Jensen x Teacher!Reader (AU)

Warnings: fluff, angst

Word Count: 3.3.k

Summary: Set in 2013, the reader stops running away from her past and heads back home to Texas after living in Nashville for seventeen years. It wasn’t what she had imagined, not without him. She realizes that ship has long since sailed, but Texas seems to have a few tricks up her sleeves that puts the reader right in the path of her High School Sweetheart that she left behind all those years ago, Jensen Ackles. Is it time for the reader to stop running and face her past?

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic THIRTEEN. The line requested was, “You can’t outrun your past” It was requested by @captainemwinchester . It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you so much for celebrating with me. I’m thinking this is going to be a series. I need to outline it. I could REALLY get into this, but if I’m going to make it a series, I want to FINISH it for once. So for now, no promises, but I know there could be two or three parts at the VERY least. You guys up for that?!

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this-night-is-sparkling-89  asked:

Hey I was wondering if you have any thoughts on Harley's dolphin tattoo. Do you think it was from when she was Harleen? It just seems so out of place compared to her other tattoos. Thanks!

That’s the tattoo of hers that I hate more than any other. It’s so incredibly OOC. “Lucky you” Who is that supposed to be aimed toward? Harley isn’t a prostitute or something. Her dedication to Joker has been mentioned by Margot MULTIPLE times and we were never given any implication that she’s breaking that dedication.

The tattoo is actually based on a tattoo from a real p0rn star which I can only assume was the result of someone seeing it and thinking it would be “sexy” to add to Harley’s design.

Overall, it’s incredibly trashy, has nothing to do with anything that defines Harley Quinn, and it also makes zero sense for Harley’s character since it contradicts her dedication to J.