not exactly how you should do it

benignmilitancy  asked:

Do you think Eggman's schemes would change in any way if his grandfather was alive and knew what he was doing? And how do you think Gerald would react to his plans?

Are we talking about a context in which Gerald was sane?

Because if so, I strongly believe that Gerald would thoroughly disapprove of his grandson’s actions as a man of peace and ethical standards. I think he would exploit the regard that Ivo holds him in to convince him to follow in his footsteps and use his genius for good. And that if he held him and his accomplishments in any real regard, that’s exactly what he should do.

Why You Will Never Forget The Signs:

(And why you shouldn’t).


Aries: With them everything was easy. They had a strong, impulsive personality; one that made them look as someone who wasn’t afraid of anyone nor anything. They were honest and caring, and above all, they were always by your side no matter what. It’s normal to never forget an Aries… they were too special.

Taurus: They were too attentive. They didn’t give you everything at every hour, but when you least expected they appeared with that thing you were waiting for during weeks. Even when they were sad, they made you smile. And yes, you miss them.

Gemini: Every time you took a look on Gemini, you had one thing clear: they were one of the most expressive people you knew. They texted you just to know if you were doing ok, if you had arrived your home safe and to tell you that they missed you. They seemed to know exactly how you felt. They cared too much about you, and they weren’t even afraid to show it. You should call them.

Cancer: They were kind of complicated, especially with those mood swings… But when you discovered that they just needed love, you realized how amazing they were. They were the one who waited for you in the night, the one who texted you a million times just to tell you they were thinking about you, the one who looked for you everywhere because they wanted a hug. Maybe you don’t remember exactly when they left, but you do remember all the times they made you feel complete.

Leo: They’re just too hard to forget. Leo spent time with you, Leo made you feel soft, warm, loved. Leo was magic. Leo was the Sun, because when they left, it suddenly felt cold and dark. Everything changed. You told yourself you’re doing okay, but it’s not true. You can’t forget them because your life it’s not the same without them.

Virgo: You tried to find somebody like them, but you didn’t success. Virgo could listen to you talking about the same topic for hours and hours, and they wouldn’t complain. They didn’t tell you ‘i love you’, but they made you feel loved. Virgo was different, and, at the same time, Virgo was just like you.

Libra: They weren’t afraid to tell you how they felt and that they’d missed you, even when it wasn’t convenient for them. Libra believed in love, friendship, and everything pure in this world. And you admired them for that. It’s okay if you can’t forget them; nobody could.

Scorpio: They gave everything for you. They were there for you when nobody else was, they held you when you were falling apart, they told you not what you wanted to hear – but the truth, and now you realize that that’s what you really needed back then. They supported you, and now that they’re gone you feel as if they had left a hole in you. Well, … maybe you should speak to them again.

Sagittarius: You will never forget the excitement you felt when talking to them on the phone in the late, late night. Their laugh, their jokes, their stories. You will never forget them because they made you feel. You miss their energy and how they smiled when they spoke.

Capricorn: They had strength, they had bravery, they had character. Beside them, you learnt how to be mature, how to be a better person; to understand life. Perhaps it’s true that you didn’t miss them at first, but now they’re the only thing you can think about. Stop waiting for a sign. Call them.

Aquarius: It is quite complicated to forget someone who always tries to make everyone happy, someone who made you feel free and gave you all their love and trust, and that, my friend, is your case. You felt safe and sound next to them, and you learnt how to enjoy the littlest things in life.

Pisces: You will remember their generosity, their kindness, their patience towards others. Pisces was too special for you, because you always had that strange feeling of freshness with them. Probably they were your favorite person in the world. Maybe you won’t forget them in the near future, and maybe you shouldn’t try to.

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

1.  BE TALENTED
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.

2.  BE NEAT
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.

3.  BE SELF-CRITICAL
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.

4.  REMOVE EVERY EXTRANEOUS WORD
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.

6.  KNOW THE MARKETS
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.

7.  WRITE TO ENTERTAIN
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.

8.  ASK YOURSELF FREQUENTLY, AM I HAVING FUN?”
The answer needn’t always be yes.  But if it’s always no, it’s time for a new project or a new career.

9.  HOW TO EVALUATE CRITICISM
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.

10.  OBSERVE ALL RULES FOR PROPER SUBMISSION
Return postage, self-addressed envelope, all of that.

11.  AN AGENT?  FORGET IT.  FOR NOW
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.

12.  IF IT’S BAD, KILL IT
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.

Talking to the Moon: How to Get Somebody to Change Their Mind

We’ve all got one in our lives: that person we love dearly but for some reason, they just don’t seem to hear us when we talk. If you follow astrology, you probably know that Mercury is the planet of communication, but even more so than that it shows how we process information and how our thought process works. Now, perhaps you and the person that comes to mind have compatible Mercury signs, perhaps you do not, or maybe you don’t even know what the person’s Mercury sign is. The point is that when you want to get a message across to somebody, particularly one of an emotional nature i.e. “this really hurts me when you do that”, “I need this to feel happy”, “you’re not hearing my perspective”, or anything similar to those statements you don’t want to talk to the person’s Mercury.

Mercury is our analytical brain and even when it is in a water sign where it tends to be more emotional, it still is an objective, logical process. If you REALLY want to get a message across to somebody when they just don’t seem to “get it”, you talk to their MOON. Now, I typically don’t advise using astrology (or any other metaphysical practice, for that matter) to pretend to be something we’re not, but in cases of communication, sometimes we absolutely MUST get a message across to somebody and the ONLY way to do that is to phrase it in a way that they can understand. Here is a guide on communication styles that are compatible with each Moon sign. I recommend trying more than one, as other factors in the chart, such as aspects to the Moon, can change the results of using each style.

Fire Moons: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius

Now, I don’t want the fire Moon people out there feeling like I’m bashing them, because we need fire Moons to inspire us and provide us with a sense of directions. It is imperative, however, that when you want a fire Moon to understand something, you have to make it about them. The fire element responds really well to arguments and ideas formatted in a way that it reminds them of how they do something, how they feel, or how they are affected. They tend to be able to empathize best if you can give them a scenario in which they would feel the same way. Using a fire-based way of talking generally requires a bit of rallying where you present your argument in a way that gives them something to do.

Specifically for:

Aries: Give them an action correlated with your argument. If you want them to do something, tell them EXACTLY what it is you want them to do and why they should do it. Don’t expect them to know any of it, lay it out for them. They instinctively crave direction and do well with open doors. Aries Moons are notoriously hard to get to change directions once they’ve picked something and patience can go a long way since they tend to change paths from time to time. Often times, they’ll spontaneously start following your idea as if was theirs if you give them enough time.

Leo: Appeal to their sense of dignity. Leo wants to feel special, and if you explain how seeing the way you do or acting the way you want them to makes them more magnanimous, they will likely oblige you. They instinctively do not want to be like everyone else or average. Challenging a Leo Moon by saying you know better is the biggest mistake you can make, so if you can lead them to making the decision themselves you’ll save yourself a lot of trouble.

Sagittarius: Ask them why they think things should be done a certain way and challenge them to expand their horizons. Sagittarius moons are likely to feel like they’ve figured life out, but they’re always intrigued by the possibility that they haven’t and if you offer them an expanded view they will likely hear you out. You cannot, however, treat this expansion like it your doing. Sagittarius Moon must connect the dots for itself to feel like it can truly follow the path you’ve presented. Using an analogy so they can make the jump themselves is often very helpful.

Earth Moons: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn

Now, I don’t want the earth Moon people out there feeling like I’m bashing them, because we need earth Moons to ground us and keep the world running. It is imperative, however, that when you want an earth Moon to understand something, you have to make it about what’s best. The earth element responds really well to arguments and ideas formatted in a way shows them, in practical terms, how something is more reasonable or realistic. They tend to be able to empathize best if you can tell them why, with real-world examples and a plan, why your idea is worth hearing. Using an earth-based way of talking generally requires a bit planning and thinking through the steps of what you’re suggesting so that the earth Moon can take you seriously.

Specifically for:

Taurus: appeal to their sense of materialism and be consistently patient. Taurus Moons are notoriously stubborn when they find something that works for them, and getting them to change their mind is not an easy task. Taurus moons, when they care about you or anything else, want you or it to feel valued and if you explain to them that doing what they’re doing will yield no harvest, they will slowly but surely change. The harvest does not have to be literal food, but if you explain to them that they won’t fill up your “love tank” or get what it is they want by staying stubborn they are capable of immense change.

Virgo: appeal to their sense of order. Virgo Moons like things to be neat and tidy so they may instinctively reject information that has to do with anything other than worldly affairs. If you want a Virgo moon to change its mind, be prepared to give them a list, in order, of your arguments. They respond well to formatted, organized arguments (even about things like emotions and zest for life) so providing them with cause and effect arguments works well.

Capricorn: appeal to their sense of discipline. Capricorn moons are often the tough-love type and are naturally ambitious. Getting these ambition-focused people to hear your point often requires that you explain the benefit of what you’re proposing to the overall bottom line. While not all Capricorn Moons go into business, they often act as if they had, so if you haven’t thought ahead about the consequences of what you’re proposing they don’t want to hear it.

Air Moons: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius

Now, I don’t want the earth Moon people out there feeling like I’m bashing them, because we need air Moons to keep ideas in circulation. It is imperative, however, that when you want an air Moon to understand something, you have to be very careful how you phrase it. The air element, since it tends to understand emotions by observing them rather than feeling them, responds really well to arguments and ideas formatted in a way shows them what something looks like and why it looks that way. They tend to be able to empathize best if you can tell very concisely and using step-by-step logical descriptions of how an idea takes place. Using an air-based way of talking generally requires a lot of clarifying, so if you want to get your point across to an air Moon, be prepared to make your point multiple times in multiple ways until they can understand it on an intellectual level.

Particularly for:

Gemini: appeal to their sense of curiosity. Gemini Moons are constantly updating their vocabulary, so don’t assume that just because you know what you meant that they do. They need you do not only tell them, using words, how you feel but they also require that you use comparisons. Gemini thrives on information, and while they’re likely to point out differences in any analogy that you use, with enough of them they will likely isolate what it is you are trying to get across to them. Be patient, as Gemini Moons can be infuriatingly full of questions, but it’s just because they want to really truly hear exactly what it is you mean.

Libra: appeal to their sense of balance. Now, of course, many people think that Libra is an empathetic sign, and while it is incredible at observing and figuring out how to blend in, its understanding of other people is still air-based rather than water based. Libra is incredibly sweet and of all the Moon placements is the most likely to want to hear you out if you tell them that they’re not hearing what you’re saying, but they may feign understanding to avoid conflict. To avoid this defense mechanism, ask them how they feel about something and to explain it and they’ll return the favor by listening to you.

Aquarius: appeal to their sense of humanity. Aquarius Moons are objective, but they’re objective in the sense that they think everybody should be included, so they don’t want you to feel left out. If your argument explains what you need to feel included or that your argument has a place in the grand scheme of things, Aquarius Moon is much more likely to hear you out. They may not implement your idea in exactly the way you want them to because of this placement’s natural inventiveness, so you may have to give them a few tries to get it right through trial and error. But, make no mistake, they will continue working until you or your idea has a place.

Water Moons: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces

Now, I don’t want the water Moon people out there feeling like I’m bashing them, because we need earth Moons give our lives meaning and feeling. It is imperative, however, that when you want a water Moon to understand something, you have to make it about how something feels. The water element responds really well to arguments and ideas formatted in a way shows them why something affects somebody on an emotional level. They tend to be able to empathize best if you can tell why something means as much to you as it does. Using a water-based way of talking generally requires a bit of acting and showing some emotion about a topic so they know you’re serious about what you’re saying.

Particularly for:

Cancer: appeal to their sense of nurturing. Cancer moons are natural mommy-types and want to take care of how you feel. They’re generally care less about what you’re saying but more how you’re saying it. Showing tears of frustration will almost inevitably get Cancer Moon people to at least slow down enough to hear you out and they’ll want to do what they can to help you feel better. They may not be able to understand super logical arguments, but if you can express to them importance they can understand that.

Scorpio: appeal to their sense of healing. Scorpio Moons get a reputation for breaking people down, but their intent isn’t to obliterate somebody; it’s to give them space to rebuild. Because of this, Scorpio Moons may test ideas that come their way in ways meant to elicit a frustrated response from the messenger. Changing the mind of a Scorpio Moon is a long-term goal, as if requires that you show endurance and belief in what you propose to them. Once they see that you’re committed and there is nothing left to break down they can change their mind.

Pisces: appeal to their sense of empathy. Pisces Moons can be frustratingly difficult to get an opinion out of, but as a result their also very non-combative. Pisces Moon will generally give in simply by you asking. The trick is you have to consistently remind them because other people can change their minds too. Pisces Moons really don’t want to upset anyone, so showing them that them not changing their mind or behavior is upsetting to you will almost always elicit a response.

As with anything in astrology, always remember to take the whole chart into account, these descriptions do not account for aspects to the moon or the house the moon is in. Be sure to subscribe to my page for more astrology content and if you have anything you’d like to ask me about, send me a message.

-Ralph

Aesthetics for the signs
  • Aries: lipstick marks on white collars, every firework exploding all at once, laughing at your own jokes, cherry coke, blurry photos of good moments that refuse to be captured, telling the stars to fuck off and making a myth out of yourself
  • Taurus: not knowing how to do something if it’s not with all of your heart, past lives like a compass within you, porches and lemonades, getting your hands dirty, misplaced wisdom, loving yourself like making a home out of your bones
  • Gemini: curiosity and the places it takes you, forks in the road, friends holding hands, realizing that you are exactly where you should be, paint-stained clothes, finding shade on a hot day, recreating yourself endlessly
  • Cancer: memes and artwork, dreaming furiously, thunderstorms during long car rides, smiling with your eyes closed, a river running, looking at the stars while everyone else is busy looking at the ground
  • Leo: nights when you glow golden, lucky dimes, confidence like a hearth warming your soul, hot July afternoons, more than what meets the eye, books loved so much that they have tattered spines
  • Virgo: order around you - order within you, an eye for details, seeing flowers bloom after a long winter, impossible dreams coming true, looking back and realizing how far you’ve come, losing yourself in strobe lights, sand between your toes for the first time in years
  • Libra: history books that pull you in, feeling like you are ancient / feeling like you are young, aiming true, favorite childhood memories, patterns in the sand, shaky voice that still speaks in a room full of closed hearts
  • Scorpio: challenging yourself - the world can wait, juice in wineglasses, learning how to swear in Latin, the calm before the storm, wind tangling in your hair, blueberry lips, finding a soulmate by the light in their eyes
  • Sagittarius: forging your own destiny, regretting only the things you didn’t do, purple lights in shop windows, smiling at animals, suddenly realizing that you are humming, writing poems on napkins, supernova stride
  • Capricorn: the sea turning into a mirror, coal turning into gold, staying up long enough to see the day break, remembering stories, pouring honey into your tea, running out of pens, hoping despite the odds
  • Aquarius: instead of breadcrumbs in your wake – stardust, believing in incredible things, mismatched socks, places that feel otherworldly, laughter like teeth, doing things for the aesthetic, glowing as if lit up from within
  • Pisces: your favorite shirt - worn out from loving, favorite songs making up the essence of who you are, realizing you are in love, sugar rushes, living for that which you burn for, rewinding cassettes with a pencil, a heart that makes everything better

anonymous asked:

What do you think about the blade of Marmora ep and when Shiro told BOM he didn't know if Keith was saying the truth? I thought it was odd considering Shiro should have known better than to throw Keith under the bus like that?

OH MAN. this is literally one of my favorite scenes in the whole series. (sorry, this is going to be really long.) i think it’s really honest. it shows exactly how insecure shiro is feeling about their relationship at that point. there’s a lot of set up for it, too.

up until this point, keith has been shiro’s rock, but that changes this season, and shiro has no idea why. he asks keith what’s wrong repeatedly, and keith blatantly lies to him. shiro is worried, but more than that, he’s hurt.

by the time they get to the blade of marmora’s base, he knows for sure that something is deeply wrong, but he’s given up on getting keith to talk about it. he tries one more time, and keith shuts him down again: (more under the cut)

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Proposing- BTS

(for @moonlight-91 )


Jin-

Originally posted by bwiseoks

-there WILL be fireworks.

-because seokjin is he definition of “extra”.

-pops the big, beautiful question at disney land, where you both first admitted you loved eachother.

-had to have all the boys opinions on the proposal before he planned everything.

-picked the most beautiful ring for you that costed a pretty penny.

-made sure your favorite disney characters were in attendance.

-as you were distracted by the huge colorful fireworks that spelled out “marry me?” Jin, got on his knee behind you and waited for you to turn around.

-once you did, you broke out into sobs as everyone around you was cheering and jin was on the verge of tears as well. Awaiting your answer.

-you could only nod your head “yes” frantically before jin literally jumped up and wrapped his arms around you, crying and pressing his lips against yours.

-you just know you both will have a long happy marriage.  


Suga-

Originally posted by i-am-your-alibi

-wanted to write a song and ask you to marry him through the lyrics.

-spent literally day and night trying to work on the perfect song but he wasn’t satisfied with any of it. 

-you were getting worried and absolutely over thinking that he was spending so much time in the studio and not with you.

-you really began to think he was growing tired of you.

-it was now 2:30 am and yoongi was STILL in the studio while you were tossing and turning in bed. 

-”fuck this,” you said before getting up and getting ready to approach yoongi at the studio.

-once you made it and you knocked on the door, yoongi opened up and you immediately noticed how out of it and tired you look.

-his eyes met yours and he began to tear up.

-”FUCK.”

-”i’m just trying to make my proposal fucking perfect and I can’t even do that for you, damn it.”

-obviously the stress of asking you to marry him in the way you deserved was getting to him.

-holy fuck, you just realized he said “proposal”.

-”you want to marry me, min yoongi?…”

-he came and held you tightly to him, small tears running down both of your cheeks.

-”will you please?” he asked with his forehead pressed against yours while he reached into his pocket for the gorgeous ring he’d gotten you.

-it wasn’t exactly traditional but you were so happy you were proposed to by the love of your life.


J-Hope-

Originally posted by gotbangboys

 -scared. scared. SCARED.

-practiced how to ask you with yoongi.

-”this is so unexpected, oh my god YES!” yoongi teased.

-”hyung stop playing, I really love her! She has to say yes…”

-”she will, just go ask her.”

-didn’t want a crazy proposal, just wanted to keep it intimate and personal between the two of you.

-legit proposed to you once you answered the door for him.

-didn’t say a word, just got onto his knee, busted out the beautiful ring and stared at you with nothing but nervousness in his eyes.

-you gasped and seriously almost passed out from the shock.

-you screamed out “YES” before being attacked with Hoseok’s hugs and kisses.

-planning the wedding is gonna be HELLA fun.


Rap Mon-

Originally posted by jeonyween

-well thought out and fucking beautiful proposal.

-rented out your favorite restaurant so that it was just you two with your favorite food and music playing.

-you both were so entranced in interesting and fun conversation, it felt kind of like a first date.

-namjoon grew anxious and excited when it was time for dessert come out.

-(you bet your ass your ring was inside the chocolate cake you would be sharing.)

-although it both kind of made you cringe, you allowed namjoon to feed you the first bite of cake. 

-believe it or not, you got the ring in the first bite.

-once you pulled the gorgeous diamond ring out of your mouth, you looked over at a nervous/ unbelievably happy namjoon get onto his knee.

-he slowly reached out and helped place the ring onto your finger.

-tears filled your eyes as you looked at the gorgeous piece of jewelry and then at your gorgeous fiance.


Jimin-

Originally posted by kryssykook

-was at first so nervous and had no idea how to ask you.

-thought day and night of cute ideas on how to ask you.

-figured out the best way finally.

-blinded fold you at like 3 AM and took you to where your first met.

-a concert venue during a BTS performance.

-he helped you onto the stage where he first locked eyes with you while you were in the audience. 

-”open your blindfold, baby…”

-you see Jimin on his knee with the most beautiful ring you’ve ever laid eyes on his hand. 

“Y/N, there’s so many reasons on how and why I fell in lo-”

-he couldn’t finish due to your pouncing on him and knocking him down, passionately pressing your lips against his.

-you both had such an intense makeout session on the stage floor, when you pulled away you were both out of breath and slightly dazed.

-”yes.” you whispered against his lips before kissing him again.


V-

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

-seriously got a ring a week after you both started dating.

-ya’ll have been together for 3 years now and he wants more.

-decides to take you on a vacation and propose to you in a relaxed and loving setting, just the two of you.

-is sitting on the plane with you and watches as you stare out the plane window, feeling like he’s falling even more in love with you with each passing second.

-can’t even hold it in anymore.

-”please marry me,” he says to you while looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

-you turn around to see him reach into his pocket and pull out a velvet box.

-you couldn’t help but cry and nod your head yes and while Taehyung slipped the ring on your finger, promising to make you the happiest person in the world.


Jungkook-

Originally posted by apgujeon

-asked all of his hyungs how he should propose.

-he took namjoon’s “just ask how you’d like to be asked” advice.

-thought you deserved an unforgettable proposal so that’s exactly what he gave you.

-called you up on stage during an actual fucking concert and instantly became all giggly and smiley. 

-but super nervous on the inside.

-once you came up on stage, he wasted no time and decided to just do it.

-you hadn’t even fully made it onto the stage when he got onto one knee in front of your direction.

-the cheers from the crowd outweighed the very soft but inevitable boos.

-the boys stood back and watched with happiness and proudness in their eyes.

-you covered your face with your hands while Jungkook put the microphone down and asked you loudly due to the intense cheers.

-you simply nodded yes, too emotional to say or do anything else before he jumped up and picked you up by your waist, kissing you hard and already planning your married life.

tvvinyard  asked:

Maggie! my #1 question of all time: how do you write things in a way that's so colorful and living and *real*? in the raven boys where blue notices a pair of boxers still folded into some jeans, I was so blown away. I know it's a tiny detail, but it was so significant to me. those tiny little details are what set TRC apart from any series i've ever read- it's the scene I remind myself of when I write, and it's something I can't figure out how to master. tips? comments? concerns? gimme ur secrets

Dear tvvinyard,

Why thank you.

As a reader, my favorite kinds of books are those that strike me as cunning and curious mirrors of the real world. I like nothing better than reading a line in a novel and thinking — yes! that is just exactly how that feels/ looks/ tastes! It’s like a currency. The more the author throws tiny truths like that out upon the page, the more willing I am to invest myself in everything else.

Because it’s something I like to do as a reader, it’s also something I try to do as a writer. There’s that old wisdom that you should write the books you would like to read, after all. 

It’s hard, though, because it requires both good observation of the world and a willingness to consider how the reader is feeling at all moments. Take the boxers in the jeans moment, for instance. I knew what I was trying to paint: that feeling of being an outsider among friends who know each other well, and also that feeling of being a teen girl among a stereotypical pack of boys. To do that, I had to think back on what kind of moments would make someone feel that way, then I had to scour through my observation of life to see if I could find a real-life example, and then I had to try to double check my instincts to make sure that whatever moment or behavior I’d observed was universal enough to have a good effect on the reader. 

Boxers tucked into jeans does a lot of lifting, I think. It’s the classic oh-god-underwear-has-touched-your-privates situation, for starters, and the tucked inside the jeans indicates a sort of familiarity among the inhabitants of the room: whoever removed those jeans had no problem stripping and leaving the stuff right there. 

tl;dr underwear does a lot of work.

urs,

Stiefvater

5-10-17

Aries: Picture frames deserve to have things in them. That is their purpose in life.
Why are you denying them this?
What did they ever do to you?
Let them out of the closet.

Taurus: Life goes on. Then we die. Maybe it starts over again.
It’s a nice thought - being reborn into infinity. A creature untouched.

Gemini: Brush up on your ancient history. Scythian, specifically.

Cancer: It’s a little known fact that playing Led Zeppelin will attract moths. Do with this information what you will.

Leo: This is nothing new. You’ve dealt with far worse.
That doesn’t make it any easier, but there is some measure of hope in knowing you can survive it.

Virgo: Oh, what a tangled web we weave … we’re pretty sure that’s not supposed to look like that. You should practice your knitting more. Maybe check the pattern?

Libra: No one is perfect. It’s okay, little one. It’s okay.

Scorpio: You got here through sheer bull-headed, stubborn willpower. This is exactly how you get out, too. Break what needs to be broken.

Sagittarius: Stop thinking with your dipstick, Jimmy.

Capricorn: Hope and Molotov Cocktails, when mixed in equal measure, bring change.

Aquarius: Find the one who came before you. Touch their face gently and sing them a lullaby. Tell them it wasn’t their fault - They did the best they could.

Pisces: Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Worry about the rope burn later. It will heal. Hold on.

The Heart - Roman Godfrey

(Nerd!Reader X Roman Godfrey)

You tutor Roman Godfrey in Anatomy, the Cardiovascular System to be exact.

A/N : This is one of my first tries when writing for Roman so I’m going to say sorry in advance! Give me some time to master writing for him! Enjoy!

Originally posted by iamfire355

Hemlock Grove High School was unwelcoming to say the least. Despite having lived in the sleepy town for all of your life, you couldn’t help but feel apart from your peers. While they gossiped, you were studying. While they went out with their friends, you were home alone. One thing that came from this was your good grades. You were soon recommended to be a tutor.

Hardly anyone ever came up to the Peer Tutoring lab. If they did, they would seek help from someone more affable, approachable instead of yourself. It didn’t matter how smart you were, your personality off put so many people, they refused to get the help they truly needed. Part of you liked it that way; you had grown used to the cold shoulders after a few years. However, deep down, it hurt you.

It hurt that no one wanted to talk to you, ask you a question about the Algebra homework or number forty-five on that History assignment. It hurt that, while you sat alone at a table, all the other tutors were explaining to their friends what the difference between a covalent and an ionic bond were. So, instead of thinking about how much it hurt, you busied yourself with a book.

You were already in deep within the pages when the rapping of knuckles against the table frightened you. You looked up and your eyes locked with none other than Roman Godfrey. You had known him since grade school, liked him since grade six. So of course it was him that came up to you. The boy offered you a soft smile, as if in apology; but Roman never apologizes.

“I need help with something,” he said coldly, “you’re a tutor right?” You nodded, peering at him as you closed your book.

“You care about your grades?” You countered, without missing a beat. Roman actually smiled, taking the seat next to you at your empty table.

“I need to pass,” he said, “my mom’s been riding my ass all week about it.” He reached down into his bag, pulling out a binder. His lips were pursed as he moved, his jaw tight with agitation. He flopped the binder on the table with a smacking sound that drew the attention of people in the room.

“Anatomy,” you said, opening the binder. “You’re covering the body systems…” Roman only nodded, watching you as you looked over his notes. You suppressed a smile as your eyes skimmed over his handwriting. It was fanciful, not the childish font most males scribbled in. Little sketches also caught your attention. A wolf’s face and a few snakes littered the margins on his notebook.

“We have a test soon,” Roman said, bringing your eyes to meet his own. “On the Cardiovascular system, I think. I’m not good with-”

“The heart? Does blood make you queasy?” You asked, leaning over the binder. Roman scoffed at your words, rolling his eyes. You noticed the quirking of his lips a little, making your heart flutter. He looked good when he smiled.

“You ask a lot of questions,” he said blatantly. While his original annoyance lingered in his expression, mischief glimmered in his eyes too.  

“I don’t see many people asking me for help,” you explained.

“Maybe ‘cause you ask so many questions,” Roman said, the hints of a grin forming on his lips. You had heard about those lips. Girls of Hemlock High raved about the magic Roman Godfrey could work. You yourself had wondered, but never dared to entertain the thoughts of him any further. If you did, you wouldn’t be able to focus.

“I can help you,” you said, flipping through his notebook to find the notes on the heart. When you found the pages, you looked back up at Roman whose gaze was glued on you. You swallowed hard under his gaze, shifting in your seat. It wasn’t just his lips, it was his eyes. You felt your heartbeat start to quicken as you mentally cursed yourself.  

“So-uh, where should we begin? The circulatory system?” You asked, clearing your throat. When Roman didn’t respond, you looked up at him.

“I was thinking, maybe the inner workings of the heart.” You nearly melted at the tone of his voice. The heart, of course. His green eyes were bright, a full grin on his face now. He knew exactly what he was doing. You felt a red-hot blush creep onto your features and you knew it would be a long study session.


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Love Me Back - Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N is Peter’s best friend and she’s in love with him (CLICHE I KNOW), however he’s in love with someone else.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2000 exactly!

A/N: This is kinda sucky not gonna lie, but we’ll see. I’m trying to improve on setting scenes and stuff. I think I’m decent at writing emotions, but not on describing them in detail… (also posting from mobile!!) ANYWAY I had fun writing the end and I hope you enjoy!!

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The bell had just rung for first period was Peter walked up to you. “Hey Pete.”

“Hey Y/N. Did you hear about Liz?” His face lit up whenever he spoke about Liz, but you always ignored it. You were too focused on him in general; You were in love with the boy.

“No, did something happen?” You frowned.

“Nah, she’s just having a party and she invited me, you, Ned and Michelle.”

“You know she doesn’t like to
be called Michelle, it’s MJ now.”
“She’ll always be Michelle whether she likes it or not.” He said with a smirk on his face. You could feel your heart pounding and the butterflies in your stomach whenever you were with him. Everything Peter did could make you melt…

“I don’t think I’m gonna go to the party… It’s just-”

“Not your thing?” MJ interrupted. “Even I’m going, Y/N. You have to!”

She leaned in to you. “Peter told me he’s gonna confess to Liz tonight, you have to!”

You shook your head. “Sorry Pete, I’ll have to think about it. MJ, we should get to French class.”

“Bye Y/N, Bye Michelle.” He emphasized Michelle, and she narrowed her eyes.

“It’s MJ!”

As you two got farther away from Peter, you began interrogating her. “How did you find this out… And why is he?”

“He told me after Liz invited us, and I’m not sure why exactly… But like I said before, you should go because it might be your last chance.”

“I hate parties.” You let out a sigh. Peter had been head over heels in love with Liz since seventh grade. It was annoying at first, but now it just hurt you, because you were head over heels in love with him. “However, if tonight’s the night then…”

“Yes! You’re finally gonna do it!” MJ almost yelled.

“Shhh, keep your voice down MJ.” You laughed.

You walked into Liz’s party wearing more make-up than normal, a tight black dress, and heels that really made your legs look nice. You obviously looked good on purpose; tonight was going to be your night. The loud atmosphere was suffocating and hot, which was reason number one why you hated parties. Flash Thompson was yelling “Penis Parker”, and you could see Peter with Ned in the corner. He looked annoyed with Flash, but then he locked eyes with you. Your heart fluttered, and you gave Peter a small wave. He was just starting to walk towards you when MJ appeared almost out of no-where.

“You came. I kinda wish I didn’t come now, though.” She looked around.

You leaned in and whispered, “Nice cock-block, Peter was just walking over to me!”

You leaned over her shoulder to look for Peter. You had to tell him how you felt tonight, otherwise you might lose him to Liz.

“Why don’t we do something for awhile… Like, hide from all of these people?”

“Michelle, we’ll be fine!” You laughed. “But if-” You began, only to be interrupted…

“Damn Y/N, you look really good tonight!” Flash said towards you. He scanned your body and gave you a grin. He always hit on you at school, but right now was a new experience. “Do you think you wanna maybe dance with me tonight?”
You rolled your eyes at him.

“I reject you at school, and I’ll reject you here too, Flash. No, please leave us alone…”

Flash left you alone for the rest of the night, but you got some more attention from some asshole seniors. You thought it was funny how once you showed off your curves, they were suddenly interested in you.

You had lost MJ awhile back, so you were alone in a crowd of people. You were squeezing your way in between bodies when your arm was grabbed. It was Liz. She pulled you towards a group, which consisted of MJ, Ned, a guy from your English class, and Peter. When you joined the group, all eyes turned to you.

“Y/N, I was looking for you!” MJ said impatiently.

“Sorry, I got caught up with Flash again. He won’t leave me alone…”

Peter laughed. “Well if you hadn’t dressed like that-”

“Excuse me? God forbid I wanted to look nice, Peter.”

He didn’t say anything to you after that. The conversation was carried on in the group, and you wish you’d paid attention to Liz and Peter… The way they looked at eachother you should’ve known something was up, but you were oblivious and the night continued on.

The group eventually dispersed, and you had gone to the bathroom to take a break. It’d been a long night, so you decided to leave. You were on your way out when someone outside caught your eye. It was Peter.

Cold licked at your face and crept under your clothes as you pushed open the glass door. You saw Peter looking up at the stars, and you contemplated for a moment if this moment could be anymore perfect. When the door behind you shut, Peter’s head snapped to you, and you could see the corners of his mouth slide upwards. The moonlight spilled onto his chest and shoulders.

You stepped towards Peter, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. This was going to be your moment, you just felt it. You stood next to him, watching as he stared at the stars.

“The stars really are something, aren’t they?” He said, with his eyes still on the stars.
“Yes, they are. My mom always said stars were like angels, that they watch over you in the darkest of times.”

“That’s weird but cute…” His eyebrows furrowed.

You let out a small laugh. “My mom always was kind of a hippie… Oh, by the way, I didn’t appreciate what you said about my outfit earlier!”

He frowned. “What? It’s true. You can’t come here looking-”

“I can do whatever the hell I want! And I actually wanted to look good for once…” Your voice faltered.

“Okay, fine, I’m sorry. You do look really good if it makes you feel any better.” You could feel your cheeks turn pink, but you were thankful your blush was concealed by the darkness of the night.

“So, what are you doing out here? Isn’t it a little cold?” He spoke as he wrapped the jacket he was wearing a few seconds ago around you.
“As Elsa once said, ‘The cold never bothered me anyway.’” You said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “But I really don’t like parties. It was just too many people… And I was kind of looking for you.”

“Me?” He questioned.

“Yeah, it’s just…” You took in a sharp breath of the icy air. “This is really hard for me to admit, Pete, but I guess… I like you?”

“Y/N…” He began.

“You know, like-like? Okay that sounds really immature I guess the term would be love-” You were rambling before he interrupted you.

“I-I thought MJ or Liz would’ve told you by now…” Peter broke his gaze from you, looking at the ground now. His tone sounded sympathetic, and you felt your heart drop. You bit your lip trying to stop any tears, because now you knew he wasn’t going to tell you he loved you back. “Liz and I, we’ve kinda been a thing… But I guess now we’re official.”

Tears slowly poured out of your eyes as you shut them. “Yeah, of course… Well I’m sorry this is awkward. Now I feel like an idiot.”

You could feel his eyes once again on you. “Y/N, you shouldn’t… You’re an amazing girl and one of my best friends! Any guy would be lucky to have you!”

“Peter, just don’t. Don’t give me that speech. Fuck that.” You exhaled, and wiped your cheeks. You couldn’t look him in the eyes.“Do me a favor and don’t tell anyone about this. It’s extremely embarrassing. Goodbye, Peter.” You turned on your heel and began to walk away when he grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, you don’t have to leave. Liz and I were just gonna start a game of truth or dare!”

“Are you kidding me right now?” You looked
up at him now, aware that your nose was probably red and your cheeks stained. “I just told you I love you and you want me to play games with you and your girlfriend? Don’t you realize how much this hurts me!”

Peter stared back at you, not knowing what to say. “Peter… I don’t think we can really be friends anymore…”

“Come on, don’t say that… It’s been you and me since 6th grade.”

“That’s thing! It’s been you and me since 6th grade, and you’ve still never caught on that I like you, asshole!” You knew it wasn’t his fault he didn’t love you back it was just a fact of life. “I’m sorry… Goodbye, Peter.” You turned on your heel, and started walking away when he grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N, I’m not gonna let you leave” You didn’t turn around, but instead squeezed your eyes shut and jerked your hand away. You peeled his jacket off of your shoulders, allowing it to fall on the ground. You weren’t going to stay here, you weren’t even going to go back into the house. You snuck out the side gate unnoticed, which you were thankful for.

On the dark and lonely walk home, you let the sobs escape and the tears to fall on the ground. You felt like your heart had just been stepped on, and you never would wish this type of heartbreak on your worst enemy.

The worst part of it all was you found away to blame yourself. Maybe if you’d been smarter or prettier like Liz, he would’ve looked at you more than a friend. Maybe if you’d admitted your feelings for him earlier, he would’ve felt the same way. Now it was too late, and felt as if you’d never fall in love again.

Your phone was buzzing and ringing non-stop in your purse, but you just ignored everything. You knew it was gonna be MJ and Peter, maybe even Ned.

You got home an hour later with tear-stained cheeks, numb toes, and an aching heart.
You took out your phone, and the screen was filled up with phone calls and text messages from Ned, MJ, Peter, and even Flash. Flash was just asking you out again, though. You scrolled through some messages.

MJ💖: Hey, Peter told me what happened. Are you okay?

MJ💖: Let me know when you get home. I need to know you’re okay.

Pete😎: Y/N please pick up I need to talk to you

Pete😎: I’m sorry please

You just scrolled past Peter’s messages. You didn’t need him to break your heart anymore.

Ned👽: Y/N I’m really sorry about Peter. I hope we can still be friends!

Ned👽: MJ and I are really worried please text back as soon as you see this.

MJ💖: Y/N please tell me if you’re okay!!
You unlocked your phone and replied to MJ:

I’m not really okay, but I’m home safe.

You went and sat down on your bed, and let the sobs rack your body. You’re parents were out of town for the week, and you were thankful for the solitude. An hour later, you were laying in bed in nothing but a big Star Wars shirt. Your cheeks were as wet as the pavement outside from the rain. You knew you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.

Your thought were interrupted by a tap on the window. You jumped out of bed in fear, because who’d tap on an apartment window three stories up at this ungodly hour? You quickly turned your light on to see a man in red and blue.

You slowly crept over to the window, and slid it up, allowing the frigid air into your room. You couldn’t believe the person before your eyes…

“Spider-Man?” You said almost in a whisper.

S.M.A.R.T Goals for low willpower

Re: the ask about having trouble following through on goals - the best trick I’ve learned for that is the SMART goals method:

Specific - pick an actual action, not just a concept.
Measurable - make sure it’s something you can track: x times per week, not just ‘more’.
Attainable - make sure it’s something you know you have the time and energy to do - don’t set your bar too high or you’ll discourage yourself.
Relevant - make sure it’s clearly related to the end result you’re trying to achieve.
Timely - pick a time frame, like ‘until the end of this month’ or ‘until the end of the semester’, so there’s a clear point to aim for.

A goal like “Get fit”, like in that ask, is much too big. What does that even mean? How do you do that? That sounds hard. It’s too overwhelming for someone with executive function problems to actually implement that in a meaningful way. Instead, you break it down. My SMART goal looked like this:

DESIRED RESULT: Get Fit
SMART GOAL: Work out at least 3x/week for the next month - once per muscle group

Lo and behold, that was about a million times easier than a generic “I should work out more” that I’ll immediately forget about it. You know exactly what you need to do, and you know you “only” need to do it until the end of the month - not some vague future horizon that your brain can’t properly conceive of; ADHD is too nearsighted for that, so you have to focus a little closer. "Just one more week and I’ll have done it! I can do one more week, I can’t give up now!“

I wrote out a little checklist for each week of the month, with 1 check every time I worked out; and bam, I actually managed to do it - and 4-5 months later am still doing it, which is longer than I’ve ever managed to keep up a workout routine in my entire 25 years of life. Once you’ve achieved that 1st month’s goal, you can also step it up with additional goals, like “This month, I’ll work out 3x a week AND make a healthy lunch at least 2x a week instead of eating at the food court”. I now lay out a series of SMART goals at the beginning of every month so I always have something to shoot for.

Obviously everyone’s mileage will vary and each person needs to figure out what will be 'attainable’ for them - maybe your first goal will be working out once a week, or walking home from work instead of driving or taking the bus - but I’ve found this structure really helpful for getting myself to follow through, and it’s made my life a lot easier!


This is a fantastic method to systematically do what I suggested in that post. Thank you!

-J

Song Review: Taylor Swift’s ‘Look What You Made Me Do’

By: Chris Willman for Variety
Date: August 25th 2017

Well, it’s not just the lipstick that got darker. Taylor Swift sounds like she is never, ever getting back together with her old ingénue image in “Look What You Made Me Do,” the first piece of fresh solo music she’s released since 2014. This is hardly Swift’s first time playing defense in song, but the tone of the tune is intended to get you thinking the bad blood she sang about three years ago has seeped a little deeper into her bone marrow. For these three-and-a-half minutes, at least, she’s an even badder Type A.

This introductory track from her upcoming “reputation” album (due out Nov. 10; the small R is hers) feels like the un-celebratory flip side to the previous album’s leadoff single, “Shake It Off.” The catharsis and playfulness are a little harder to pick out in this one, though they’re there, if you listen hard enough, amid some textures and lyrics that sound a little on the grim side on first listen, and maybe second or third play, too. “I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time,” she sings, in case anyone is still imagining her with that 2006 curl in her hair.

But if you’re au courant enough on all things Taylor to think that maybe those short clips of snakes she started posting the other day represented a desire for some skin-shedding, or that she really intended to send a signal when she wiped all her social media clean, Swift essentially confirms that with a spoken-word aside here: “I’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, because she’s dead!”

Actually, it’s not just that late interlude that’s spoken-word; it’s the entire chorus, which consists of the title phrase, slightly amended, repeated over and over, over a throbbing-bass rhythm, as if she and producer Jack Antonoff had designs on doing an electro-clash update of the boom-car classic “Supersonic.”  (It’s the writers of Right Said Fred’s “I’m Too Sexy” who get a co-writing credit for a perceived similarity, though.) It’s part of the cleverness of the song that the tune’s pre-chorus seems to be building up to something big, only to drop into something so flatly stated, steely-eyed, and subwoofer-based. Whatever grander hooks she has in store (and based on past experience, you’d have to imagine there will be plenty on “reputation”) will have to wait until after this alluringly scowling teaser trailer of a single.

Who’s it about? Given how little of Swift’s previous work belongs in the fiction category, it’s a reasonable question, and one that’ll probably break certain sections of the Internet for at least the next few days. “How you laugh when you lie / You said the gun was mine” could be about a certain celebrity ex who publicly cast blame on her for a breakup, or about a certain perennial sparrer who leaked her phone calls to the world. Maybe the net should be cast wider, to a whole world of haters, as Swift sings about karma and adds, distressingly: “I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me.” That’s plasma, not tears, on her (MIA) guitar.

But it’s not exactly a victim song. “Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time” is the ultimate I-eat-feuders-like-you-for-breakfast line. And it’s a sign that, besides undoubtedly being legitimately angry, she’s still having a bit of fun here. “Look What You Made Her Do” makes the superstar sound like a tougher chick than the tougher chick we were already getting to know, but there’s also the undeniable element of Swift being a girl who just wants to have fun… the fun, that is, of playing around with her own fury.

10

Every room resets. Remember I told you that? Every room reverts to its original condition. Logically, the teleporter should do the same. Teleporter. Fancy word. Just like 3D printers, really, except they break down living matter and information, and transmit it. All you have to do is add energy. The room has reset, returned to its original condition when I arrived. That means there’s a copy of me still in the hard drive. Me, exactly as I was, when I first got here, seven thousand years ago. All I have to find is some energy. And all you need for energy is something to burn.

How long can I keep doing this, Clara? Burning the old me, to make a new one?

Heaven Sent, my favourite Capaldi Era episode as requested by @lullapiee​.

Overcoming the Writing Slump

Lately, I’ve gotten a number of similar questions all kind of centered around “The Writing Slump.” The Writing Slump is not exactly the same of writer’s block. Writer’s block means you can’t write and aren’t writing. 

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Dean/Cas: Follow You

Detective AU, 4.8K.

Dean wishes he could look you in the eye and say, “No, I’m not in love with my best friend,” but unfortunately, his Mama raised him right and that would be acting against his conscience. Of course, he’s not about to tell the world about his feelings either, so instead he settles for something in-between, namely pretending like everything is fine.

A strategy that’s sort of failing him right now.

‘I can do this,’ he thinks to himself as he sets down his duffel on the coffee table. He reaches for the badge that’s clipped to his belt, runs his fingers over its face to provide a reminder. ‘I’m a professional. I’m a professional.’

“Dean,” comes a voice from the doorway, followed by footsteps muffled by the carpet. “Let’s get the equipment set up first. Captain wants an update within the hour.”

“Sounds good to me,” Dean says a little too upbeat, mostly in an ironic attempt to sound normal. God, it’s been five minutes and he’s already screwing up. He has no idea how he’ll last four days. “So, we’ve got, um, binoculars, night vision goggles- Hey, d’you have the computer? I don’t see it in here.”

“Yup,” Cas lifts his bag, arm flexing in all kinds of stupid hot ways. Dean clears his throat and has to look away, focus his attention on their gear instead.

“How should we do this?” he asks eventually, unfolding a tripod to place by the window. “Maybe both of us on watch till nine o’clock, then take turns for eight-hour shifts?”

“Works for me,” Cas fetches the camera and walks around the sofa to stand beside Dean. The clean, subtle scent of his aftershave makes Dean want to bury his face in his neck.

Exactly the opposite of professional.

“You ever done a stakeout this long?” Dean asks, taking the camera from Cas to secure on the tripod. He and Cas have been partners for almost three years, their longest stakeouts twelve hours at the most.

“Yeah, six days at my old precinct.” Cas laughs at the memory. “We were ready to chew each other’s head off by the end of it, but then the circumstances weren’t as pleasant.” He waves at their general surroundings and Dean grins, nudging Cas’ shoulder.

“It wasn’t a boutique hotel like this one?”

“No, it was a condemned hotel, actually.” Cas smiles and opens the laptop, booting it up and watching the screen. “But I also meant the company,” he adds more quietly. “The company is better this time.”

[read the full fic on ao3]

Pumpkin Carving Sentence Starters

“Careful with that knife!”
“Let’s draw the faces first this time, okay?”
“Can I get a new pumpkin…? I messed up.”
“No you can’t get a new one! That’s your third pumpkin!”
“Don’t use a marker this time.”
“Okay, now be careful with the knife.”
“You know what? I’ll use the knife. Give it here.”
“Whoa. How’d you cut that in a perfect circle?”
“Okay, don’t forget to put gloves on first.”
“I don’t need gloves for this!”
“Ew, god, I hate this smell.”
“This makes me want a Pumpkin Spice latte, actually.”
“We’re going to keep the seeds to cook with later, right?”
“This always feels so gross…”
“Not now! I’m disemboweling this pumpkin!”
“I can never follow the lines exactly…”
“Wow! You’re weirdly good at this.”
“Don’t worry, it never looks like the pictures.”
“How do people on Pinterest do this?!”
“Oh no! Its face is caving in!”
“I think I need another pumpkin…”
“You pumpkin looks very spooky!”
“How did you do that?! It looks amazing!”
“What is yours supposed to be a face of?”
“Okay, let’s put the candles in and we should be all done!”
“Oh – oh god, your pumpkin’s on fire!”

BTS Reaction ;; when you’re whiny

Me too, anon! Me too! 

Sorry it took me so long to do this request, hope you enjoy in it!

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Jin

Jin found you incredibly adorable in those moments. He had to restrain himself from purposefully pushing you to the edge but he couldn’t help but indulge in those moments. When your bodies were intertwined, and neither of you knew your start nor end; with breathing stretching through the silence of the room, and he truly felt content with just holding you closer to his being—when just moments prior you were a whining mess.

You whined just to get here, to snake your arms around him, to pretend that you could hold onto him for an eternity. You longed for this unexplainable scene with your emotions threatening to burst. He was humming lightly, to whatever tune that invaded his mind, and he left a kiss to your forehead, smiling afterwards, “You’re so cute, darling. I should get you whiny more often…”

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Yoongi

Your boyfriend could be just as whiny about sleep as you were but you both had horrible, exhausting schedules that couldn’t just be moved. You always tried keeping your composure around Yoongi, knowing well that he had to have it more rough with all the hours he went on without sleep—just, today wasn’t a day on which you could hold back. The moment you both were in the same room that had a bed, you dragged him to the comforts of the blankets, displeasure crossing your features.

“It’s enough, Yoongi. The world  is enough, work is enough, everything is enough. I’m done. You’re done. Sleep. Please. Please,” you kept on murmuring words as you both got comfortable enough underneath the warmth of the bed. Yoongi was looking at you with the biggest smile on his face, albeit tired. He didn’t say a thing as you kept on ranting, he only shut you up with his lips against yours, and his arms squeezing you closer to him.

“Me too, baby, me too.”

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Hoseok

Hoseok saw it coming from the moment you weren’t enjoying the night out. It wasn’t that it was bad or that you didn’t want to spend time with him, rather the people were too loud and the place was too loud. He noticed how you were suppressing yawns, and the subtle remarks you would make about how it’d be nice to have a movie night or so after this. He also noticed the way your eyes glistened in agonizing anticipation. It was obvious how much you wanted some rest.

Hoseok didn’t waste a second with that newfound realization, almost instantly getting the two of you in the comfort of your house. You felt infinitely grateful to him, immediately hugging him the moment you were both out of the public’s eyes—but you wouldn’t let go, not really. “Hobi.~” You drawled, voice muffled as it was buried in the crook of his neck, “Hobi, I don’t wanna let go. Don’t make me let go. Let’s just go cuddle and sleep like this.”

“Aish, (Y/n)!” He protested but still had a smile stretching over his lips, “We can’t sleep in our clothes, come on,”  he manages to, somehow, get to the bedroom with clutching you in his arms (more like the other way around). You refused to comply, which led to the both of you lying in the bed still dressed from the night’s events. “I promise, we’ll change…later. I just need a moment with my lovely boyfriend.”

He couldn’t say no.

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Namjoon

It was late at night, though you refused to go underneath the covers without Namjoon. Spending a night with him was already so rare as he was constantly working, ideas infinitely pouring out of him. You enjoyed seeing him so passionate, you really did—but now was not a good time. You barely kept your eyes opened, growing tired of begging him to stop. You saw that he was just as tired, but he was doing this on purpose now as he could have ended his little inspiration streak hours ago.

“Namjoon, baby, please…” You practically slurred the words, draping your form over his. You gently tugged at him to try and make him stand up from that computer chair, but he wasn’t bugging. No, he chuckled at you. “Please, please, I miss you so much, come on…” You drawled, littering kisses all over his neck.

“I’m sorry, I just find you so cute when you’re this desperate for my attention,” he grins as he turns around in his chair, embracing you in his arms. You sigh in relief, clinging onto your boyfriend as if there was no tomorrow, “You big jerk. I’m gonna keep you in bed till late morning, okay? And I’m gonna cuddle you, and you’re gonna be paying extra attention to me.”

“I’d love nothing more.”

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Jimin

“Chim, I feel like I could drop dead and just sleep for the next seventy-two hours. Would that be socially acceptable? If I faked my own death, I could sleep for all eternity then. It doesn’t sound so bad. No, it’s even appealing,” you rambled, occasionally glancing at your boyfriend with the most serious look in your eyes. You were seated in the boys’ living room, specifically on the couch as you watched Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung play whatever video game Jin choose. Jimin laughed at you, shaking his head, “You’re not enjoying in this at all, hmm, love?”

“Oh, no, no, don’t get me wrong,” you heaved a sigh, crawling in his lap for better comfort, “I just feel really tired,” you said in a slightly higher pitch, “And I just wanna sleep. Can baby sleep?” You asked him sweetly, already yawning, “Can baby sleep with you?” To this, Jimin laughed as Taehyung groaned in the background, and an ‘ohmygod’ could be heard from Jin.

“Okay, okay,” he picked you up, and had it been any other day you would have complained about your weight, but you let him make the exit for you both.

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Taehyung

It was the middle of the day, hence Taehyung figured that it wouldn’t bother you that much if he teased you and annoyed you out of your sleepy state. Though, he had accidentally woken you up when you had fallen asleep at the couch in the boy’s dorm, inevitably making you extremely angry—yet you were far too sleepy to actually be angry or manage your emotions well which resulted in you actually crying.

“Tae..” You practically glared at him even though you were whining his name, “Why would you do that? I just wanted some sleep, a boyfriend to cuddle, maybe even do him a favor if he was nice to me, but what do I get?” You buried your face in your pillow in the meantime, your complaining muffled to Taehyung’s ears. He grinned sheepishly, immediately laying down next to you to try calming you down.

“I’m so sorry, sunshine,” he started, shushing you down, “I didn’t know, I promise! I swear, I’ll be a good boyfriend now and comply to your wishes.”

“You’re only saying that because the ‘favor’ piqued your interest.”

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Jungkook

You just weren’t having it—it was a tiring day, on the borderlines of being entitled a shitty one as well. All you wished to do was drop dead, preferably with your boyfriend, on the bed, underneath the covers, and if you were feeling spicy enough with hot chocolate and a nap afterwards. Though, midway into brewing the hot drink for the both of you, Jungkook wrapped his arms around your form, grinning with his front teeth on show. You instantly leaned into the warm embrace.

“Hey,” his tone seemed mischievous, “Are you up for a hangout? The guys want us over, maybe a movie, a few rounds of Mario Kart…” Obviously, the idea was appealing to Jungkook but you had to instantly reject it with a heavy sigh. What you should have expected is for Jungkook to question why when you exactly didn’t want to explain yourself. The thin thread broke, and tears started pooling in your eyes.

“I just want to sleep, and do nothing with my life. Please, Jungkook,” you whined, hugging the male closely to hide your tear stained face in the crook of his neck. He immediately hugged you back just as tightly, “I’m so sorry, shit. Okay, okay, yeah, let’s stay in then, alright? I’m gonna cuddle you until you feel better, how about that, mm?”

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