old-diagrams

Study tip: Draw diagrams to visualise difficult concepts.

Anyone in my biology class knows that I am seriously struggling with the concept of osmoregulation. To help me understand it a little better (because I seriously have no idea what the flipping heck it is), I decided to draw up a diagram, which is something I do whenever I don’t understand something so that it’s easier to visualise. But it can never be any old diagram - I always have to make it a little pretty. Also, I know I can’t draw fish, but let’s keep the attention on the fact that I now understand why freshwater fish diffuse salt into their environment. Now to draw diagrams for every other dot point in the biology syllabus!

fucking--gorgeous  asked:

Could you give some tips on chapter pacing? Specifically, I'm wondering if it's too confusing to have chapters pick up immediately or very shortly after the last left off. (I'm writing YA and really doubt anybody wants 12k word chapters, but of course I don't want my readers to get lost.)

There’s a few different ways to handle pacing. Personally, I’ve put my own twist on the scene/sequel method. Google “scene sequel”, read through a bunch of those results, and see what speaks to you.

Since I struggle with pacing, I came up with my own hack because 

  1. I don’t write in order, and, 
  2. I hate writing formal outlines.

It’s a combo of scene/sequel and good old plot diagram because overstuffed chapters are a symptom of an overstuffed plot for me. I’m going to use my screenplay as an example because it’s what I’m working on, but this also works for novels and short stories.

First, think about how many pages or words you want your piece to have. It’s a little different for every genre, so use what’s appropriate for your story. In my case, I wanted my script to be 94 pages, so I made three folders for the beginning, middle and end, and included a target page count.

Yes, those numbers add up to 101 pages, but Scrivener adds a lot of white space it removed when it compiles screenplays so I accounted for that.

Next, I knew my inciting event should happen within the first 5 pages and the midpoint would have to be around page 47, and so I put little flags in to represent them.

If you’re writing a story, you might want to break down that first chapter a bit more so you can know you need to hit the inciting event by say, page 4.

With those guidelines in place, I write. When I want to check my progress, I select the pages and look at the page count in the bottom, using the flags as the measuring stick.

If you don’t use Scrivener, you can do something similar in your word processor of choice. Make a bit of text like ===END STARTS HERE Page 120=== or ===MIDPOINT STARTS HERE 75=== OR using headings/styles if you’re comfortable with those. Whatever you choose, be consistent! When you want to check where you are, “find” (command or control F depending if you’re on Mac or PC) the ===, and it’ll take you to that page.

Page count would likely be easier if you’re using this as a guide for your rough draft, but word count may be easier if you’re using this to generate your revised draft.

Don’t be afraid to experiment and see what works for you.

- Graphei

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Like Velvet and Leather

Molly hiked the strap of her bag up higher on her shoulder. The contemptible thing had been nothing but annoying since she left the hospital. She should have just taken a taxi, but then again she hadn’t known her favorite café would be closed.

Koffee With A K had been her place of choice since she had been in uni. It had been one of those kitschy shops that tried too hard to be ironic. They hosted poetry readings filled with the worst writers in England. Offered coffee with names like Winter Lodge White Chocolate Mocha Snowstorm. And played the latest in new age music. It was overdone and over the top, and she loved it. Unfortunately when she had gone to get her customary cup of Alpine Ginger Mountain, she had found the doors locked.

She was presented with a problem. She was, in no small way, addicted to caffeine. She had just pulled a double shift at the hospital, and needed a cup of coffee about as much as she needed air. She had stood in front of the shop for several minutes trying to figure out what she would do. There were of course several popular franchises stuck on every corner, but the last time she visited one she cringed at the price and taste. She was close to despair when she remembered seeing a little café tucked away some blocks down.

She had taken off without delay, ending up at the heavy old door panting and wishing that she actually drove. Regulating her breath, she looked up before her. The door was painted black with a simple sign of gold numbers. It looked for all the world like someone’s home, but the sandwich board on the sidewalk said otherwise. Slowly she entered the shop.

221 was the sort of place that movie hipsters spent their day. Inside was dark, the walls covered in Victorian patterned paper. Shadowboxes hung throughout the place, displaying various insects as well as old medical instruments. Bookshelves towered over the patrons, filled to the brim with worn, heavy volumes. What couldn’t fit on the overfilled shelves were stacked up in precarious piles, some on tables and others on the floor. Soft jazz played throughout the café, but was only loud enough to hear without straining.

Molly quickly made her way to one of the corners, settling herself down into the black leather chair. She blinked when she noticed the pictures on the wall beside her. Diagrams of old medical practices were placed besides framed sketches of Victorian medical tools. Scattered about these were several Victorian post-mortem photos. The one closest to her of a husband with his dear wife.

The café was far from the sort of place she normally went. The entire theme seemed to be Victorian Macabre, and she loved it. She was sure if any of her friends were with her they would be bolting for the doors. None of them had ever understood her interest in death and the seemingly morbid. And this place fit the bill perfectly.

She was just pulling off her scarf when a cup of coffee was set down on the table before her.

“Oh, um I haven’t ordered yet.” Molly looked up from the fine boned hands placing the cup and into the eyes of the man beside her. He was tall, thin, and had a head full of curly hair. She swallowed hard, the man was the definition of male beauty.

“You don’t order here.” The man gave a swift nod of his head.

Molly just blinked at him. She was about to reply when she finally noticed that nowhere in the café was there a board or menu. She looked down at the steaming coffee and back at the man.

“I assure you, you will enjoy it. Take a drink.” The man’s lips curved into a slow, sinful smile.

She picked up the cup, brought it to her lips, and slowly took a drink. The liquid was hot, dark, and filled with spices. There was a thickness to it, but she was sure the coffee contained no cream. Instead it had been brewed until velvety smooth. She could make out hints of cinnamon and cloves, but many of the others alluded her. There was a heat that curled over her tongue, leaving it tingling as she swallowed. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan.

“What is this?” Another drink slipped into her mouth, trickling slowly past her tongue.

“It’s our Belstaff brew.” The man sat himself down into the other chair. “And I take it you like it?”

“It’s like sex.” Molly’s eyes flew open when she realized what she said. She had not meant to say that, not at all. Of course it was true. It was like the best sex she had ever had. Each sip was like velvet, leather, and silk. Like being tangled and tied. It was exhilarating and titillating. Her cheeks began to grow red as she imagined such things with the man in front of her. “Ahem, I mean, it is really good. Thank you.”

“Next time you’ll try the Belgravia brew. I believe you may find it… just as exciting.” The man’s eyes shot straight towards her lips, his tongue peeking out to sweep across his own.

Molly felt a knot clench tightly low in her belly and she thought quickly on something to dispel the tension currently growing between them.

“Not that the company isn’t nice, but won’t you get in trouble for sitting down on the job?”

“That is the great thing about being the owner, I rarely scold myself.”

Molly swallowed another drink of the coffee, keeping her eyes on anything but the man. All she had wanted was a cup of coffee before going home, she had not planned on sexy flirting men. It probably wouldn’t bother her so much, but she wasn’t exactly dressed for this. Her old khakis, pink blouse, and cherry cardigan were not what one would call seductive. Plus, she was sure the smell of death still lingered around her.

“I’m uh, I’m Molly by the way. Molly Hooper.” She gave a nod towards him, refusing to lend her hand for a shake. If he touched her when she felt as she did she was sure she would blow.

“Sherlock Holmes.” The man, Sherlock leaned forward in his chair. “It is nice to meet you, Molly Hooper.”

Molly just kept herself from choking when he spoke her name. If she thought the coffee was like velvet, well his voice surpassed that by a thousand.

The door to the café opened, admitting a smiling middle-aged couple. Sherlock stood, gave a quick nod to the new customers and turned back to Molly.

“I’ll have a slice of devil’s food prepared for you tomorrow.” Sherlock, wicked smile still in place, headed towards the counter.

“Why are you so sure I will be back?” Molly set her cup down, turning to look directly at the suit clad man.

He looked down at her, hair falling over one half of his face. “Because you want to know.”

“Know what?” She squirmed in her seat.

“How I did it. Now, drink up, Molly Hooper.” He winked at her, turned, and without another word headed back to the counter.

Damn. Molly ran her fingers over the handle of her cup. She was in so much trouble. She looked back to the man. Though, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

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Author’s Note: Prompt from @all-oftimenspace who asked for Coffeeshop AU. Hope ya like it Sugar, it kind of went a bit more sensual than I had planned.

Also, Koffee With a K, is actually this fake coffeshop I created for my business class. I had to come up with a commercial and promotion campaign for it. (thankfully only written out) I also had to create an entire budget for opening it. The full name of the shop is actually: Koffee with a K, the Pretentious Coffee. It was a joke between my Da and me.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

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THE COMET SEEKERS - Helen Sedgwick

Róisín and François first meet in the snowy white expanse of Antarctica. Their shared desire to explore the world has brought them here, but to do so both have left family and loved ones behind.

As we loop back through their lives, glimpsing each of them only when a comet is visible in the skies above, we see how their paths cross as they come closer and closer to this moment. Theirs are stories filled with love and hope and heartbreak, that show how strangers can be connected and ghosts can be real, and the world can be as lonely or as beautiful as the comets themselves.

The Bayeux Tapestry plays a significant part in the story so we felt embroidery was the perfect medium for our jacket design. We commissioned Chloe Giordano to create the artwork, and asked her to depict François and his mother beneath a sky full of celestial activity. The comets on the jacket are inspired by old astronomical diagrams, including Halley’s Comet which appears throughout the story.

Chloe kindly took photos of the embroidery throughout the process. You can see more of her beautiful work here

The Comet Seekers is published by Harvill Secker in August 2016

anonymous asked:

I want to hear the story of the not so charming tad darker thingy!

PRESENTING THE MAN IN THE WEB

Photoshop recreation of what he would have looked like ^

Concept art ^

SO who is this guy? Well according to many the man in the web was apart of the old spider web scene (The one before the 2007 redo of the mansion, it used to be where the endless stairs are now.) back when our mansion first opened. Some say he was never in our mansion, while others claim he was indeed apart of our mansion for a brief time. If he was he was a skeleton caught in a giant web facing guests. According to mansion legacy cast member Ginger (she worked there for both the opening of the Magic Kingdom and Epcot and remained at the mansion for over 30 years) the man in the web was indeed there at the beginning of the mansion. However only during cast previews.

 According to Ginger he was taken out of the mansion not cause he was too scary, but because much like a famous hat box ghost he didn’t look up to the standard of everything else. So he was removed sometime after, however when that after is remains a mystery. Could he have been there for guests briefly? No one knows. But he is very much a real thing, old diagrams and charts for the mansion show that his show scene was labeled 

Man in web. SO there you have it, our mansion does have something akin to ol hattie. We got a dead guy in a web  (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

anonymous asked:

hey! idk if you took it, but do you have any tips for AP chem? im in it right now n im Struggling. honors chem last year was fine but now.... i just dont know whats happening.

hi! oh gosh it’s been like over 10 years since I took ap Chem so i honestly don’t remember a single thing from that class… 

but with any class or subject that one is struggling to learn, i recommend finding different teaching/studying methods, such as youtube videos, online websites, old quizzes, flashcards, drawing diagrams, study help books, a tutor, study groups, etc. i remember when i was taking AP classes, the test prep books from Kaplan and related really helped to supplement what my teacher was teaching (or not teaching). 

sorry i can’t be of more immediate help :\ it’s just been a realllly long time, and since chemistry isn’t my field of expertise, i don’t know any really specific tips. 

if any of my followers have any helpful tips, please share!

eienniasobou  asked:

🙆🏻 - to give them a hug.

🙆🏻 - to give them a hug

Thrawn had been sitting down when he felt the girl softly wrap an arm around his own.

It had been a quiet night, and Emi had been visiting; Thrawn was deeply immersed in his research of old catalogues he’d recovered from District Epsilon, and his conversation with the child had been curt, uncomplicated. He’d shown her some of the pages; there were diagrams of old technologies, some fascinating artistic treatises, the dusty remnants of a world that had collapsed some long time ago…

…But such a thing could not hold a human child’s attention forever, especially in silence. Thrawn had settled Emi down with a cup of tea, and when he was satisfied that she was comfortable, he had returned to his research. It was then that he looked down to see her holding on to him, her face buried in his sleeve.

The Chiss was, for a moment, fascinated. With his red eyes, he could see the heat waves her body was giving off, the fluctuations of her heartbeat, the signatures of her veins. She was…warm. Filled with sentiment. What for? What about? Why did she feel compelled to hold onto him so…? Gently reaching out, Thrawn put his hand on her head, idly rubbing it back and forth.

The Grand Admiral knew how humans thought; however, he never even considered understanding them. He didn’t understand her. So he simply sat as she clung to him, his hand making idle circles on her scalp as night settled outside.

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Lay - 160210 ‘The Mystic Nine’ weibo update: “#老九门# 九门红红火火过新年,老十福利图包来拜年 。大年初三,二爷祭祀神明祖先,长保我九门众人健康安年。今日安睡迟起为宜,老十睡回笼觉去喽~ ”

Translation: “#The Mystic Nine# Nine doors flourishing to celebrate the new year; Old Ten’s welfare package diagram to wish everyone a happy New Year. Third day of the Chinese Lunar New Year; The Second Master is offering sacrifices to ancestor Gods, to watch over everyone’s health. Today it is okay to sleep in and wake up late; Old Ten is going back to sleep again~”

Credit: 老九门那些事.

vimeo

Probably the best BBC Knowledge Explainer about DNA ..

BBC Knowledge and Learning is exploring a wide variety of topics from social history to science in a series of three-minute online Explainer documentaries, and commissioned Territory (territorystudio.com) to produce an animated film on the subject of DNA.

As Will Samuel, lead designer and animator on the project explains, the approach taken wasn’t just to look into a scientific future. “We needed to find a graphic style to communicate the beauty and intricacy of DNA. We wanted to create nostalgia; taking the audience back to the days of textbook diagrams and old science documentaries, such as Carl Sagan’s COSMOS and IBM’s POWER OF TEN (1977). Using the double helix circular theme as a core design we focused on form, movement and colour to create a consistent flow to the animation, drawing on references from nature, illustrating how DNA is the core to everything around us.”

Three minutes is a short time to explore a subject where most doctorates only scratch the surface, so writer Andrew S. Walsh teamed up with molecular biologist Dr Matthew Adams to distil the script down to the most fundamental elements required to understand not only DNA’s form and function but how our understanding of these discoveries has affected the wider world. While this length may feel restrictive, the team found that this limitation acted as a lens, focusing the piece on the essentials.

The Explainer series is designed to intrigue and inform, encouraging those who discover the documentaries to further explore through links to additional information found on the BBC website.
(by Territory)

Triangulate (reylux fic)

Based on a prompt from lairofailiasfox: Ahem. I heard you said that you were still taking prompts *clears throat* College AU where Rey is a student of both Kylo and Hux and/or AU where Rey is the Empress (since she is the descendant of Palpatine) and Hux and Kylo serve her (in more ways than one ;) ). These probably aren’t the best ones I’ve come up with so far so please forgive me.

((got a little too invested whoops/also i have no idea what i am doing))

Two weeks ago, if you’d told Rey that Ben Solo gave the best head a girl could find in the lower 48, she’d have laughed at you. Ben Solo, her awkward, slightly eccentric Art History prof? Romanesque architecture enthusiast? That guy? Not likely.

It had been Hux’s fault, of course, for introducing them. They go way back, him and Rey. Freshman fall, so wide-eyed, so painfully, literally fresh. Hux, the unerring hand, the man who always knew precisely what he wanted. Who always got precisely what he wanted.

They’d sort of fallen into it, tongues peeking from between teeth, flushed, secret gazes in the banal fluorescent lighting of the Poli Sci lecture hall. First week, Hux was teaching her basic structures of democracy. Third week, he was teaching her how to take a cock, stifled groans in the shadows of an unused classroom. It was every fucking cliché in every piece of pulp fiction Rey had ever heard of, and she loved it.

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