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On this post I’d like to talk a little bit about the source of my inspiration.

I’m a huge fan of comic books, specially european comic books such as this one.

This comic book has been one of my favorite ones since I was twelve (I shouldn’t have read it when I was so young, because it has a lot of mature content, but, oh well,what’s done is done, right?)

I was re-reading it recently when I found myself thinking:

“Dude, I kind of ship Marco and Arminio!” (The two protagonists of this story.)

And now, you have to understand the situation I was in when I was reading this cominc book:

I wanted to write a book for some time now. I actually started one, but the things is, I didn’t actually plan anything, I just started to write and see how it went… I got up to 50,000 words when the plot just got out of control and I couldn’t keep up with it.

I was really depressed for a few months, and I don’t mean “depressed” I mean DEPRESSED, depressed as in… not eating, not getting out of the bed, not showering, not wanting to talk to anyone, I was heartbroken and I swear to god I haven’t felt so crappy in my life. I even played with the idea of just giving up on writing altogehter, and then I realized all the things I had done wrong. (thank you @jennamoreci for your videos xdddddd)

I didn’t make an outline, didn’t map the world, didn’t do character sheets…. It was doomed to fail from the start.

So, I put the story I wrote to rest and started again.

And then more drama, because I HAD to find the story I wanted to write….And I just COULDN’T find it, and then, depression came again like the good friend she is, and crapped all over me once again. YEY!

Let’s go back to the comic book:

So, I was re-reading this comic book and then I began to obsess over the ship (like I always do when something catches my eye) and I was playing with the idea of maybe doing a fanfiction or something but to be honest, there isn’t much of a fandom and besides, I didn’t want to write a fanfiction, I wanted to write a book… so I discarded the idea and went on with my life. 

Still, this comic book played a huge part in the story because:

1) my two main characters are male 

2) They’re fighters 

3) They have a relationship with eachother (In the case of my story it’s romantic, in the case of the comic book it’s platonical, they’re like brothers to one another) 

For months I kept searching and reading and studying things to see if I could maybe find that something, that made me go: “YES! THIS IS IT! FINALLY!” but it never came….

It wasn’t until I begun this book:

That I suddenly had that eureka moment. 

I was on the train on my way to work when suddenly it came to me! I swear it was like magic! I read one sentence of this book, one sentence that doesn’t even have to do anything with what I wanted to write and then suddenly. PAM! I FINALLY KNOW WHAT I WANT TO WRITE!

You can imagine how happy I was at that moment. I even screamed a little. (needless to say, the people around me thought I was crazy) 

I let the idea rest for a few days, trying to see if it was something that would die down… but it didn’t and a wave of ideas took over my brain, I wrote them all down and started to plot everything and setting the foundations in which I was going to build this story in. 

It was awesome.

Right now everything is bare bones but I finally have a story I want to tell.

I’m happy for the first time in what feels like years. I’m not trying to kid myself into thinking this is going to be easy. I know it’s not. But at least now I know I’m not alone…

Thank you for reading up to this point.

Love you tons.


shoutout to george, fred, and especially ron weasley for realizing that harry was stuck in abusive and unhealthy household and, in spite of the massive trouble they knew they could get in, taking immediate steps to personally see him removed from that environment, something no adult in harry’s life did.


- Time can be rewritten!
- Not those times, not one line… don`t you dare!


Phil Lester + Van Gogh icons

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Part 1/Part 2

Day One Hundred and Twelve

-I handed an adorable girl, scarcely one year old, a sticker. She was so overwhelmed by this gesture that she attempted to pay back my kindness in the only equivalent way she could imagine: she attempted to hand me the sticker back.

-A manager stopped by my lane on his way out of the store to discuss a podcast that we were both listening to. The sweet elderly woman I was ringing up asked if we were discussing a television show, and wanted all of the details. I then had to explain to this kind women, well into her seventies, how a radio drama about a brave man, a spiritually-flexible dwarf, and a Tex-Mex wizard made for good entertainment.

-A young girl demanded that her family walk through the grocery section so that she could feed her starving doll. I was grateful to see them oblige and take care of their daughter to the same extent that their daughter took care of her young ward.

-A church group left dozens of Easter eggs around the store, stuffed into merchandise and behind displays, each holding an advertisement for their upcoming service. Their use of our store for their own promotion without our consent was one thing, their leaving their litter throughout our store for us to clean up was another, but the final straw to me is that they did not even leave us chocolate for our troubles. It’s what Jesus would have wanted.

-As with most bad nights in softlines, I have made for myself a friend. A stray smiley stress toy and a stray single Spider-Man glove have combined to make a snuggly blue burrito of a friend. I have christened my son Leonardo and he has salvaged my night.


“Ugh….Quark! Do something to cheer him up! Sing or something?!”

“Yes my Council!”

Any tiny/microscope bots like Quark, Trepan, Rung, Perceptor and even Clicker can be viewed like Pearls in the Functionalist era since they look physically weak, aren’t that threatening and they fit in the socially acceptable class.  


“For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we’re finally home.” 
― Stephanie PerkinsAnna and the French Kiss

Happy Valentine’s Day, Mr and Mrs Who.

U know who in the west wing universe would be a r good president? That’s never really talked about regarding presidents? 

Donnatella Moss

Josh wants to be the guy the guy counts on–Well hello DC power couple. Donna, who absorbs info like a sponge, is just so damn competent and brilliant and smart and can grasp difficult concepts v easily and translate them into things that the average American can understand without losing the nuance of policy, like the cats and the Supreme Court.

And CJ said it herself :“Josh isn’t ever going to find an assistant better than you” CJ has worked in a myriad professional industries and made over 500k a year and is the goddamn US Press Secretary and for the fact that the deputy chief of staff will never find a better assistant than donna

Like……this isn’t some podunk law firm in the middle of nowhere this is the white house. A West Wing job. To say no one would be better means out of tens of thousands of people who would kill for that job would not be better than donna (honestly there’s even an episode addressing it being Josh Lyman’s assistant is better than getting a Master’s and Donna’s starting salary at that website was what she assumed the total budget would be. That’s how valuable pre-Santos era Donna is considered to be). She hears and she absorbs and she retains and she’s able to apply that information–remember when she knew the exact filibuster rule, with the Stackhouse ep?

And Donna can publicly speak–we’ve established with Leo (and plenty of other people) that some people just forget almost everything in front of a camera or a crowd, or in a debate type of setting, or just look bulldogish and antagonistic(can you say the plot of the pilot?). It just isn’t for everyone. But this is what Donna did, for two campaigns and even as Josh’s assistant. Remember when he sent her to North Dakota to deal with people who wanted to eliminate ‘north’ in ‘north dakota?’

Once she quits she gets almost as good as Josh in like a year and sure, there’s few complications, yeah. But hey Bartlet had his riding into a tree affair. Donna has her yelling at a chicken debacle.

And also the trip abroad. Like she doesn’t like to politicize it. But people who are like “oh she hasn’t served in combat” well she was injured in a war zone. Annabeth mentions how the people fell in love with her, wanted to make her story into a movie. There’s name recognition early on right there, something that would make it a lot easier to campaign on as a Senator or a Representative than the average person, get her foot in the door.

And listen people would be much more afraid of pissing off donna than Josh because Josh is always pissed but donnais the one person who can sometimes reel him in. No one is there to reel in donna. She’s charismatic, much more than josh, and people like her. Maybe after shes served a term as the first ladys chief of staff, helen more at ease with being first lady and more of an idea of what she’s doing, she’d run. She’d totally get elected as a Representative with her resume, then maybe serve two or 3 terms, then after possibly run for governor. And then start her election campaign. CHARLIE AS VP LBR CHARLIE IS TOTALLY GONNA GO BACK INTO POLITICS, HE’S TOO GOOD AT IT AND HAS SO MANY CONNECTIONS AND HIS WORK AT THE TAIL END OF THE BARTLET PRESIDENCY HAD HIM HOOKED HE TOTALLY WOULD BE DONNA’S VP.


For @riversongbadass-whovian-overload, Twelve/River in C4. Thank you for asking!

Imagine if time all happened at once. Every moment of your life laid out around you like a city. Streets full of buildings made of days. The day you were born, the day you die. The day you fall in love, the day that love ends. A whole city built from triumph and heartbreak and boredom and laughter and cutting your toenails. It’s the best place you will ever be. Time is a structure relative to ourselves. Time is the space made by our lives where we stand together, forever. Time and Relative Dimension in Space. It means life.
—  Twelfth Doctor, The Pilot
A Special Pair of Gloves

Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

Twelve Days of Fanfic: Day Five

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Reader

Request: “could I request knitting Kurt a special pair of gloves because he was sad he couldn’t wear any?”

Warnings: None

You ran through the thick layer of snow to the front of Xavier’s mansion, Kurt right beside you. The two of you had just gotten back from a snowball fight with Scott and Jean, and you were both covered with snow.

As you opened the doors to allow you and Kurt in, you noticed Kurt’s hands were shaking and covered with ice and bits of snow.

“Are you okay?” you asked, motioning to his hands. Kurt nodded.

“I’m fine. It’s just I can’t wear gloves, so my hands get cold,” Kurt said sheepishly, a note of sadness to his voice.

Your eyes suddenly got wide, an idea coming to you as Kurt walked ahead of you into the mansion. You yelled a quick good bye, running down the hall to your room. You hurried into your room, stopping at your desk. You pulled some yarn from a drawer, along with some knitting needles. You then began to put your idea together string by string. It was hard work, figuring out how to make the fingers and what size to make them. You had to measure Kurt’s fingers at one point, the young blue mutant giving you a strange look the entire time. You had barely made it out without him figuring what you were doing.

But in a couple days, you had the final product. You held them out in front of you proudly. It was a pair of gloves with only three fingers, made perfectly for Kurt’s hands.

You tucked them into the sweater you were wearing, heading downstairs where Kurt, Jean, and Scott were waiting for you. You all had planned another snowball fight since a heavy snowfall had taken place the night before, the snow just the perfect temperature to form snowballs.

“Ready?” Scott asked when he saw you. You nodded, letting Jean and Scott walk out of the door first.

“Wait, Kurt,” you said before Kurt followed them. He stopped, giving you a puzzled look. You drew the gloves out carefully, presenting them to him with a smile. He reached forward slowly, picking them up.

“You- made gloves?” He asked, his eyes wide as he turned them over in his hands.

You nodded. “Ones that will fit you. So your hands won’t get cold.”

You watched nervously as Kurt pulled one on, worried they wouldn’t fit. But the glove fit perfectly, his fingers fitting comfortably in the soft knitted yarn.

He held his hands out in front of him, his mouth parted with surprise.

“Danke,” he breathed, giving you a grateful look.

You grinned grabbing one of his hands and pulling him toward the door. “Let’s go try them out.”