or maybe not rats

Okay.

Chase’s jump thing.

I need an actual answer now bc writing.

Is it levitation?

I mean levitation is usually just, floating basically. No acceleration in it like flying. Which makes some sense in Chase’s discovering it in the shower. He slips, he doesn’t fall, he flails in the air a bit.

But can you combine it with physical force to carry you distances?

Like Chase seemed to actually jump up when he took out Marcus. And I’m fairly? sure he used it battling Sebastian in the war, using it to jump over him and attack from the other side.

But would that make sense? Jumping and levitating at the same time to get some acceleration in a direction?

Or does he have some sort of tiny super jump?

I always take a break in PoA right before peter escapes so I can forgive everyone for forgetting about petrificus totalus 

WELCOME TO THE MONSTER FACTORY

SUCCOTASH

do you want to come up to my kingdom in your attic?  i live in your attic, it’s where i keep all me things. oh here’s a fair warning mate, you got a dirty ceiling up here. you might wanna scrub the tops of it. i just wanna let you know, right, you got ceiling mice. you got ceiling mice up here - you got a  WHOLE  clan of borrowers.

the map

Snape demands Harry to turn out his pockets and takes the Marauders Map to examine it

James: Oh Snivellus, I’d love to see you try

Lily: What does it do?

James: You’ll see in about a second.

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people’s business.

Lily: Oh for Merlin’s sake, the map insults people, too?

James: *grinning* It insults people but drags Snivellus.

Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.

Lily: JAMES!

James: *innocently* What? It’s the map.

Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.

James: *stifles his laughter*

Lily: Will you ever grow up?

James: Nope.

Mr. Wormtail bids, Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

James: Ugh, I forgot that prat was there, too.

Lily: I can’t believe you did advanced magic just to insult people.

James: You have to admit it’s a masterpiece though.

Lily: All the brains you had and you created a map that says slimeball.

James: *sad* You don’t know what the map is capable of Lils.

Lily: You are so lucky he is asking about it to Remus.

James: Another proof that Snivellus is a complete idiot but yeah, Remus would know what to do with the map and maybe see that the bloody rat is on it.

Lily: Look at him bullshit his way out of this. Incredible.

James: *smiling* All of you thought he was the innocent one, I mean, that man can bullshit his way out of anything.

Remus takes the map from Snape and takes Harry and Ron with him to talk, he is very angry with Harry.

Lily: Harry is in big trouble.

James: *frustrated* For Godric’s sake, Sirius is not after Harry. I want to throw a rock at Moony’s head. *imitating Remus* These mapmakers would have wanted to lure you out of school. Fuck you Moony.

“Do you know them?” said Harry, impressed.

“We’ve met,” he said shortly.

James: WE’VE MET??? WE’VE MET??? YOU– I MEAN– I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE–

Lily: *soothingly* James, deep breaths

James: I became a fucking stag for that man, don’t tell me to take deep breaths.

Lily: *sarcastically* You’ve got a point, keep on yelling.

“I can’t make you take Sirius Black seriously.”

James: *apruptly stops* Tell me he didn’t just say “take Sirius Black seriously”?

Lily: *laughing* Yes he did.

James: *disappointed* The Remus I know wouldn’t have told that without an eye roll.

Lily: *slowly rubbing James’ back* A lot changes in twelve years, love.

James: *ruffling his hair* They shouldn’t have.

Lily: *reassuringly* It will be alright soon. Look, Remus has the map now, he will see that Peter is in the castle, Remus will know it wasn’t Sirius.

James: Sure but still, I can’t shake the feeling that it will never be the same.

Lily: If I know Remus and Sirius even just a little, it will be better.

James: The stars to his moon, yeah?

Lily: *smiling* Exactly.

“They were rescued from certain death back when they were very young, and I raised them as my own spiritual children. I don’t even call them rats. They are my daughters—Her Royal Highness, Princess Herpes the First and Her Royal Highness, Princess Herpes the Third.
I wanted to find out if they are just biological robots—simple creatures without any souls, as some people say—or if there is a meaning to their life.
I built them an entire paradise so that they could run around and explore. In the process of watching them grow, I realized the immense complexity of these simple creatures. Each of them have different personalities. Their dominance changes with time. One of them has anxiety and she eats to compensate. The other one is an explorer and tends to get depressed if she doesn’t get intellectual stimulation. When I make even small changes to their paradise, she just blooms. It’s a beautiful thing to watch. These attributes started to make me see them as almost human-like.
In a recent research paper, I read that you can actually tickle a rat and it will make laughter noises. They laugh at a higher sound frequency. I bought an ultrasound detector so I could hear them laugh. After I tickled them, they would run around in a circle, doing this special little hop of joy. It surprised me so much because people’s vision of a rat is of a dirty, vicious, ugly animal. And here is a social creature that needs other rats to be happy, that looks for maybe a little bit of love from me and can really react to getting tickled.
As I played with them, I thought, ‘Maybe the human journey is the same as the journey of the rat, the same as the journey of an insect. Just because I have a bigger brain and consciousness doesn’t mean that my journey is completely different from the rest of the animal kingdom. We are just getting there in different ways. Maybe every creature, no matter how small or simple, has a destiny and a meaning that should be respected.”

Lexington, MA

Writing an immersive third person limited point of view.

What is third person? In third person pov the narrator refers to all character by third-person pronouns, such as he, she, or they. In contrast, first person pov uses the first person pronouns, I and me, for the narrator.

What is third person limited? Third person limited is the alternate to third person omniscient. In third person limited, you have one single pov character narrating the story at any given moment (though you can have as many of these limited pov characters as you want throughout the course of the story), whereas in third person omniscient, there is an omniscient (all knowing) narrator.

Why choose a limited third person pov? 

- The reader forms a stronger, more personal connection to your pov character(s).
- You can easily build suspense because the reader never knows for certain what the non-pov characters are thinking, feeling, or planning.
- You can more easily write an unreliable narrator because your narrator tells things only as they see them, and not as they truly are.

At the end of the day, there is nothing you can’t do with limited if you’re creative and willing to think outside the box. 

So you want to write a good limited third person pov then?

Keep in mind that most of these tips also translate to first person pov. In many ways, third person limited is very similar to first person, because you have a single narrator at any given time, and the reader is confined to that narrator’s interpretation of the world.

Here are some key things you need to remember while writing limited third person: 

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Top 7 Kenny McCormick moments

I normally post these lists on my other blog but posting here instead.

Happy Birthday, Kenny. In honor of his birthday here are my 7 favorite Kenny moments.

7. His letter from Hawaii to the guys 

I know this episode is celebrated by Kenny/Butters fans and that happens to be one of my NOTP, but I actually really enjoy this one. Kenny’s letter and Trey’s voice-over while the boys are reading it kills me.

6. Defeating Hell with the Holy PSP

Just Best Friends Forever in general I love. Kenny is the chosen one and saves the day, how can you not love it. Archangel Michael’s reaction to Kenny defeating the armies of Hell with the Holy PSP is great. Like oh come on show me it!, haha. Damn you Trey and Matt. Also at the end when he’s given a Keanu Reeves statue, Kenny’s blank reaction always has me wondering is he thinking “what the fuck is this?” or “hell yeah!”

5. Kenny as a sketch artist 

This whole episode is one of my favorites and I’d love to see more like these again. The boys being boys. The part that I enjoyed most by Kenny has to be him being the sketch artist. Plus Kyle’s “Dammit Kenny, that’s not what she said!” added so much. Oh can we appreciate Kenny’s handwriting being Comic Sans.

4. Real life Kenny in I Should Have Never Gone Ziplining 

Okay, so I know the actor they cast isn’t canon to how Kenny looks, and I’m pretty sure it’s been established that’s part of the joke. I fucking love the guy they cast regardless. His delivery on the lines are perfect. Kyle and Cartman doing their usual bickering and when Cartman demands Kenny say who’s fault it was for going zipling, “I dunno. I don’t really give a shit.” and later “fuck you, Cartman.” I think all the boys were cast well but Kenny’s my favorite.

3. Betraying Cartman and joining Stan’s side in Black Friday

I know a lot of people would’ve picked Kenny becoming a Japanese princess from the Black Friday trilogy and I almost did. However, I just really love this scene. Stan’s speech, taking out his sword and everyone chanting “to the Princess” and then revealing Princess Kenny. The camera slowly moves in and  ends on her rat screeching. Also, looking back maybe I shouldn’t have been so shocked by the SOT twist, lol.

2. Mysterion 

I’m not picking a particular Mysterion moment like I did with Princess Kenny because I can’t. Princess Kenny is Kenny having fun with make believe and dressing up but with Mysterion we really get to explore his character further than before. Mysterion is Kenny. Kenny is Mysterion. We learn more about his experience with death and that his feelings towards it. Later, we see he still keeps the mask on for Karen and is her guardian angel. I can’t even begin to think of a top moment for Mysterion. This was going to be my top pick for Kenny until I remember what is now my first choice…

1. Kenny giving Karen the doll

God, my heart. I can’t handle how much I love this. Both Kenny and Kyle’s love for their siblings are just another part of South Park I love. My friends and I have argued who is the better older brother and I believe it’s impossible to pick. I remember watching this episode and thinking “not bad…but meh…” and then the ending came and I lost it. My heart melted into a thousand pieces. Thinking back to the earlier episodes and all the shit Kenny would do for a dollar and he finally makes some money and uses it to buy his little sister a doll.

Happy Birthday Kenny!

PART ONE:

Video of security tape from my boyfriends work.
They came in to work to three shattered bongs on the ground. I’ll post the other video tomorrow that shows a different angle.

What do you guys think? We’re wondering if it’s maybe just a rat?? But towards the end, it looks weird like the bong is hovering and then drops. You can see it better in the other video I’ll be posting tomorrow.

i want a tiny apartment with a big heating blanket and tatami mats and a table to eat fresh fruit every day. i want to watch the city skyline and talk to you about my thoughts and dreams. i want to fall asleep watching our shitty favorite movies and repeat every line. i want a friendly snake or maybe rats, our pals to meet and love. fuck it, i just want a life with you!

Brothers and a Bard part 2

Two Dragonborns, a Fighter and a Monk, who is long lost brothers and believed the other was dead. The third is a Tiefling Bard, who everyone thinks is an Elf.

Turns out the person we were paid to kidnap was a Halfling, and he bit the Fighter for 3 HP, thus he was nicknamed The Rat. We knocked him out and put him in a sack.

Monk: *suspiciously eyeing the sack* What is it?

Fighter: It’s a rat.

Monk: *not convinced*

Bard: Hey, it is a rat, look. *opens the sack and makes an illusion of a rat’s behind on the legs of the Halfling*

Fighter: *sees a rat’s behind*

Monk: *sees shoes* These are shoes. There’s a person in there.

Bard: You’re crazy!

Later

City Guard: *point at the sack* Halt! What is this?

Fighter: It’s a giant rat. Our employer wanted a giant rat… for some reason.

City Guard: *very suspiciously lets us in*

Bard: See, [Monk], if everyone’s seeing a rat and only you saw shoes then, just maybe, you’re really crazy.

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 23

Simon

We’re not supposed to have food in our rooms.  It’s one of Watford’s most ignored rules.  It’s never enforced, and if the rooms themselves have anything to say about it, they tend to keep their mouths shut.

           Nearly everyone I’ve talked to has some sort of stash in their wardrobe or under their bed.  Agatha loves her sherbet lemons, and Penny has a seemingly endless supply of licorice hidden in a locked cupboard.  Only she knows the whereabouts of the key, assuming she’s telling the truth and there is a key at all.  As for me, I keep at least two mint Aero bars tucked away at all times, though it seems no matter where I hide them, Baz always manages to find them.  Further evidence of vampiric senses, if you ask me.

           Baz is more of a bring-food-from-the-dining-hall-into-the-room kind of person than a secret stash person, at least I’ve never seen any evidence of a stash.  I have to wonder what sort of things Baz would keep hidden away.  Rats maybe, still alive to keep their blood warm for when he gets peckish.  But then again, I would probably have noticed something like that.

           I don’t know how he always manages to get food up to the room unnoticed, but I also know he’s on a first-name basis with Cook Pritchard, so maybe he gets special privileges.

           When he appears in the door this evening, tall and silent as ever, he’s holding a steaming mug of tea.  I don’t say anything about it, I know better at this point. He’ll just snap at me.

           He crosses the room and sets the mug down on his nightstand, dropping down to his bed and uncurling to his back.  I raise an eyebrow at him, stretched out like a cat. “What’s with you?” I muse.

           He throws a glance my way.  “What?”

           “I dunno, you’re just being… weird.”

           “Thank you for your opinion, Snow, it’s entirely uncalled for as usual.”

           I roll my eyes.  “Forget I said anything.”

           “I already have.”

           I turn back to my textbook with a scowl.  Serves me right for trying to start casual conversation, though maybe I was a bit rude about it.  At least I can say I tried.

           Baz lays there on his bed for another moment or so, staring up at the ceiling, breathing slowly and deeply like this is the first time he’s properly filled his lungs in weeks.  I glance at my watch.  I’m supposed to meet Penny in the library to study in half an hour, I don’t need to go just yet.

           When Baz stands, he takes a detour on his way to the bathroom to reach over and flip my book out of my hands.

           “What the hell is wrong with you?” I call after him, but he responds simply by slamming the door in my face.

           Classic Baz.  Simple, stupid, but effective.  Like a playground bully.

           I wonder if he gets any actual joy out of it.

           The heat of my anger is already fading, but it still frustrates me that he’s been getting away with this kind of abuse all our lives and nothing I do ever seems to deter him.  It’s like he’s a giant and I’m a pissed-off ant, biting and crawling and trying to hurt him, only to be flicked away by a giant indifferent finger.

           His mug on the bedside table catches my eye, steam still curling off the tea.  He hasn’t taken a sip yet, which is surprising.  Usually he drinks the stuff practically straight out of the kettle, like it isn’t scalding his entire throat on the way down.  Maybe it’s not, maybe that’s some obscure vampire thing. Or maybe he’s just a prat that wants to look tough.

           The lightbulb that goes off in my head is almost audible as I watch the steam dance above the mug.

           Grabbing my wand from the sheets beside me, I stand from my bed as quietly as I can and tiptoe across to Baz’s nightstand, wincing with every creak from the floorboards.  The tea is that perfect smooth colour, brown and soft with cream and sugar.  Sparing a fleeting glance at the bathroom door, I dip my wand down so that the tip just barely breaks the surface of the tea, sending ripples floating away from the intrusion.

           Needs more salt,” I murmur in as soft a voice as I can manage, pushing the crackle of magic from the base of my neck down through my wand arm and into the tea.

           “What was that, Snow?” Baz calls from the other side of the door.  There’s a sudden splash of the sink.

           “I didn’t say anything, twat,” I call back, carefully bringing my wand over my mouth and letting the stream of droplets fall onto my tongue.  It’s flowers and cream and… salt.  Definitely salt.

           I smirk as I return to my bed.  Mission accomplished.

           When Baz re-emerges, I pull my textbook closer so he can’t knock it away again.  I try to look appropriately engrossed.  He doesn’t pause at the door, just goes straight back to his bed, and though I can’t see his face in my periphery, it seems as though he doesn’t suspect anything.

           Needs more salt isn’t a proper spell, per say.  More of a charm.  Penny says that spells occur when the words play the biggest role.  They are usually well-known sayings or lyrics, things that carry a little bit of their own magic, which makes them the easiest for beginning mages to master.  Charms are different, harder to control.  The power of a charm doesn’t lie in the words but in the intent.  The magic comes entirely from the mage.  Often charms come out as accidents, when something is said with so much feeling that magic simply slips in.

           Penny is quite good at charms, at putting magic into whichever words she chooses.  She insists that anything can be a charm with enough magic.

           As Baz reaches for his tea, I can’t help but watch.

           I sure hope Penny is right.

           Baz raises the mug to his lips and takes the first sip.

           His features freeze like he isn’t quite sure how to arrange them.

           After a beat he lowers the cup and stares at it like it’s a puzzle, his brow beginning to furrow.

           He takes another thoughtful sip, and this time the tiny curl of his lip betrays a hint of disgust.

           I make sure to be staring back down at my book when he turns his gaze on me.  I feel it burn into the top of my head, and the burn spreads to my cheeks as I try not to crack.

           I can still feel his eyes on me as he takes a long, pointed drink from the mug.

           Prat.

           I glance back at my watch.  It’s still too early, but Penny will probably be in the library already, and I don’t know how long I can handle Baz’s stare.

           I close my book and stuff it in my bag, wearing what I hope is a neutral expression and not a beet-red blush.  I stand from my bed and slip into my shoes. I see him take another sip.  When I look at him, he’s still watching me, and his face is surprisingly clear for someone drinking salted tea out of spite.

           I’m not fully sure which one of us is the winner here.

           I’m halfway out the door when I decide to break the tension.

           “April Fool’s,” I state like it’s a simple good-bye before I shut the door.

           I’m two stairs down as he yells “IT’S NOT EVEN FUCKING APRIL YOU TWAT!”

devils-toxic-love  asked:

I create a lot of ocs and one I'm trying to flesh out is a gargoyle guy and I've come to the conclusion to make him Jewish because his adoptive parents raised him as such. Is that ok? I feel like I'm doing something wrong whole trying to do research and remember much as I can without messing things up.

Baby gargoyle adopted by human Jewish family

“I feel like I’m doing something wrong” Good work listening to your spidey senses, because that something would be the association of Jewishness with grotesque medieval fantasy imagery. Don’t feel too badly about it; it’s part of the oxygen we all breathe from birth and you didn’t mean to do it any more than JKR did. It’s just part of fantasy traditions, not a very nice part.

However, since he’s adopted, you kind of have a way out. Make his adoptive family gorgeous. Or give him a button nose or if you absolutely must give him grotesque features, make sure they’re grotesque in a way that doesn’t evoke big hooked noses (or for that matter, any other features that have been coded as “ethnic and therefore ugly.”) Or you could give him animalistic features because I’ve seen those on gargoyles, too – maybe a jaguar or something (just not rats, please. Let’s just say you’d be in bad company.)

Honestly, having all the human Jewish characters in this goes a long way towards making it not represent the trope. That’s the problem with Jewish representation in fantasy – when we’re only “the thing” (i.e. the dwarves and stuff) and not the humans, it has a completely different feel than if there are actual Jewish humans in the cast. So, good work ^_^

–Shira

An illustration list of Ravagers made up and canon for the fanfic writers who really make my day with their Ravager fics :D And also I’m currently doing master classes with the fantastic and jaw dropping, amazing Peter Han and he really got me my confidence back in drawing straight with pen instead of noodling with pencils. And he’s so enthusiastic about design work that I have to make my own Ravagers too; the squidgy octopus thingy was quite a popular archetype of the cook and the spider chick for the doctor so maybe the naked mole rat cyborg for the nav? XD And some love for Tullk and Horuz. And let’s not forget Kraglin and Yondu:D

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