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The Eternal Problem: A Meditation on Mortality in Sherlock S4

When asked about S4 during the promotional lead-up, Moftiss repeatedly said this new series would be about one thing: consequences.  Now that we stand on the other side of S4, what do we think they meant?  It obviously wasn’t legal consequences for shooting Magnussen, or physical consequences of overdosing on drugs.   

In this meta, I argue that TAB and S4 are above all about the moral, metaphysical, and narrative consequences of Sherlock faking his death during the Reichenbach Fall—an act which continues to reverberate through the story two series later, both for the characters and, significantly, for the writers.

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Part Four: Writing Travel With Non-Humans

If a list were made of the top mistakes made by–particularly fantasy–writers, surely travel, travel times, distances, and the needs of animals during that travel would be right up there. Consider for a moment that Frodo and Sam’s journey took approximately 6 months to get from the Shire to Mount Doom. But Pear, you say, it’s not like they were walking that whole time! They stayed in Rivendell for two months after he agrees to take the ring! And of course, you’d be right, but consider that they are two days in Moria, and it takes the group 7 days to get from Bree to Weathertop, a time frame which was just travel, for the most part. Take a look at it on a map:

And now consider the entirety of the world map:

Taking into consideration breaks for eating and sleeping, difficult terrain, horses, boats, and walking, Tolkien did a fairly good job of making sure the travel times for his world were accurate or at least plausible.

Now consider that 30 miles is the maximum a human can walk in a day without stops and without considering gear, and it’s more accurate to guesstimate ~10-15 miles. It’s ~40 miles from Washington DC to Baltimore, Maryland and can be driven in ~1 hour. Now consider that roads and highways have turned difficult terrain into easily navigable areas, and that cars have drastically lengthened how far and how long we can travel. A team of horses pulling a carriage can expect approximately 50 miles over an 8-12 hour day. A horse will tire from a gallop after approximately 3 miles, but could trot 15 miles without too much strain as long as a few breaks to walk were interspersed. It’s been recorded that on one particular journey, a horse averaged 31 miles per day, though 20 is a more reasonable. (I haven’t put anything regarding companions with wings due to severe variability. Migrating Alpine swifts have been known to fly 200 days straight while other birds don’t even really glide very well. If your companion has wings, do very thorough research into wing bones and strength and do your best.) My point is: We don’t go as far as we think we do, and neither do our creature companions unless we care for them properly.

Long story short, distance matters.

When you’re trying to decide how long it takes to get from one place to another in your story, or attempting to figure out how long it would take an advancing army to reach their destination, consider that our modern view of maps and distances has become severely warped. “It’s not that far,” and “They could make it there in a couple of hours,” and “They’ll be here tomorrow,” are common assumptions for writers, but they might not take into consideration that our characters, creature or otherwise, cannot travel all day without pause, even on roads.


Remember to take terrain into consideration. Your creatures accompanying your characters have different physiology than your humanoid characters, so how fast can they travel? Do they have the body strength to be able to carry someone, specifically the spinal strength? Remember that the more people you add to the back of a creature, the slower the creature will travel, even horses. Additionally, consider what their feet are made from. A horse’s hooves are a dense material that takes long usage fairly well (rocks and terrain difficulties aside) which is part of why they (and other hoofed creatures) make good pack animals and “vehicles,” alongside other factors. We don’t go around riding creatures with paws because paws rub raw faster when burdened with weight and asked to go long distances. Creatures traveling on their own legs will travel differently over different terrain. Remember when I mentioned earlier in the series that you should be thinking about where your creature companions originate from? Their physiology will be tailored to travel best over that kind of terrain. If they’re from meadows, rocky mountains will slow them down. Obviously, travel speeds will change depending on the terrain, and the endurance of your creatures will, too. Horses will become lame if rocks or other materials become lodged in their hooves (think about having a rock in your shoe!). Consider how terrain could impact your creature companion in similar ways depending on the construction of their feet.

Food & Water

The most common trope for feeding our humanoid characters on their journey is that they have rations in their packs: dried fruit, tough bread, hunks of cheese, dried meat jerky, etc. What’s often forgotten about is sufficient and appropriate food and water for creature companions. Water retention and metabolism rates vary widely across creatures. You can’t assume that they’ll function like your humanoids do.

When you were planning your creature companion and where they came from, I asked you to consider what kind of eaters they are (herbivore, carnivore, omnivore) to get a good basic idea of what your companions eat. They’re likely not going to be carrying around their food like your humanoids might, so you need to plan for your characters to either be hunting for the creature or to allow the creature to go off and hunt. But don’t just say, “They went off to hunt, returning three hours later with a bloody maw.” You need to know if the area they paused in has the types of foods your creature eats available. Know the environments they’re traveling in; know what’s around and what’s not. It’s okay for your creatures to go without a meal now and then, but it’s not going to make them happy or pleasant to be around the longer they miss out on food. Be aware of how their personality, their travel speed, their fighting capability, and their focus will be impacted when they are forced to go without food.

For emergency water supplies, it’s recommended to carry 1 gallon of water per person per day while cats and dogs generally need 1 gallon each per 3 days. These measures are not taking travel into account, which would raise the predicted amounts. We almost never think about having that much water hanging around our characters for their trek across wherever, but giving our creatures the breaks they will need and the water they’ll need often gets entirely forgotten. Take breaks. All-day travel is hard, hard work on anyone, car or not. Make sure your characters are traveling between places with potable water, whether that’s sources like rivers or cities with wells.

Stress, Sleep, and Special Care

Travel isn’t a walk in the park. It’s a long, grueling journey, filled with difficult decisions and dangerous encounters. There’s socializing and surviving, and it’s not as simple as going out to do the thing. Stress is going to come into play more and more the longer your characters and creatures travel. Think about how this increase in stress will effect your creature companions. Do they know what’s going on? What’s their perspective on the trip? Have they perceived themselves in danger yet? How will they react when they do? How do they deal with being forced to spend a prolonged amount of time in close quarters with others? Is that normal and welcome to them, or is it strange and not preferred? Will they seek out their own space or stick close to the others?

Remember that sleep is not going to be ideal. It may be few and far between, after long days of intense activity, interrupted by attacks, unfulfilling because of discomfort or anxiety, or any number of other things. You still need to consider how your creature would normally try to sleep, and then think about how they could if they needed to, because, trust me, they’re going to need to. Similar questions to those above should be considered including how your creature will handle going some sleepless nights. How will its mood and ability to handle changes in plan be impacted by lack of sleep? How about appetite and willingness to perform? All the problems we encounter with sleep, sleeplessness, interrupted sleep, and less-than-preferred amounts of sleep will need to be considered for your creatures, as much as for your humanoids.

Some creatures will need tending to when travel ceases, whether for a break or at the end of a day. They may need special attention like horses having their tack removed and a nice rub down, or creatures that traveled in a backpack or on a shoulder may need to wander a bit and stretch the legs. Please, please, pay attention to these things. There’s nothing worse than reading poor animal care from a farm boy going on their first big adventure. Casual mentions of the care and attention are sufficient, but completely ignoring this facet leaves out a big part of what travel is with a creature companion. If your creature is a mythical beast, break it down to its root characteristics to determine how they may need to be bedded down for the night. Are your dragons more lizard-like and likely to seek out warm places for the evening, perhaps burrowing for a nest in the ground? Are your hippogryphs able to find enough materials to nest in or do they take more to the horse side of things and sleep standing? Break things down and determine appropriate care for your creatures, then make sure your humanoids are performing those actions they need to ensure comfort for their companions.

Look. Just don’t forget you’ve got another character who has different needs. Don’t pass them off, don’t forget about them, don’t gloss over them. If you’re going to have a creature companion, you need to make sure you’re treating them like any other character and paying attention to their wants and needs the way you do for humanoids. Make sure you’re not asking them to go too far, too fast, without appropriate access to food and water. Take care of your creatures!

Next up: Contributing abilities!

Walking in the Wind is a bonus song on Made in the A.M. It doesn’t fit easily into the One Direction canon; it’s not swaggering or fit for a stadium. There are no rivals, no romantic interests, no ships. This is One Direction doing Paul Simon. This is One Direction sitting back, taking a breath, settling into a story.

From the opening, stepping guitar, Walking in the Wind is unhurried. A week ago you said to me, do you believe I’ll never be too far. The song is an exchange between one who’s lost someone, and the one who’s been lost. The fact that we can sit right here and say goodbye, means we’ve already won. The latter remembers their time together, and the former insists: it isn’t over, you’ll find me, there’s still more to come. We had some good times, didn’t we? We had some good tricks up our sleeve. The one who lost sings. And the other responds: But it’s not the end. I’ll see your face again.

Walking in the Wind isn’t a sharp song. It’s imprecise. But it points at a singer trying to interrogate the loss, trying to understand the promise and the inevitable breaking of that promise. The song examines, rather than argue. It doesn’t defend against the present or future absence. There is no armor, no mechanism. Simply truth. The song looks back on what once existed, and recognizes it as a faded medium: a Polaroid.

But that’s okay! The song insists. It’s catchy and chill. The melody picks up and sweeps forward. They sing, insistently: You will find me, in places that we’ve never been. For all that the song is about, the music is upbeat and optimistic. It’s okay, it will be okay. We’re sure of it.

Harry Styles, a co-writer on Walking in the Wind, said of another song he wrote, Olivia, that “it doesn’t have to be so literal.” Olivia doesn’t have to be a person, he insisted. It could be a place. “Sometimes I think it’s cool to take an emotion and personify it.”

I think the same thought applies to Walking in the Wind.

The song is about loss, yes, but not necessarily one loss, one absence. As adults, we become inured to small deaths. The numbers we lose, the friendships that fall away, the moments we forget. All small, nearly imperceptible endings in our daily lives. So many, that soon we stop counting. We’re taught that every door closing will open another, and we whisper this to ourselves, enough so that we forget to notice if another door does open, or if the first door simply stays closed.

We come to understand these endings by containing them within a story. We accept a break up because a best friend says, “Sometimes, relationships take so many parts of you, that by the end, you’re left with nothing,” and you decide to think about the break up as you would a survival story, rather than the more pedestrian “we stopped liking each other.” A move becomes a step forward, rather than a step away; a fight becomes a miscommunication.

Walking in the Wind is trying to decide which story to tell. The one of the absence, or the one of the future reconciliation. This song is about loss. But it’s also about the stories we tell about those losses, and the ways we claim them.

Yesterday I went out to celebrate the birthday of a friend. But as we raised our glasses up to make a toast, I realized you were missing.

Stories rename themselves as we go. Their edges shift. Their definitions change. The way we experience them in the moment is different from the way we experience them in retrospect, and this is what Walking in the Wind hinges on. It’s optimistic, still, in that moment of reckoning. The song insists: you will find me. What has happened, has happened. But more is to come.

This isn’t a song about mourning. It’s about the story that comes from the mess. It’s not an ending, or even a punctuation mark. It’s a semi-colon. Unresolved.  

We may not know if it’s okay. We may not know for awhile.

We had some good times, didn’t we? We wore our hearts out on our sleeve.

We don’t have to understand.

Goodbyes are bittersweet. But it’s not the end.

Not yet.

I’ll see your face again.

-Kelsey Ford is a writer living in Los Angeles.

@katbarrell: Back at it this morning after an INCREDIBLE weekend at @clexacon 😆❤😭!!! Thank you to each and every one of you who attended from near (and VERY) far or tuned in online! I am still buzzing from the immense amount of love and happiness that filled every moment of our time together. Thank you for your kind words, your stories, you hugs and smiles. They filled me to the brim with happiness and fueled the fire for us to keep working our asses off to make @wynonnaearp the best it possibly can be for YOU guys! 🔥What I loved most was seeing the #Earper fandom come together - from those of you who have become friends online meeting in person for the first time, or those selflessly helping others out who couldn’t get around as well by themselves… you truly defined what is means to be a family- no one is left behind. I am proud of you and love you so very much ❤❤❤!!! Also HUGE props to the @clexacon team who worked so hard to pull off a seamless and life changing weekend for so many people. I cannot count the amount of times I heard “this is one of the best weekends of my life!” Here’s to the future and many, many more #StrongFemaleCharacters 🙌🏼


Lincoln Loud, the young millionaire who had lost his parents at a very young age. Years ago, the boy had sworn to protect his city and the rest of his family from any threat …

He became the watcher of darkness …
The silent guardian …
The Dark Knight:  


For years, Lincoln concealed his double life, but he just could not protect his city. Needed help.

This is where our other story begins.

Raised by the Amazons on the island of Paraiso, Ronalda Santiago proved to be the best of all the island’s warriors.

But under all that rudeness, there was a kind soul, a thing that all in Themyscira noticed.

From then on, the girl was in charge of bringing peace to the world of man, with the greatest power that existed in the world: love.

Ronnie Anne became:  

Wonder Woman

Together, Lincoln and Ronnie decided to recruit more young heroes …

Heroes and heroines that in the future would become one of the greatest teams of heroes …  

The Justice League.  

And who knows… Surely those heroes and heroines were closer to them.

[TRANS] BTS Official Fanclub A.R.M.Y 1st Term - Interview (P6)

(the interview is from 2014)
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Q: You all know everything about each other, that’s why you now got used to the others’ habits. Just like how 7 members are close, BTS and ARMY are slowly becoming closer too. During this not so short but also not so long period of time, you have met a lot of ARMYs, so what thoughts does each of you have when thinking of ARMY?

Rap Monster: I really want to meet them like ordinary people meeting each other, but I know to some, it wouldn’t be considered attractive. “He’s like the next door guy,” these things can be unattractive, but I want to talk to fans as a person to another person. When I talk to them, I can find inspiration and bring that inspiration into my music, so they can enjoy it. That would be great.

Jin: I want to meet each of them and just casually chat, but it’s actually not an easy thing to do so… Too bad. I want to show them how we’ll continue to grow so they can look at us and confidently say, “That’s my singers right there.”

Jungkook: I’m really grateful to our fans. I want to do something for them but I just don’t know how to, or maybe my method of expressing would cause misunderstanding, that’s why I don’t talk much. But seems like they think “He doesn’t express it out” so I’m a little upset. I think I need to keep working harder and get closer to them one step at a time.

Suga: I’m like Jungkook, I can’t express it out well. I have to tell the fans how I feel but it’s hard. I want to talk as person to person like Rapmon too. It’s just awkward to me, but I’m not gonna say that I’m like this and please spare me. I need to change myself and talk with many people, sharing sincere stories with each other and express my feelings.

Jungkook: It’s easy and hard at the same time.

V: I think the fans’ love are amazing. I’m getting this much love but it’s so frustrating that all I can do is saying “Thank you” or “I love you.” It’s hard to reply to all of them one by one and I can’t give them something more… You know because obviously we need to bring them cool performances. So finding a way to repay their love has become my assignment.

Jimin: I think the best way to repay is to not let the fans down. That’s why I want to show the best and the coolest of me.

J-hope: Just same old story but the fact that there are people who like me, who like our group is amazing. I always want to repay that. It’s nothing big but like, using the gifts they gave us, or reading messages on Twitter or fancafe during free time everyday, reading fan letters after coming back to the dorm…

Jimin: Right.

J-hope: I’m doing my best read and see all the posts and the love they gave me, but expressing this is not easy at all. I really want to express it out as much as possible. No matter how many times I say “thank you” and “I love you”, it still wouldn’t be enough.

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A Different Perspective

I looked at Rhys and Feyre, a pang of jealousy ran through me. I had experienced a love like that once, if the world would have been kinder, I would be like them. Blissfully happy. But instead the world was cruel and to remind me of such a fact my gaze changed from the happy couple to her son.

“You’re not your normal flirtatious-self tonight, is something bothering you?”

“He looks so much like her,” and because it was Feyre, I wasn’t afraid to admit, “when I look at him, I wish he was mine.”

She followed my gaze and was not the least bit shocked when it fell upon Lucien.

“You told me that she chose and you added that not all were as lucky as I was, what did you mean by that?”

“It saddens me to say, the majority of Prythian has misogynistic views. Even though the Day Court has long recognized the equality between genders, many of the other courts have not. She was his possession, his bride. It would have been an act of war to give her sanctuary, to call her my own. I know Rhys would have been an ally, but in the end she chose to stay. She chose Beron over me.”

It broke my heart when she chose to stay. I would have done anything to keep her safe, to help her find happiness, even if it was not with me.

“I think that is a matter of perspective.”

Of all the responses I expected from Feyre, that was not it. It was very clear to me that she had choose Beron over me. Why else would she have stayed?  But over the years I had become friends with Feyre and I had learned that she always noted things the rest of us could not see. I was unsure if it was her mortal heart or her artist soul that allowed for her to see what others could not.

Curiosity getting the best of me, “Oh, and what is your perspective on this matter.”

“What would have happened if she would have become pregnant during one of your affairs?”

The look on Feyre’s face told me that she knew more of this story then she was letting on, or maybe that artist soul picked up on something the rest of us could not. She was friends with Lucien. The son that she kept closest, the son that was the most like her.

“Beron would have killed the youngling. It would have been against our laws and in-turn I would have declared war on Beron.”

Feyre stood there looking at Lucien, not at all surprised by my declaration. I could tell she was analyzing the history, the tidbits I had given her and maybe tidbits others had given her.

“So maybe she didn’t chose Beron over you. Maybe she chose something else, someone else. Maybe she made the one call that would have been the safest, even if it meant she had to sacrifice her chance at true happiness.”

“What are you saying Feyre?”

“Did you know that the first time I met the Lady of Autumn it was Under the Mountain?  I recognized her right away for who she was. It was easy to spot the similarities between her and Lucien. She helped me, kept me from getting roasted or being the nights entertainment. I’ve never had the chance to ask if Amarantha punished her for her kindness. If that was the reason she did not attend my second trial.”

It had been years ago, but the second trial stuck in my mind. I remembered feeling remorse for Tamlin. If she did not win that trial he would have lost both his best friend and his lover.  Part of me wondered if it would have been easier for him to have lost them both that day, instead of over time. I also noted that my love had not been in attendance of that trail and often wondered if seeing her youngest die would have finally broken her.

“I’ve always wanted to thank her for her kindness, but Beron keeps a pretty tight leash on his family and I have never had the chance to learn from her what I could do to repay that kindness.”

“And what does this have to do with perspective?”

She gave me a warm smile, the smile I am sure Rhys fell in love with, “Look at Lucien, look at the parts that are not her. What do you see?”

I didn’t even look before I responded, “Beron.”

Feyre gave me a look that told me that she knew I did not take her request seriously, “Look again.”

And so I did. The nose was different and oddly familiar. His skin was golden, much darker than his mother’s. And as if on cue Lucien laughed. His smile.

“Holy hell!” I could barely breath, it was taking all my effort to not fall to my knees, “How long have you known?”

“Since the first time I met you.”

She had been shocked by something, I could read it on her face. I remember that night well, because only a few moments later Rhys was also shocked.  I knew they came to a realization about something, but our conversation that night had not been shocking.

“Does he know?”

She shook her head, “Not that I know of, I’ve been waiting for him to use powers he inherited from you to break the news or at least hint at it. Though I could probably get Elain to blurt it out, she owes him one for blurting shocking information.”

I raised a brow at that very specific comment, Feyre chuckled, “Lucien blurted out right after she was made into a High Fae, ‘You’re my mate.’”

I chuckled, “are we sure he is my son?”

Feyre didn’t bother to respond, instead she squeezed my shoulder and walked away.

I have a son, a son with the woman I have loved for centuries. A woman who if she asked me, I would tear the world apart for. Instead she had sacrificed herself, to protect both our son and myself.


Hello everyone. I hope you all have a great day. With everything that is going on I thought we should boost the positivity in this community so that we can avoid all the drama . So I was thinking we should do something like boss week in order to fill this tag with positivity and become again the best community out there. That’s why I need your help . We all can participate in this.We can share our stories about this community how much the members of this community helped us and generally feel free to add whatever you want and share your own ideas. I ‘m very bad at expressing myself but I just want to encourage every one of you to spread positivity and kindness. This community is everything to me and I won’t let the hate and the drama to consume it. 

I’ll Be There - Epilogue

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Member: Hoseok

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2062 (there are probably a lot of typos…whoops)

Summary: You and Hoseok are best friends and just like any story that starts like this, nothing good ever happens. One night when Hoseok is in his drunken state, he says some things that make you reconsider how much worth you actually have in his life.

A/N: HELLO HELLO! I am back and as I promised, here is the epilogue to the series, “I’ll Be There.” This is just pure fluff and I think it’s a nice way to sum up everything. THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE END OF I’LL BE THERE! I had so much fun while writing this series and it has been my most successful piece of work thus far! Thank for everyone who has supported me whether it be from the very beginning or just recently. I love you all very much and I can’t wait to share with you what I have in store for the future. In the mean time, enjoy! 

Originally posted by ho-seok

“Please say you vows,” The minister standing between of you looks towards Hoseok first and motions for him to proceed with his vow.

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For Fans of @treason-and-plot‘s 5 Years Later… . (like me!)

Presenting some of TAP’S wonderful story in the form of Fan Merchandise!

Featuring: The Hunks…(and Roy)

Because our Sims need to be fans of this awesome series too!!

Also included are two sets of paintings taken straight from her Tumblr page! *Yoink* 😏😏😏  So here we have “Hazy Days and Vintage Nights

Frames CAStable with the design tool, 2 channels on the Hunk ones.

(I chose some of my favourites from the story and what I thought would look best on my Sims’ walls.)

Like I said, I love this story; the characters: Bunty getting piddled, Joel’s dog, (I don’t mean Anita!) etc.

These will now become permanent fixtures in my TS3 Modern Day Game!

Thanks Tapster ❤️ ❤️ ❤️


All 3 sets were cloned using TSRW, Gimp and Paint.net.


Hazy Days Package

Hazy Days Sims3Pack

Vintage Nights Package

Vintage Nights Sims3Pack

The Hunks Package

The Hunks Sims3Pack

The story pictures I used for the big paintings are below the cut.

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So I have two women’s sports story ideas that I have in my mind to do eventually. One is a Dodge-ball idea that I posted art of FOREVER ago on here. The other is this boxing story idea almost modeled in the same spirit as the celebrated manga “Hajime No Ippo”.

While the Dodge-ball idea is where I wanna go more over-the-top with implausible abilities and special moves, this boxing story tentatively titled right now after the main character as “ORTIZ” I saw as being a bit more realistic. 

With this comic I mainly wanted to get most of the emotion, fatigue, pain, and other intangible elements in boxing bouts with extreme symbolic imagery (Dangerous punches replaced with incoming full-sized missiles in the middle of the ring or pain from body punches replaced with impalement by spikes/blades through the body). Using the visual medium of a comic to get across such abstract and intense visuals is one of my big goals for this story when I tackle it. 

The titular character at the top, Anna-Lucia is our main character and a Dominican-American. The several other characters underneath are only about 50%-60% of the spread of other boxers she faces in bouts, but are probably the most prolific or prominent ones story-wise. 

Some like Rainbow-Sky, Riley, and Nadine become friends and arch-rivals. Others like Rosalinda and Harper pose as stiff and skilled opponents to overcome for title bouts. And a couple like Akshara are powerful antagonistic forces who represent a near ultimate threat to Anna-Lucia’s goals to become the best.

Friends Like Ours

Originally posted by evans-things

Story/One Shot Collection Summary: You decide to move in with your best friend and his roommates after a bad breakup. Your best friend is Sam Wilson. His roommates are Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. Let’s just say that your life becomes a little more interesting…

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Status: Work In Progress

Whose Side Are You On?
On Your Left
Movie Night
The End of the World
The One with the Ex and the Dining Set
Repaying a Debt 
Gotta Catch ‘Em All! 
Puppy Love 
Cheap Dress Thrills 
My Clueless Valentine Updated: 02/09/17

Side Stories:

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anonymous asked:

What animes are you enjoying the most this season?

Ok first of all I have to show you my best waifu of this year. She is just PERFECT!!

Originally posted by gurikajis

So ofc I’m enjoying a lot Zero kara Hajimeru Mahou no Sho. A big plus to the bond between the protagonists, so refreshing and cute.

As for other anime I’m looking forward to each week:

-Boku no hero

I feel like a proud mama every time he succeddes, protect him at all costs!

Originally posted by yumeko0


The ost department is more than enough of  areason to enjoy it, but the plot and the animation alsolooks promising

Originally posted by tsugumi

-Warau Salesman New

Because we all need an sadistic anime in our lifes

Originally posted by konfureku

-Oushitsu Kyoushi Haine

I’m so in love with this anime and characters

Originally posted by yavileto

-Natsume Yuujinchou Roku

I feel like this anime is one of the best examples of why anime are such a strong medium when it comes to expressing yourself. This is such a gem, both anime and manga, do yourself a favour and whatch it if you still  haven’t

Originally posted by adayume-x

-Berserk (2017)

I become addicted after watching the trilogy of the movies and I don’t regrett it. The greatness of the story compensate where the animation lacks.

Originally posted by inuh

-Shingeki no Kyojin Season 2

The story is so unique and the animation is superb as always.

Originally posted by veenia

-Shingeki no Bahamut: Virgin Soul

 Everyone is bae in this anime! I’m loving it way more than the first season. And I ship izazel and nina way too much lol

Originally posted by salfetkina

“Why do we choose to love someone even if it’s so difficult, so agonizing? Sometimes the fact that we DO love that someone with our being is the only reason we need.”

I’ve got to admit, I am quite thrilled that MH Stories is going to be localized in the west, since it finally gives us all a chance to finally have our mon companions. I’m still sad that the Magalas didn’t make it in the game, but I guess we can only blame their virulence. Aaahh, we can only dream for now.

So yep, I don’t know why I originally drew this but I still enjoyed doing it nonetheless. (Hopefully it becomes canon one day)

me last week: taylor swift? i don’t know who that is

me this week: Taylor Alison Swift (born December 13, 1989) is an American singer-songwriter. One of the most popular contemporary female recording artists, she is known for narrative songs about her personal life, which has received much media attention.Born and raised in Pennsylvania, Swift moved to Nashville, Tennessee at age 14 to pursue a career in country music. She signed with the independent label Big Machine Records and became the youngest artist ever signed by the Sony/ATV Music publishing house. Her eponymous debut album in 2006 peaked at number five on Billboard 200 and spent the most weeks on the chart in the 2000s. The album’s third single, “Our Song”, made her the youngest person to single-handedly write and perform a number-one song on the Hot Country Songs chart. Swift’s second album, Fearless, was released in 2008. Buoyed by the pop crossover success of the singles “Love Story” and “You Belong with Me”, Fearless became the best-selling album of 2009 in the United States. The album won four Grammy Awards, with Swift becoming the youngest Album of the Year winner. Swift was the sole writer of her 2010 album, Speak Now. It debuted at number one in the United States and the single “Mean” won two Grammy Awards. Her fourth album, Red (2012), yielded the successful singles “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” and “I Knew You Were Trouble”. With her fifth album, the pop-focused 1989 (2014), she became the first act to have three albums sell a million copies within one week in the United States. Its singles “Shake It Off”, “Blank Space”, and “Bad Blood” reached number one in the US, Australia, and Canada. The album received three Grammy Awards, and Swift became the first woman and fifth act overall to win Album of the Year twice. The 2015 eponymous concert tour for 1989 became one of highest-grossing of the decade.As a songwriter, Swift has received awards from the Nashville Songwriters Association and the Songwriters Hall of Fame. She is also the recipient of ten Grammy Awards, five Guinness World Records, one Emmy Award, 23 Billboard Music Awards, 11 Country Music Association Awards, eight Academy of Country Music Awards, and one Brit Award. Swift is one of the best-selling artists of all time, having sold more than 40 million albums—including 27.1 million in the US—and 130 million single downloads. She has appeared in Time’s 100 most influential people in the world (2010 and 2015), Forbes’ top-earning women in music (2011–2015), Forbes’ 100 most powerful women (2015), and Forbes Celebrity 100 (2016). She was the youngest woman to be included in the third of these and ranked first in Celebrity 100-

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I've always wanted to be a writer, but I've never had much luck when it comes to writing the first sentence. And I have so many good ideas! What advice can you give on creating a gripping first sentence?

Hi there indeed!

First sentences are so terribly unpleasant. They are one of the more widely experienced struggles for sure. Personally, I often have trouble thinking of an opening scene, let alone a sentence. But let’s see what styles of sentences we can use to grip the reader in a few words.

1. A bold or even peculiar statement: When you start your piece with a statement, you are making an assertion, which often catches the reader off-guard simply with its very telling nature.

Examples from classic literature:

“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”- George Orwell’s 1984

Notice that not only is it a statement, it’s a peculiar one. After all, clocks don’t normally strike thirteen. And thus, the reader is intrigued.

“Mother died today.”- Albert Camus’ The Stranger

Imagine if someone just walked up on the street and said that to you. How jarring. It certainly grips the attention.

2. A Question: This one is a little shifty. The point of an opening question is to make someone think, so make sure that you actually have something important or impactful to open with. In addition, make sure that the question has relevance later- in the form of an answer, or a recurring theme. 

3. Humor: One of the best ways to grab my attention is with a good joke. I love a good sense of humor. That is why this

“There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.” - C.S. Lewis’ The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

is one of my favorite opening lines. 

However, the trouble with humor is that it is only suitable for stories of a certain tone. After all, the opening sentence is going to be your reader’s first impression of the book, and first impressions matter very match. In fact, that is something that you want to keep in mind for all of them.

Actually, now that I am digging around, I have found some really excellent resources for you, probably better than what I can do. 

So, here is a great list of 20 Different Kinds of Opening Lines, and 100 Best Opening Lines of Famous Novels.

I also just remembered I answered a similiar ask a little while ago! (x) There is even more advice there for you to check out.

And just a few more notes for you:

-If you are having trouble starting, put it off. Write something that happens later and come back to the beginning. As I said, the beginning, especially the opening line, is the first impression the reader gets of the story, which means that you want to give an accurate representation of what it’s going to hold. We get to know our stories best through actually writing them, so often, the correct title or the perfect opening doesn’t actually become clear until much later.

I accidentally used up my two notes in one note. The points were 1) put if off if you need to, and 2) keep in mind that this indeed a first impression.

Take inspiration from the examples above, keep in mind your story’s tone and the voice of it’s narrator, and you will find a theme that suits it.

But don’t feel too much pressure. Opening lines are meant to be gripping, yes, but they will be quickly forgotten as the story goes on. Your’re just beginning a story, not picking the words that go on your grave forever. ;)


Bestselling horror author Joe Hill (The Fireman, Horns, Locke & Key) - who also happens to be the son of Stephen King - will release a new book titled Strange Weather on October 24 via William Morrow.

The 448-page tome collects four new novellas: “Snapshot,” “Aloft,” “Rain,” and “Loaded.” More information can be found in the synopsis below. You can also read an excerpt on EW.

Keep reading


For Aboriginal Day (one day late! 😨) I wanted to share the story of me, on the left with mi mamá, and my best friend @vickyistheawesomest pictured on the right with her boyfriend!💖

We have known each other since we were 11 and 13. I am now 17, and Vicky just turned 19. We are both mixed race - Vicky is Cheyenne from her bio father’s side, and I am Cherokee and native Mexican on my mother’s side. Over time we have both become more acquainted with our identity as indigenous Americans (I myself, after learning more about my own culture, discovered that I am 2spirit, and plan on transitioning in the future).
Right now Vicky and I are both art students in college. We hope to get involved tribally and meeting more people of our nations very soon though!

From me and Vicky to you - HAPPY ABORIGINAL DAY!!! ✊

Valedictorian Speech

Good evening.

If there’s one thing that I learned, it’s that endings never work out the way you want them to—that they’re terrible, and this one is no different. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing the last chapter of a good book , or the last afternoon of summer. Endings are like flat tires and wet pairs of socks and cold dinners. They’re the sort of thing that—no matter the effort, no matter the discipline—no one can get right.
This is one of those days for us. When we have to say goodbye to everything familiar and safe and be exposed to a new world out there while leaving great memories behind.
But believe me when I say, there are far greater things ahead than any we leave.
What we can’t do is live our lives always afraid of the next goodbye and the coming beginning, because chances are they’re not going to stop. The trick is to recognize when a goodbye can be a good thing: when it’s a chance to start again. And although our high school life has to end, our love for each other doesn’t.

And I don’t think I can set foot into the new world without guardian angels on my side and on my heart.
-This one’s to the teachers, who took minutes of their own time to deliver a message to us.
-To the teachers who tolerated our class room drama and helped us be the best
-Who let us sneak snacks in class and pretended they didn’t see us, although obviously the class smelt like food.
-To the ones who understood our cravings, and made their wives cook for us because they knew how much food meant to us.
-To the teachers who took us out to play paintball and were the reason for our bruises. But that’s okay because they were a good kind of bruises. The memorable kind. The kind you never want to get rid of.
-To the teachers who developed our skills in various way and guided our way to success.
Thank you.

And then there are those lovely tremendous and extraordinary people sitting among you. Our families and parents and brothers and sisters.

-So, this one’s for my Mother, who I could tell everything to and who always understood me, advised me and gave me all she had. Who dried my tears when I had a broken heart, defended me even when I was wrong and taught me that the world is cruel but I’m strong enough to survive in it.
-To my father, who not only spent half of his paycheck so I can buy new clothes and travel out of the country or get a proper education, but who was also very open minded and not afraid to expose me to new things out there because he knew that to gain experience and wisdom, I had to see the good and the bad of everything.
Mom, dad, just because I’m graduating or possibly going anywhere doesn’t mean your roles as parents end here. I’ll always need you no matter how many times I say I don’t.
-To my brothers, both of them, who loved me, cared for me and drove me around when I needed a ride.
-To my sisters, the ones i never had but whom my best friends played the perfect role of, who were there for me through the ups and downs and happy and sad times.
Thank you.

And last but not least, This one’s for the bunch of kids sitting way over there about to get their diplomas, graduate and be free and not kids anymore. Me among them, of course.

I know that we’ll all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are nor stories. This is happening. We are here, gathered by the people who love us the most in the world. We’re the heroes of our time, we’re infinite as the universe and we’re making a promise to always remember that our young hearts should always shoot for the stars and change the world.

When I think of each and every personality of you guys, I just realize that this year would have been completely different if any of you were missing. I admit that I probably didn’t get along with like a quarter of you. Okay, half of you? Three quarters? Ok, let’s not push it.

So, fellow graduates and young volcanoes, this one’s to you,
-To the girl who likes reading, good music and wanderlust
-To the girl who likes helping people and is the friendliest and kindest person I ever met
-To the girl whose face goes red as a tomato when someone talks to her
-To our future Einstein
-To the girl who can make us laugh no matter how serious the situation is.
-To the girl who can’t wait to graduate and get out of here.
-To the girls who like good music and have an awesome fashion sense
-To the girls whose laugh is funnier than the joke itself
-To the girls who like drawing, singing, dancing and just having fun.
-And To the neat/ sarcastic/ intelligent/confident/kind hearted and remarkable girls I know.
-To those interested in photography.
-To the guy who’s so smart in calculus, physics and Ap chemistry, that Walter White from Breaking Bad probably died because he wasn’t as brilliant as him.
-To the musicians who banged their drums and strummed their guitars and made everyone happy.
-To the guy whose best quality is that he’s caring, responsible and short, just like I am.
-To the guys who’re creative and misunderstood and always hungry, and to the guy who’s anti-mainstream. Although being anti-mainstream is actually mainstream.
-To the guy who’s the main reason I even came to this school and will always be known for his curly hair, golden voice and amazing basketball skills.
-To the guy who puts the B in BOSS, and likes being called The President.
-To the guy who likes football more than his own mother.
-To the guys I probably never had a real conversation with until this very day but I still won’t forget them.

-And most importantly, to the class of 2014 who, let’s admit it, is the best thing that ever happened to this school. Right?

So, I hope you enjoyed my speech and if you did not, I hope you had a good nap.
I’ve had enough memories in this school to keep me smiling all summer, and even after if I wasn’t going to college in September. So, enjoy the rest of the evening, and the rest of your life, save your tears for later, say what you always wanted to say tonight with no fear or regrets because you might not have another chance, and make even more memories to tell your children when you grow up.
Friends, families and everyone joining us tonight, You know what they say it’s not a goodbye, it’s a see you later.
I love you guys,

Thank you.

(-written by Menna Mahdy)

Technicolour (Betty x Jughead)

Song: Technicolour beat by Oh Wonder

Pairing: Betty x Jughead

Description: Betty has another fight with her mom which ends in tears. Jughead finds her and knows just what to do to cheer up the girl next door.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1141

 “You can’t keep me from seeing my friends, Mom.” Betty said, staring at her mom firmly. Alice Cooper’s temper flared as she looked upon her daughter. Everything began to spin out of control the minute Betty mentioned spending the night at Veronica’s house.

“I don’t want you associating yourself with those greedy, manipulative Lodge women,” she replied coolly, “You’re too smart for that and if that girl is anything like her mother, trouble follows.” Betty felt a pang of anger creeping its way out.

“She’s not like that! And neither is her mom. Stop assuming you know what they’re like when you don’t even have a clue!”

“Don’t you dare raise your voice to me!” her mom yelled back at her.

“When you insult my friends I’ll do whatever I have to do to defend them!” Betty retorted. In a flash, Alice Cooper raised a hand to her daughter and slapped her. Shocked, Betty fell to the ground, cradling her throbbing face in her hands. Tears pricked at the edges of her eyes and she stood up, running out of the house, ignoring her mother’s calls after her. She ran until she couldn’t find the strength to take another step. Breathless, she looked around and found herself at the park where she, Archie, and Jughead would play together after school when they were kids. The swings swayed lightly in the wind in a way that looked inviting. Betty walked over to one and sat down, hunching over and holding her head in her hands. After a few moments she heard a car pull up on the side of the road. Bracing herself, thinking it was her mother, she clutched onto the cold metal chains holding the swing up and held her breath.

“Betty!” a familiar voice called out to her. Recognizing who it was, she let out a relieved sigh.

“Jughead, it’s you,” she said thankful, “I thought you were my mom.” The raven haired boy exited the car and walked over to her, concern etched onto his face. 

“How did you find me?” she continued.

Whenever she saw Jughead, Betty immediately felt at ease. She could always count on him to be there when she needed him most, and right now she craved his company more than ever.

“I saw you run out of the house. I knew something was wrong, so I grabbed my dad’s truck to follow you,” he answered.

He knelt down in front of her and grabbed the chains of the swing, steadying them so he could look her in the eye.

“You okay?” he asked cautiously. Betty peered into his blue eyes and sighed. There wasn’t any use in pretending. Somehow or another she’d end up telling him everything.

“No,” she answered honestly. She proceeded to tell Jughead everything, from the invite to Veronica’s house to the fight with her mom that ensued afterwards. He listened quietly as she spoke, never interrupting to ask questions. She intentionally left out the part where her mom slapped her, knowing full well that he wouldn’t take to the information lightly. She looked down at her entangled hands in her lap when she was done. Jughead stayed quiet for a few beats.

“That’s not all,” he murmured matter-of-factly.

“What do you mean?” she asked, knowing full well what he was talking about. She still didn’t look at him.

“Betts come on. I know you. You don’t run out of the house after having a fight like that with your mom.  Something’s different,” he said. He placed two fingers on her chin bringing her face up to look him in the eye. As he did, he saw the beginning of a bruise start to form on her right cheek. He grazed his fingertips lightly over her discolored skin. Betty shivered from the contact.

“She hit you?” he whispered. Betty could hear the hurt in his voice and sighed, tears falling down her face. They both were silent as Jughead processed this. He stood up and grabbed Betty’s hand, taking her over to the truck.

“Get in,” he said. He headed over to the driver’s side and slid inside, starting the car and bringing it to life.

“Where are we going?” she asked, sliding into the passenger’s side. Jughead didn’t answer her and instead drove off onto the highway. The drive didn’t last very long, and both passengers were silent the whole way. Jughead pulled off of the highway and headed a few miles down an abandoned road. A few moments later, they pair pulled up to the parking lot of a large open meadow. Jughead hopped out of the car and stepped over to the passenger’s side, letting Betty out. Wordlessly, he grabbed her hand and guided her towards the back of the truck, hopping up into the bed and bringing her with him.

“Sit,” he said, taking a seat himself and leaning back. Betty tentatively sat next to him and snuggled up into his side. Instinctively, Jughead draped his right arm across her shoulders and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“You wanna tell me what this is all about?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Well it’s already working since you’re laughing,” he smiled. His fingertips traced the bare skin on her arms making her shiver.

“Look up,” he instructed. Betty looked up and gasped. Being so far away from the bright lights of Riverdale made it easier to see the millions of starts that dotted the night sky.

“Remember when we were kids,” he continued softly, “and you got mad at Archie for breaking you bike when he was trying to do tricks?” Betty nodded and smiled at the memory. Jughead had been the one to hold her hand when she cried over her bike and distracted her by taking her a nearby hill to watch the clouds and try to find pictures in each one.

“I wanted to take you someplace where you could just clear your mind for a little while. I know that parents can be a little crazy and think they always know best. But really, in the end, were the ones that are meant to make our own decisions. If we go by someone else’s story then we just become a secondary character. And you, Ms. Cooper, are a leading lady,” he said smiling down at her. Betty looked up at her best friend beaming. Without any hesitation, she leaned up and kissed him. For so long she had been wanting to show the boy she loved how much she cared about him, and in this moment, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Jughead had returned the kiss adamantly, not stopping until the two were out of breath.

“You always know just what I need to hear, Jughead Jones,” Betty said softly.

“I would do anything for you” he responded, holding her tightly.