please help you guys please!!!!

To all my writers out there, particularly fanfic writers because I am one and I’m feelin this hardcore

  • It’s okay that you haven’t written for a while, you can take breaks.
  • You can start writing again whenever you want, you don’t need an excuse.
  • If you would still like an excuse, here it is: I want you to start again, you should totally do it.
  • It’s ok if you’re out of practice, you’ll pick up traction again.
  • We’re all learners and its good to have role models, but try to be better than the writer were before, and try less to be ‘as good as’ someone else.
  • It’s alright to abandon a piece if you have no enthusiasm or passion left for it.
  • It’s okay to be needlessly dramatic.
  • It’s okay to be needlessly ridiculous.
  • Write the crackfic, write the rarepair, or write the popular pair. Write what you want to write.
  • Yes someone has probably written this scene before.
  • Write it anyway if you want to write it.
  • Yeah that trope has probably been done a million times.
  • Use it anyway if you want to use it.
  • Probably there are people who are tired of reading about that AU.
  • Write it anyway, they don’t have to read it.
  • Respect your audience, but don’t let other people dictate what you create.
  • Reblog your own work. Be proud of it. You deserve to pat yourself on the back.
  • I’m proud of you, you’re doing great.
  • Keep writing, keep making stuff. People will care. 
  • Future you will especially care.

for my brother.

so you guys, about a month my brother and his dog, thor, were shot. my brother didn’t make it but luckily thor did. my brother loved thor more than anything and he’d make sure thor was fed before he’d even feed himself. Thor is just a big loving baby who was my brothers bestfriend. Thor suffered a gunshot wound to the head and he’s doing better but taking care of my brother’s baby is definitely a challenge. it’s my family’s mission to make sure thor has the best life he can ever have. I lost my brother and Thor lost his master, his caretaker, and his bestfriend as well so you can understand how hard this can be on everyone. my family started a gofundme. any donation is helpful..no donation is ever too small and if you can’t donate please just share. literally anything helps you guys. please love those close to you, peace and love <3

Hey guys! 

So I’m reopening commissions, but only simple bust sketches! Anything would help! Commission info is simple, so keep reading below to learn more! Thanks kids!

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Hey,, I never thought I would have to do this but i need help. I’m a 17 year old trans man moving out of my abusive home on August 4th and I have no funds to my name and I’m staying with a friend currently but I found a cheap apartment I can stay at with a room mate but I need help.. If anyone can donate to repetitiveroutine@gmail.com on paypal or commission me PLEASE do.. Even a dollar can help immensely and if you cant donate please reblog and boost it please. Thank you to ANYONE who can donate

VOMIT WARNING (I know some people don’t like that, so just a warning)

Because I’m spiraling into a Voltron writing obsession, here’s another college AU, based loosely on my own experiences ayyyyyy *finger guns*

(Also you should definitely send me some prompts because I want to write more Voltron but don’t know what else to write)


“So I was thinking we could-” Keith started, but was once again, for what must have been the hundredth time today, cut off by Lance.

“-Hey, have you guys seen that video?”

Keith and Hunk groaned in frustration.

Shiro sighed. “You did it again, Lance.”

Keith let out an exasperated sigh. “Lance! You can’t keep-Lance! I’m talking to you. Will you pay attention for like, FIVE minutes? Or even TWO?”

Lance snapped his attention back to Keith. “Hmm?”

Keith clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling in his chest. Lance was completely unable to focus. On ANYTHING. He had been distracted and disruptive all day, bouncing off the walls and going off on tangents that were completely unrelated to what anybody was talking about.

Keith was exhausted just trying to keep up with him. Even Shiro, ever patient Shiro, was growing frustrated with him.

“What’s WITH you today?”

“I…uh…too much coffee, I guess.” Lance said, glancing around uncomfortably before hopping out of his seat and grabbing all his stuff.

“Lance, what’s going o-”

“-I have to go do homework!”

Keith, Shiro and Hunk watched as Lance hurried off.

“What…was that?” Hunk asked. “I mean he’s always been…crazy but not like THIS.”

“Uh…coffee, apparently.” Shiro frowned.

Lance burst into his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was just annoying everyone, but he couldn’t help it. He tried, he tried SO hard, but he was completely and totally unable to focus.

He had completely forgotten to take his medication this morning, and he didn’t realize it until nearly five PM, and by that time it was too late. If he took it now, he wouldn’t sleep that night, and he needed to sleep.

He knew it was a lost cause, but he was going to try and get some studying done.

Instead of studying, he found himself spinning in his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling to count the tiles.

While he was spinning, some Velcro from one of his projects caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was taping half of it to the wall, and half to his hands.

Keith walked in right as he was about to launch himself off the bed and onto the wall.

“Lance!”

“Yes, roomie?” Lance asked, bouncing up and down on the bed lightly.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down!”

“I wanted to be SpiderMan.”

“You wanted to be spider-get down!” He cried, throwing his hands in the air. “I thought you were studying.”

“I was going to…but then I got sidetracked.” He said, slowly coming to a standstill.

“Okay, this,” Keith said, gesturing from the wall to Lance, “is NOT a good idea. Seriously.”

Lance sighed. “Yeah I guess you’re right - hey have you seen that video?”

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t…you need to be a bit more specific. What video are you talking about?”

“The…uh…guy who ate weed brownies and thought he was dead. Ooh! There’s this really good show on Netflix. The Flash, have you heard of it?Season one isn’t great, but it gets better. Have you watched it?”

Keith blinked. “No, I haven’t. Lance, are you alright?”

“Peachy. Why?”

“You’re all over the place, man.”

Lance’s face hardened, and he got off the bed and went to sit at his desk. “I told you. I had too much coffee.”

“Um…okay.”

Keith sat on his bed, facing Lance. 

He watched as Lance struggled to calm himself enough to focus. 

He watched as Lance tapped his pencil on the desk incessantly and rolled back and forth in his chair while he stared at his laptop. He must have gotten up fifteen times to go walk to their mini fridge and walk back to his seat.

Then, Lance straightened in his chair and pressed a hand to his stomach. A grimace crossed his face and he stood up.

“Lance? Are you okay?”

“Stomachache.” He bit out, gritting his teeth as he climbed into bed.

Keith frowned. “Are you going to be sick?”

“I don’t…maybe.” He groaned.

“What happened? You were fine literally a minute ago.”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” He groaned, curling into himself as tightly as possible.

“Lance-”

“-I’m FINE. This happens a lot. Leave me alone.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded. “Do you need to see a doctor?”

Lance let out a heavy sigh. “I have…nnngh…I have ADHD.”

“That…what does that have to do with your stomach?”

“I forgot to take my meds. This is a side effect.”

“Oh shit.” Keith said, his eyebrows shooting up. “Do you need anything?”

“I just need to…r-ride it out.” He groaned, gripping the blankets and writhing in pain. Sharp, stabbing, cramping pains were shooting across his abdomen in waves.

“Are you sure?”

Lance just groaned in pain, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Okay, I’m calling Shiro.”

“No-”

“-it’s not up for discussion, Lance.” He said firmly.

Lance whimpered in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

Keith dialed Shiro’s number, keeping his eyes on Lance.

“Hey, Keith.”

“Shiro, we need you over here.”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s Lance.”

“What happened with Lance?”

“He has a really bad stomachache…he’s writhing in pain in bed and I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he have a fever?”

“I don’t-Lance, do you have a fever?”

“No, idiot. I don’t have a fever.” Lance spat. “I’m not SICK, you don’t need to call Sh-Shiro…I’m f-ngggh.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t have a fever.”

“Give him something for the pain, I’ll be there soon.”

A wave of nausea rolled over him, and he got out of bed and made a b-line for the bathroom.

Lance slammed the door shut, and leaned over the toilet to empty his stomach. When he emerged from the bathroom, pale and shaky, Shiro was there.

“Are you alright?” He asked, pressing his hand to Lance’s cheek.

Lance batted his hand away. “I’m fine.”

Throwing up almost always brought relief when this happened. He felt mostly better, his stomach still hurt but it was nowhere as bad as before.

“You’re not fine.” Shiro said, shaking his head. Lance groaned, thoroughly irritated at all the attention he was getting.

Keith pursed his lips. “He says it’s a side effect from not taking his medication.”

Shiro frowned. “What? What medication?”

Lance clenched his jaw. “I have ADHD. I forgot to take my medication and that’s why I was so unbearable today.”

“Lance, you weren’t-”

“I annoyed you…I know I was.  I knew when I kept cutting you off.  I know how annoying I get when I don’t take them…I tried really hard to stop…to be normal, but I couldn’t.  I’m sorry.” Lance said, his eyes filling with tears. 

“Look,” Shiro started.  “I’ll admit…I was getting frustrated.”

“Me too, but dude, it wasn’t just that you were annoying.  We knew something was up, you’re not usually this…uh…”

“All over the place.” Shiro supplied. 

“Yeah, that.  You’re not usually all over the place like this.”

“We were just worried.” 

Lance looked at them.  “You were?”

Both Shiro and Keith nodded.  “Yeah.”

Lance sighed.  “I don’t really tell people,..ever.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” Shiro asked. “We’re your friends. Did you think we’d judge you?”

“Well…yeah…kind of.” Lance muttered, bringing his eyes to the floor.

Keith shook his head. “Why would we judge you for that? So what? What…uh…is ADHD?”

Lance rubbed his forehead. “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I can’t focus, basically. Look, as much as I’d love to continue this…health lesson…I’m exhausted.”

Shiro nodded. “Yeah…thank you though, for telling us. We don’t think any less of you, you know.”

Lance hung his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I appreciate that, thanks.”

“Get some sleep, feel better.” Shiro said, clapping him on the back. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Keith walked him to the door as Lance got back into bed. “Thanks, Shiro.”

“Anytime.”

PLEASE READ—HELP ME PUBLISH MY BOOK

I’m an aspiring novelist. I’m currently in the process of trying to complete and publish my first book, which will be a modern retelling of Edgar Allen Poe’s Annabel Lee, about the trials that two teenage boys face falling in love in an early time period. As an LGBT writer, I want to create more stories with diversity and representation available for teens and young adults.

I need to gain support, for this book. It seems a little silly to ask, but this will never become a thing unless there is a real following and genuine interest for the story. I was told that gaining interest on social media is the best and most efficient way to start my career and make a living from this.

Truly, this will NOT be able to happen without tremendous support from all of my followers, as well as anyone who wants to support diversity in young adult literature and young, aspiring authors.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, if you are at all interested in reading, knowing more about, or supporting me and this story, LIKE AND REBLOG this post. Gaining a following is one of the biggest and most important steps in gaining the momentum needed to self publish or to get a decent publisher, and any support, whether it is liking or reblogging this post OR following my blog, it would be IMMENSELY helpful.

Tumblr has always shown momentous support when it’s been needed, and I would really, really appreciate anyone who is willing to help get this jump started. I will be posting excerpts, updates, and recording my experience as it happens, as well as continuing my regular prompt filling that I do now.

Thank you SO much in advance, and please feel free to send me an ask if you’re interested in learning more!

Nu’est ‘Hello’ has been nominated on Inkigayo!

Looks like our outrage and streaming has paid off a little! Pinch me I’m dreaming…

So, the trouble is we international fans cannot vote on Inkigayo (…again…unless you have a Korean phone number) but we CAN help voting by raising views on Nu’est’s official channel!
I made a helpy playlist here: 
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLVnp9LN3HTD8qhDr4LWDV-t0WAqDm3-lZ
It’s Hello with other more recent Nu’est bops popped in between each play to help youtube think you’re actually listening and not spamming. 
Stuff to know: NO incognito mode this time, 720hd or higher, volume at 50% or higher (you can turn off your speakers but why would you) and clear your cache at the end of the playlist, repeat! 
If anything wacky changes (bc ISTG these rules change like the winds) I’ll let you know. 

May the gods watch over you,May the Pale tree guide your way, and may the Spirits of the Wild keep you safe from harm.

Sending out prayers and good thoughts to all our Guild Wars community members in Florida waiting for Irma to make landfall,for those in Texas trying to recover from Harvey,and all those others caught in the natural disasters circling the entire world. Stay as safe you can guys ❤❤❤

  • Jonathan didn’t always have the money for lunch, and great granny didn’t have the money to spare either. More often than not, he brought his own food from home. His lunches usually consisted of simple recipes and left over food from the night before.
  • Of course, that didn’t stop the bullies from stealing and destroying what was usually his only meal for the day. Sometimes they’d even eat his own food in front of him. That marked the last time he ever bought any of his freshly harvested corn for lunch, even though it was absolutely delicious.
  • Jonathan sat alone during lunch and found himself staring out the window quite a lot, watching the birds. He envied their freedom.
  • He was actually super agile and amazingly strong when it came to gym class. That boy could climb a rope faster than anyone else. Unfortunately he got teased for it and didn’t want to participate out of fear.
  • In fact, he could’ve been a great athlete if it wasn’t for the constant bullying in the locker room. His lanky physique made him an easy target. This is where the infamous nickname “Ichabod Crane” originated.
  • Unfortunately, he didn’t have a good relationships with any of the teachers. Most of them despised the Keeny family and encouraged the bullying. Nobody every questioned any of this because it was considered normal back then.
  • Jonathan spent many afternoons and evenings in the school’s library, surrounded by his favorite books. It was here that he taught himself everything that the school could not. He refused to be as close-minded as his peers. Jon enjoyed the classics most of all, but he also had a fondness for poetry, especially Edgar Allan Poe.
  • This is how he learned to be seen and not heard, finding refuge in the library because it was the one place his bullies wouldn’t set foot in.
  • Sometimes the librarian would find Jonathan fast asleep in the back of the room, hidden away from the world. Most of the time, she let him sleep in peace. This is in part thanks to their unspoken bond.
  • The librarian was very familiar with his family; word spreads fast in a small town. She sympathized with the young boy’s struggles. The library was his safe haven growing up, and she respected that.
  • Jonathan was very careful and protective of his books. They were a source knowledge and hope for him, that’s also why he was allowed to check-out books for a longer period than the other students. After he graduated, the librarian gifted him a first edition copy of Ulysses to replace the one his great grandmother confiscated and burned several years before. He still has it as an adult, it’s one of the few things that holds sentimental value to him.
  • Outside of school, his favorite place to read and relax was a giant Georgia Oak tree. He learned to climb it as a way to hide from his abusers. Sometimes he spared his lunch to feet the birds who nested within it’s branches.
Help

Me: The Lego movies teach people to be inclusive to people who are different than them, accepting people for who and what they are. 

My dad: “It’s also teaching and influencing the young people in this country to engage in activities they were not born into (being gay). Now when the children play with legos, they might think…do not try to teach our young children that it’s okay…”

Me

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The kickstarter to get these babs made into acrylic charms is now live [HERE]! Please consider adopting a lab rat Hange if you’d like or spreading the word would also be really helpful!

There’s a first 10 early bird backer tier at a special price if you can snag one!

anonymous asked:

You know, I think after watching that movie, Reader would dress up as La Muerte and get Black Hat to be Xibalba

CAN WE GET SOMEONE WITH ART SKILLS ON THIS PLEASE?!?!

BH: I’m not doing that!

Reader: Oh, come on Black Hat! It’s Halloween! Give the kids a bit of fun!

BH: I would rather be having fun.

Reader: Just shut up and start handing out candy.

*Reader proceeds to pass out sweets to children at front gate while BH stands around and scares the crap out of random passers by*