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anonymous asked:

That sucks about Cummings and diversity and comics. They are the kind of people that want marvel to stop being so incompetent with its sjw stuff (Carl manvers, America Chavez, squirrel girl)

criticizing super hero comics for being too “social justice warrior” has always been so funny to me because like, buddy, that’s what super heroes are haha always have been too, not my fault you’ve only ever read the killing joke 


Merriam-Webster’s Kory Stamper takes on the sexist use of “hysterical” in this twitter thread.

“tl;dr: data shows “hysterical is usu. gendered and negative in tone, so next time you’re about to call a woman “hysterical,” don’t. FIN”

(Das gilt für das Deutsche übrigens auch.)

Old Friends, New Beginnings

I was halfway through writing A CONJURING OF LIGHT when I realized I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. 

My characters were on a boat in the middle of the sea, en route to a floating market, when I called my editor, Miriam, and said, “I’m not done.”

Miriam asked if I needed another book in the Shades of Magic arc—an idea we’d floated once or twice, when trying to decide if the series was a trilogy or a quartet—and I said no. There was a story I was telling in Shades of Magic, a story that started with a simple black stone, a story I wanted to finish.

CONJURING was the book where I was supposed to tie off all the threads. Closed the doors. Write the end.

And I did.

But I also took a chance.

As I wrote, I starting weaving in a few new threads. Not many. Just enough to catch the lock, keep the door from closing all the way.

By the time I finished Shades of Magic, I’d started Threads of Power.

I knew I wanted to tell a new story, one that included the cast of Shades of Magic without focusing exclusively on them. I envisioned a set of three interconnecting books, each with its own protagonist—a tinkerer who can pull the threads of magic, a noble who has her birthright stolen, a con artist born with a lucky streak but no power—their lives intertwining against a backdrop where a prince has become king, a thief has become a pirate, and new dangers are beginning to threaten the three Londons.

And here we are.

I couldn’t be happier to announce that the story that began with a peculiar coat and a picked pocket will officially continue. Not because I dreamed it, but because readers have loved Shades of Magic enough to force it on their friends, neighbors, colleagues, because my agent believed and my editor believed and my publisher believed and you believed it was possible.

The first three books in the new deal will be Threads of Power. The fourth will be a project tentatively titled BLACK TABS–about a female assassin in futuristic NYC. Additionally, I’m writing VENGEFUL, the sequel to VICIOUS, and a stand-alone story called THE INVISIBLE LIFE OF ADDIE LA RUE, about a girl who makes a Faustian bargain to live forever, only to be forgotten by everyone she meets.

For full details on the new deal, head HERE

V.E. Schwab signs $1M deal with Tor Books
The Shades of Magic author will write four more books with the sci-fi/fantasy publisher

The deal comprises a brand-new trilogy called the Threads of Power, which will be set in the same world as the Shades of Magic series, as well as a fourth, separate book starring a female assassin in a future version of New York City.

“I am over the moon,” Schwab tells EW. “Tor’s dedication has been unwavering, and, alongside my formidable editor, I can’t wait to introduce new leads, explore uncharted ground, and revisit old friends.” [x]

+ Victoria has been sharing some details about the new trilogy on her twitter, including that we will have new lead characters plus the entire surviving cast from ACOL. According to her, Threads of Power is set 5-10 years after the events in ACOL and “there is a favor, an unkillable king, and a girl who can pull on the threads of magic.

mattykinsel  asked:

Why is rent theft?

For the same reason that profit is theft. It’s based on the owning class exploiting the real needs of the working class. Landlords “earn” rent just by virtue of owning property and tenants having no choice but to fork over large chunks of their paychecks, similar to how capitalists “earn” profits just by virtue of owning the means of production and exploiting the working class’s labor power. The common thread is that workers/tenants have no meaningful choice in the destiny of their work and living conditions. The solution, like with the actual economy, is to democratize living conditions and end absentee ownership of real estate; like with workplaces, apartments should be controlled by the people actually using them. 


V.E. Schwab signs $1M deal with Tor Books
The Shades of Magic author will write four more books with the sci-fi/fantasy publisher

HUGE NEWS, Schwab fans! We’re so excited to share that Tor Books has signed a deal for 4 more books by V.E. Schwab. That’s in addition to the reissue of Vicious and the brand new sequel Vengeance! The new books will include a new trilogy set in the world of Shades of Magic, called Threads of Power, and another book about a female assassin in a future New York. We can’t wait! Can you?


So I re-set up my altar this morning.

When I went on my spiritual hiatus I took it all down and packed it into boxes.

Unfortunately the space where my old altar was isn’t there anymore so I’ve had to make do on top of a book case, but I like it. I’ve laid out all my crystals but my favourite is my Celestite geode. Celestite is good for communicating with angels so it makes sense to have it in the middle :)

The incense I use is pictured, it’s my absolute favourite incense ever, especially angel’s touch. (If you hadn’t guessed I have a thing for angels).

I’ve also put my new golden thread tarot cards in there to give them a thorough cleanse and charge.

I’m feeling good :)


fandom: monsta x
member/reader: wonho, female
genre/warning(s): smut, sub!wonho, forced silence, 
length: 2K+
summary: [request] in which wonho thinks you’ve neglected him during finals week
a/n: reupload bc i accidentally deleted in my cleaning spree of utter doom

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hamelin-born  asked:

May I please request darkcreature!gramander fluff? With the two of them as dark creatures, but still so very much happy and in love with one another?

[a/n] @hamelin-born of course! I’d be happy to! Sorry this sat in my inbox so long. It was super fun to write though (I admit, fluff is not my strong suit. I’m not super practiced at it… but I hope this suffices!). Besides, it’s about time I give the boys some comfort and fluff. Maybe I should make it a thing. 1 fluff for every 5 fics of pain. XD Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by dannywitwers

There were many sides of Graves that Newt loved. He loved the director that could back him into a corner, all long lines and powerful edges, and simply devour him with hot breath and even hotter lips. He loved the man that woke up earlier despite going to bed late, just to help Newt with his chores around the enclosures of his case. He loved the friend that made sure to walk Queenie home after an unexpectedly late night at the office. He loved the sympathetic human being that decided to turn a blind eye to a certain kind no-maj and his bakery when he realized just where those creature-inspired pastries Newt loved so much were coming from. He loved the way he doted on the Niffler when he thought Newt wasn’t looking, or how he seemed particularly in awe of the powerful grace of the Nundu despite their dangerous (and very illegal) presence.

He loved him when he had Newt in his arms, his lips at his shoulder whispering kind words into his freckled skin. He loved him when he woke up trembling and he loved him when he lost himself beneath Newt’s touch and he loved him when he tried to hide the fact that he used reading glasses because he thought it made him old.

There were many sides of Graves that Newt loved. But this one… Graves curled up on the couch – hair mussed and sleepy eyed and clad in an old and battered Ilvermorny sweater – dozing sweetly with the faintest snore… This was one of his favorites.

Newt came to stand beside the couch and delicately set the bowl of oil he had been carrying down on the side table before leaning down to gently check Graves’ temperature by pressing his forehead up against the other man’s brow. Warm, still feverish from the change. Newt nodded, expecting no less, before gently taking the paperwork from Graves’ slack grip and gently setting it aside as well.

“M’not done with that,” Graves mumbled, one eye cracked open to watch Newt with a frown – but he made no move to stop him. Newt smiled.

“It’ll still be here for you later,” he said simply, before turning back to the director and gently brushing a sweaty lock of hair from his brow. Even narrow as they were, he could still see amber peeking out inside the dark depths of Graves’ brown eyes. “How are we feeling?”

“Told you m’fine,” Graves groused even as he sunk a little more into the baggy comfort of his sweater, his jaw tipping instinctively into the callused curve of Newt’s hand as he brought it down to cup his face. “I need to get used to this.”

Newt sighed, amused and a little impatient.

“You can’t just will this away, Percival,” he said as he took one of Graves’ trembling hands into his own and willed heat into his fingers – easing the tremor from the director’s bones. “What you really need to get used to is taking care of yourself.”

Graves scowled even as a deep, contented purr blossomed in his chest from Newt’s administrations.

“I don’t have time to take off after every full moon, Newt,” he said.

“One day a month wouldn’t kill you,” Newt pressed as he eased his thumbs into the aching flesh between the tendons of Graves’ hand and moved up to start rubbing away the ache in the man’s wrist – slightly swollen from the transformation earlier that morning. “If you don’t listen to your body, it’ll make you listen. The last thing you or your team needs is their director passing out in the middle of MACUSA because you pushed yourself too hard.”

Graves looked away at that, more awake now than he had been – a cute little wrinkle between his brows from frowning. Newt apologetically kissed his hand at the sight of his troubled look. Graves wasn’t used to having to take it easy. Before Grindelwald, his power had been uncontested. His body had been strong, his magic even stronger. According to Tina, the man never got sick. His work had been his life. Sometimes he even slept in his office. He had never needed to slow down before. To rest.

And like many things, Grindelwald robbed him of that too.

Newt hadn’t believed it at first. He had never heard of a man becoming a werewolf without having been bitten by one. But sure enough, when they found Graves he was half mad from starvation and captivity and the pain of his oncoming transformation. And there hadn’t even been so much as a scar to suggest the man had ever been bitten. Graves had tried to warn them, though. He howled at them to close the door – to leave. The aurors just thought him crazed and panicked. They didn’t listen. They advanced on him with soothing whispers and eager hands, and all the while Newt couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong as he watched Graves press himself as far into the corner as he could – small and terribly thin and trembling. Eyes on the window. Afraid.

Afraid of himself.

They thought he was afraid of Grindelwald returning. Newt didn’t notice that it was the rising moon the man was watching until it was too late. Thankfully, Graves couldn’t remember anything after the transformation. Newt was grateful for that every day.

“Newt?” Graves asked, breaking the magizoologist from his thoughts. “Are you alright?”

Newt blinked, pinned beneath the worried warmth of Graves’ gaze – still glowing ever so faintly from his night as a wolf. And when Newt didn’t answer right away, Graves gently pulled his hand away and for the first time, Newt saw the man nervously avert his eyes.

“You don’t have to keep doing this. I know you’re busy,” Graves said softly, and Newt flinched when he finally recognized the man’s body language for what it was – shame. “I can take care of myself.”

Newt wasn’t sure what the man was expecting. But it obviously wasn’t the scoffing snort Newt let out at the man’s statement. Graves whirled to look at him with wide eyes as Newt took advantage of his shock to grab at the waistline of the man’s pants and ease them down his long legs, past his swollen and aching knees, until finally they were off the man altogether.

“If that were true, these,” Newt said, hot hands on the director’s knee caps, “Wouldn’t be so swollen. And I wouldn’t have had to argue with you to get you to stay home for once in your life.”

Graves scowled and opened his mouth to argue, but Newt quickly lifted himself up to silence the man with a chaste kiss before leaning back – smiling.

“I know you can take care of yourself,” he said, eyes crinkled at the edges as he made sure to remember every line that made up the soft, shocked expression on Graves’ normally controlled and stoic face. “That doesn’t mean you have to do it alone.”

Without another word, Newt dipped his hands into the minty oil he had brought for Graves and shuffled down to kneel by the man’s legs. Gently, he eased them straight – lips soft and apologetic against the man’s shin when the cartilage in his knee popped angrily. Newt didn’t miss the way the director flinched or how he was biting the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning.

“Ssh,” he said, eyes looking up the long line of Graves’ body to meet his feverish gaze. “I’ve got you.”

He willed the skin of his hands hotter as pressed his thumbs around the swollen edges of Graves’ right knee. He knew what it must feel like. Minty coolness and warm flesh and delicious pressure as he rubbed away knots and untangled the muscles that had been aggravated from the change. He rubbed until Graves’ bitten off groans turned into soft little huffs of pleasure beneath his breath. He kneaded the flesh, working his palms from the back of the man’s knee down into the meat of his calve, until Graves’ body had sunken into the couch – head back. He moved to the other leg once the man’s eyes slipped closed, Graves’ hands trembling for a completely different reason.

And all the while, Newt smiled. He drank in the sight of this Graves; the normally fierce and powerful director turned puddle on the couch. The strong lines of his face soft with pleasure and his body slack beneath Newt’s touch. Messy hair and inelegant clothing and glistening skin. He cherished every second of easing the baggy, battered sweater up the hard planes of the man’s stomach. He kissed and worshiped every inch of pale skin the journey exposed and loved the way Graves grumbled sleepily as Newt guided the overgrown sweater over the man’s head. He memorized the feel of the man’s firm body beneath his hands as he rubbed away the weariness of the werewolf’s shoulders and the tautness in his back. He didn’t stop until Graves was well and truly lost to the world, half asleep and blissed out from the magizoologist’s attentions.

And when Newt was finally content with the quality of his work, he simply eased Graves’ upper body up so that he could slide his lap beneath the man and join him on the couch. Newt smiled as long, powerful arms threaded themselves around his waist so that Graves might press his nose into the redhead’s stomach – his ribs rumbling heavily against Newt’s thigh beneath the weight of his contented purrs. Yes. This was one of his favorite sides of Percival Graves; the side he never showed the world.

“What an odd pair we must make,” Graves mumbled sleepily into Newt’s belly. “A werewolf in the lap of a dragon.”

Newt smiled down at him and brushed the director’s dark hair back from his brow even as he willed his body hotter, eager to soothe Graves’ aches.

“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘perfect’.”

Okay so I’m not done with this and legitimately when I have time this summer in the season break, will probably end up writing some Savitar fic and will probably make it coldflash if I do.


“The bodies in my floor all trusted someone. Now I walk on them to tea.”

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anonymous asked:

I love how Dorian stays close to Manon through EoS. He's such an outsider in Aelin's group that he goes to her as if he belongs with her. And I can almost bet that he will do the same as he is traveling with the witches. Remember the marshes 😉

THEY’RE LIKE A PAIR OR MAGNETS. And of course I remember the marches—IM OFFENDED YOU EVEN ASKED. And lets just recap the campfire marsh scene, shall we?

(Doing this from memory)

  1. Rowan conveniently lets the shield down by Manon.
  2. Marsh beast attacks Manon.
  3. Dorian stops marsh beast.
  4. Aelin thinks it’s “Interesting” that she can’t find any tether nor thread of power from Dorian to his magic. AND OH YES, she also thinks it’s weird that he didn’t even move a muscle to work the magic. And she notes how he did this with the Bloodhound. (*cough* not an accident *cough*)
  5. Aelin and Rowan exchange glances that indicate that Rowan let the beast in by Manon on purpose. Aelin thinks it’s only for a Dorian magic lesson and that the witch is expendable.
  6. Aelin turns back to the scene in front of her only to declare that Manon was stillTAKING IN THE KING, HER HAND STILL ON HER SWORD”—she’s frozen in place/she doesn’t know what to do/how to process that Dorian (SOMEONE WHO IS NOT DUTY BOUND TO HER) just saved her. Then Aelin tells us she, Aelin, openly stares at Manon and Dorian.
  7. Manon notices Aelin creepin’. She looks at Aelin, asks about the Eye of Elena. 
  8. Aelin tells us that YET A-FUCKING-GAIN MANON GLANCES AT DORIAN, “as if saving her from that thing…” then she realizes that the Old Buzzard himself hadn’t just let the marsh beast through the shield by Manon because she was expendable, or for a magic lesson. No. No, no, no—

Look. I’m not saying Rowan and Aelin suspect that Manon and Dorian are mates, but I’m not NOT saying that either. This is a moment where it’s made very clear that both Rowan and Aelin have realized that Dorian’s magic just-so-happens to respond to Manon. They’ve been with him almost every time he reacts to her and they’re too smart not to have noticed. They know something is up. 

And at the very least, Rowan has noticed how different Depressed!Dorian is around Manon, and he is using that to their advantage. Letting the marsh beast in was another way to get Dorian to perk up, but it was also a way to potentially ingratiate Manon into the fold (by doing her a favor) and get her to notice the attention Dorian is constantly paying her/unable not to pay her.


Yes, I’m still salty that we got ZERO information on sleeping arrangements. Sue me!


Klaus x Reader

“Elijah… I think the witches took Klaus and Bekah.” You said into the phone as you hurried to get to your car.

“Yes, Marcel and I have come to the same conclusion.” Elijah sighed.


“I think I might be able to find Klaus but if not will you…” Elijah cleared his throat and stopped your mid ramble.


“I will continue looking for them on my end, try not to get hurt Niklaus is already near impossible to deal with and if you got hurt in your attempts to help him I fear that he’d let himself go to a dark place he’d never return from.” Elijah smiled when you agreed and hung up on him.

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First of all, thank you @deathsingerdraws for sharing your thoughts!

I’ll agree it would’ve been amazing to see Holland train Kell, and even Lila if she had gotten over her hatred of him. Holland is definitely worthy of being a favorite character imo, because of how layered and deep his story goes.

Maybe it’s because I’m a writer, but I felt like I saw Holland’s death coming. And so when it happened it wasn’t weird or forced at all, it just felt *right*. It felt like a relief, like a burden had finally lifted from him. It was sad, of course, but it felt like the necessary thing.

I’m definitely sad we won’t see more of him. Maybe we’ll get some more flashbacks 🙃