publish my articles


Okay, well think fast. Do you think it’s the right thing to do? Uh –  Go. Yes, I do. Well, there you go. Then publish it, easy. But how can you be so sure. Because you are the most moral person I know. So, if you think it’s the right thing to do, it is.

G Eazy Imagine

Originally posted by wesoleto

Synopsis: G makes assumptions that lead to problematic fights and you deciding if it’s all worth it

Warnings: Drugs, Slight use of blood, Alcohol, Language and honestly this is going to be long because I like the details, yah feel? 

Part Two

Your POV

I quickly dialed G’s number barely being able to wipe the smile off my face walking out of work. 

“Hey baby, I miss you.” G answers the phone and my smile only gets bigger. 

“Babe you’ll never believe it! David is publishing my article! I did it!” I yell in excitement and he laughs on the other end. 

“Y/N! That’s my girl. You are an amazing writer and it’s damn time people see that.” By him saying that only warmed my heart more. It just made me love him even more. We had been dating for about a year and a half now, through thick and thin he’d always say, and it was true. From album launches to tough critics we always supported one another. 

“Y/N? What are you still doing here? Do you want a ride home, you are on the way home for me.” My boss David comes up  from behind me and I quickly cover the phone so Gerald wouldn’t hear. 

“Who’s that?” Gerald asks, he was so protective of me, he just had good intentions but sometimes the littlest stuff ticked him off. 

“It’s my boss. I’ll call you back babe.” With that I hung up quickly and turned around to meet David. Everyone in the office knew David had a thing for me since day one but he was my boss, let alone I had an amazing boyfriend. 

“Hey, and you know it’s not that far, I don’t mind walking.” I smile and David shakes his head. 

“It’s creepy down here at night, please it’s no trouble.” There was a part of me that knew I shouldn’t but he was right. 

“Okay, thank you.” I get into his very expensive car, one I probably wouldn’t be able to afford no matter how much I saved. We rode in silence until my phone started ringing Gerald’s face appearing on the screen, I quickly ignore it and I catch David looking at it in the corner of my eye. 

“Well, here we are.” David smiles and I quickly get out. 

“Thanks so much.” I smile politely and quickly get up to Gerald and I’s apartment. I call back G and he answers on the first ring. 

“Yo, what was that about?” He asks and I head to the bedroom to pack the last couple of things. 

“My boss, he-uh- was nice enough to drive me home.” I struggle to open the suitcase and hold the phone at the same time. 

“Your boss that has the hots for you?” G asks and I roll my eyes. 

“Sure, I don’t know. I’m gonna finish packing and I’m on the next flight out to you.” I smile and he laughs.

“Yeah, the guys and I are going to pregame a little but I’ll be back in time at the house to see you. You’ll love the place, has a really big bed…” G carries off the sentence and I laugh.

“Alright, I’ll see you later. Text you when I land. Love you.” I hang up and finsih packing. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the curling iron to just touch up a couple pieces of hair so I wouldn’t have to later. I start to curl a piece underneath and I guess I got too close to my neck and burn it. I hiss in pain and put the curling iron down to see the red mark forming. I finish my hair and let the iron cool before tossing it into my bag.

 I get an Uber to the airport as I don’t want to bother any of my friends to just drive me to the airport. The ride wasn’t that long but I was just so excited to see my boyfriend. It had been about a month since I had seen Gerald because of tour but he luckily got a week off and got a house in Palm Springs that sounded amazing. It was just going to be us for once and I couldn’t wait. 

The flight was a little less than an hour so I got to Palm Springs pretty quickly and just got an Uber to the adress G had sent me. 

The airport was pretty quiet as it was late. Of course I would have liked if Gerald picked me up but he was famous and I suppose someone would recognize him, plus he was most likely drinking. I watched the street lights pass as the palm trees lightly blew in the wind. About 30 minues later we started pulling up to the house and of course I was shocked at how beautiful it was. 

“Thank’s so much.” I pay and get out, dragging my bag behind me. I was honestly exhausted from work and I really didn’t sleep on the plane since it was a short flight. I knock on the door and no one answers but the music blares from within. I try and knock louder and finally someone answers, a girl with dark brown hair and beautiful tan skin opens the huge door.

“Can I help you?” She asks in an annoyed tone and I’m taken back by it. 

“Yeah my boyfriend Gerald is there, can I come in?” She laughs and opens the door more and I start to go in and see him in a chair with a girl ontop of him just sitting there. There were several girls wearing barely anything but you weren’t one to judge. His crew was there, as well as guys you’d never even seen before. 

“G.” I say and he looks at me and starts laughing lightly. To say I was embarrassed wasn’t even the start of it. 

“Hey babyy,” He slurred his words and quickly got up, pushing the girl off of him. His hair was no longer in the usual slicked back fashion as pieces of it fell in front of his eyes and the sides of his face. Gerald barely could walk but he didn’t let go of a bottle that was in his hand. I noticed drugs all over the coffee table, ones I knew that were not just weed.

“Awhh look at my girl, damn baby. Mmm.” Gerald wraps me in a hug and rocks me back and forth and I lightly shove him off. He scowls at my action and his eyes were dark, his pupils dilated beyond what I had ever seen them. 

“What did you do? How much did you drink?” I hold the sides of his face and I can see everyone staring at us. It’s then I notice a tiny bit of blood splattered up his neck. 

“What the fuck Gerald? Are you hurt?!” I pull the shirt down near his neck and he looks annoyed. 

“No, stop it.” Gerald pulls away from me. 

“What happened?” I ask worried and he takes another drink from the bottle. 

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask David.” He says taking me by surprise and I run my fingers through my hair. 

“What the fuck is that?!” Gerald yells and I jump at the change in tone and everybody looks our way. 

“What?” I ask and he grabs the back of my neck. 

“You have a hickey, Y/N. Did you fuck David? You gonna leave me for him? Some 40 year old guy who probably can’t even get it up?” Gerald yells anger clearly radiating off of him.

“What the hell Gerald? What’s your problem?” I ask.

“I didn’t sleep with David, he’s my boss! G c’mon, you know I love you.” I grab his hand but he jerks it away. 

“You should! I’m gone all the time, it sure would be easy for you. Then I could hookup with other girls and not feel like shit afterwards!” Gerald holds his stomach and laughs as he barely holds onto the bottle. 

“Excuse me? I’m not talking to you with everybody here.” I say scowling at his last sentence and turn around heading towards the front door.

“Well then fuck you!” Gerald yells and before I know it a bottle smashes against the wall next to the front door. Gasps fill the room at his sudden action, as I’m frozen in my steps. Tears fall down my cheeks, as fear laces into every bone and muscle in my body. I turn around to look at him and it seems he realized what he’d done. 

“Baby- I’m so sorry, I didn’t m-” Gerald starts but I quickly stop him.

“You’re fucking crazy, don’t ever come near me again.” I say as anger flows through me. I quickly open the door and slam it shut running down the driveway, tears streaming which I knew would leave a mess with mascara but that was the least of my problems. I sobbed and sobbed but I just kept walking as the events of what happened replayed over and over like a bad rerun. 

Authors Note: Hope you liked it, there will be a part two coming out very shortly so I’ll be sure to put the link to part two in this one! Thanks! Open for requests if you have any!

I just had another article published! My last two were unpaid (for a local paper) but this one is for a medical journal, of all things, and is paying a wee amount! Better a wee amount than a kick in the teeth, I say! 

This is the week of getting back on the querying wagon for the novel, too, now that things have finally, finally settled down a little bit! It’s also the week of starting swimming again. Wish me fortitude, if you want! :) 


Music Osiris by @DonnyArcade.
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You’re important to me - Part 4.

Title: You’re important to me. 

Fandom: Mystic Messenger.

Pairing: Juminzen.

Word Count: Approximately 2,317 words. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 

Finally, after a few days, part four is here! I am really sorry it took me so long, but its last week of school before holidays, and I had less time to write. Based on this post by @mariamagica, I hope you enjoy the last part of this small thing c: Unfortunately this is the end, of this at least. 

 I apologize in advance if I have any mistakes, English is not my first language.


08:35 am

Zen had woken up a little dazed, and the first thing he saw was the dark ceiling.

His ceiling was white, not dark.

His mattress wasn’t this soft, and his sheets were not as smooth.

Last time he was in his room, it wasn’t this big. He also had his hair down, he always made sure to braid it, or something.

Where the hell-

He gasped when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and pulled him close to a warm chest.


He turned around as slowly as he could, careful not to be to harsh, he didn’t want to wake whoever he had slept with. And he woke up completely when he saw Jumin’s sleepy face, staring at him from half-lidded eyes.

Everything came back to him in a rush. He had actually crashed the wedding, confessed Jumin his feelings, and they had gone back to the entrepreneur’s place. They had breakfast, and talked about a lot of things while they ate the delicious strawberry pancakes. And then the other took him around the different floors of the building he lived in.

Zen already knew it had multiple things in it, but he didn’t expect the variety of restaurants, shops, there was even a gym and a theater.

Being the actor he was, he got on top of the stage almost immediately, and when the entrepreneur requested it, he sang one song.

Only because it was asked nicely. Not because he liked the way Jumin looked at him when he sang or anything.


And then they went to one of the restaurants, an Italian one. The menu wasn’t in Korean so Jumin ordered for both of them, speaking the language flawlessly and.. God, Zen liked the way it sounded when Jumin said it.

They had their meal, and after a bit of a heated argument, Zen had to give up and allow him to pay the complete bill…  he would pay the money back to Jumin, even if the other told him not to.

Then they were back to roam around the building, exploring shops even though he practically ran away after seeing the prices. Although Jumin secretly bought him what he had expressed interest in. They had Chinese for dinner and returned to the penthouse late enough.

At some point or another, they started to make out, and the room became too hot.

“What are you thinking of? You have a weird smile on your face.”

That broke his line of thoughts, his lover had a very deep voice, but it became slightly slurred when he was sleepy. He really liked the way Jumin was slowly but surely showing more and more emotions. He didn’t know why, but it seemed like he had been suppressing them for a long time.

“I do not have one, and even if I did, I would still look perfect… I was just thinking about you.”

He scoffed, before turning around and starting to sit up. As much as he loved to chill on a bed sometimes, he was starting to get hungry.

Then something wet and cold ran down his thighs, and he couldn’t suppress the shiver nor the loud moan that escaped his throat.

The look on Jumin’s face told him they weren’t going to have breakfast any time soon.

It was noon by the time they were done, and they had lunch.

12:47 pm – V, Jaehee Kang, MC, Yoosung★, 707, Saeran.

- Jumin Han has logged in -

- ZEN has logged in -



Saeran>: The one you two threw at Sarah Choi yesterday?

Jumin Han>: You what?

Saeran>: Ah, after you two ran out like stupid ducks

Saeran>: they stood up and threw a whole bag of confetti at the giant cake’s face.

Yoosung>: They even screamed

707>: Congratulations on your no marriage!

MC>: And then we hid behind the benches

V>: She screamed at Jaehee.

Jaehee Kang>: My ears still hurt.

ZEN>: You two are impossible.

ZEN>: But thank you.

Jaehee Kang>: I will assume you and Mr. Han are together right now, so if you can…            

Jaehee Kang>: Turn on the tv, get a news channel.

Zen looked up from his phone and gestured the older to get the remote from the bedside table, he wouldn’t be moving for a while, all thanks to that jerk.

Jumin chuckled, and he wanted to slap that smirk off his face, but that would probably get him in more ‘trouble’, and he wanted to be able to walk.

He turned to watch the tv, and he didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cringe at the headline.


Yesterday, instead of a beautiful wedding between Jumin Han, the director of C&R International and Sarah Choi, the protégée of the famous actrees Glam Choi, we got the drama everyone, probably, was hoping for. When the musical actor, ZEN appeared like a knight, and confessed his feelings, then both men ran away. Can you believe that? If you can’t, well here’s some proof!

Zen really liked the attitude the reporter had, and he felt his cheeks warm up at the different pictures the paparazzi had taken.

Most were about the kiss.

Isn’t that cute? Man… I’m jealous of the people who got to see it live, but don’t worry, an anonymous source provided us a video. Let’s see what happened!

Before he could see that, Jumin took the remote again, and lowered all the volume of the tv. Then he wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close. If he was already blushing a faint pink, it would change for a deep red when he ended up siting in his lover’s lap.

“I will call the channel later, I want copies of everything. And perhaps we could share something else.”

He meant those photos.



V>: It is too early for that, Saeyoung. And, Jumin… You should probably talk to your father.

Jumin Han>: I don’t have plans to do that soon.

Jaehee Kang>: I believe you have nothing to worry about.

Jaehee Kang>: Your father is talking to the press right now, Jumin.

Said person looked puzzled, and when both of them turned to look at the tv, Jeong Han’s face was the first thing that appeared. They got the volume back up, and what the businessman said surprised both.

‘I would like to announce publicly that the engagement between Sarah Choi and my son is broken, besides obvious reasons. Also, the media could stop publishing articles about my relationship with Glam Choi, that no longer exists’.

‘Mr. Han, what’s the reason behind this statement?’

‘Mr. Han, what do you think about yesterday’s event at the wedding?’

‘One at a time, please. The reason is quite simple, I was about to get scammed. An anonymous source revealed to me that Sarah Choi was not Glam’s student, but her sister. And Sarah didn’t own a company of her own, instead she owned quite the huge debt. It would end up affecting the company and my family, and I wished I could have realized that sooner’.

‘Regarding the event that happened in the wedding, I couldn’t be happier my son found someone who would be willing to do that for him. So, if you are watching, Jumin and Zen… take care of each other, you have my support’.

There was a point where his cheeks started hurting from how much he was smiling, he couldn’t believe all the good luck and support they were getting from everyone. And apparently Jumin didn’t either, because he kept staring at the screen like a lost puppy.

Man… That was adorable.

But there was something they both needed to know, so he pinched Jumin’s cheek in a way to get him back to earth.

ZEN>: What did you guys do?

ZEN>: Did you get something against the Choi sisters?

MC>: Oh yes, Saeyoung did all the digging!

Yoosung: That’s not fair! Saeran and I help too you know!

707>: If your concept of helping is eating each other out every five minutes then yes, they did so much

Saeran>: What?

Saeran>: Can you blame for wanting something from my boyfriend?

Saeran>: I couldn’t help myself, he looked so cute all concentrated.

Yoosung>: Saeran >//u//<

707>: At least learn some self-control, for god’s sake!!

Saeran>: As if you had some

Saeran>: Last I checked, the walls weren’t soundproof

MC>: I’m sorry, brother in law

MC>: I just like being loud <3

Jumin Han>: Oh, Zen likes that too


707>: Oh

707>: Oh my god

707>: You two did the thing

Saeran>: Kinky bastards



Jumin Han>: It was nothing like that

Jumin Han>: We’ll get there another day

Jumin Han>: He needs to rest his body for a while




V>: Next Sunday we are all going to church.

V>: No buts.

V>: I’m dragging you if I need to.

MC>: Its fine, we can even make it so that these two sinners get married then!

Jaehee Kang>: That’s going a bit too fast, MC.

Saeran>: It’s Jumin fucking Han we are talking about, Jaehee.

Saeran>: The bastard pulls cat projects out of his sleeves every week.

707>: I AGREE


Jumin Han>: You’ll get one, eventually

MC>: I could help Zen get a dress :)


The wedding didn’t happen until four years later.

By then, a million things had happened. Jumin had replaced his father as CEO of the company a month after that day, and six months after that, Saeyoung and MC had had a small wedding in the beach.

Only the RFA and the bride’s family had attended, and of course, as it happens in some weddings, people hooked up. V had started a relationship with MC’s cousin, Elliot, and they were already living together by the end of the year.

Two years ago, Saeran started to work in Saeyoung’s toy store after it was opened to the public, he and his co-worker, Vanderwood (apparently they were the maid the hacker loved to brag about) did a pretty good job with the place, and it became really famous after a few weeks.

Jaehee found her own companion a month after that, a Mexican girl that had come to the coffee shop one day, and the next, and the day after that. Jaehee said she had the prettiest name, and he could agree, but Kristell was also a rare name, it was greek and lovely… Although the girl was stubborn, and preferred to be called Kris.

They were the second couple to get engaged.

However, V and Elliot were the third and the second couple, to get engaged and married. Their wedding happened six months ago and it was lovely, although it was bigger than Saeyoung’s for the immense list of guest. People both of them had got to known because of their trips as artists, close friends and of course, family.

It took a lot of arguments but he was happy Saeyoung and MC had left their one year old set of triplets with Vanderwood. They needed a bit of a rest from parenting and work, so the wedding helped.

It made Zen feel jealous, so of course he was delightedsurprisedhappy when Jumin got down on one knee and proposed. If anyone told him he had cried then, he would call them a liar. But he had.

Somehow, a month before his brother contacted him, and after a long chat, (with Jumin glaring at the sidelines) the actor and his brother had patched things up, he would see him and his mother in the front row.

And now, he was standing next to the man he loved the most. Looking pretty in a white tux while the entrepreneur looked hot in his black one. One of his hands was intertwined with Jumin’s while the other held a bouquet of white and purple roses, along with a single red rose.

He almost missed the priest voice and he asked for the vows, and he told everyone how he met Jumin, his impression, the fights they had, how he slowly fell in love with him, and then he told everyone, with tears in his eyes, that he would never regret this day. That Jumin Han was so important to him. 

In turn, Jumin, who also had some tears in his eyes, smiled.

“I would never forget the day I met Hyun, he was beautiful, passionate and very stubborn yet perfect… and I’m always reminded of that when I wake up next to him. Looking at him now, hearing what he said, I know for sure that there’s no one else like him and no one will ever change my mind, I promise to protect him, care for him, love him and I, like him, will never regret this day, or that one a few years ago where we had to run and hide besides a lake. Because Hyun Ryu, you’re important to me”.

Zen would never forget those words.

“Of course, there will be some situations in which I may allow some other people to sleep in our bed”.

Cue the gasps and shocked faces.


“Because kids tend to have nightmares, don’t they, Hyun?”

He smiled as tears ran down his cheeks, and- forget the priest and wedding rules, he kissed Jumin right there and then.

The priest, in return, laughed and closed the small book he was carrying. “You are impatient young men… Do you two accept each other, to love you, respect you, and be there until death does you apart?”

Two voices said the same thing at the same time.

“I do.”


Part 2 is here:

“John! Hercules! Lafayette! I have the newest article by Soulren Marks! It just solidifies my ideas on this man! He is incredible!”

“He? Are you really that blind Hamilton?” I whispered, bringing my tea cup to my lips as I watched the group of men a table away. They had been frequenting the small tea shop I like to call my place of inspiration ever since I started publishing my articles. They are very loud too, so I easily was able to figure out their names.

“Are you sure it is even a he, Alexander? No one has ever seen Marks in person.” Lafayette said, pulling a chair out for the excitable Hamilton at their table. I nodded softly, pulling out my journal, where I drafted most of my articles. I also pulled a bottle of ink and a quill out of my satchel, setting them down on the table.

“No woman could formulate sentences this well. They’d have to be a scholar!” Hercules said, holding his hand out to the articles Hamilton was holding.

“Well, if your father was one of course, you could learn a few things.” I replied to myself, taking a sip of my tea. I sat the glass back down, and opened my bottle of ink.

“It doesn’t matter if they are male or female. All that matters is that they are raising so much moral for the Revolution. Before we know it, the army will start calling for volunteers!” John cheered. I giggled, watching the four men, before I started scribbling on my paper.

Over the past few weeks, I have been observing a group of four men. Each individual and strong willed, but brought together by a common goal. 

The Revolution.

I say, if we are really wanting our independence, we will start having to show it. Like those four. Don’t be so closed minded about the subject. Sing it from the rooftops. Men, riot in the streets. Women, don’t be afraid to speak out against any man you see.

Raise your glasses to freedom.

The Revolution is upon us.

I smiled, closing my ink and wiping off my quill.I read the small passage over and over, before smiling and placing the papers back in my satchel. I look back up to see four pairs of eyes on me, each inquisitive and brilliant. 

I felt my cheeks heat up, as I stood to my feet, slinging my satchel over my shoulder. I walked towards the front door, a soft smile gracing my lips. I suddenly flung my head around, to see the four pairs of eyes still on me.

“Good day boys. I will see you tomorrow!”

The four were shocked as I walked out the front door and down the street, towards my estate.

–The Next Day–

I marched down to the small shop, no satchel in hand. My skirts tugged against the cobblestone, passing British soldiers as I walked.

Once I got to the front door of the shop, I pushed it open gently, stepping inside. My eyes immediately landed on the group of 4 men, squealing and talking rapidly to each other.

“I can’t believe we made it into Soulren Marks’s article! We must have seen them before!” 

I just giggled, walking over and standing over the men.

“Excuse me sirs, but I see that you four got a hold of Soulren Marks’s new article. May I sit and discuss it with you?”

Ten Plants, Herbs, and Roots Common in Medieval Dalraida

Published January 1, 1749

Well, it is finally upon us. The Year 1748 has passed, and a new tewlve Months has arrived! With this new Year, I have decided to publish my first Article, the long-awaited Dissertation of ten herbs, plants, and roots you did not know were in common use during Medieval Dalraida! Please relax and enjoy, dear Readers, as I have slaved and toiled many Moons on this special List. Perhaps you may learn something!

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my mom likes posting on Facebook about the accomplishments of the young people in her life.

today she posted about a neighborhood kid who just became a doctor. she also posted about the fact that i published my 50th article on it is about cat poop coffee. the contrast between these two things is so extreme it’s almost laughable.

oh well. unlike the aforementioned doctor at least i never bullied anybody in middle school. *shrug* 

“Although I am clinging to ideals, my conception of the universe is, l fear, grossly materialistic. As stated in some of my published articles, l have satisfied myself thoroughly through careful observation carried on for many years that we are simply automata acting in obedience to external influences, without power or initiative. The brain is not an accumulator as commonly held in philosophy, and contains no records whatever of a phonographic or photographic kind. In other words, there is no stored knowledge or memory as usually conceived, our brains are blanks. The brain has merely the quality to respond, becoming more and more susceptible as the impressions are often repeated, this resulting in memory.

“There is a possibility, however, which I have indicated years ago, that we may finally succeed in not only reading thoughts accurately, but reproducing faithfully every mental image. It can be done through the analysis of the retina, which is instrumental in conveying impressions to the nerve centers and, in my opinion, is also capable of serving as an indicator of the mental processes taking place within. Evidently, when an object in seen, consciousness of the external form can only be due to the fact that those cones and rods of the retina which are covered by the image are affected differently from the rest, and it is speculation not to hazardous to assume that visualization is accompanied by reflex action on the retina which may be detected by suitable instruments. In this way it might also be possible to project the reflex action on a screen, and with further refinement, resorting to the principle involved in moving picture, the continuous play of thoughts might be rendered visible, recorded and at will reproduced.”

–Nikola Tesla

“Three Famous Scientists’ Views On Thought Transmission.” Electrical Experimenter, May 1, 1919.

anonymous asked:


Okay, for one, I have a law degree. I ran my own law firm (which isn’t actually fun).

Yes. I get paid to write about Dean being Bisexual as well as a myriad of other things in entertainment and law. Yesterday I wrote published an article using my law degree to explain Roe v. Wade in simple terms so people can be informed about their reproductive rights.

I write this stuff at home while raising a kid and doing things like marching on Saturday for the rights of assholes like you and all the other buttlickers out there.

Oh, also I have a degree as an artist too - a bachelor’s of music in Opera which entitles me not to just drop the mic here, but also a chandelier.

If a gossip rag published an article about my muse, what would the title say?

Drop your answers in my inbox for my muse’s reaction to seeing the article!

anonymous asked:

Why are you so bitter about Louis' baby. It's not affecting you in anyway. If it is his baby okay. If it isn't then that's also okayy. Chill tf out.

I’ve deleted a lot of shitty anon messages today, but given that I’ve finished and published my article about Louis on Buzzfeed finally, I felt the need to address your sentiment in regards to my feelings. 

First off, they are my feelings, and if you’re happy to go along with your ‘dgaf’ demeanour, that’s just fine. I, however, seethe with anger at injustice and bullying. 

This isn’t about a baby. This is about the complete destruction of one’s reputation and character. I have no idea what Louis has done to anger the forces above him in the music world, but this is an unprecedented attack on someone of his level of fame in the music industry by his own team. Louis didn’t all of a sudden hit the self destruct button and start publicly fucking up all over the place…I can assure you that, having been in the company of celebrities in London, and having even been in the vicinity of One Direction members around town, the paparazzi aren’t tailing them every day. What you see is exactly what someone wants you to see. 

I don’t have to justify to anyone how I feel, and I’ve never even felt the need to pull out receipts I have from mutual friends of One Direction to prove how absolutely ludicrous the entire shit show of a PR team they have is because there is so much out there in front of everyone’s eyes that I can rely solely on information available to everyone and their mother to make a compelling argument. 

As someone who grew up in the LGBT community, I take extreme offence to the insinuation that this kind of closeting is necessary. I also take offence to the fact that someone as philanthropic and kind as Louis Tomlinson is at the forefront of a hate campaign, because he is not the person The Sun would have you believe he is.  

I will not “chill tf out” because it’s quite heartbreaking to see something that I’ve grown up seeing so many others be proud about be the cause of so much angst and hate amongst the fans of One Direction. Perhaps you’ve never lost a loved one to AIDS due to the negligence of a government, or lost someone to a hate crime because people are so unfathomably heinous, but I have. And I will aggressively defend the LGBT community for the rest of my life. 

So, you could say that the issue is affecting me in “a way”. 

Fuck you for trying to diminish anyone’s feelings about this. 

My Formula for interesting NPCs

Okay, so I posted a thing about making cities/towns here and in it I talk a little about my NPCs. If the campaigns you run don’t really call for NPCs or you bring them in as a “one and done” kind of thing then this may not be important to you, but if you want potentially long-lasting NPCs and towns and cities that feel fleshed out where your party can make friends and enemies that will impact the rest of the story, sit on down. 

Alright, well, firstly, I don’t roll stats for NPCs unless I feel like it’s absolutely necessary (which I never do). As DM, they’re under your control and if you want them to hit something or unlock a door or fumble a stealth check and fuck everyone over, it’s going to happen. I will, however, give them classes and levels. So for my character “block” it will usually start with the name/race/gender, class(es) and level(s); for instance:

Kazrag Stonefist (male dwarf fighter 9)

So that’s about as close to a character sheet as 99% of my NPCs get. And really, if you need stats for them, just check out the Pathfinder NPC Codex and find the right class and level for a good reference. Boom. So, after that comes the interesting things. I usually try to give them a small history, nothing major, some physical description and some kind of unique personality trait to give them life. So:

Kazrag Stonefist (male dwarf fighter 9)

Raised by traveling gypsies on the coast

Black hair, braids in his beard, scars on his arms

Is very superstitious and blames everything on trolls

Okay, so now you have an idea of what Kazrag is like. Probably sea-savvy as he was raised on the coast, roguish tendencies from his gypsy family (though he was obviously better at being the muscle than being the thief), scars on his arms could be from battle or even self-mutilation (probably something he doesn’t want to talk about), and like all sailors, he’s superstitious. His problem with trolls is just a no-brainer. Who even likes trolls anyways? 

So now that we’re done with that, we can get into the big stuff. Namely: secrets, goals and potential rewards/services for the party. Again, being from the coast, Kazrag may know a multitude of things. He might know where the king hides his naval supplies, the location of a sunken ship or how to find a secret cove full of treasure. This is where you decide how important Kazrag really becomes. The level of importance of Kazrag’s secret could be super small or it could completely alter the direction of the campaign - that’s for you to decide. But he won’t give up his secret easily, first he needs something - and he may even throw in a bonus.

Again, what Kazrag really needs could take your party on an entirely new adventure if you wanted it to. Kazrag comes from a gypsy camp, so maybe he’s searching for his real family? Maybe he needs someone in the party to forge him a weapon or craft him a potion to remove a nasty disease brought on by one too many nights in the brothel. Either way, if you help him, not only are you improving his attitude toward you (and improving the chances that he’ll tell you his secret), he’ll also give you a little reward. Maybe he’ll teach someone how to sail a boat (adding a profession SAILOR skill to their sheet) or how to intimidate someone (giving a party member a +2 bonus on INTIMIDATE checks). Maybe he’ll just toss you some gold and be done with it. The choice is yours. 

So to sum things up, Kazrag’s character block at the end of things will look something similar to this:

Kazrag Stonefist (male dwarf fighter 9)

Raised by traveling gypsies on the coast

Black hair, braids in his beard, scars on his arms

Is very superstitious and blames everything on trolls

Knows the location of the king’s naval supplies

Needs to find his real parents

Will teach a PC how to sail 


Hope this helps! And if you have any questions on making NPCs, cities or towns, or any other DM/PC-related question, LET ME KNOW and I’ll do my best to answer your questions! 

i submitted a personal essay of mine to a flurry of places starting a year ago and it got rejected dozens of times, enough times that when i opened up an email a few minutes ago from one of the places I’d submitted to, one of my favorite websites, i was naturally braced to read a rejection, something like “Thank you for the submission, but due to the volume of ….” and i was expecting those words with such certainty that i stumbled over what it truly said a few times until I was absolutely certain I was reading “Thank you for the submission. We’d love to publish your essay.”