“Show me what you can do then, if you’re better than me like you say, which I know it’s true, you must be able to prove it” Damon taunted as he looked at Cole. “Yeah, well how about his?” he asked, a fire ball appearing in his hand as he raised it to throw it at Damon. “Cole” you yelled at him. He didn’t even have to look at you, he just put his two hands together and the fire was gone. In a blur Damon had moved to push Cole up against the wall, his arm pushing against his throat.”And that’s what I can do” he smirked deviously. “Will you stop it for Christ sake?” you said, throwing your hands in the air. Damon sighed and moved away from Cole, who grinned at him. “Cute, very cute”
my beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world fave: Foxface, Annie, Rue, Mags.
my trash-shit fave: Peeta, lmao.
my I love to hate them fave: Oooh… Enobaria.
my I hate to love them fave: Hmm. Effie Trinket, maybe.
my I wouldn’t piss on them if they were on fire non-fave: Cato. Fuck Cato.
my I didn’t care about them either way at first but the fandom makes such a big deal about them now I can’t stand them non-fave: Also Cato. This is why the above. CATO IS NOT YOUR WOOBIE.
my I could take them or leave them kinda non-fave: Johanna and Gale both, sorry to say. :X
will go down with this ship and I won’t put my hands up and surrender,
there will be no white flag above my door. I’m in love and always will
be fave ship: CINNA/FINNICK. Also Finnick/Annie. ANYTHING WHERE FINNICK HAS CONTROL OF HIS OWN SEXUAL AGENCY AND IS LOVED FOR WHO HE IS AS A PERSON.
my dirtybadwrong fave ship: Mr. Mellark/Mrs. Everdeen
my they’re cute together and I dig them but I’m not all that terribly invested kinda fave ship: Gale/Madge
my I didn’t care about this ship either way at first but the fandom makes such a big deal about it now I can’t stand it non-fave ship: Cato/Clove
i was tagged by bre-a ty<3
Rules: You can tell a lot by a person from the kind of music they listen to. Put your music device on shuffle and post the first ten songs without skipping. Then tag ten people.
1. imagine- john lennon
2. where do we belong? anywhere but here- fiatc
3. zebra- beach house
4. blue-eyes brunette- nickasaur! (scene kids never die i s2g)
5. 5th period massacre- leathermouth
6. should i stay or should i go- the clash
7. the hand that feeds- nine inch nails
8. kill your heroes- awolnation
9. hysteria- muse
10. we used to wait- arcade fire
“I have to go;
there is a fire in my belly that I cannot put out.
I have to go;
there are flowers growing from my palms and even the daisies have thorns.
I have to go;
I would rather take the hand of death himself than be a ghost inside
a house of the living.
With my forefinger to your temple,
I would hum; love does not taste like nicotine;
there are angels in the bathroom sink that have not yet learned how to sing.
I am still yours,
but there are doors that need keys that do not exist to unlock them;
there is nothing left but glass.
I have to go.”
“If you put your hand into a fire, does anyone have to tell you to move it? Do you have to decide? No: When your hand starts to burn, it moves. You don’t have to direct it; the hand moves itself. In the same way, once you understand, through inquiry, that an untrue thought causes suffering, you move away from it.”
Put Your Hands Into The Fire || Lexie Self-Para [Private]
Toward the end of her shift, with only one hour to go, Lexie had snatched one of the many charts from the nurses’ station after noticing her patient’s name. She needed a distraction and there was nothing better than medicine to help her make the time pass. The pen in her grasp moved across the pages with years of practiced ease as she made her way down the hallway, stepping around hurried interns and lingered nurses. It was something she had done a thousand times in the past, the writing and walking, but this was different and for some reason she couldn’t put her finger on why that exactly was.
She took just two steps before everything went to hell around her.
The jolt sends her reaching out to catch herself on the wall, the chart flying from her grasp as her body pitched to the side and into the nurse who had been standing too close. There are gasps followed by screams as the power dies around them for a few moments before the back-up generators kick in and the eerie light doesn’t help the ease the rising panic. Lexie steps away from the nurse, her eyes darting this way and that in an attempt to figure out what is going on and it doesn’t take her long to see just what it is as her eyes catch sight of the thick black smoke billowing out from the doorway that would have led to the east stairwell.
“Get everyone out.” Lexie says, strangely calm as she reaches out to the nurse who is frozen in place just beside her. When she doesn’t hear anything in response, Lexie looks over at her and she grabs her by the shoulders as though to shake her into reality. “Get everybody out now!” She commands, pointing toward the stairwell on the other side of the floor. “Use the stairs, get –“
Her voice is cut off when the hospital shakes once again, this time sending her completely off her feet. Stars burst in front of her eyes as she stares up at the ceiling, noticing almost immediately the missing panels and busted lights. She remains still for a second before pulling herself up into a sitting position and she clenches her eyes closed when the world spins with the movement. Reaching back, she presses her fingers to the back of her head and winces at the feeling. There’s blood staining her skin when she pulls her hand back and for a second, she seems almost unaware of the fact.
“I’m not interested in walks in the parks. Anything difficult that people think I couldn’t play, I’m straight at it. If they say ‘Tom, don’t put your hand in the fire’, you know I’ll be coming out of casualty an hour later with third-degree burns and bandages up my arms.”
Writing success boils down to hard work, imagination and passion—and then some more hard work. iUniverse Publishing fires up your creative spirit with 20 writing tips from 12 bestselling fiction authors.
Use these tips as an inspirational guide—or better yet, print a copy to put on your desk, home office, refrigerator door, or somewhere else noticeable so you can be constantly reminded not to let your story ideas wither away by putting off your writing.
Tip1: “My first rule was given to me by TH White, author of The Sword in the Stone and other Arthurian fantasies and was: Read. Read everything you can lay hands on. I always advise people who want to write a fantasy or science fiction or romance to stop reading everything in those genres and start reading everything else from Bunyan to Byatt.” —Michael Moorcock
Tip 2: “Protect the time and space in which you write. Keep everybody away from it, even the people who are most important to you.” — Zadie Smith
Tip 3: “Introduce your main characters and themes in the first third of your novel. If you are writing a plot-driven genre novel make sure all your major themes/plot elements are introduced in the first third, which you can call the introduction. Develop your themes and characters in your second third, the development. Resolve your themes, mysteries and so on in the final third, the resolution.” — Michael Moorcock
Tip 4: “In the planning stage of a book, don’t plan the ending. It has to be earned by all that will go before it.” — Rose Tremain
Tip 5: “Always carry a note-book. And I mean always. The short-term memory only retains information for three minutes; unless it is committed to paper you can lose an idea for ever.” — Will Self
Tip 6: “It’s doubtful that anyone with an internet connection at his workplace is writing good fiction.” — Jonathan Franzen
“Work on a computer that is disconnected from the internet.” — Zadie Smith
Tip 7: “Interesting verbs are seldom very interesting.” — Jonathan Franzen
Tip 8: “Read it aloud to yourself because that’s the only way to be sure the rhythms of the sentences are OK (prose rhythms are too complex and subtle to be thought out—they can be got right only by ear).” — Diana Athill
Tip 9: “Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” – Anton Chekhov
Tip 10: “Listen to the criticisms and preferences of your trusted ‘first readers.’” — Rose Tremain
Tip 11: “Fiction that isn’t an author’s personal adventure into the frightening or the unknown isn’t worth writing for anything but money.” — Jonathan Franzen
Tip 12: “Don’t panic. Midway through writing a novel, I have regularly experienced moments of bowel-curdling terror, as I contemplate the drivel on the screen before me and see beyond it, in quick succession, the derisive reviews, the friends’ embarrassment, the failing career, the dwindling income, the repossessed house, the divorce … Working doggedly on through crises like these, however, has always got me there in the end. Leaving the desk for a while can help. Talking the problem through can help me recall what I was trying to achieve before I got stuck. Going for a long walk almost always gets me thinking about my manuscript in a slightly new way. And if all else fails, there’s prayer. St Francis de Sales, the patron saint of writers, has often helped me out in a crisis. If you want to spread your net more widely, you could try appealing to Calliope, the muse of epic poetry, too.” — Sarah Waters
Tip 13: “The writing life is essentially one of solitary confinement – if you can’t deal with this you needn’t apply.” — Will Self
Tip 14: “Be your own editor/critic. Sympathetic but merciless!” — Joyce Carol Oates
Tip 15: “The reader is a friend, not an adversary, not a spectator.” — Jonathan Franzen
Tip 16: “Keep your exclamation points under control. You are allowed no more than two or three per 100,000 words of prose. If you have the knack of playing with exclaimers the way Tom Wolfe does, you can throw them in by the handful.” — Elmore Leonard
Tip 17: “Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong.” — Neil Gaiman
Tip 18: “You know that sickening feeling of inadequacy and over-exposure you feel when you look upon your own empurpled prose? Relax into the awareness that this ghastly sensation will never, ever leave you, no matter how successful and publicly lauded you become. It is intrinsic to the real business of writing and should be cherished.” — Will Self
Tip 19: “The main rule of writing is that if you do it with enough assurance and confidence, you’re allowed to do whatever you like. (That may be a rule for life as well as for writing. But it’s definitely true for writing.) So write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can. I’m not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.” — Neil Gaiman
Tip 20: “The nearest I have to a rule is a Post-it on the wall in front of my desk saying ‘Faire et se taire’ (Flaubert), which I translate for myself as ‘Shut up and get on with it.’” — Helen Simpson
Even famous authors sometimes have a tough time with writing; they also go through periods of self-doubt. Despite this, they always manage to come up with the goods. So take a lesson from them and stop putting off your writing plans and get started on your publishing journey today.
Hi! This might be very stalkerish and disrespectful but you know the pictures from where Richard throws his name sign into the audience on the Hannibal SDCC? So in his left hand he held his phone and I caught a glimpse of his background picture and it honestly looks like something (Lee) from Halt and catch fire with the background and the light etc. If you don't know which pictures I'm talking about I will try to find them for you but I thought this was very very cute.
First of all, thanks. I hadn’t even noticed the phone until you mentioned it. You mean these photos, right?
I’ll just quickly put this under a cut so it doesn’t clog your dashboards. :3
let me tell you a quick story about cultural appropriation:
when i was younger, i used to get a henna tattoo done for eid, a holiday celebrating the end of ramadan, the fasting month.
and whenever i would go back to school, i used to wear jackets and long sleeved shirts to hide my henna because my classmates were already picking at me and my culture so i thought why add to the fire, yano? they would eventually notice it and always ask ‘why are you wearing poop on your hand’ 'omg it looks so ugly’ 'do your people use poop to put these ugly designs on your hand ?? ew’ they wouldn’t come near me or shake my hand or even hand me something. i would just keep quiet and keep listening to their snide remarks but seeing now that people put henna on because apparently it’s a symbol for 'trendy’ and 'chic’ and 'hipster’ no, i do not need people to bash my culture and then go around flaunting it’s beauty when they hated it. cultural appropriation needs to stop.
Pairing: Pietro x Reader Prompt: Hi, I really love your one shots with Pietro. Could you please do one with Pietro and the reader (who has her own powers) and she has a dark past. Pietro saves her in the final battle in age of ultron and then he tries to break down the walls she’s surrounded herself with to avoid getting close to the people because she’s afraid of getting hurt again. Warnings: Mentions of death
"Y/N, watch out!“ You heard Steve shout. You spotted a robot flying towards you, and you immediately dodged it. The robot crash-landed to the ground. You reached both of your hands down and took out two guns. Using those guns, you continued to fire any robots you saw running towards you. You were so busy firing that you did not notice the robot who was coming up from behind you. As you were shooting, you felt someone (or something) put you in a chokehold. You gasped in shock, dropping your guns to the ground. Suddenly, you felt a gun press on your head. Panicking, you squirmed, trying to free yourself.
"Hey, don’t touch her!” You heard Pietro scream from a distance. Your vision started to become blurry from the lack of oxygen. All of a sudden, the robot released his arm from your neck. You collapsed on the ground, struggling to catch your breath. You turned your head and found Pietro slam the robot who attacked you on the ground. The robot immediately died. Pietro turned to you.
“Are you okay?” He asked you, breathing heavily.
“Just a bit shocked,” You gasped, massaging your throat. Pietro advanced towards you and crouched down, his blue eyes looking through yours. He looked worried.
“You can’t fight like this, you need to go back to the base.” Pietro said. He took your arm and wrapped it around his shoulder. It took you a few seconds before you registered what was happening.
“No, I’m fine! Really!” You exclaimed. Pietro ignored you and continued to pick your legs up. He lifted you off the ground and started to walk towards the base. You wriggled, hoping Pietro would put you down. But Pietro didn’t stop walking. “Pietro, please put me down! I’m fine!” You shrieked. Pietro didn’t budge, still walking. You gave up. After a minute, the two of you arrived at the base and doctor came out.
“Need help?” She asked. Pietro nodded.
“Yes, she almost suffocated in a choke hold.” Pietro informed her.
“In here.” The doctor said, walking inside of a examination room. Pietro followed her.
“Pietro, please don’t bring me in there.” You whispered. Pietro didn’t pay attention and placed you on the examination table. He faced you.
“I’ll be outside.” He said before walking out.
After the doctor finished diagnosed you, you walked out of the room. You found Pietro sitting on the ground, with his back against the wall. His elbows were propped up by his bent knees, and his forehead was resting on his palms. You had to clear your throat so he could notice you. “Y/N! What happened?” You shrugged.
“I was in a bit of shock, but nothing was damaged.” You said, sitting down and leaning on the opposite wall. You were facing Pietro. “Don’t the others need help?” You asked.
“The fight finished, everyone is resting.” Pietro said. He returned to facing the floor. You nodded, relieved. A silence hung in the air.
“Thanks,” you said quietly. Pietro looked up.
“You are welcome.” He replied. Another silence. After what felt like hours, Pietro started talking again. “You know, I still don’t know a whole ton about you. And I bet the others still don’t know you that well also.” You snorted.
“Please, you don’t want to be friends with me.” You said. “I joined the team to work, not to make friends.”
“Why?” He asked. You shook your head.
“It’s just something that happened to me before.” You said quietly. Pietro gazed at you for a minute, before he stood up. He walked towards you and sat down besides you. You scooted a few centimeters away from him.
“Is it okay for me to ask why you surround yourself with all of these walls?” He asked you softly. You were still for a minute, before letting out a big sigh. You hung your head.
“The last time I had a friend, I got her killed.” You said flatly. You heard Pietro draw in his breath. You continued to speak. “Before I joined the Avengers, I joined a group called Blackheart. I was an assassin, and my job was to kill. I killed twelve people in total, I was their best assassin.” You paused, taking a deep breath. “On one mission, I was supposed to befriend someone and learn their secrets, before I kill her. As I started to talk to her, I learned how she was struggling to support her broken family, how she raised and loves her young son,” your breath caught. “How she always tries to look on the bright side.” Your voice was shaking now, and you felt your stomach twist. “When it was time for me to kill her, I just couldn’t do it. The leader was so angry, he took matters into his own hands and killed her himself.” A tear fell down and you raised your arm to wipe your eyes. You felt Pietro move a bit closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He pulled you close, and your head fell on his shoulder. You let out a shaky sigh. “That’s why I don’t want to make friends, I don’t want them to get hurt.” Pietro gave you a soft squeeze.
“Don’t worry Y/N, it will all be uphill from now on.” Pietro said, reassuring you. You closed your eyes and smiled.
“It feels good to finally admit what happened.” You said. Pietro laughed quietly.
“It only takes a few hits before you knock all of the walls down.”
Author’s Note: This is probably my most emotional oneshot yet, I hope I did okay 🙀 Thank you anon for requesting, I hope you enjoyed this :) Follow for more <3
imagine camping with the boys and having to end up sleeping in the same tent as Calum the boy you’ve been talking to for about 2 months or so. after a night of sitting around the fire drinking, talking, and just having a genuine good time everyone heads to their designated tents. As you and Calum get in you head towards your duffle bag pulling your pajamas out noticing Calum pulling down his jeans and putting on some sweats without caring whether you saw or not, shrugging you turn around pulling on a hoodie over your long sleeve. Taking a deep breath you pull your pants off and go for your sweats you hear Calum chuckle, turning around you notice him casually laying down on top of his sleeping bag, hands behind his head smirking"your underwear has donuts on them.“ He smirks before lifting himself to support his body on his elbow as his right hand pats down on the sleeping bag, "now get over here, it’s cold and I want to cuddle”
(I thought of this awhile ago and thought it was cute idk)
Chrom & family (Lucina, Robin, and Morgan) go to the beach and Robin asks Chrom to “get her back” because she’s putting on sunscreen and can’t reach, and Chrom’s knee jerk reaction is to say “I will always have your back!” cause he’s a sap and then he turns around with his hands on his hips all proud and he thinks he’s so smooth, but he didn’t really realize what she had been asking, so when he sees her staring at him with the bottle of sunscreen he gets embarrassed, but Robin is swooning anyway with the Steven Universe starry eyes cause Chrom is such a nerd, but he’s HER nerd
Meanwhile Lucina throws her dad a thumbs up cause “omg that was so smooth nice one dad” and Morgan slaps his face cause “wow that was so ridiculously cheesy even I am embarrassed”