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aries x virgo

virgo: (in the kitchen cooking with aries) you put in too much salt

aries: i think God put in too much salt when he was making your personality

virgo: at least i have one

aries: there’s a reason why your name is virGO

aries: as in virGO OUT MY DOOR U LIL BOOB

virgo: i’m not penetrating your door anytime soon 

aries: oh so you’re gonna penetrate someone else’s door now okay i see

virgo: (slides over to the door, not discreetly) what if i did? 

aries: my door would probably miss you (shy) a lot actually

virgo: aw babe i’d miss you too

aries: i think my hands on fire

virgo: yup

Back from Black - 9

Hi, buddies! Here is the new BfB chapter. As usual, hell-yeah-all-bi-myself​ fixed my mistakes (and improved my text with her suggestions. A lot!).

All lies and all that jazz. Hartbig AU (other parts here). SFW. (N)SFF - this chapter could contain a trigger (shots fired). 3130+ words.

Chester sighs, dropping his shoulders and running one hand through his hair before he starts speaking.

“Hannah, I understand your frustration. I really do. But you gotta understand we couldn’t tell you about our suspicions or about the raid.” He steps forward hesitantly, his eyes never leaving hers. “You know the rules. It could risk the entire operation. It could put you in danger.”

Hannah snorts, turning and walking towards the window, leaning her head against it and closing her eyes to keep the tears at bay.

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i love louis so much and when he’s happy it makes my whole chest light up, it makes me feel like there’s a hot air balloon firing up to take off inside my ribs, like the feeling of putting your cold hands around a warm mug after a chilly day outside, like the feeling you get right as you crest the highest drop on a rollercoaster. i’m so incredibly proud of him and in some small way i like to think that me loving and supporting him has helped him be happy, has helped him realize how wonderful he really is, and that means so much to me. 

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.

You don’t talk about her.
Much.

We have our routines, and we like them. We sleep side by side, our legs tangled together like we grew there, and put down roots. You’re still wild, but your fire burns differently now. Not a forest fire, all destruction and razing growth to the ground. Not a simmering volcano. Something contained - for a little while at least.

We kiss, in public, and fuck, in private and I never think twice before taking your hand to hold, as tight as if I were hauling you on to the top of a pyramid. When we fight, I don’t keep tallies of my losses, because I forget them as soon as you touch me. We’re not playing a game, we’re playing for keeps.

You turn cartwheels in the garden still, laughing.
Sometimes.

We have a cat, and you named her after the first. I’m not sure whether it was a joke or not, but your mouth twitches and twists when you call her in. Her collar is tight around her throat, and she can’t escape it.

We’re in love.
Mostly.

But sometimes, when you bleed, I know you think of her. When you punched that wall and flexed your fingers, you named the bruises her phone number. When you close your eyes, I’m not sure you always reach for me, or for a way out of the abyss that follows you. You’ve fallen twice, in your life. I’m not sure you can fall completely a third.

— 

A girl in love with an ex-cheerleader. (A.V.P)

For ammapreakers

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(( This video makes me ship Gantlos with Anagan. And Ogron with everyone. Yep. ))

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20 Writing Tips from Fiction Authors

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.

There has never been a better time than now to realize your dream of becoming a published author. Let your voice be heard and let your story be told. Never let your passion for writing wane.

for girls who need cigarettes more than people

You’ve got searing red scars
from extinguishing Newports
on your palm: feeling the ashes crinkle
into the lines on your hands,
as the embers burrow into the skin
like a plant sprouting roots; you’ve never
used an ashtray, and most days you trust your lighter
more than you trust me.
I guess I’ve never given you a good high.

Your fingers move so slowly,
stiff with pain I can only imagine:
you’re twenty going on sixty,
old enough to smoke but not old enough
to wash it down,
and you joke about joining the army,
although we both know you could never pull the trigger.

The sun bakes the red bricks
where I find you every morning,
floating beyond a haze of smoke,
the calm within the fiery summer heat,
and sometimes I think you’re onto something:
Smoke until the days go by.
Put out the fires on your palm.
But your hands are so burned, so scabbed
that they’ll never hold anyone else’s,
and maybe you don’t need them to.
That’s what the lighter’s for.

She moaned into her pillow. “Go away. I feel like dying.”
“No fair maiden should die alone,” he said, putting a hand on hers. “Shall I read to you in your final moments? What story would you like?”
She snatched her hand back. “How about the story of the idiotic prince who won’t leave the assassin alone?”
“Oh! I love that story! It has such a happy ending, too—why, the assassin was really feigning her illness in order to get the prince’s attention! Who would have guessed it? Such a clever girl. And the bedroom scene is so lovely—it’s worth reading through all of their ceaseless banter!” 
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass
I wrote a parody to the DK Rap about the PAYDAY Crew...

So they’re finally here, performing for you
If you know the words, you can join in too
Put your hands together, if you want to clap
As we take you threw this heister rap
Huh!

PAY-DAY, PAYDAY Crew

He’s the leader of the bunch, you know him well
He’s finally back, to rob some banks
His Chimano pistol, can fire in spurts
If he shoots ya, it’s gunna hurt!
He’s bolder, faster, and smarter too
He’s the first member of the PAYDAY crew
Huh!

PAY-DAY! PAYDAY Crew!
PAY-DAY! PAYDAY Crew is here!

This Rogue’s got style, so listen up dudes
He can hide his guns, to suit his crew
He’s quick and quiet when he needs to be
He can sneak up on guards, quite sil-ent-ly
If you choose him, you sure wont boast
With a “SHIT” and an “AY”, he’s one prim ghost
Huh!

PAY-DAY! PAYDAY Crew!

He has no style, he has no grace
This Wolf, has an angry face.
He can fix drills, when he needs to
And place sentry guns, just for you
Break open safes, make them go kaboom
This crazy Wolf, just digs this crew.
Huh!

PAY-DAY! PAYDAY Crew!
PAY-DAY! PAYDAY Crew is here!

He’s back again and about time too
And this time he’s in the mood
He can jump real high with his dodge build on
With his pistols out, he’s one cruel crook
He’ll make you smile with his insults too
But Cloakers beware ‘cause he’s after you!
Huh!

PAY-DAY! PAYDAY Crew!
Huh!

Finally, he’s here for you
It’s the last member of the PAYDAY crew
This guys so tough, it isn’t funny
Can make a civie cry out for mummy
Can take out a Dozer with relative ease
Makes sponging shots, seem such a breeze
He may move slow, he can’t jump high
But Chain’s here, is one hell of a guy
Huh!

C'mon Bain, take it to the safehouse!

Diamonds, gold bars, pricey paintings
Cash, servers, artifacts and shotgun shells
Ahh yeah!

Diamonds, gold bars, pricey paintings
Cash, servers, artifacts and shotgun shells
Ahh yeah!

BMP: How the butlers kiss you

Louis: Louis will be nervous and a blushing mess. He’s worried about little things like where he can put his hand or whether he should close his eyes or not. As he rest his hand lightly on your hip, he wanted to withdraw it again quickly. You assured him if it’s okay and as your fingers touched his hand, you can feel it’s cold and sweaty.

Alberto: Alberto’s kiss is mature and precise. His move is very much calculated to make sure that you’ll enjoy it as much as he does. His kiss feels like a slow burning fire. His tongue brushed the roof of your mouth, swiping the surface of your tongue before engaging it in a sweet twirl. He’ll take his time and by the end of the kiss, your body feels weak like a jelly.

Claude: His kiss is very dominant and slightly rough. Claude can’t understand what happen to him whenever you are around. Your lips bother him. Your scent is intoxicating. And it’s hard to understand why he feels that way. He’ll pin your hands above your head while his lips devour you dry.

Yu: Yu’s kiss is gentle. His fingers entangled with your hair as he looked straight in your eyes. His face is sincere as the gap between you slowly disappeared. His eyes closed slowly when Yu’s lips met yours. His feeling poured from deep within him in that perfect moment.

Luke: Luke’s kiss is gentle and slow, anticipating your every reaction. When you response to his kiss, he won’t be able to stop himself. Gaining more confidence, he’ll change the angle of the kiss as he tried to make a deeper connection.

Jan: Jan’s kiss is very passionate. You can feel his heat as he touched you. His heart beat fast in the same rhythm as yours. He nibbled your lips as he whispered his love for you. His hand reached to your hip as he pulled you in even further. The air was getting humid while both of you fought for air.

More headcanons [x]

JSJ15 - 24 June

CRACK CHICKEN!!!!

Get out your crockpot.

Put the following into the crockpot:

  1. 1kg of chicken (2 pounds for the imperial types on here)
  2. 1 cup light cream cheese
  3. ¼ cup pesto
  4. 1 tablespoon mince garlic
  5. dice up a handful of sundried tomatoes

Fire that motherfucker up and walk away for 3-6 hours.


Serve one of two ways:

  1. Mix in some pasta when it’s ready to eat (obviously you need to cook the pasta before you mix it in)
  2. With a mountain of veggies  (I really love it with celery stalks and snap peas)


This makes 4 servings:

Originally posted by dewogong

stay the night

Isaac was on your doorstep with tears in his eyes and bruises on his face. 

“Isaac?” You asked taking his hand in your own, pulling him inside you shut your door and made sure to lock it, afraid of anyone who could hurt Isaac. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, lightly feeling his swollen and bruised cheekbone. 

“No.” Isaac whispered into your hand. 

“I’ll make you tea.” You said, taking his hand into the kitchen. The sounds of you opening the cabinet, grabbing a mug, and closing it echoed around the silent kitchen. You turned the burner on and put the kettle over the open fire. 

“Isaac,” You stared leaning against the counter looking at his bruised, battered and broken body. He looked small painted in black and blues, helpless covered in his own blood. Reduced to his injuries standing by himself in my kitchen. 

“Please don’t ask me.” He begged, his voice ruptured, in the valley between crying and whispering like he couldn’t muster the courage to wail, or the strength to pretend to be strong. 

“Why would he do that?” You cried. The tears slowly falling from your eyes. Isaac looked at worn hard wood floors, biting his already swollen and bloodied lip. His bottom lip trembled but he looked up his eyes mournful. 

“I shouldn’t have come. I shouldn’t have put you in this position, it’s unfair to you, and it’s dangerous because my dad is probably looking for me and will be here any minute-” Isaac rambled anxiously rubbing his hands together and swinging his left foot back and forth. 

“Isaac.” You interrupted him. “Please come.” You whispered walking up to him. “When you’re scared come to me please. I want to help you.” You were on the verge of tears, but one of you needed to stay strong. Isaac enveloped you in a tight hug. You pressed your face against his worn cotton tee shirt and you could smell the mix of his laundry detergent, blood, soap, and deodorant. 

You hugged him tighter and kept the tears a bay. Isaac let go of you when the tea kettle began to whistle. You poured him a cup and put some chamomile tea in it. 

You both walked up into your room while he drank his tea. 

“Will you stay with me?” You asked as he stared out your window across the street to his house, where the light was still on in his bedroom window. You looked around your bedroom and couldn’t help feel at home and safe. Had Isaac ever felt that way? 

“I don’t know.” Isaac whispered. 

“You can’t go home. He’ll hurt you.” You said, rubbing circles on his palm, standing as close as you could. 

“I can’t stay here forever.” Isaac said. 

“At least until my parents get home from their anniversary trip this Saturday.” You asked him. 

“I don’t want to burden you.” He mumbled. 

“You won’t be.” 

Isaac finished his tea, and you showed Isaac to the guest bedroom. 

Halfway through the night you heard gasping and strangled cries. You leaped out of your bed to find Isaac tangled in the sheets whimpering. You gently shook him. 

“Isaac, Isaac you’re going to be okay.” You whispered to him. His eyes shot open and he relaxed, you put your arms around his chest and you both fell asleep. 

Originally posted by want-your-kisses

everyone bleeds. they bleed through their bandages, through their clothes, through their skin, through the walls they put up. it’s impossible to capture the blood named emotion in the palms of our hands. it escapes through the cracks in our minds, and the holes in our hearts. everyone bleeds emotion.

i know because i see it. the sticky feelings that fall down people’s bodies. i remember it. smiling eyes and a lighthearted bite of your sandwich. no one else saw it, but i did. a swift flick of your eyes, and the resentment dribbling down your arms became visible.
dancing and swaying and twirling and tapping. eyes lit with fire. everyone was pleased, but i can see the weariness in the bloody footprints they left behind. they were tired. they were lonely.

the blood is everywhere. a sip of their coffee gives away their pain and suddenly their drink is crimson. the angle of their eyes when someone speaks to them, it reveals the hurt they endure. we bleed and bleed, and we leave trails of emotions behind us. we cannot contain it. we are not blood jars, we are porcelain pots, and eventually we will boil over. bandages won’t save you from destroying yourself this time. just let yourself bleed.

—  from the eyes of a wallflower

Mission: All the Challenges (June 26 – July 6)

To all Inquisition Soldiers:

It has come to my attention—

How did the Venatori even—

Why are there druffalo in the—

Is that a pride demon? Where are—

Someone get all those greataxes—

Put that fire out! This is an impossible—

WE’RE UNDER ATTACK, DAMN IT! JUST PICK UP A WEAPON AND FIGHT!

-Commander Cullen

Agent & Inquisition Goals:

All hell is breaking loose in Thedas, and the Inquisition needs your help! From June 26 – July 6, you’ll be faced with a series of challenges: Survive matches without dying, accumulate match points, kill all manner of demons, Venatori, and red templars, slay dragons, and use every weapon you can get your hands on!

Check Multiplayer Mode daily, because the new challenges are right around the corner.

Agent Completion: Agent awarded a Commendation Chest.

Inquisition Completion: All agents awarded a Victory Chest.

Mission: All the Challenges begins at 10 am PST Friday, June 26, and ends at 5 am Monday, July 6.

Good luck!

Day 30: Wrap-up

We’ve made it to the end!

What a month it has been. I know it’s beaten me to a pulp for sure.

I’m hoping though, that we all made great progress, or maybe even just a bit of progress is good as well. A journey of 1,000 miles starts with one step, and gosh, world building sure does feel like making such a pilgrimage.

Today lets reflect on what you’ve learned about your world, what wasn’t there before, what you’ve changed, and what’s stayed the same.

Are you proud? Do you feel a fire in your belly? Do you feel like the reality of your undertaking is weighing down on you? It’s fine because world building is hard work. Art is hard work. Writing is hard work.

We don’t become exhausted because we’re weak, we’re tired because we put time, attention, and energy into something complex and immense.

Lets reach out and shake hands, lets pat ourselves on our backs and recognize our achievements for surviving the 3rd annual world building June.

It’s easily been the biggest turnout yet, and I’m so proud to have such a talented community gathered here.

Special thanks to: fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment for giving us a bump again this year, without you, we wouldn’t have reached out to as many interested builders. My friend kitteneatermcpunchface for helping me keep going and reminding me to get stuff done when everything was coming down around my ears. The MSpaint forum adventure community and Eagletime forum community who’ve always kept me inspired to keep on expanding my worlds with all the creatives there ready to knock around ideas.

I’m Gen, a world builder, writer, and artist just trying to create wonderful stories that give people that excited feeling that the stories of others give me. Those feelings of wonder and curiosity, of empathy and discovery. I’m a disabled, non-binary individual who is proud of the unique perspective granted to me by my experiences and the way my brain works, even if sometimes it can work against me.

I absolutely can’t wait to host for you all next year for the 4th annual World building June. I hope to do this for many many years to come.

KEEP BUILDING!

Twelve unboxing pt.2

(I will take pics with a decent camera later :c sorry if these are kinda blurry, they were taken with my kindle fire and yeah… it doesn’t take the best pictures)

*is almost knocked back by the STRONG smell of plastic* Like whoa… beware of that when you get your own, peeps.

【°∀°】

He is… perfect.

[Because the first thing I do is make him look silly with his helmet on top of his head   ( ‾ʖ̫‾) , he also doesn’t have a great grip on the helmet when you try to put it in his hand, it keeps falling off]

*looks like he’s posing for the camera* <3 haha

HIS. ANKLE. BRACELET. I… CAN’T.  (̂ ˃̥̥̥ ˑ̫ ˂̥̥̥ )̂

*PLAYS WITH ANKLE BRACELET FOR 20 MINUTES*

ALL ZE CUTE DETAILS. IT’S SO WELL MADE.

GOODBYE.