-No one’s going to see your first draft. -Your first draft is just a really detailed outline. -You can edit later. -Your first draft is just you telling your story to yourself. Editing is making it presentable to other people. -Your writing isn’t going to improve if you sit there and stare at the paper. -Your writing WILL improve if you continue to write. -You have enough time. -Inspiration and motivation are not necessary to write. Just nice. -Yes. It’s garbage. Keep writing anyway. -No one cares how bad your first draft is. -Edit later. -You’re doing fine. -Don’t stop writing. -Read. -Writer’s Block is a concept and not real. -Write anything you want for five minutes. That’ll help the brain juice flow. -There’s always someone better and there’s always someone worse. -You are not as bad as you think you are. -Write whatever you want to. -If it makes you happy, that’s what matters. -You don’t have to show your work to people if you don’t want to. -You got this. -Go write.
When Oliver Queen
returns for his final year at Hogwarts with the mysterious death of his father
hanging over his head, he doesn’t expect much to change. But when he meets
Felicity Smoak, a brilliant force of nature with her own mysteries, everything
shifts. As they fall in love and delve deep into the secrets of Hogwarts, they
uncover many truths about themselves and the darkness within the magical world.
Nothing will ever be
Yes, a Harry Potter!AU.
Stunning artwork by @gothsmoak (who made three more posters I will reveal as we go along!)
this is, by far, the most embarrassing way i have ever died. i’m giving up video games after this. sorry emily, your father can’t save you bc his dumb ass died on a stranger’s balcony at the hand of his own stupidity
And as for what it’s like watching Riki Lindhome swoop in on Sheldon. I can’t lie: I felt a twinge of envy! As the actor who plays Amy, I feel like part of me is anchored to Sheldon because he has been my character’s beloved for so many years. Seeing Sheldon getting attention from a woman felt like it must have been empowering for him (if he were able to be conscious of it!), but when she kissed him – every time in rehearsal – I felt a twinge of discomfort! I know that might sound silly and I respect Riki as an actor tremendously, but I can’t help but feel like something that was ‘mine’ was being imposed upon. - Mayim Bialik.
store bought flowers or wild ones? staying inside with open windows and the curtains blowing or laying in a field of grass with the sun shining? singing along to your favorite songs or reading a book quietly?
Stunned, Rose can’t summon the words to argue with him—Please don’t take me home, at least let me say goodbye to my friends first, please just talk to me, please—they all just drift around uselessly, unable to climb their way out of her throat.
Silently, she follows after him.
The first thing Rose hears upon setting foot in the TARDIS
is the sound of her own name, nearly lost amidst the full solid weight of
Mickey barreling into her like a freight train.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe it, I thought you’d never make
it back!” Mickey half-laughs, half-shouts into her ear. His arms wind snugly
around her, a pair of friendly boa constrictors squeezing her in
happiness. Rose hugs him back just as tightly, barely managing to blink back
tears; she didn’t expect to cry right now, but god, it just feels so
comfortable and warm, and it’s been so long since anyone hugged her.
“The Doctor said all the links were severed when you when
through the mirror,” Mickey continues. “He said it was impossible, he said—”
Suddenly Mickey steps back, his nose scrunched in confusion.
“Hang on,” he says, holding Rose at arms’ length while he looks her up and
down, eyes traveling over her coiffed hair, her heavy silken gown. “Wow. You
“Wow,” Rose teases. “You don’t.”
“Well, it’s only been a few hours for me—what about you?”
“About six months.”
Mickey’s face darkens, his eyes flickering over to the
Doctor. “Six months?”
“Yep, looks like my calculations were a bit off,” the Doctor
says, his voice tight as he breezes past them up the ramp. He rounds the
console, tossing a switch here, a lever there. “Well, to be fair, it’s less to
do with my calculations, more to do with an unstable time window—difficult to
predict, those, especially when they’re in such a sad state of disrepair. But
luckily for us,” he says, and his gaze very carefully avoids Rose at that last
word, “there was a loose connection.”
The TARDIS shudders around them as it dematerializes, and
Rose closes her eyes at the sound of the time rotor grinding, the
still-familiar vworp-vworp noise and
the soft and gentle buzz-hum underneath. She places a hand against a coral
strut, relishing the sandpaper-roughness beneath her fingers, and this time she
doesn’t fight the tear that trickles down her cheek. It’s as if a hole was
gnawing away in her chest over the last half-year, no matter how she tried to
ignore it, but now it’s filling in again. Good grief, but she’s missed these
sounds, this place.
“So that’s that,” the Doctor says, as if it’s final,
somehow. Rose opens her eyes to find him galloping down the ramp, striding out
of the console room. “End of one chapter, beginning of another. Welcome back to
the TARDIS!” the Doctor shouts over his shoulder.
Me, seeing a chunk of the general fandom fight over whether Jon Snow picks his sister or his aunt to marry:
Me, quietly speaking because I have nothing against anyone but uttering lowly and respectively my observation:
why does Jon Snow have to be with anyone? Why can't he just be focused on trying to protect the only one that he knows is alive that is left of a once very large family. And be trying to focus on using the entirety of the North against the white walkers, and therefore focused on getting the dragon glass to fight said white walkers? Why does Jon have to be aiming toward the Iron Throne when all his focus is on right now is surviving the long winter to make sure that Winterfell is even left to come home too in the first place when that long night passes?