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Arrow AU: Malcolm Merlyn is shot dead in an alleyway when Tommy Merlyn is eight years old. Rebecca Merlyn takes one look at the Glades and decides that she’s changing the place for the better. Tommy Merlyn’s father figure growing up is Robert Queen. Tommy and Oliver both end up on the gambit. 

anonymous asked:

*tapdances* Duke, do you have any advice about using "X said" and "Y says"? I know that using it too much is supposed to be bad, but putting a lot of alternatives instead starts to get gimmicky and irritating. As a reader, I only tend to notice it if the scene is basically dialogue with just "stuff," said character X. "more stuff," said character Y, and only when it's realy dull dialogue. Should I just put more sentences in between the bits of dialogue, or is there a more elegant option?

*Curtsies* So here’s the thing about speaker tags: they’re a necessary evil, and as much as creative writing teachers bitch and moan about them, you can’t avoid using them and most readers are so used to them that they’re essentially invisible. I just wrote a book that has literally seven main characters, often all in the same room at the same time. There is no way I could dispense with speaker tags. (I just did a Ctrl+F and I use the word “said” over 900 times.) I did come up with some creative solutions to the “he said/she said” problem but they only worked because of the topic and format of the book and aren’t a catchall solution so I’m not going to get into that. I did, however, in working with my agent and editor, come up with a loose set of rules for how to make speaker tags as effective and simultaneously inoffensive as possible:

  1. Only use them when you really need them. If you’ve got less than about four people in a scene and it’s clear from context who’s speaking, you don’t need a speaker tag at all. Leave it out. 
  2. Resist the urge to try to make them interesting. Do not insert adverbs or go through a thesaurus for synonyms for “said” because I guarantee seeing “he snarled” “she hissed” “he spat” is a thousand times more annoying/conspicuous than just seeing “said” three times in a row. However, this comes with a caveat: writing teachers will tell you that “said” is the only word you should ever use for a speaker tag, and that’s bullshit. Saying something is not the same as shouting it or whispering it. If the way something is said is important, you are allowed to indicate that. Just don’t go overboard.
  3. Don’t fight it. Sometimes, you have to use a lot of speaker tags. That’s just how writing works, and shoehorning unnecessary lines of narration in between to break it up is not the answer. It’s not worth stressing about. Use the speaker tags when you need them, don’t change the way you’re writing to try to hide them, and definitely don’t worry about it when you’re still in the middle of the creative process. Whether you’re overusing speaker tags is one of the last things you should worry about. 

So, that’s my two cents. You can’t live without them, so best just make peace. Clarity is almost always better than trying to be unnecessarily clever. Lastly: this is a very, very minor thing. Don’t stress about it.

anonymous asked:

What is with people coming into the tag saying Kabby is platonic? Or they are irrelevant? Why even tag that kind of nonsense? What did we do to deserve this hatred?!?!


All right, kids, strap in, Kabby Mom has A LOT OF THINGS TO SAY.

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Taylor, since the 1989 era started, has really been pushing to remind us that we don’t need a romantic partner to be happy, and I feel like that has really worked, in that people now understand the essence of who she is and and that she is not and never has been a ‘serial dater’. 

That being said though, I can’t help but wonder. I’m twenty years old this year and I’ve never had a boyfriend - not even a silly one in Year 10 or anything like that. (Guys just didn’t seem to like me that way because I was the weird girl they’d been to school with since 8 years old we loved country music and walked ‘like a spaz’.) 

The point is, I’ve still never been in love, or even had someone smitten I could even think about loving that way, and it’s started to be on my mind a lot, because I do worry about ending up alone. 

I just can’t help but yearn for it to finally happen but at the same time I’m trying to live by Taylor’s advice and not need a man in my life first before I have one… but I just can’t seem to stop feeling like there’s something I’m missing. 

Am I being ridiculous? Is there something wrong with me? I would LOVE to know how Taylor go over feeling like this because I am STUMPED. ?

I call dibs!

Summary: Just a quick drabble about Sam and Dean stopping at a cafe.

Pairing: Dean x reader (ish)

A/N: This is only my second published piece, so I apologize for any mistakes. Also, feedback would be greatly appreciated… tell me how it is! (:

(I’m tagging @waywardlullabies because she is my writing idol and gave me some awesome advice about writing)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

   Dean pushed the door to the small cafe open and took a step inside, Sam following soon behind. The atmosphere was gentle; it was quiet, calm and relaxing. The two made their way towards a booth in the back and took a seat opposite each other.

   “Yeah, this place doesn’t look so bad. Good choice, Sammy,” Dean said as he pulled his arms from the sleeves of his jacket and set it on the seat next to him, revealing a red plaid shirt over a black tee. Sam mimicked the behavior, undoing the zipper on his own coat and setting it beside him as well. He pushed his long chestnut brown hair behind his left ear and smiled as a petite waitress walked towards them.

   She kindly greeted them with a sincere smile and wrote down their orders, then looked Sam up and down with a sly grin before heading back behind the counter towards the back of the cafe.

   “Dude, she was totally checking you out just now,” Dean smirked and wiggled his eyebrows towards his younger brother. Sam just rolled his eyes and fidgeted with the buttons on his black button-up as he waited for his coffee.

   The waitress soon returned with two drinks, and asked if they needed anything else. Dean was about to reply when he heard a quiet, suppressed giggle coming from across the cafe. He glanced past the waitress and saw a girl sitting alone at a two-person table reading a book and eating a piece of pie.

   Sam gave Dean a side-glance of concern, noticing his sudden loss of focus on the waitress, and responded with a “N-no, that’s okay, thanks” and a short smile as she returned to behind the counter. 

   “Dean, what’re you…” Sam questioned with a quizzical look, then turned his head to follow Dean’s path of sight.

   The girl was looking down at her book, a smile on her face as her long blonde locks fell over her shoulder and onto the edge of the pages while she read. The corners of her mouth suddenly turned up into an even bigger grin and she giggled yet again. The tiny noise escaped her mouth and wrinkles formed around her eyes as she continued to laugh at the novel in her hand. She then grabbed the fork resting on her plate and shoveled a mouthful of delicious apple pie between her pink lips. The boys watched her chew and swallow, taking her time to taste every bit while also digesting the words in front of her, the happy expression never leaving her face.

   Dean then blurted out three words, which again brought out an eye-roll and a smile from Sam;

“I call dibs!”

anonymous asked:

Any words of wisdom for someone moving to NYC for college?

My relationship with NYC has been entirely post-collegiate, so I’m shooting for general NYC advice instead – hope it gives a little insight at least. 

My key recommendation for all people moving to New York City? It’s okay to hate it sometimes. This is completely biased by the fact that I hate this shitty sinkhole of a city, but nothing is more despairing than being surrounded by assholes who have drunk the goddamn kool aid talking about how great and fucking fabulous getting a half-hearted reach around in the form of off-Broadway theater tickets for less than $100/a head is while getting brutally drilled for your condemned bedroom in a railroad apartment – which should also probably be condemned. New York is expensive and exhausting. You are not doing it wrong if you hate it sometimes. Or are like me, and hate it most of the time. 

Other than that, here are some cheap eats to check out:

King of Falafel
Shanghai Deluxe Cafe
Kalustyan (2nd floor)
Anywhere in Flushing
Drop by Astoria
Make the trek out to Murray Hill (the one that’s in Queens) for Korean sometime

If you want to get fucked up on the cheap, apparently a really good place to go is Ninth Ward, as I learned last week. Just remember, two-for-one well drink night is an offer, not a challenge. Do not pick up that gauntlet when you have to go to work the next morning. Or I guess class.

And since you’re a student, take advantage of the actual tremendous cultural opportunities there are in the city: visit the Met a lot, visit the MoMa a lot (why does it have a design that makes it impossible to display such a huge amount of its incredible collection? only Satan knows, anon), maybe go to the Whitney while you are drunk. Definitely do not go to the Frick (aka, the Avengers Mansion!) while you are drunk because they do not like that. At all. Go to the Natural History Museum. Check out the Museum of the Moving Image. Go to the Neue and feel ripped off there isn’t more Gustav Klimt and worry about Egon Schiel (just like, as a construct) and then go to their marvelous in-house cafe and order the apple strudel. TRUST US on this one. 

Also go to the High Line. Eat a Melt Bake Shop Morticia ice cream sandwich. IT WILL CHANGE YOUR GOD DAMN LIFE. 

I’m actually tagging merelyn here because I’m a downer cow and she probably has better advice.