but now there’s only two X’s, and hasn’t it been around 10 days since that page went up? so, 20 days from now, is March 4. you may recognize that day, since after all it is the day the Study in Scarlet case begins. so, back to the source…
i got no idea on the rest of that, i at least couldn’t find anything wrong with that pic.
The number one problem that occurs with child characters is the writer clearly not knowing how children develop. I know that not everyone has actual experience working with children, but that’s not excuse for not doing a little research or asking a writing blog! ;)
When a writer doesn’t know anything about a child character’s age group, it shows. Painfully. More often than not, I see children who are written way below their age level- eleven-year-olds who act like five-year-olds, and so on.
So, the first thing you want to do is…
1. Your research. Try and get a general idea of what kind of vocabulary children have at that age, or what kind of emotional development they have. Usually, children are smarter than people tend to think. A two-year-old acts very differently than a five-year-old, which acts very differently than a ten-year-old.
Intelligence: One thing that people often assume- even unconsciously- is that children are not that smart. But what you have to remember is that children start off as blank slates who don’t know anything about this world, and that each is learning to navigate this strange new world at difference paces. Just because a child is staring blankly or standing quietly doesn’t mean they’re not thinking. Even if something that they do not understand is happening around them, their gears are constantly moving, trying to figure it all out.
When a child does something that you think is “stupid”, they are actually just interacting with their unfamiliar world, often in one of a few ways:
Mimicry: Children look to grown-ups as examples- listening in on how you talk and learning some new vocabulary, or looking to you and your reaction when a new situation arises and they are not sure how to handle it. Even when you don’t realize it, they are learning behaviors from you and will sometimes try to imitate them. (That’s why there is so much importance in ‘setting a good example’ for younger people.)
Trial and Error: This is a especially common in younger children, like toddlers or even babies. In a brand new world, anything is fair game to try. We as grown-ups know that you should not hit the cat just because you want it to move. Toddlers don’t, and so, they might try to hit the cat, and the cat will scratch them, and thus they have learned “don’t hit the cat.”
3. Dialogue: One of the most obvious characters you might see in a child character is their manner of speaking. Language is complicated, and it takes children years to figure it out. Grammar is complicated. We can go our whole lives without ever mastering it.
The development of language is going to be a key indicator to the reader for the approximate age of the character. In any case, stereotypical baby talk gets on the nerves.
You’re going to want to look at your child development for language development for ages, but more than anything, try to listen to children talk. There are plenty of videos on the internet that you can use.
Common traits in the way kids talk:
Speed: Kids tend to have a lot of run-on sentences, especially when they are excited.
Mixing up pronouns: This is particularly common kids aged 2-5. The most common type I’ve seen is the mix up words like “his” and “him”- for example, a child might say “it’s him car” instead of “it’s his car”
Backtracking: Children will often get ahead of themselves when talking- meaning, speaking faster than they can think. There is a lot of “oh wait” and “oh yeah” especially when telling a story.
Repetition: Fairly self-explanatory. Children will often say the same thing over and over.
Statements: Children tend to state the obvious, oftentimes things that adults wouldn’t bother to say.
Vocabulary: As mentioned, children tend to mimic things that they see and hear. Sometimes they will use a word even when they don’t know what they mean exactly.
Sense of Time: Again, this is particularly younger children. Toddlers will often begin stories that happened months ago with “yesterday”, just because they don’t have a real concept of time.
4. Personality: Remember, children are not another species of beings. They are people, and individuals, and each one is unique. They are going to behave differently.
Nature: Think of your child’s innate personality. Are they quiet? Outgoing? Observant? Imaginative? People change with their experiences, but you can still see who they are as individuals even looking back.
Nurture: Think about the environment in which your character lives or is growing up, and how it affects them. For example, children who are rarely separated from the their parents when they are young tend to be more wary and dependent.
Mainly, get familiar with have children think, speak, move, and behave. If you have a question about a particular behavior for a child, you can always feel free t ask as well, and I’ll see what I can answer!
The Orb of Kadath: an impossibly ancient artifact imbued with dark and powerful magic. To one amateur adventurer, it was also an irresistibly appealing shade of red, and in a moment of impulse, a poor decision was made.
He’ll be fine— he just needs some medical and magical attention. And if these two need to read the runes on the Orb in the meantime, all they need is a light.
rule number one about axolotls seems to be “if it fits, it’s going in their mouth”. These axolotl people are smarter than their real-world counterparts, but… not a whole lot smarter, sometimes. They probably shouldn’t go adventuring without a chaperone.
- Songs that praise light skin by devaluing & disrespecting dark skin
- Telling children to “stay out of the sun” because you don’t want them to be darker
- “”“Preferences”“” for light skin 🙃
- People with light skin being listened to more often than people with dark skin
- Light skin being associated with beauty & intelligence in and outside the black community while dark skin is associated with aggression and ugliness
- Favouring family members with light skin immediately over those with dark skin
- Media depicting acceptable blackness as light skin
- When actors/actresses with dark skin are cast, their roles are often loud, aggressive, ghetto, etc
- Or casting actors/actresses with light skin to play characters with dark skin instead of just fucking hiring somebody with dark skin
- Dark skin being the punchline of shitty “jokes” about how nobody could love dark skin
- “We all niggas to the whites” being said to shut down conversations about colorism
- “I don’t realize that talking about colorism isn’t dismissing the struggles I face as a black person, so I’m going to derail conversations about colorism whenever I see them and not bother to learn about it” 🙃
- When the above thing happens people with light skin always think they in the right because colorism teaches us that we’re smarter than people with dark skin and by default right
- Tbh somebody with light skin could just be breathing or doing something mediocre and they get praised to high heaven, which goes back to the idea of light skin being so over valued in our community
- Half of us ain’t even all that we just light
- Makeup catering to people who are white passing or have light skin
- People with dark skin being told they can’t wear certain colors/patterns
- I can guarantee we (light skinned people) salty when a woman with dark skin gets more attention than us because colorism is so pervasive it’s taught us that we’re better and deserve more attention automatically
- Language differences: in daily conversation people with light skin are less dehumanized and more respected than people with dark skin
- I really believe if I wasn’t light I would not be able to do this project because nobody would listen to me. I’m not even saying anything new or inventive, I’m just repeating what people with dark skin have been saying
- If any of this is outta line I’d be more than happy to be corrected by somebody who has experienced/experiences colorism 😊
not to seriouspost but like the reasons musicals are not thought of as a “serious artform” is because it is seen as frivolous, emotional, specific; all feminine traits so yes the reason people dont like musicals is because of sexism and homophobia
The worst part about owning a snake and loving reptiles is when people immediately shut you down. “Lol my snake did this cute thing where he starte-” “EW YOU HAVE A SNAKE?!” “yeah?” “That’s gross. I don’t want to even hear about them.” and you sit there like “you people let your dog lick your face after it ate shit and licked his nuts and you call me gross?????”
That and some of the comments when people do want to see pictures and I think they are interested when all they say is “Wow he’s pretty, he’d make a nice belt/shoes/purse.” or “Are you going to eat him and keep his skin when he dies? I would.” Like WTF?!!! He’s my Companion!!! My little buddy, my snon (snake son). Do I look at your pets or kids and go “Hmmm I wonder if Charley or Rudy would make a nice dinner or carpet Hellen.”
Fuck people who do this. I understand if you fear or hate snakes or reptiles but some of us love them. Don’t sit there and put us and our pets down and call us ugly or gross. You’re just jealous my baby has better skin and beautiful colors that you could never achieve. Plus snakes are not slimy! They are actually very smooth and soft especially when they run between your hands. They can do silly and derpy things too, and are smarter than what most people give them credit for. Thru can also learn who their handler is and develop a trust between them and learning their personalities and body language is fun and awesome because you start to learn how to read them.
OMG please let Trump testify under oath. 4 hours of testimony would yield enough evidence to impeach him and half of his cabinet. Trump’s problem is he honestly believes he’s smarter than actual smart people (hint: he isn’t - he’s mistaking his wealth and white privilege for “smarts”)
Draco walked outside, wearing nothing but a thin shirt to keep out the cold december night. He vaguely realised in the back of his mind that being anywhere but his bed right now was a bad idea, with this amount of sleeping draught circulating through his veins. Who knew what would happen if he fell asleep in the snow.
Draco didn’t care, however. The fog in his head was only pierced by one thought: At least I want to see the stars one last time. One more moment under the stars before everything collapses.
Lying on his back, the cold soaked his clothes, his skin, his bones, his heart, his soul. Why was he still alive? Why had he survived where others didn’t? Why had they suffered for someone too afraid to live?
Grey eyes that felt like dying sought the sky, until they found what they were looking for; Regulus. Sirius’ brother had become a bit of a hero for Draco. He’d done what Draco couldn’t, had seen evil and fought it.
I’m so sorry, big guy. So sorry. Where you struggled, I thrived. Where you died, I survived. Where you chose wisely, I made grave mistakes. I can never right what I did wrong, never forget what I did nor move past it.
Steadily Draco’s breath slowed down, his chest barely moving amidst the winter landscape. Frozen eyelashes fluttered shut one last time, thin ice sheets taking shape, holding them closed until the morning sun would melt them with her powerful beams. They would bring life to this planet, to this village, to this place. But not to his body. Not anymore. Not if Draco had any say in it.
Soft lips, curly black hair, a blazing fire of hope behind emerald eyes. Beams of sunlight would not meet Draco’s eyelashes that morning. Instead, they met him.
“Good morning sunshine.” A worried smile on cracked lips, deep rings of fatigue accompanying a tired gaze, liquid relief dripping from whispered words of greeting. Harry.
A tidal wave of feelings hit Draco square in the chest, so much it physically hurt. He curled up like a ball, pulling Harry’s hand and then entire arm with him under the duvet of his hospital bed. The guilt that ate away at him from the inside had overwhelmed him again last night. He honestly preferred the cruciatus curse over this.
The desperation with which he clung to this man, his man, was just as painful for Harry to watch. Months it had taken him to coax the blond out of hiding, telling him it was okay, no one would have acted differently had they been in Draco’s position. Even the ministry had eventually agreed to this, and dropped all charges against him.
Draco could just never see it that way. Hadn’t he been a bully before? Hadn’t he helped Umbridge? Hadn’t he tried to scare Harry off his broom in third year?
Maybe he wasn’t a terrorist, but he was no nice person either. So many of his friends had been so much better, smarter, nicer, more deserving people than him. More deserving to be here. More deserving to live. More deserving to be loved.
Why can’t he see I shouldn’t be here? Why didn’t he leave me in that fire? Why won’t he just let me go?
At the same time Harry couldn’t let him go, and not just because Draco held his arm in a deadlock. If he could do this, if he could make Draco willing to live again, make him happy…
Harry’s childhood had been many things, but normal wasn’t one of them. This person, this man, had been the only normal thing in his life. His enemy in a non psycho-killer way, his sports rival, his first crush. He’d made himself belief that if he could act on this one normal thing, all would somehow be less traumatic. A way to get something positive out of the war. A way to stay sane amidst the madness.
“It’s alright love.” Harry kissed Draco’s forehead. “It’s okay. I found you. I will always find you when you’re hurting. Always come when reason fails you.”
“It’s not reason failing me, Potter.” Ouch, that hurt. He never called him Potter unless he was trying to get rid of the man who saved him. Saved them all.
“It’s you reason has failed. You who should leave, should have left me. You who should be happy. You who should be anywhere but here.” His voice was steered away from trembling with difficulty, but Harry knew it was broken. Broken like he would have been, had he not found the blond last night.
“Even if all of that is true, love, where else should I find happiness but here? With you?” Harry had no shame in letting his tears run free. Sometimes Draco would kiss them away. “I am happy only when I’m with you. I don’t keep you around for you. I keep you around for me.”
Now Draco knew his boyfriend was lying, Harry was way to selfless for that. He looked up to say just that, but was met with a kiss so hard, so desperate, so powerful, he was knocked back into this pillow. Harry moved and was soon on top of him. He knew damn well Draco could not handle this weight pressing on top of him, could not handle his guilt, his emotions, without Harry as a counterweight. As a reversed ocean, where you only drowned if your head broke the surface, and love was found at the bottom.
Draco sunk like a rock.
“I will not leave.” Harry whispered when they broke apart for breath.
“I will never not save you.” He said after a second kiss.
“I will be happy.” Brushing blond hairs away, pressing a kiss on his forehead.
“With you.” He forced the blond to look at him, holding Draco’s face in place with just a bit too much force.
“And I will never. Ever. Be anywhere but here.” Harry pressed his hand on Draco’s chest. On Draco’s heart.
Posted it again because I made some minor changes to the first part. Hope you like it…
Warning : I was drunk when I wrote this, just coming back from a friend place…I drunk two beers, and that’s enough for me to get drunk, how weak am I right ? It’s because I never drink…Anyway, that’s why this fic is shittier than usually blahblahblah it’s all fun and game until blahblahblah I thought about not writing this and posting it, but then I promised two stories for tonight so still did it and I’m an idiot yes thank you very much. Look how great Bruce looks down there. Damn hottie. DAAAAAAMN HOTTIE.
Decided to group two requests, because the two together inspired me. So here for a shy reader, newly a Justice League member, intimidated by the Bat. As usual, feedbacks are very welcome, hope you’ll like it :
No matter what people could say, how many arguments against it they had, and how much they were sceptic about it…it wouldn’t change your mind. You strongly believed in Destiny.
Because it was impossible only coincidences brought you were you were now…in the Justice League’s headquarters !
It wasn’t a coincidence that your path crossed Billy Batson’s, aka Shazam, one of the most powerful superhero in the World (though he was barely ten years old), and that you ended up adopting him.
It wasn’t a coincidence that you so happen to be a meta-human too, being able to manipulate the four elements.
It wasn’t a coincidence that your son got noticed by the Justice League, nor was it a coincidence either that soon, the leaguers discovered he was only a ten year old boy in the body of a grown ass man (when he used his powers) and therefor, discovered that he had a mom…you. Who almost grilled Superman because you thought he wanted to hurt your boy.
You believe strongly in Destiny, because hell, if all those chain of events were just coincidental, then wow…It just didn’t make sense. It was just too good to be true you know ? From your first meeting with four years old Billy to now, sitting in the League’s headquarter, in fucking Space !
The first one you met was Batman, and damn that guy was intimidating…But when he spoke to you, and when he congratulated you to have raised such a good boy as Billy, something weird happened in your heart.
At first, you pegged it for a stupid teenage like crush. Like the slight infatuation you’d have on the most popular boy in school, or on a teacher, knowing damn well you’d never have a chance with them. But then…Then it was more than that. The more you saw and talked to him, the more you had…feelings stirring in your belly and such.
Destiny. You strongly believed in it.
So, when you started to fall for the Bat, you decided it was also Destiny…Only, sometimes fate could be a bitch, and would destin you to be a sad miserable human being. Because there was absolutely NO chance that you’d ever get with a guy like Batman, he was way out of your league.
OMG THIS. SERIOUSLY.
Aaaaaaand Sherlock would have been just what he is: a fucking awesome genious who can always find a clever solution. Molly’s characyer would have been saved and still acceptable and I want to tell myself this is how that scene went ok? Bye.
Ed about missing Isabella: I loved her. She was my everything.
Ed about missing Oswald: He was a sort of guide to me on my journey. He’s the only one All my life I felt like there was someone inside of me, someone stronger and and smarter. Someone that people would fear. No one else saw that except Oswald. My search for a teacher or an enemy that was just me trying to hold onto him for a little bit longer.
Not to mention the stuff he said to his hallucination, and the fact that there was an hallucination!
•Lance is really smart, smarter than people think he is. Many times when people comment on how smart he is he gets livid. Though he hides it and just ignores whoever commented on it and later releases stress during training. The anger pushing him through.
One time Keith found him and went to the observation deck and stopped the training. Lance had passed level that the paladins together couldn’t even get near.
•Lance was in a car crash when he was founder and has scars littered around his abdomen and his back. He has barely survived the crash. The scars still being a pink that stood out. He hates how they look and as he’s changing one of his team mates comes in and he starts to have a “small” panic attack.
•Lance wasn’t o good terms with his family at all. His father took out his anger in him when he was around, not agreeing with how Lance expressed himself or him being bisexual. It made Lance really sensitive to loud noises/yelling. After a mission someone(one of the paladins or Allura. Coran is too nice) yells at Lance for something he did. He flinched and tears start falling from his eyes as he stares at the with a blank face, unable to discern what is his fathers past voice and the current voice.
•Lance had a hard time focusing on anything but one thing. A lot of the time he gets super focused on doing something until he gets it just perfect and finishes it correctly. The team doesn’t know about those and yanks him away from the things he’s doing and it makes him panic and get anxious. Because a voice in his head always told him that if he didn’t do it something bad would happen to those he loves. So when he’s interrupted he can barely function until he finishes what he was doing.
•Lance begins to not sleep or eat and starts hallucinating. He sees his family and his past lovers. Some of his past lovers aren’t the greatest and seeing them again makes him revert to the shy timid and skittish Lance. Even the slightest loud voice or quick movement makes him flinch and start freaking out.
Let’s start with Misumi. He is really heartbroken over that subordinate he had who was like his other half. I mean, he’s at the grave wondering if he used Yashiro to replace that guy and then goes on to say that no one could replace him ajshags I want a 4 volume arc of THE TRAGIC MISUMI LOVE STORY so badly. I’m willing to bet that the whole Amou-lost-his-finger-and-gave-up-his-normal-life thing is also part of that. And then Misumi goes on to mention Sanwakai. In chapter 19, Hirata is helping the Gouda group get in good with the Sanwakai head family so they’re obviously not best friends with Doushinkai but I now wonder how much of a history they have…
Now, we all know how Misumi feels about Doumeki, and how he feels about Yashiro falling for Doumeki, but now I see it in a different light. Misumi doesn’t want Yashiro to make the same mistakes. To become so damn close to someone that when they die in this world you never find your other half again. He, in his own way, is trying to protect Yashiro too.
And that’s also why Yashiro just flippantly says “I’ve got no use for [Doumeki] so I left him behind.” Misumi’s underlings have been monitoring Yashiro and one of them admitted that they’ve been watching a lot. So Yashiro acts like he’s done with Doumeki because they’re sure as hell going to report that back to Misumi.
Did anyone notice that the MINUTE Grasshopper Face mentions Doumeki, Yashiro starts scratching at the boyfriend shirt? Awwww, he loves Doumeki. Also, since when does Yashiro complain about rough treatment? I know he loves trolling Misumi’s men but he is actually complaining a bit. I guess after Doumeki’s Spectacular Lovemaking, Yashiro has standards. Nice.
Remember when Kaichou tells Misumi that most people don’t like Yashiro? The way Grasshopper Face treats Yashiro is proof of that. He calls Yashiro out when Yashiro says they’re strange, and you can tell he really dislikes my flawless son.
Ryuuzaki is smarter than people give him credit for. I mean,
he is running Matsubara so he has to be somewhat smart but he has Hirata all figured out.
I love how Hirata spends 10 minutes putting Ryuuzaki down
and telling him he’s gonna die anyway and thinks Ryuuzaki will be like OH
LOL OKAY I’LL KILL YASHIRO CAUSE I DON’T WANT PEOPLE TO THINK I SUCK, sure that’ll work. Hirata is so full of himself it’s gross.
Please let the detectives that are following Ryuuzaki help out, because he just stabbed Hirata in a safe house full of his own men so he’s gonna need to fight a ton to get out in one piece.