so i hope that have some sort of plan

I don’t want to make this long and I’ve debated about whether or not I wanted to post anything, but I feel it necessary to those of you that follow to say a little something.

Due to some personal stuff going on in my life, I’ve had to take a severe step back from certain projects and things related to this website and fandom. I still love Mass Effect and I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon, but I may have to take a short hiatus or two while I get things in my life sorted. Clearly, I hope you’ll all stick around during those times of absence, but I understand if you don’t. DME has been posting daily since late October 2015, so I think that taking some time off isn’t necessarily a BAD thing overall, anyway.

Even in the midst of what’s going on, I do want to say that scheduling my queue and seeing all the Mass Effect content that this community continues to produce is a wonderful and happy distraction for me. Things in my life are drastically different than they were just a month ago so having this place to dive into to take my mind off of things is really nice.

I’ve had some spectacular folks supporting me behind the scenes (a few tumblr peeps on top of some very special real life peeps). There are those of you who are helping me without even knowing it by making me smile and allowing me see that there are still beautiful and wonderful things going on out in the world.

In the beginning, I started this place as an homage to this series that helped me through a VERY difficult mental time in my life and I know I will continue to look to it to help me through this as well.

If Shepard can do it, so can I.

Thank you all.
Much ❤
~ Marina / Dustie

give it time (trini/kim, pre-relationship)

So! Tomorrow is @plastic-pipes’ birthday and since I was never given a prompt, I figured I’d just base this birthday ficlet off of some awesome art that pipes drew instead. (And how could I resist adding a trope to it?) Hope you have a great b-day, pal! :D


“So, this isn’t exactly how I saw our night off going.”

Kim’s face is only illuminated by the light of their two phones, but it’s easy to see the frustration in the tiny pinch of her forehead and slight dip of the corners of her lips, despite the lightness of her tone.

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 5- The Abominable Bride

Hello again! I was kind of excited to try this theme because I actually never wrote anything at all to do with TAB since it aired over a year ago. Tbh, I wasn’t terribly inspired by it at the time. But that’s another story lol. Now I was happy to try! So although this isn’t technically canon, it also doesn’t conflict with the canon of that episode. It could certainly fit if you’d like it to…I know I would. :)) 


A War He Must Lose

“Going somewhere?”

The deep echo of Sherlock’s voice in the back alley caused the small woman to halt and slowly turn. Once she was facing him, he could see the fear in her eyes. It occurred to him that she was afraid of him and that cut him deeply.

“Suppose I’m not anymore,” she said bitterly. “You’ve come to stop me, I assume?”

“I have,” Sherlock admitted.

She nodded. “And is the whole of Scotland Yard out front then? Waiting to take me away?” she asked through grit teeth.

Sherlock approached her slowly, again noting her trepidation. “No, Molly.”

Her lips parted in momentary shock. “Y-you know…you remember.”

“Of course I remember, yes. Do you really expect that I wouldn’t recognize a childhood schoolmate who happened to have the same last name and unmistakable eyes as a rather short and slight, but supposedly male, doctor at Bart’s hospital?” He raised a brow.

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Ladrien Summer (1/?)

ladrien summer tag

“So dude,” said Nino mildly, appearing over Adrien’s shoulder as he tended to do sometimes, “were you ever planning to tell me you were in love with Ladybug, or were you just gonna leave me out in the cold over here?”

Adrien froze, heart leaping into his mouth and face going hot. “Uhh, in love with who now?”

Nino slung an arm around his shoulders. “The girl you have all over your notebook, my dude. Superheroine extraordinaire. That chick who leaps all over the city in skintight spandex. That one.”

“It’s not spandex,” said Adrien automatically, before he could stop to  think about how it’d sound, “it’s actually made out of—… Uh.”

Nino raised his eyebrows with a knowing grin.

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Pillow Talks (Pietro x reader)

Hello babes! So, today I won’t have any fics updated, but I do have this imagine that popped into my head! I was planning on updating “Love Divided”, but I needed one more day to sort out my ideas and fortify the plot. Anyways, enjoy this fluff filled imagine. I will have some Pietro smut sometime soon, don’t worry. I hope you all have a wonderful day! xoxo

Description: You and Pietro spend the night cuddling, and talking till one of you falls asleep.

Warnings: None.

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It was eleven o’clock at night after a three week mission, and you and Pietro were exhausted. The mission ended in a fire fight and neither of you had been able to spend time with each other since the two of you started prepping for it two months ago. You and Pietro took a hot bath together, both of your muscles relaxing after such an intense couple of weeks. Neither of you wanted sex that night, you both just wanted to be with each other, and Pietro just wanted to hold you close without worrying about whether someone was going to hurt you. The both of you had crawled in bed, and you had your head on his chest while he wrapped his arms around you, stroking the top of your hair. 

“I missed this.” You whispered into his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. 

“Me too, princessa. Holding you right now, keeping you safe in my arms, is all I’ve wanted these past couple of weeks.” He pressed a kiss on your forehead and you tilted your head up towards him, batting your eyelashes. 

“I love you, Pietro.” 

“Baby, I love you too.” He gave you a soft smile, pulling you closer into him. “He took a deep breath, preparing himself for his little confession. “I want you to know that I don’t see anybody else with me in my future, but you. I don’t see a future for myself without you, F/N. You make my whole world complete. With you, the world doesn’t feel like it’s moving as slow anymore.” 

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Stay (Poe Dameron x Reader)

One-shot. Kinda fluffy, definitely smutty. 

A/N: So in the Poe Dameron comics, it’s pretty apparent that Poe is kind of fanatical about the Resistance, to the point where he definitely puts himself at Extra Risk because dude has basically no regard for his life (he’s Space!Hamilton, it’s fine). I decided to do a one-shot where he’s in a relationship and has to face what his reckless bullshit means for his partner. I actually really love how it turned out. Also, tagging now works for me, so if you want to be tagged in future crap, just let me know in replies/reblogs. @fandom-writes 

Much love and thanks everyone -CharlieXo


“Baby, you home?” Poe called from the front hall, his voice bouncing off the walls as it traveled down to you.

“BEDROOM!” You looked up from your manual, covered in brightly colored and detailed notes, waiting for him to appear in the doorway. The heavy thud of his work boots on the hardwood floors faded to soft padding as he hit the carpet, and you rolled your eyes, even as your heart beat a little faster at his approach. You tossed your notes on the bedside table and scooted out from beneath the blankets, straightening out your little study nest and hiding the cookies you’d been eating in bed; you had barely snuck the tin into the drawer when you heard his teasing laugh behind you.

“Busted,” he chuckled. You whirled around with a bright smile on your face, a smile that quickly fell from your lips. Poe leaned against the door frame, his body sagging with the effort of just standing upright. His overnight bag dangled from his hands and somehow his worn leather jacket looked too big on him. You crossed the room and reached out a hand to ease the bag away from him, but Poe wasn’t having any of it; his arm wrapped around your waist as he drew you into a deep kiss, mouth moving hungrily against yours. He pulled away only when his lip split, wincing as he brushed the blood from the dry and cracked skin.

Your fingers latched around the bag and you tugged gently; this time he let you take it from him, his eyes fixed on you the whole time. You tossed the bag to the floor unceremoniously and reached up to pull off his jacket when Poe waved you off.

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got it.” He made no move to remove the jacket, instead closing his eyes and leaning his head against the door. Deep, sunken shadows sat under his eyes, and there were angry red scrapes along his forehead, half hidden by dark curls that had grown a little wild and longer since the last time you saw him. His lips were swollen and cracked, a bright red gash splitting his bottom lip. You reached up to cup his jaw, earning you a lazy smile and a kiss on your palm as Poe nuzzled your hand.

“Looks like you got into a little trouble, baby. You know I hate it when someone other than me marks you up,” you teased, hoping you didn’t sound as worried as you felt. Poe reached for you and pulled you into another deep kiss, this time ignoring the sharp sting as his lips toyed with yours. Calloused fingers moved under your shirt, running over your waist and around to your back; he pressed his palms flat against your back, drawing you in closer to the hard planes of his body. The cold edge of his jacket’s zipper bit at your nipples, which had grown harder beneath your thin shirt as his thumbs rubbed the skin of your back raw. Heat pooled in your stomach and you felt the familiar tingle and slickness between your thighs as his hands moved down over your ass and squeezed. You broke away and bit your lip, breathing hard as you rested your forehead on his chest. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Poe settled on the edge of the bed, shedding his jacket and tossing it to the floor, followed by one boot and then the other. You walked into the ‘fresher and turned on the shower, waiting until the water was scalding hot and steam curled around your fingers like smoke, just the way he liked it, then turned back to the bedroom.

“Poe Dameron what in the hell did you do to yourself?” Your words rang out like a slap, the edge in your voice sharper than you’d intended; Poe winced visibly, freezing halfway through pulling his shirt off his back. You rushed over to him, leaning across the bed to get a better look at his newly uncovered wounds.

“Shit, I forgot about those ones,” he muttered to himself as your fingers brushed over the deep purple bruises blossoming across his skin. His lower back and sides were covered in angry splotches, and he hissed when you pushed against them. Still fresh, you thought angrily.

“Those ones?” you repeated, fighting to keep your voice even. When he didn’t answer, you sighed deeply and poked at one of the yellowing bruises, feeling a sharp satisfaction when he hissed and squirmed. “Stand up then, and let me see the others.” Poe groaned loudly.

“Promise not to freak out?”

“Promise not to be stupid on missions,” you fired back. He sounded exhausted and not at all ready for this fight, but your blood was pounding in your ears and you weren’t letting this go that easily. Poe nodded his head in concession, and gave you a small smile over his shoulder.

“At least be gentle with me?” He joked half-heartedly. He hadn’t made a move to get up or even turn around yet; his shoulders were hunched, hiding his torso from your sight.

“No,” you returned flatly. “Now turn around.”

Poe heaved himself to his feet and slowly turned to face you, and whatever teasing jab had been forming in your mind died instantly. Larger bruises, still black and blue at the core, spread like ink over his stomach and up to his ribs. Several deeps scratches and scrapes covered his arms and shoulders; a few would certainly scar, adding to the haphazard crisscross of faded white lines, like constellations on his warm, brown skin. And between his lower ribs was a bright, shiny pink wound and what looked like fresh stitch marks. White hot anger burned at your stomach, unshed tears pricking painfully at your eyes.

“What the fuck did you do?” you asked icily, the chill in your voice masking the fury rising like bile in your throat.

“Baby, it’s worse than it looks. Don’t do this,” Poe brushed you off, shrugging his shoulders calmly.

“That’s a blade wound!” you snarled, jabbing your finger at his ribs. “You had stitches, and from what I can see, they weren’t done very well. Did you even look for a medical droid, or did you just do it yourself?”

“There wasn’t one around!” He was defensive now, his eyes flashing brightly.

“Of course there wasn’t. That would involve you having some sort of plan, instead flying blindly into the wall and hoping for the best. For fuck’s sake, Poe, you were supposed to be gathering intel!”

“Hey, you know as well as I do that things don’t always work out so diplomatically with the First Order,” he spat out the name, disgust clear in his voice.

“When the First Order’s involved, diplomacy goes out the window with you. It’s all dogfights and fist fights and every other fight, and you come home looking like a combat dummy!”

“At least I came home!”

“And what about the one time you don’t?” you screamed, your voice raw with unshed tears and desperation. “What happens to me then, Poe? When you don’t come home because you finally ran out of luck?”

“Everyone runs out of luck at some point,” he shot back, his voice strangely quiet and emotionless. You laughed bitterly, feeling the acid of it rip through your throat.

“Not everyone pushes their luck like you, Poe. Not everyone is so hell bent on dying for the Resistance that making it out alive becomes a goddamn miracle.” With that, you stalked from the bedroom, shaking and sick with anger. Poe slammed the door to the ‘fresher and you waited until you were sure he wasn’t coming out any time soon before you collapsed on the couch. Hot tears cut tracks down your cheeks as they fell, but you didn’t bother to wipe them away; more would come, and soon you would be a soggy mess. Instead you closed your eyes and hummed to yourself, the tune shaky and timid at first, then stronger as the tears stopped flowing. You lay your head on the couch’s back and let the words flow from you, thick with emotion.

“Nowhere left to dream, so I’ll just stay awake,” you sang softly.

“I always loved when you sang.” You started, your eyes flying open suddenly. Poe leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest. Water dripped from his curls down onto his shoulders, and trickled down his skin. The bruises looked even more stark and ugly now that his skin was clean of dirt and oil, but he seemed softer and gentler since showering and changing into his cotton sleep pants. He looked more like your Poe and not the soldier that had come home in his place.

You opened your mouth to reply, but no words came; instead your brushed at the tears welling in your eyes again and looked away, staring intently at your lap. In three strides, Poe was across the room and kneeling by your sides, his hands closing around yours and pulling them to his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his lips pressing against the delicate skin of your wrists.

“Do you even get it, Poe?” Now it was you who sounded exhausted, but you met held his gaze, your voice pleading. “Do you know what would happen to me if you…,” you trailed off, unable to finish the thought. “I need you to come back.”

Poe pulled you from the couch and into his lap, his hands cradling your face as he kissed your forehead, then your cheeks. His lips brushed sweet kisses against your nose, your eyelids, your jaw, everywhere but your lips. Your legs wrapped around his hips and you shifted in his lap, desperate to be as close to him as possible. His mouth trailed down your neck as his hands slid up your sides, sweeping your shirt up and over your head; he pressed your body to him, the heat of his bare skin against yours warming you from head to toe. He stroked the length of your spine with one hand, while the other tilted your chin up as he covered your mouth with his in an impossibly sweet kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing yourself as close as you possibly could to him, and it still wasn’t close enough for your taste. He moaned softly and parted your lips with his tongue as his hand slid up your back and tangled in your hair. His other hand brushed down of your arm and side with feather light touches, then skimmed up your stomach and cupped your breast. He rubbed slow circles over the sensitive skin, the roughness of his callouses sending jolts through your body; the pads of his fingers rolled and tugged playfully at your nipple as it grew harder under his touch, and a familiar ache of desire spread through your stomach. Your thighs squeezed around his hips and your breathing grew shallower as his hand continued to tease you, his mouth never leaving yours. When you thought you couldn’t stand it anymore, you broke away from his kiss and pressed your forehead to his shoulder, your chest heaving as you gasped for air. He shifted beneath you, unwinding your legs from around his hips, and lay you down gently on the floor.

He pulled your legs up on his lap, nudging your knees apart with deft hands that stroked your thighs smoothly as he reached for the thin cotton panties still in his way. You lifted your hips, and in one fluid motion, he’d wrapped his fingers around the thin band and pulled them away and down your legs. The second he tossed them aside, he was hovering over you, his body between your legs and his lips planting sucking little kisses from your earlobe to the hollow of your throat. He supported himself on one hand; the other traveled the length of your stomach, exploring and caressing the soft dips and swells covering the muscles coiled beneath your skin. He moved with agonizing slowness, as if he were taking his time to memorize your entire body by feel alone, determined to know every hill and valley, every scar and mark he could find, and claim it all as his. You wound your fingers in his curls and closed your eyes, letting your body soften and melt under his touch.

After what felt like years, his hand made its way down past your navel, below your hips; his mouth teased your breast, flicking his tongue over you as his fingers stroked your slick cunt, light as a feather’s touch. You made a noise that was somewhere between a gasp and a moan as his teeth grazed your nipple, tugging lightly as he slid two fingers easily along your wet slit, and lifted your hips against his hand. He kissed your lips again, hesitating for just a second before slipping his tongue into your mouth, and pushing two fingers inside your cunt at the same time. There was nothing strangled about the moan that tore from your throat then; every nerve felt awake at the same time, burning white hot under your skin and igniting your bones. The ache returned, growing stronger every time he pulled him fingers from you, like a hunger that could never be satisfied. Your back arched and your body rose up to meet him with every slow thrust of his hand, and though you all but begged him, he never sped up. His fingers curled inside you and every stroke of your walls drove you further to the edge; his other hand braided in your hair as he kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring and teasing you just as sweetly as his fingers below.

Your own hands pulled at his arms and back, searching for any way to pull him closer. Only inches separated you but it may as well have been miles, and you needed to feel the weight of him on you, pushing you through the floor, becoming a part of you. Your nails dug faint white tracks down his spine as he brought you to orgasm, and for the first time that night, you felt him shiver with pleasure, losing just a little bit of the control he fought so hard to keep. You did it again as your cunt tightened around his fingers, and you moaned his name against his lips over and over, unable to keep the smile from blooming as you watched him come undone above you.

“Poe,” you murmured, your lips still pressed to his, “I need you.” Your fingers wound around the drawstring of his pants, pulling hard until the knot came loose in your hand. You pushed the thin cotton down his hips and thighs, and let out a small sigh of satisfaction as you took his hard cock in your hand. “I need you,” you repeated, pumping him with long, slow strokes. Poe nodded breathlessly, nuzzling your neck as you guided him between your legs; you let out a long, low moan as he pushed inside, feeling the ache finally settle as he filled your cunt. He stilled for a minute, his own moans ringing in your ears.

Another shiver passed through him as he thrust deeply into you, the sweet pain of his thrust making you moan and squirm beneath him. You ground your hips up against him, then pushed him to his back and straddled him, desperate to feel him hard and deep inside you. Your fingers wound tightly with his as you pinned his hands to the floor and your lips nipped at his throat as you pushed your hips back.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, his hands struggling against yours as his cock slid further inside your tight cunt. You circled your hips teasingly and Poe swore louder, his own hips jerking up and slamming against you. His carefully controlled rhythm gave way to more urgent thrusts as he crashed into you, tearing moan after moan from your lips. His hands broke free from your grip and settled on your hips, pulling you down to meet his thrusts and pushing so deeply inside you, you were sure you were going to burst. You kissed his jaw and neck, sucking hard at the sensitive skin and leaving your own marks; he moaned your name as your tongue teased him, and his muscles coiled and tensed beneath you. He reached a hand between your legs and stroked your clit between thrusts, pulling you once again to the edge of orgasm. You bit your lip, fighting back a loud scream as your body tightened and shook, but his fingers were relentless and you came hard, panting and twisting against him. You kissed him deeply, melting against his body as he held you to him, then rested your forehead against his and pushed your hips back again.

“Come on baby, come for me,” you moaned, squeezing your walls tight around him as he thrust into you. He swore loudly and pushed you down on his lap, forcing himself in deeply and holding you still as he finished forcefully. His chest rose and fell as he gasped for breath; his skin was flushed and red, and slick with sweat. You leaned down and trailed soft kisses down his neck, murmuring his name as you did. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to his side, cradling you against his body. You reached for the blanket on the couch and draped it across the two of you, suddenly aware of the cold and your nakedness. His hand trailed lazily down your back and his eyes fluttered closed.

“I could spend forever like this,” he muttered sleepily, his face easing into a peaceful, dreamy mask. “Just you and me and no one else in the galaxy.”

•introductory post•

hi everyone ! 


my name is tessnim (you can call me tess) and i am 17 years old. i live near paris, france. 


i was what you can call an a+ student back in high school [where i was until last year]. this year i’m in my first year of med school :)  

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*I’ve Got A Feeling* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Dear Author, it is great to have You back. Hope that You are doing great with all that You planned. So, here is the request… We’ll, Newt and Reader are in sort of magical marriage. And the vow of this marriage gives a special connection of souls. Deep feeling of each other. She is an Auror went on mission missing. And for some time connection sort of not there. Angst, but happy ending. Many best wishes from me to You.

◘ Enjoy, lovelies! ^_^ I hope to post some more requests tomorrow on my day off! xx

Kicking off your shoes, you hung your coat up and made your way over to the couch. Falling in to the cushions, you heard your husband make his way in to the room. You had been married for almost two years now and you shared a special magical ability: a special connection with deep feeling for each other. Newt could sense when you were hurt, sad, scared and vice versa. 

“Long day?” He asked. You looked up at him and nodded, yawning.

“Incredibly.” You were currently working at The Ministry as an Auror and your days were incredibly long. Your husband, Newt, was supportive of you and never made you feel bad about the long days, which helped. However, you missed spending time with him and hoped tonight you could maybe cuddle and talk. 

“Are you hungry? I have some dinner left for you… I wasn’t sure when you’d be home." 

"I’d love that!” Newt smiled at you and pulled out his wand. With a simple flick and swish, a plate of food made its way over and gently rested atop the coffee table. Taking in the delicious smells, you picked up your fork and began to eat. Newt took a seat next to you and lovingly kissed your shoulder. Giggling, you held your hand to your mouth to prevent any food from falling out. 

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Lover’s Lies

A/N: This is on AO3 as well under the same name. My username is KHart, and I appreciate any feedback and comments! The title is based off of Naomi Scott’s song of the same name. I hope you all enjoy my first Timberly fic! It’s around 11,500 words, sooo… We’ll have to see how this goes. I’d also love a follow from you! Thanks for reading!

Summary: Trini honestly just has a lot of feelings, and she’s not very good at dealing with them. There’s a lot of angst, but also a high chance of a happy ending, if you’re into that sort of thing. 

Trini hadn’t planned on letting it get so bad… 

Really, she hadn’t.  

She’d honestly just wanted to get some space between her and Kim for a few days so that she could work through the overwhelming feelings that had become just a bit too hard to handle; That had started to remind her, every day, of how very deeply and irrevocably in love with the other girl she was.  

She’d honestly just wanted a few days to plan and practice how she would handle these feelings whenever she was around Kimberly. She’d just needed some room to breathe for a little while, some time to catch her breath before she started drowning in everything again.  

So, she really hadn’t planned, or even wanted, for things to get so bad, for the distance to get so large.  

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All Is Beautiful - Part 2 of 2

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Word Count: 4,000

Summary: Part Two. After saving you from a violent attack, Sam keeps in touch and you grow closer. This ended up being pretty smutty. It really took on a life it’s own. I’m not sorry. 

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, language and an animal death (briefly mentioned).

Tags: @impalaimagining @spontaneousam​  

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Prompt: from @frostedejGender neutral reader attempts and finally succeeds in making Spock laugh
Word Count: 1358
Author’s Note: It’s a little shorter than I’d planned, but I am so excited to finally be able to use my favourite Star Trek pun in a fic. I hope you enjoyed it!! I tried really hard to ensure it read as gender-neutral - feedback there is appreciated!


“He’s half human. There’s bound to be some sort of sense of humour in there somewhere,” you insisted. You and Sulu were sitting in the commissary having dinner, and Spock had come up. Sulu insisted that in all the years they’d served together, he’d never seen Spock laugh. You couldn’t buy it. He was good friends with the captain, and regardless of how they might behave together, he and Doctor McCoy were also close. And both Jim and Leonard were men who loved a good laugh. There is no way the friendship could be maintained if he were incapable of laughing. He must have, at some point, laughed. You were sure of it.

“I’m telling you, Y/N, he won’t laugh. Even if you and every human on the ship is howling with laughter, Spock isn’t going to laugh,” Sulu insisted. “First of all, there’s the emotional restraint. And second, I think their sense of humour is different.”

“I don’t buy it. You cannot tell me he’s never laughed at something Kirk has done. Or snickered into his hand during one of McCoy’s rants.” You were digging in your heels.

“Go ahead and try. You have a month,” Sulu challenged you.

“And then what?” You weren’t sure you wanted to take the bet.

“If you are able to make Spock laugh, I’ll give you that spider plant you’ve been after,” he started. “But if I’m right, and you are unable to make him laugh, you need to give me that terrarium you have in your quarters.” It was a tough bet. Because of how quickly spider plants grew, they weren’t supposed to be grown in the botany labs on any starship. You knew that Sulu had an illicit spider plant that just happened to have a few children on it, and you wanted one. They were hardy, and thrived anywhere. You had brought a terrarium from home that you had built when you were a child and it was still living, all these years later. It was your most prized possession. You thought about it for a minute.

“Fine,” you nodded. Sulu raised an eyebrow.

“You’re awfully confident,” he retorted. You shrugged.


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silmarilswan  asked:

How do you think TCW would have ended? From panels, it sounds like Siege of Mandalore would've been the series finale - do you think it would've end before Order 66 happened, right when order 66 happens (cliffhanger!), or would there be some scenes with rex and ahsoka escaping and ending with a sad yet hopeful note? For me it's hard to imagine TCW ending on a total happy note, so I feel like they would've went the bittersweet route. What do you think or prefer?

During that planned arc for the Siege of Mandalore, Ahsoka had met up with Anakin and Obi Wan briefly before they go off to “rescue” the Chancellor from General Grievous (and we see those events take place in ROTS).

I agree though, they would have wanted to try and end on a sort of bittersweet note. I kind of imagine that they end with Ahsoka and Rex talking, sharing a sweet moment and talking about how things have been since she has been away. 

And then Ahsoka says, looking hopeful,“Things are finally going right for a change, Rex.”

They look up at the sky and the view pans away from them and towards the events of Anakin and Obi Wan on the ship. We hear the familiar exchange of Count Dooku and Anakin fighting in the background audio while we continue to pan through and travel to that room until that moment where Anakin disarms Dooku. 

We hear the Chancellor speak, “Do it.”

There is a close up of Anakin’s eyes, conflicted, and we can only hear his breathing. He closes his eyes.

The scene goes black. 

Comments and Notes on ‘Lost’ and associated comics

Finally made a full compilation of all the relevant comments and replies I’ve made on @maxladcomics  ‘s Lost comics and all others associated with it. This is mostly for my own reference, however, I’ve been told people found these notes interesting and helped them understand the plot further, so feel free to give them a read :D

Please note this is the cut down version and it will be updated as I gather more comments later on. Be warned this is VERY long.

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You’re Not Like The Rest

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Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Summary: Hi! Could I please please get a Klaus x reader imagine where (Y/N) is one of the few women that can stand her ground against Klaus and he finds it not only amusing, but intriguing.


Klaus Mikaelson, oh how he paraded through the streets of New Orleans acting all high and mighty. He had people kneeling at his feet, while others quaked with fear in their boots. However you weren’t scared of him and you certainly weren’t going to be one of his loyal minions, and you were confident that was the main reason Klaus wouldn’t leave you alone.

Heading into Rousseau’s for your afternoon shift, upon entering the atmosphere was quiet. Only a few occupants were in the bar either taking a break from work, or catching up with friends. Tying an apron around your waist, you started to clean the glasses left on the bar. The bell on the door chimed, being too focused on the current task at hand you didn’t look up to see who had entered. The individual sat down at the bar.

“I’ll be with you in just a second”, you said while finishing stacking the glasses.
A British accent spoke, and with it your shoulders dropped. “Take your time love, I can be quite patient when I want to be”.

Bracing yourself as you turned around, Klaus opted for a smirk and you wanted to knock it right off his face. “Don’t you have some poor soul to torment?”. He covered his heart and made a wounded expression, "I’m truly hurt Y/N that you would assume so little of me”. Rolling your eyes at his attempt to be cute, you grabbed a cloth and wiped down the bench, hoping that Klaus would take the hint you were busy and leave.

“Aren’t you suppose to ask me if I want some sort of beverage, love?”.

Huffing, you put on your best fake smile. “Would you like a drink?”. He chuckled and folded his hands on the table. “I would love one, that is on our lovely evening that I have planned for us tonight”. You couldn’t help at laugh, did Klaus Mikaelson just ask you out on a date?.

“In what universe do you think I’ll ever agree to go out with you?”. His broke into a half cocked smirk. “As you very well know I’m not a man a lot of people say no too, I can be quite persuasive. After all I am Klaus Mikealson. One evening that’s all I’m asking for”. Everything about his speech made you want to throw up, it read like a egoistic, self-centered, cocky manic which was ironic because it described Klaus perfectly.

Leaning on the bar you looked Klaus square in the eyes, “I would rather walk through burning hot coals before I ever agree to go on a date with you”. For some reason he found your response amusing. Taking a step back a few more people had entered the bar, and they were waiting to be severed. “Now if you aren’t going to order a drink I suggest you walk out that door”. Turning your back towards him you greeted the 2 ladies that were sitting on the opposite of the bar, took their order and severed them their drinks.

You were hoping that Klaus had left, however much to your disappointment he was still seating on the stool and hadn’t moved an inch, expect the only noticeable difference was he now had a glass of whiskey in his hand. Rising an eyebrow towards you all while looking mighty pleased with himself, he spoke. “What’s the matter love, you look like you’ve seen a ghost”.

Biting the inside of your lip, you tucked the cloth inside your apron before leaning both hands on the counter. “I imagine a guy like you has better things to do with his time, then to sit in a dusty, old bar. And no matter how many drinks you buy I’m not going to go on a date with you. So I suggest you take the hint and leave”.

Taking a swing on his drink, he pulled out his wallet and dropped a 50 dollar bill in front of you. “If there is one thing you must know about me Y/N, is that I’m determined to get what I want. And I find you being unaffected by my charms not only a challenge to win you over, but also quite intriguing. So if I have to come to this bar every day until you agree to give me a chance, then that is what I’ll do”. Klaus grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and put it on so effortlessly, “Oh and you can keep the change love”.

You couldn’t help but watch him as he walked out the door. Still not quite sure why a guy like Klaus was even interested in someone like you. Taking the 50 dollar bill you unexpectedly smiled…maybe it wasn’t all that bad that he was?. After all having him trying to charm you was quite amusing, and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that apart of you was liking the attention.

ID doc´s  year in life

TIME

Christmas is almost here and I can´t believe that it´s gonna be a year since I started…doctoring. AND WHAT A YEAR. I feel like i learnt a lot but also like I still have even more learning to do.

There is a lot of u here, still don´t get how this rant-filled blog has so many followers but I am glad it has. I am glad there are folks out there caring about my every day bs (and some of u even follow me on twitter! what a ride that has to be.)

Well anyway, I feel like i haven´t posted anything of value in a while. So for the first time in a long frickin time i sat down with my computer, opened a bag of extra cheesy nachos and started to write down some ideas.

In this first post (out of few i guess) I wanna write u down some of the ideas/schemes which worked for me about how to handle your time as a first year doc. As u can see I won´t be using the term intern. Where I am from …u r not really an intern. U are a full fledged doc who still needs some supervision but also sometimes when somebody professionally younger ends up with you….sometimes I am the “attending”. Doesn´t happen often but it does happen sometimes. So if u are from similar backround, or even if u r not…I hope this is gonna be helpful…or something.

  1. Plan your year

What? A year? YOU MUST BE CRAY.

No actually it´s pretty neat so just hear me out. Have some sort of plan/planner. I use my iphone calendar which can sync with my computer´s and I use a paper planner too…bc I am oldschool. 

There are occasions like birthdays and anniversaries, work stuff like a conferences and tests and certificates to take which has to be planned super ahead. Making a rough outlook of your next year wont hurt. Setting up a reminder for your boyfriends bday a month ahead so u can research the perfect gift? I mean common…that can be neat. Reminding u the next dentist or gyno visit…..The last possible day to pay for that conference….SET UP SOME REMINDERS. Made my life so much easier.

2. Plan your month

Girl u gotta set up those period reminders. Getting stuck in a all nighter without pad or a tampon and  have to ask the nurse to bring u some from the supplies u have for patients….not pretty…and those pads and AWFUL. Nothing worse that handling your shift well just to realize your panties are like something from a murder scene. 

Totally kills the vibe.

Also it´s good to know when do u have shifts. Mark the dates. Do meal prep before a shift and a “cool down” activity after a shift. I usually go out to see a movie or just plan a fun night with my bf and a bottle of wine watching Gilmore girls. It will make u something to look forward to as u get up at 4:00 in the frickin morning for otherwise healthy young man who had one watery stool and vomited once…and u bet your ass he called himself an ambulance. OH the rage.

If u have some holiday that month…do so! Sleep in, cook food, chill out…self care folks. Planning is caring.

3. Plan your week

I usually play my week around three or four main activities. Firstly work, second my free tme, my chill time and my beauty time. I´ll talk about work later.

My free time is all about friends, family and my boyfriend. I make sure I stay connected with people I care about even only when I send the poo emoticon to my brother. I call with my mom. I do some reding for work, I check up with finances, I check up what´s needed at home. I make plans to cook/buy/clean up. If not on paper at least in my head. I do yoga.

I CANNOT recommend a more useful app as Wunderlist. If u like lists and u have a partner with who u share a flat THIS IS THE SHIT. It makes u share lists and u can see if he or she checks the boxes as DONE. Makes doing house-work and buying stuff way more easier. And fun.

My chill time is about winding down. I don´t usually do a lot of moving during my chill time. I either just watch netflix or read a book or scroll on tumblr or play new Dishonored. I just chill and I dont care if there are dirty dishes or if my core isnt tight enough.

Beauty time is all about the pampering. Working at the hospital is gonna take a lot. Not just the stress and long hours - but also the overheated rooms during winter when the ganitors run the central heating UP TO MAX SOLAR LEVEL BURN BURN EVERYONE BURN. Your hair suffers and your skin suffers and its all dry and kinda unhealthy looking and there are weird spots and veins….I take long baths, I do face masks and hair masks and essential oils. At least once a week there is a section which is all about that bod. Your body is your temple. And u wouldn´t want your temple to be dry gray depressing wasteland would u. Take care of that bod. There are few essentials, when it comes to these things- I use/bring to wards everyday but about that some other time.

I usually plan one or two fun activities each week. Might seem like that´s not enough but When I come at home at four, it already dark outside, and its six below zero…there isnt much will left in me to even do stuff, not talking about going outside! that´s cray! So that leaves weekends. I plan meetups with friends, trips to the cinema, getting to know the city (bc we moved). Anything really. Something to look forward during your work hours. Unless you work weekend in which case everything sucks and nothing can save you.

4. Plan out your day

Oh boy. I use to plan a day  into two big sections. Firstly work, secondly the rest.

I have to be at work before 7:00 and I should know at 7:00 if shit went down with my patients. It usually means sitting behind a computer, eating my breakfast, slurping strong coffee and reading my colleagues notes about the night shift.

Then I make small notes about my patients like
“Miss X will have CT today, need to call the tech and tell him…..”

or

“Mr. Y doesn´t like his diet…gotta talk with the diet nurse and come up with something..”

Stuff like that. Stuff actual FOR THAT DAY. 

If u are freshly out of school and suddenly u work at a hospital…the whole process can and probably will take some time to getting use to. You will have to make up a system which works for u -  from how to best manage patient, who u can turn when u need a surgeon´s opinion when the the surgeon on call is a total asshole. Which therapist is the best and actually helps people. Where u can score some free pens ? Stuff like that.

For me the hardest thing was how to most effeciantly do rounds. I often have 8-10patients. SOmetines when I am all alone on the floor I have 20patients. And they can be all very difficult cases. And nobody is there to help me.

So I usually start - first the acutely worsening - septic, old folks which cardiac problems, suspected PE etc….there is A LOT that can happen in ID department. If there isn´t anyone actively dying on me I usually start with new admits. They normally take the most time.

I check their papers, their vitals, their main complains and after I go check on the physically. Then I come back and write my notes, order tests etc. When that is all done I check out if any new results came in.

!!I always write notes into my patient´s papers about which results we are still waiting for.

Again, if nobody is actively dying, around twelve I go to have a lunch. I eat regularly. Bc, once again guys. Self-care. The department won´t crumble after you leave for 20-40minutes for your legally required brake. Also running a floor…its a team effort.

And thats why I have to make  a correction here…

The first thing I actually do when I come in in the morning, I ask the nurse: Who do I need to see first. Bc nurses are your eyes and ears and hands.

After lunch I write down plans for my patients, something like :need another chest xray and if clear will go home the day after tomorrow…etc. In that case u always know who and when u wanna discharge somebody.

Also I write discharge papers…I try to write a bit every day of their hospitalization…but i am gonna be honest…sometimes I am just too frickin lazy.

And then its 5minutes before the end of my work day. And that´s that.

When it comes to most of my notes in my planner about my post-work activities….I usually have writing down stuff like - V cooks dinner, dishes are on me this time, gotta start christmas decorations. Gotta buy a christmas tree! Write down all the food I wanna cook on christmas…look up recepies and ….

U get the idea.

I was never a big planner. I kinda swam tru my life plan-free. Stuff happened and I managed. But once I started working as a doc I realize there IS A LOT I have to keep up with - work and home and friends and LIFE. It cannot be all work and no fun.

Sunny Days in Camelot

Originally posted by michaelssw0rd

Request: HI! can i please request a ArthurxReader (bbc Merlin) fic canon Era. Where Arthur is in denial about liking her and goes out of his way to annoy her at any chance he gets. Arthur comes up with a plan of some sort along with Merlin to trick her but the plan all goes wrong and she gets hurt, so the truth is revealed of how Arthur and reader feels about each other. Pleeasse and thankk you.

Authors Note: Hey, so here is the requested ArthurxReader one, for @imtakingthemikkieoutofyou 😊 I hope you like it, and please tell me honestly if it’s good or bad and if it’s what you expected and wanted ^^

Living in Camelot wasn’t always sunny. Honestly no day was very sunny for you, having to deal with Arthur annoying you the whole day. It was just nice and relaxing, when he was out and about with his servant Merlin, doing god knows what.

But when he wasn’t, he took any chance he got to play tricks on you, embarrass you in front of the knights and would just not leave you alone when you were near each other. But somehow, even after everything he has done to you, you kind of like him. He is smart, he is handsome and very brave after all. And his smile… But a prat none the less. Which is funny cause Merlin and you have the same point of view concerning that.

By now you spend most of the time in your dorms or outside of Camelot. Sometimes even with Uther. Uther was always very fond of you, so taking you in after your parents kingdom was run and taken over, with your parents dying in the process, was the least he could have done. Uther was very close with your parents and immediately took you in when you were brought to Camelot.

But somehow your day was always ruined when you met Arthur during the day. Today was not different.

“Hey (Y/N)!” he screamed down the hall. You rolled your eyes and just ignored him, knowing very well what was about to happen. He was with the knights so whatever he would do, it would embarrass you.

You heard him running up to you and prepared yourself for the worst.

“Didn’t you hear me? I called you, (Y/N).”

“I’m sorry sire, I must have overheard it.” You said as respectfully as you could, with be best smile you could master.

“Have you had a good day so far, my lady ?” he asked and thats when you knew, he was up to something.

“Yes I had, sire. Thank you for asking. How has your day been so far?”

“Well so far so good. Nothing entertaining yet though.” He said and while saying that, he made the maid, which was on the way to the great hall with a jar of wine, trip causing the wine to be spilled all over you. Arthur and the knights bellowed out into laughter, while the maid apologized over and over again and you just standing there completely shocked. You were dripping red wine, your favorite white dress being ruined and being the entertainment for 10 men. Tears stung in your eyes as you tried to keep your composure. You mumbled a “It’s fine, it wasn’t your fault.” to the maid and glared at Arthur. You turned around without saying another word and made your way towards your dorm.

On your way there you met Merlin who gave you a look of concern.

“What happened?” he asked, trying to stop you from walking away.

“Not now, Merlin. And you shouldn’t ask what happened, but who.” You said, still trying to control yourself and swallowing the lump in your throat. You just walked past him and nearly ran the rest of the way to your dorm.

Arriving there you stormed in and threw the door shut, startling Guinevere.

“My lady, what happened?” she asked full of worry. You looked at her, lip trembling.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Can you prepare a bath for me and try to safe my dress?” you asked, loosening your voice, the tears threatening to fall.

“Yes of course. I will prepare everything immediately.” She said hurrying around already.

You nodded already stepping behind the folding-screen undressing yourself. Soon enough Guinevere was ready and you took the bath, washing off the, by now, dried up wine. Soon you realized that the tears were freely rolling down your cheeks and your breathing turned into sobs. What did you do to deserve all this ? And be not liked by him ?

“My lady, the King had delivered a message, that he would like you to join him for dinner.” Guinevere said, interrupting your thoughts. You weren’t in the mood for it but you couldn’t deny the Kings wishes. So you nodded and got out of the bathtub to prepare yourself. Besides you knew very well, that Arthur would be there, too and you wouldn’t want to give him this satisfaction.

You got ready and put on your most beautiful dress you had and Guinevere helped you with the dress. Soon you were ready and took a last glance in your mirror.

“You look stunning, my lady.” She said smiling at you. You turned around to her and gave her a small smile back, hugging her.

“Thank you, Guinevere.”

She hugged you back and smiled.

“You can go home now, if you want to. I can take care of myself for the rest of the evening.” You said.

She smiled and bowed and left the room with you. You made your way towards the great hall, where dinner would take place. Arriving there you saw Uther standing up coming to you to escort you to your seat. Arthur wasn’t there yet, so you had a few minutes with Uther for yourself.

“How was your day, dear? I heard about an accident in the hall?” he said concerned.

“Yes, Sire. A maid fell and unfortunately the wine she had been carrying spilled all over me and my favorite white dress.”

“That’s horrible, I will have the maid punished. Can your dress be saved?” he asks.

“No, Sire. It’s fine it really wasn’t the Maids fault, she tripped because of someone… And Guinevere is trying her best.”

“But who did it ?”

“I-…” you started, but the doors opened and Arthur came in, accompanied by Merlin.

“I’m sorry for the delay Father. (Y/N), nice to see you.” he said, surprised to see you.

“Nice to see you, too my majesty.” You bowed your head to him as he took his seat opposite of you.

“Arthur I want you to find the person, who made the Maid trip, causing the wine to be dumped all over Lady (Y/N).” Uther instructed. Arthur stifled a laugh but nodded, not wanting to admit, that it was him.

The dinner was spent with you talking to Uther and ignoring Arthur as much as you could. But you couldn’t help but notice him starring at you the whole time.

You left after dinner, excusing yourself and retreated back to you dorms. You got into bed and prayed that Arthur will leave you alone the next day.

Meanwhile Arthur arrived back in his dorm and go ready for bed himself, talking to Merlin.

“I think that I have the most brilliant idea to mess with (Y/N).” he exclaimed.

“You and a brilliant idea? I don’t think so. “ Merlin murmured.

“What did you say, Merlin?” he asked.

“And what kind of a brilliant idea do you have sire?” he asked all innocently.

“You will see tomorrow, but I need you to get me some stuff.” He answered and wrote some things down.

The next day you made your way down the hall to get out of the Castle, when Arthur caught up with you near the steps.

“Lady (Y/N)? May I have a second of your time.” He asked.

“Sure Sire.” You answered fearing the worst.

“I wanted to talk to you about something for some time now.”

“Is that so, your majesty ? And what would that be.”

“I would like you to accompany me for some political tasks, that I have to do soon.”

“Oh, what kind of tasks?” you asked.

“Nothing big, but I need a jester by my side and you will do marvelous.” he said laughing out loud.

You were fuming and turned around and wanting to walk down the stairs but slipped, because you haven’t notice, that Merlin spread some oil on the floor while Arthur distracted you. You stumbled and in the next moment you were falling down the stairs, hitting your head and blacking out.

Arthur and Merlin watched in horror and carefully went down the stairs as you landed there unconscious.

“Merlin check her.” Arthur yelled, his heartbeat ringing in his head and panic taking over.

“Her head is severely bleeding. We need to get her to Gaius.” Merlin said, his voice full of panic, too.

Arthur didn’t hesitate a second and picked you up bridal style and run towards the chambers of the court physician.

Arriving there he gently placed you on the bed as Gaius headed over towards you.

“What happened?” he asked already examining your wound.

“She fell down the stairs.” Merlin said.

“Why?” Gaius asked, already having a dreading feeling about this whole situation.

“It was an accident, we just saw that she fell and hurried her here.” Merlin said, trying to cover Arthur. He was surprised when Arthur answered instead.

“No it wasn’t.. Well kind of was… How bad is it?”

“What do you mean? Was it an Accident or not?” Gaius urged.

“It was a trick I wanted to play. She wasn’t supposed to fall down the stairs. We spread oil on the floor. She was supposed to stumble and land on her butt not fall down the stairs.” Arthur said as Uther entered the room, having been noticed of the terrible accident.

“YOU DID WHAT?” Uther bellowed, making Arthur jump and turn around.

“Father, I-..” he started

“No, so it was you yesterday with the wine, too? And all those other times ?”

Arthur nodded, not being able to look at anything or anyone but the floor.

“Get out!” Uther said you gritted teeth.

“I will deal with you later.”

Arthur nodded and got out of the room.

“How is she Gaius?” Uther asked.

“It’s pretty bad, the head wound is deep and she doesn’t respond to anything. I have to stop the bleeding. I will keep you informed, Sire.” Gaius said, making it noticeable that he need time and space. Uther nodded and left hesitantly. Gaius started to work and stopped the bleeding.

A few hours later, you were brought to your dorm and Guinevere and Merlin looked after you. Later in the evening Arthur was called to the throne room by his father. He was sitting on the throne with an angry face, immediately glaring at his son.

Arthur came to a stop a few feet away from his father, staring at the ground, knowing very well what was about to happen.

“Do you even understand what you did?” Uther said.

Arthur just nodded not being able to talk, knowing that anything he will say, won’t make it better.

“She is in a very bad shape, Arthur. She can die!” Uther yelled making Arthur flinch.

“Father, I never..” he started.

“No, you will not speak now. You will not apologize to me! Pray that she will wake up, so that you will be able to apologize. I thought you would be more responsible and grown up than play a trick on her. Not even one but many. Leave now.” Uther said, turning around and leaving. Arthur stood there blinking, trying to stop the tears and breathing heavily.

Instead of going to his room, he went to yours. He held your hand the whole night and the next day and the day after that. Praying every hour that you will finally wake up.

After 3 days your hand finally twitched. Arthur immediately sat up straight and put a strand of hair behind your ear.

“(Y/N)?” he asked carefully, his voice raw from crying. Yours eyes fluttered open and you blinked a few times to get adjusted to the light in your room.

“(Y/N/N)?” he asked again, caressing your cheek.

You looked at him and what you saw, shocked you. The red eyes and nose, his worried look, his messed up hair. He definitely have been at your side for a while.

“Arthur.” You said, barely a whisper because of your horse voice.

“Thank god, you’re okay. I am so sorry, that was not supposed to happen, and I will make it up to you as long as I live. I am so sorry.” He started to ramble.

“Arthur-“ you tried, but he kept apologizing and rambling on.

“Arthur” you said a little louder making him look at you. You put your hand on his cheek and wiped a leftover tear away.

He touched your hand and closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. He kissed your hand and mumbled a last “I’m so sorry”.

“Arthur, it’s fine, I know you would never want something like this to happen. But tell me, what did I ever do to you, that you always act like that around me?” you said, all serious, taking your hand away and looked at him with a mixed expression of sadness and disappointment.

“I… You… Well…” he started.

“Spit it out, Arthur.” You said.

“You didn’t do anything. I just.. well.. We’ve known each other for so long and I somehow got this idea, that by making fun of you, I’ll be getting your attention. You know I… I like you.” He stuttered.

“You like me ? That’s a weird way of showing it.” You answered.

“I know, but I was in too deep to get out. It ‘s more than just liking you…” he said and started to caress your cheek again.

“I love you and I have been for a while.” He said and you couldn’t believe it. He said those three words, you longed to hear for so long.

“I love you, too. “ you said smiling at him.

“You do ?” he asked, a smile appearing on your face. He leaned in a gave you a mesmerizing kiss, that you would never forget.

You heard someone clear their throat and you two broke apart, turning to the cause of the noise. But it was just Merlin.

“Your majesty the king would like to know about Lady (Y/N)’s wellbeing.” He said, trying to hide his smile.

“Tell him, she is fine and tell him, that she forgave me.” Arthur replied, smiling at you.

You smiled back, knowing that now everything will change and the days in Camelot will be sunny from now on.

8

Hello there, dear writerly friends!

Over the last year I’ve gotten hundreds (if not thousands :0) of writers sending me their story-ideas and asking me if they’re ‘good.’ Now, instead of continuously copy-pasting the same response, or worse ignoring them, I decided to format my thoughts into a nice-and-simple test c;

Now, since I have a feeling some of you still have questions, let me post here my answers to the responses I’ve gotten from this test:

Is this seriously the test?

Yes. Just 3 questions. Not more. Not less.

You’re saying that if I find the story-idea 'fun’ to write, then I’m good to go?

Yes.

Even though you know nothing about my story-idea?

Nope. I don’t care what your story is actually about. All I care about is that you have fun. Seriously. If you have fun writing it, the reader will be able to tell. It’s easier to be passionate about something you enjoy. On the flip-side, have you ever read anything that was written by someone who clearly was not having ANY fun? Ask your English teacher if they can tell when someone actually enjoyed writing an essay. You may be able to half-ass a cake and make something edible, but you can’t half-ass a book and expect people to like it.

Even though I think this story idea is similar to that of another book?

Jorge Luis Borges said that there are only 4 types of stories: a love story between two people, a love story between three people, the struggle for power, and the journey. The truth is that, really, the idea for the story does not matter. It’s not what you say, but how you it say that matters. And, I don’t know about you, but I think it’s easier to get your voice across when you’re actually enjoying the process of writing c;

How do I make my story-idea more 'fun’?

Be honest with yourself. Write about what excites you. You don’t have to write about anything you don’t care about, or meet some sort of imaginary guidelines. Writing is art. Write about anything you want. Additionally, you may want to checkout my (Strange) Guide to Planning Your Novel, it’s built on this entire philosophy.

I hope this helps! I have gotten this question so many times, I thought it would be best to just put my answer out there for all of you  c;

If you want more writerly content, such as writer positivity and prompts, make sure to follow my blog: maxkirin.tumblr.com!

anonymous asked:

I've been thinking about your "Ouma lives" AU for a while, and it really interests me a lot; especially the Chapter 6 trial. I'm curious about one thing though, in the original trial, we had Kiibo momentarily take the role as the protagonist. If Ouma survived, how would that scenario change, if it even happened at all?

Thank you so much! I’m still really invested in seeing that particular AU come to life in one way or the other. If I didn’t have so much on my plate between irl obligations and meta/translation (and the time loop fic) I’d try to write it myself!

As for that particular moment, that’s a good question! I could picture a number of possibilities, but I do think for the most part that it would go largely the same at first. The thing with that particular moment is that none of the other survivors are really as suited for stepping into the sort of Hope’s Peak, “hope vs. despair” role as Kiibo is.

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Jared and P&S campaign

Hi Sera, hope you’re having a nice Easter! I’ve been having some hatty thoughts today and thought I’d get your opinion. 

Scrolling through IG and Twitter, its apparent that there’s been a real swing in who is promoting the P&S campaign, and who is putting the effort behind it.

Since the initial push at the end of March, it’s been almost entirely Jared’s social media pushing the campaign. G has not posted anything about the campaign since 5th April on her Twitter and 3rd April on her IG - despite pretty much daily posts about other stuff (that’s more than 10 days ago in a time-limited campaign!). While its almost certainly not Jared himself posting on his accounts, they’ve been used to promote the campaign almost daily through either posts or IG stories. He’s also the one that’s signing the hearts, which is also strange: I understand that he is the bigger name, his signature has more value, but surely as a joint campaign to mark their daughter’s birth they could both sign?

That all leads me to some speculation: the charity element of the campaign is Jared’s, or at least the charities are his preference. Despite both Js general lack of political statement, they strike me as charities that Jared would want to support (didn’t he donate to Obama? and he immediately wanted to support LGBTQ charities after the tragedy at Pulse). They are definitely the kind of politically controversial charities he would not be allowed to support in his own name at the moment (SPN is in the top five programmes of both Republican and Democrat supporters). I’d therefore suggest that we are starting to get an idea of the deal that was made here: Jared’s support for Gs new blog and what will presumably be ongoing, non-charitable collaboration with P&S, in return for Jared’s choice of charities, but helpfully for TPTB purposes under G’s name. As a result, we’re seeing little bits of Jared interacting with fans in ways he’s always seemed to value - through seeing people’s pics with the hearts, signing things to send out and taking pics at cons, so hopefully something positive is coming out it. 

Sorry for the long post but would be interested to get your thoughts!


Hello, dear Em!

Thank you for messaging me, this is a very interesting angle you’re presenting! I hadn’t even noticed how the promoting of that campaign had shifted from both of their social medias to rely on Jared’s. Truth be told, I have mostly just ignored the campaign since the launch.

Your speculation makes sense to me. Wasn’t G donating money to Mitt Romney’s presidential campaign back in the day? I’m definitely not claiming to know what her political stance is these days, but that tells me she wasn’t always so liberal. Maybe Jared picked the charities indeed? We’ll probably never know. I agree that the network would probably not want him directly owning up to that, even though they let M be open about his political stance.

I think Jared’s signed hearts might be because the campaign doesn’t seem to be doing so well. When it was launched three weeks ago, G’s caption said “They are super limited edition so will run out quickly!” So, they are either not that limited or they’ve greatly overestimated the demand. I wonder if G is not signing any because it would be a hassle to arrange for them both to sign or whether she realises her current lack of starpower.

What I find strange about this campaign is that they’re seem to be willing to sacrifice Jared’s social media following in the benefit of G’s. Or at least it looks like that, considering “Jared” is doing the marketing as of now. It was puzzling how the man failed to mention the campaign at Seattle con. I had already thought that maybe he wasn’t much involved in it, so his silence somehow spoke volumes to me. Is Jared’s following “expendable” because he’s planning on retiring from showbusiness after Supernatural ends?

I’m uncertain about whether or not Jared is looking at the purchases fans are making. It would be lovely if he did, but the sceptic in me protests - he did undermine the campaign somewhat by spilling the news of O’s birth to a bunch of fans in Austin. I don’t know if that affected the campaign at all, but it looked to me like an act that defied G’s big plans.

I’m sure that after the end of this campaign, G will soon follow with some sort of commercial activity. She already did that with the birthing tea and eyelash thing at least, so it really wouldn’t surprise me if she kept doing little ads like those while aiming higher.

Urgh, I’m sorry this turned out so long, dear Em! I hope your Easter went well, too. Mine was slow and relaxing, just what I needed to fuel me for another two weeks on the road. Have a very lovely week!

Originally posted by bilosan