so this is the first thing to come to mind

anonymous asked:

mtl to like public displays of affection

this was a little bit tough, the only ones I can really see liking a bit of pda is jackbam. The other boys seem like they’d be quite reserved when it comes to pda but then again it’s a difficult thing to assume.

Jackson - would enjoy small pda actions such as holding holds, giving you small pecks on your cheek, and holding you super close. He loves you so much and doesn’t mind showing a little bit of it off for others to see.

BamBam - would be a little bit shy at first to partake in pda actions, but would slowly get comfortable with them as your relationship grows. He’d usually hold your hand in public, sometimes steal a few kisses, and give you the occasional smothering hug.

Jaebum - would probably do some pda here and there. he’d probably hold your hand or have his arm around you in public or gently press a chaste kiss against your cheek.

Mark - he would partake in pda, but nothing too extreme. He’d hug you, hold your hand, and just be very cutesy with you. He probably wouldn’t kiss you though since he’d rather do that privately.

Yugyeom - he would probably only really like holding his partners hand in public since he’d be too shy to do anything else.

Youngjae - same as Yugyeom, he’d probably only hold his partners hand. I can’t really see him participating in pda.

Jinyoung - pda isn’t really his thing since he’d probably be quite reserved in his relationship when out in public, but of course he’d at least hold your hand.

gretamaya  asked:

Top 5 books

Okay wow I am going to just go off the cuff and do the first ones that come to mind otherwise this will take eight years because I’ll try to rearrange it too many times, so. Again, in no particular order: 

  1. Fangirl (Rainbow Rowell): The adorable novel about fanfiction that owns my entire soul.
  2. Peter Pan (J.M. Barrie): This book makes me weep. I made the mistake of reading it over the christmas break in high school when I was applying for colleges so I was already a little sensitive about the whole “growing up” thing and oh my god was that a poor choice.
  3. The Poisonwood Bible (Barbara Kingsolver): I adored everything about this book, what a phenomenal read.
  4. Americanah (Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie): Everything she writes is amazing, but this book was a complete revelation. Thoroughly recommended.
  5. Spoiled (Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan): These two write Go Fug Yourself, which is a hilarious fashion blog, and this YA story is just so cute and funny and smiley.

anonymous asked:

So... a few weeks ago I noticed a guy from my class stares me a lot. Every lesson. First I didn't mind at all, but now I feel anguished. I can't tell if something's wrong with me, or if he has a crush on me? But then comes another thing: I'm ace/akoiromantic. I don't know what to do, do you have any ideas?

I highly doubt it has anything to do with you as a person. Perhaps he likes you? But maybe there’s another explanation for why he stares at you all the time.

((If anyone has something to add please do omg I feel bad))

vintage-smokestack  asked:

☆ ♥ ☯ Vader

★ - sad headcanon

Qui-Gon did come to see him, as a Force ghost; Vader thought he was a hallucination and mostly ignored him. 

♥ - family headcanon

It circumstances had allowed him to meet Leia’s children, Vader actually would have been an ok grandfather, at least in small doses. If nothing else, he would have been a vigilant one, and would have tracked down and killed Snoke before anything could happen to Ben. (This is not to say that Leia didn’t want to do the same, just that she didn’t have decades of experience in black magic.) 

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

There are very few things that Vader actually likes: what comes to mind most readily is flying. He has some appreciation for lightsaber duels— proper ones, not just cutting down some half-trained padawan two seconds in after they fumble their first parry— and the dominating power of Djem So. 

Vader dislikes almost everything about his life, but he especially hates being on Corusant. He’s there as rarely as possible. 

scrawls-of-daisy-jacobs  asked:

So I've been reading Neil Hilborn since I noticed how taken you are with him (thank you for that) his writing came into my life at the perfect time, he speaks so well on mental illness while also being a brilliant storyteller. . . I was wondering if there's anything else you could recommend that has that effect on you, anything: poets, literature, fiction, podcasts even?

ikr! he’s amazing isn’t he?

As for other things, the first thing that comes to mind is Dessa. She was the first musical artist I absolutely fell in love with and I haven’t found a band that meets the intricacy and beauty of her prose since.

I’m also a fan of magical realism and that sort of blending the mundane with the strange. PJ Liguori (youtube: kickthepj) has a way of making magical-realism-ish stories that are somehow simultaneously magical, relatable, and unsettling. especially in his older stuff. I still go back to gems like this when I need an extra creative boost.

(I just realized I didn’t include any of the genres you actually asked for. Along the mixing of sci-fi/fantasy with reality line, Kurt Vonnegut is a p great author, and welcome to night vale is a podcast I used to listen to, but stopped for unknown reasons. Otherwise, Sam Rush is an amazing slam poet, I’m a big fan of their more recent stuff like this.)

to add to this “humans are weird” thing
did you know that humans are the only species on earth with the ability to throw things with any significant degree of accuracy and force (apes can throw with about the force of a human ten year old, but cant lock their wrists well enough for accuracy)

and we just never really think about it bc its so easy and simple to us that pretty much all of our sports are based around the concept of throwing things accurately

so
what if the concept of projectile weapons takes most species FOREVER to get the hang of, or even come up with in the first place.
a human goes onto a ship and throws some trash into the nearest reclaimer, shouts “kobe!” and all the other aliens on board absolutely LOSE THEIR MINDS

aesthetic themed ask list

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

fin.

First time I met Brendon, he was in a dressing room, and he was throwing a tray full of fruit into a shower. And I kind of stood there staring  at him for a minute, I was like, what is this little kid doing right now- he was so, so just like, intent on throwing all the fruit in the shower and smashing it. So I just asked him, I was like, ‘What are you doing right now?’ And he’s like, 'Well I wanted to throw the fruit somewhere, but I didn’t wanna make it a mess for whoever has to clean it up.’ So he was both being punk rock and very respectful, all at the same time.
—  Zack Hall, on his first time meeting Brendon Urie

“We’ll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes,” said Professor Lupin. “Are you all right, Harry?“ 
Harry didn’t ask how Professor Lupin knew his name.

Okay Harry dear let me tell you how he knew your name:

  • He bought you your first knit sweater, it was red because he knew red brought out your mother’s eyes.
  • He was there when you got sick for the first time. He comforted your parents because he was the first person they called. “Moony come here right this second, Lily’s freaking out” 
  • During your first winter you liked being in his arms the best because he was warmer than the other Marauders
  • He took care of you so many times when mama and dada were having a date night
  • You were the only thing that made him as happy as chocolate after a particularly rough full moon
  • You liked to ran your little hands over his big scars, you were the second person he didn’t mind doing that. Sirius was the first
  • You made him smile even though there was a war going on and there wasn’t much to be happy about
  • All he wanted was you after he lost it all, he was denied that right.
  • He thought about you and all his friends on full moons, how all of them sat on the living room floor of the Potters and played with you, no one had died or betrayed each other
  • He knew your name Harry, because the moment he opened his eyes in that compartment, he thought James was sitting across him and they were back in their 3rd year.
  • He knew who you were because when he looked into your eyes to say “sit still” he saw Lily Evans’ eyes.
  • He knew your name, Harry, because you were all he had left as a reminder that everything they went through with Marauders were real.
  • And the worst part is you knew him,too. You loved him at one point and now you didn’t even recognise him. 

VIKTOR IS SO SOFT HE JUST MELTS AS SOON AS YUURI SMILES AT HIM AND I’LL NEVER GET OVER IT

ALSO YUURI GAINING SO MUCH CONFIDENCE IN HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH VIKTOR and being comfortable asking for favors and speaking his own mind, compared to the first episodes where he was withdrawn and unable to trust his own decisions

I MEAN

THESE BOYS

it’s just the small things like this that makes their relationship so believable and endearing I love them so much they were meant to be ???? what did we do to deserve this utter display of love and goodness

VIKTOR IS SO HAPPY TO GO OUT WITH YUURI im crying

these two own my heart and these moments will never let me rest it’s too good to be true

Writing daily-life stuff in Japan: Food

Considering how much fanfiction gets written set in Japan. I thought I might just share some daily life details that may or may not be useful. 

This comes from my own experiences of living in a bicultural household and living in the country for about a month every year of my life. Admittedly, I’ve only lived in a deep rural area and visited cities, but some of the pointers will still be relevant.

The first thing that come to mind when you’re trying to describe another place is to get to grips with the food culture.You know the saying, ‘To know a people, know the food that they’d willingly consume’? So, for this post, I’m going to talk about food details.

1. Food that you might have in the fridge: Old rice if you made rice in bulk + various rice toppings. Think of rice as the bread, and the fridge being full of the spreads you could put on it. 

Pickles: Might not be so popular with the younger generation, but if they live with their parents, there will bound to be at least one kind of pickle in the fridge, because there are speciality pickles for almost every prefecture and you cannot escape them. In the same way as spreads, they usually taste very strong and its rare to eat them as they are, unless they’re just that tasty and you like pickles that much (think of somebody eating peanut butter with a spoon straight out of the jar). You would eat pickles with white rice. Here are three examples: Umeboshi - pickled plum, and it is sour and very salty! You can suck on stone for minutes afterwards, just savouring the salt taste. Usually one plum is sufficient for one bowl of rice. Takuwan - a smelly, giant horseradish pickle, which might look a bit yellow with age. When you see giant horseradishes drying in the sun around the back of the house, this is probably what they’re going to be made into. Rakkyo - little pickled onions. 

Other toppings: Shirasu - tiny little white fish, each fish is about two centimetres long, and you sprinkle (or heap them, if you really like them) over rice. Delicious. Again, may not be popular with the younger generations who have grown up accustomed to more Western flavours.  Gohandesuyo - seaweed paste in a jar. It’s salty like Marmite and like Marmite the name of the food is the name of the brand. You put a tablespoon or so on one bowl of rice. 

Spring onions. We are never out of spring onions. Ever. Chopped up fine.

Sauces: Soy sauce, mirin, su (rice wine vinegar), yakiniku sauce (sauce specifically for yakiniku), mayonnaise, yakisoba sauce, ketchup, mustard in a tube, wasabi in a tube.

A tub of miso: of which there are red and white variants, and there is constant family clash over which tastes better!

If the household eats bread, you’re more likely to get a vegetable oil spread than butter. I think a few years ago there was a butter shortage. It was just too expensive to buy or not on the shelves, but there were so many different brands of vegetable spread made from different flower seeds! 

Egg is a fridge staple. If you’re in doubt and you need a quick breakfast or lunch, you could crack an egg raw over hot rice, spritz a dash of soy sauce on top, shovel it down and go.

Natto - fermented beans, its sticky and when you pull it apart it stretches with sticky web-like strands just like melted cheese. It’s famously an acquired taste but I love it on rice, in curry and in miso soup. Sold in wee cups, with sachets of sauce and mustard.

Also in the pantry: Katsuobushi - tuna flakes, often used to make tuna stock; Stick dashi - powdered stock, usually seaweed or tuna; wakame - seaweed; ginger; taka no tsume - dried hot chilli peppers, prettily named ‘hawk talons’; sesame seeds; sesame oil. Furikake - literally, ‘sprinkles’ for rice, when you have no other option. Maybe tofu. Panko for frying things. Golden curry roux blocks. Cream stew insta-kits.

Instant foods: Cup ramen, cup noodles, instant ramen, instant yakisoba, freeze-dried instant soups, instant corn soup.

The primary oil used for cooking is so-called ‘salad oil’: I don’t actually know what it’s made of, but it’s a vegetable oil of some kind.

2. Where I might buy food: Supermarkets for the fruit, veg, meat and fish, but for the best read-made fare, drinks and snack foods (kashi pan, onigiri, yoghurt, and depending on where you go there might be salads and bentos), you would head to a 24/7 open convenience store (e.g. Seven-Eleven, Lawsons’), where they also might do hot steamed pork buns and, lately, really good coffee to go. If you want to buy somebody a nice cake or box of tea-time sweets as an omiyage you might go to the basement floor of a department store. 

Vending machines - there is a vending machine everywhere. I am not kidding. Even in the deep countryside, I found a couple of vending machines up a mountain which smelled as if they had been scent-marked by raccoon dogs and bears. And at these vending machines, you can not only buy cold juice, but several different kinds of hot and cold Japanese teas, a very sweet milk tea, several different brands of hot and cold coffees, corn soup, potato chowder, hot shiruko (a sweet azuki drink), hot chocolate, hot and cold lemon…You’d honestly never go thirsty.

For sushi, we’d call up a sushi restaurant. The same goes for ramen. Unless you’re using an instant ramen kit, making ramen broth is hard. The tonkotsu variant is pretty much impossible at home. Likewise, you just can’t make good sushi at home. It’s not really a family meal or something that can be casually made. Typically sushi is brought out for celebrations or special occasions as it can be quite pricey but conveyor belt sushi places are more accessible.  

3. Bread: You will find white bread (fluffy, gorgeous, pillowy white bread, that’s basically like cake) but it’s really difficult to find brown bread. In the rural supermarket, it was non-existent and for bread with a crust, you’d have to go to the little street-corner artisan bakeries.

On the topic of bread and kashipan, I’ve often seen references in fanfiction of characters baking kashipan for each other, or kashipan just like their grandmother made it (e.g. anpan, melonpan, creampan). As much I like the sentiment behind these scenes, I’m not saying they’re impossible, but in most cases they are a little jarring. 

Our grandmother’s generation were not bakers. Most of the houses that our grandmothers grew up in did not have ovens, since Japan doesn’t have a tradition of domestic baking, and even now, a lot of houses still don’t have ovens aside from a nifty little oven toaster, Cakes and kashipan were seen as Western and trendy luxuries to be eaten at cafes (a Western import in itself) or bought from specialist shops which had the equipment to make them. They weren’t ‘casual home-cooking’ so to speak, even if the history of the anpan and the castella date pretty far back into the past now. 

Even now, unless you are a massive kashipan fanatic and dessert-making enthusiast, you probably wouldn’t bake a tray of kashipan at home when you could buy them perfectly made from a nearby convenience store. 

Having said that, I have tried making anpan in an oven toaster. I made six, since that was all that could fit on the little toaster tray. They were each about 6cm in diameters, and my grandmother complained that it was a waste of perfectly good azuki. 

You can, if you’re really into dessert making, make lots of things in an oven toaster, but if you’re looking to make something sentimental just like your grandmother made them, mochi might be a better option (e.g. warabimochi or ohagi), or maybe since sweet things historically tended to be more often bought from a specialist than made at home, quote a favourite wagashi that grandmother might have enjoyed from a particular shop e.g. the anko dama and imo youkan from Funawa; the chestnut manju from the shop by the station.   

4. Omiyage: If you go away on a trip and you’re inconveniencing work colleagues with your absence (which you are), this is the souvenir that you buy to take back and share at your work place, often a food item, so boxes of sweets are often packaged in such a way that the sweets inside are individually wrapped for ease of splitting distribution. 

This is also the word used for the gifts you bring back for family, either when you’re visiting relatives and you know that you will be encroaching upon their hospitality, potentially inconveniencing them, or if you’re coming back to the family and, in a way, again, it’s to make up for any inconveniences that might have been caused by absence  -although largely for family, it’s also about the joy of giving to those you care about!

Likewise, students who go away on holiday on a trip might bring back omiyage for fellow members of their club, if they’re involved in club activities. If you think of club activities as training children up for work place social structure and customs, it makes some sense. 

Not omiyage but an example of gift-giving, but if you move into a new neighbourhood, it’s usually expected that you visit your neighbours and take round gifts, as a gesture of courtesy and goodwill. There is, again, an element of asking forgiveness for inconvenience, because moving into the new home would have made a lot of noise and possibly caused a disturbance. 

With omiyage in mind, each prefecture tends to advertise certain foods/sweets that are ‘unique’ to it that would make suitable omiyage. A famous example would be ‘Tokyo Banana’ and anything matcha from the Uji area in Kyoto. 

5. Food is seasonal: Japan is hyperconscious of its seasons, so the fridge will likely contain seasonal fruits and veg. In a lot of Japanese poems, it was traditional to include a ‘kigo’, a word that encodes a season to set the poem in without explicitly saying ‘It is winter’, and some fruits are kigo. The persimmon is a kigo for autumn, peaches and cherries and plums for spring, and more recently the watermelon is a definite kigo for summer! Seasonal fruits also make good gifts for visiting friends’ houses, especially if you’re bringing them back from the countryside after visiting relatives. 

Autumn’s a great time for food. Now is the time when all of the mushrooms are coming out - shiitake, matsutake, enoki, shimeji - and they’re dried and preserved for the year. People who cook might have dried shiitake in the pantry for rehydrating and eating or using in stock. 

Foreign brands, aware of the seasonal sensitivity of their Japanese, often produce Japan only seasonal limited products. My favourite example of this is the Haagen-Daaz flavours. One autumn there was a pumpkin and cinnamon, and I’m pretty sure I saw a cherry blossom latte at Starbucks.

6. Food you might see at festival stalls: Taiyaki - fish-shaped pastries made with a pancake-like batter and filled with custard or azuki. Yakisoba - fried noodles. Yakitori - chicken skewers. Takoyaki - octopus batter balls. Hot dogs…With a shout-out to very rare diversity my local festival had a Turkish kebab stall last year. Kakikoori for the summer festivals - sweet ice, with typical syrups being red, green and yellow (strawberry, melon and lemon flavours respectively).

 …..and that’s enough for now I think. (21/9/2016)

Isn’t it sad how the first thing that comes to our mind when people ask us to describe ourselves or tell them a bit about ourselves is our deepest darkest insecurities and how we tell them those so that they don’t judge you as much as you judge yourself
Let’s talk about Mickey Milkovich’s shitty life:

Here’s the thing that pisses me off more than any other shit with Mickey haters: they ignore all the shit Mickey went through. So we’re going to talk about it & maybe it’ll change your mind about the beautiful gift that is Mickey.

Originally posted by rosegoldcastiel

Okay, let’s get started. The first thing I’d like to talk about is Mickey’s mom. When we first meet Mickey in 1x03, Lip asks Mickey about Iggy getting out of jail & Mickey tells him his mom went to go get him. Then fast forward to when Monica comes back after Frank’s mom dies. Ian & Mandy are talking about his mom & Ian says “You’re so lucky your mom is dead.” That means that some time between season 1 & 2, Mickey’s mom dies. Now during this time Mickey is also in juvie, so it’s possible she died before he got to say goodbye.

Originally posted by stilestielinski

Now we also see in 1x03 that Mickey is still in school (he thanks Lip for the B on his paper), but later in season 3 when Mickey gets out & comes to find Ian he says he would still be a freshman. So this reveals a couple things about Mickey. One, Mickey is around the same age as Lip & Ian. Two, he drops out some time between season 1 & 3. Now, I want to suggest something, so go with me for a minute. We know during this time that his mom dies & that his dad is in prison during this time (he is picking his dad up when Ian comes looking for Kash’s gun). So is it possible that Mickey dropped out of school in order to take care of his family? The same thing Fiona gets so much credit for? Is it possible that his mom died & his dad was in prison & Mandy needed to eat, so Mickey dropped out to help take care of her? Is it possible that this boy everyone just assumes is a stupid thug (though we know is not the case because he’s a whiz with numbers) is just a kid trying to take care of the ones he loves?

Originally posted by smuchshypush

It always gets me that everyone says Mickey is so unloving because he clearly loved Mandy. Hell…the only reason he even gets involved with Ian is because Mandy said Ian had tried to rape her & Mickey was coming to get him. And the only reason he ends up giving Lip a beat down is because Lip basically calls Mandy a whore & Mickey gets pissed. And then we see his love for her again when she gets beat up by her boyfriend. Mickey brings her to the Gallagher house. He could’ve pretended like he didn’t see anything (Mandy was sure trying to act like it didn’t happen) but he didn’t. He took her out of the scary situation & got her to the safest place he could think of.

Originally posted by smuchshypush

Alright now let’s get into the real shit that gets me:

First, let’s talk about how everyone always talks about what a shit husband Mickey is. I am going to say this very clearly for you all to hear: MICKEY WAS MARRIED TO HIS RAPIST. OK? No he wasn’t a very good husband to her. But for fuck’s sake, why do we expect him to? He was in love with Ian (even if he hadn’t admitted it to himself yet) & he was happy with Ian. But then his dad finds out & pays this woman to rape him. Then he is FORCED to marry her. I mean Fuck! Would you be in love with that? Would you be able to sleep next to that person every night? Sit across the table from them at every meal? And on top of that, he lost the one person he did actually love because of this woman. She & Terry ripped away the only good thing he had. I might be a bitch to her too. But it’s not like she loved him either. Everyone seems to miss that point when talking about their relationship. Lana was just as awful to Mickey as he was to her. She constantly threatened him & belittled him about his feelings for Ian. She didn’t care about him anymore than he did for her. 

Now let’s chat about his son & the whole “he’s a horrible father” thing. Yes, Mickey had his faults when it came to his son. But…..this baby came from his RAPE. This baby is literally a daily reminder of one of the worst days of his life. And he was expected to love him from day one. Yes he responded in a mean way in regards to his son at first, but as we know with Mickey, this is how he responds when he feels scared & vulnerable. But he didn’t stay that way. Mickey steps up in the dad department. It takes him a while but he does it. The thing is that Mickey is a victim, probably suffering with a form of PTSD, who is forced to live with the people who made him a victim. And furthermore, is expected to love them. How is that fair? We can see from the way he loves & cares for Ian that Mickey has it in him to be a wonderful partner & caretaker. Under different circumstances I believe Mickey would be an amazing father & husband.

Originally posted by ianmickgallagher

Now the final point I want to talk about goes back to something I brought up earlier: Mickey is about the same age as Ian & Lip (we also can assume this because he goes to juvie both times meaning he wasn’t charged as an adult). Now while all this is going on Lip is somewhere around 18 to 19 & Ian is 17. That puts Mickey around that same age. So Mickey is somewhere in his late teens when he drops out of school, gets a “job”, is raped, forced to marry said rapist & becomes a dad. No wonder he is a little messed up. Lip can barely keep his shit together when Karen gets pregnant & that situation is no where near as fucked up as Mickey’s.

Originally posted by annabettley

So in conclusion, yes Mickey is a bit of a fuck up & a hot mess. But with all the shit he went through, can you really blame him?? I think the important thing to point out is this: Mickey was always trying. He knew he had faults but he was trying. He was trying to be a good brother. He was trying to be the son his father wanted. He was trying to provide for his family. He was trying to get along with Lana. He was trying to be a good father. He was always trying. And he deserves credit for that. 

Originally posted by barkingnoel

Creating plots for your story

You feel like nothing is happening in your story. It’s lukewarm and dull. You are getting bored, the characters are getting bored, you have no idea what to do next… or even if you should rewrite the whole thing.

If so, this post will help you find new plots and subplots for your story.

Originally posted by find-a-reaction-gif

The secret of finding plot is exploring possibilities. Most of the time, we settle for the first thing that comes to mind. Creating is not easy, it’s time and energy consuming, so we avoid it the most.

But there’s a shortcut… and that is: Listing.

Making lists is great way to discover ideas and find new paths for your story. Plus, it’s quite fun. Let’s start with a few basic lists.

- Create a list of dreams your main character could have

- Create a list of bad things that could happen to your main character

- Create a list of special physical features for your main character

- Create a list of places your main character could live in

Now, let’s jump into more detailed lists.

- Create a list of places within your fictional world

- Create a list of dreams for your antagonist

- Create a list of objects relevant to the story

- Create a list of realistic situations within your fictional world

- Create a list of feelings related to the story

- Create a list of  psychological issues your main character could go through

- Create a list of fears your main character could have

- Create a list of childhood memories for your main character

You can create your own list prompts as well. And also apply them to specific genres. For example, romance.

Originally posted by viktvr

- Create a list of common interests

- Create a list of places for a first kiss

- Create a list of bad things that could set them apart

- Create a list of dynamics

- Create a list of common goals

Once your lists are done, go back, read them all over again. 90% will be rejected, but 10% will shine in your eyes with fresh plot opportunities. Pick the most interesting items and create plots around them. These lists will also get you closer to the characters and the fictional world.

Malec in the Rest of Season 2

So while I’m impatiently waiting for their first date tomorrow, I decided to do this to help pass the time. These have all probably been posted individually, but I’m all about compiling and organizing things so…this masterpost of Season 2 Malec spoilers from showrunner Todd Slavkin happened. I just love looking at them. We have so much to look forward to! Keep in mind that these are tweets that only address events that are still to come, so read at your own risk if you’re trying to avoid spoilers.

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Hidden Self Spread by intuitive-witch

**I created this spread as part of @thespiritedtarotchallenge and, for the purposes of the contest, I follow from my main blog @mainly-intuitive.

This week’s prompt is moonshine. I would have loved to have made a little moonshine cocktail while I worked on this spread, but, tragically, I do not like moonshine. I say tragically because I’m from the deep South and it’s practically a way of life here. Whenever I think about this alcohol, the first thing that comes to mind is the clandestine production in sheds and basements of moonshine during prohibition. So, I decided to create a spread about the secret and hidden parts of ourselves. You can use this spread to get a better understanding and acceptance of your hidden self. 

1. Your Dark Side - These are your qualities that you may perceive as bad or undesirable. You may even feel ashamed of these parts of yourself, so you attempt to hide them from others. The first step to self-improvement and self-acceptance is to acknowledge the parts that you may want to work on.

2. Your Hidden Dreams - This card shows the seemingly far-fetched fantasies you may have. It could be that dream job, dream relationship, dream whatever that you may be embarrassed to tell others about or think you’ll never be able to achieve. I do want to add that while this is a fairly common reaction, you shouldn’t have to feel silly for your dreams and desires :)

3. Your Deepest Secrets - This represents the experiences, memories, actions, feelings, etc that you don’t tell anyone, or very few people, about. This card can also explore why you feel the need to keep those things secret.

4. Your Greatest Fears - What things make your skin crawl? What outcome or event do you dread more than anything? This card may help you understand the things you fear, and why you fear them.

Now that you’ve put a name to all of these parts of yourself, what you do with the information is up to you. Is it time to make a change, take a chance, and/or let someone in? It’s all up to you. I hope you enjoy this spread, kind reader! 

Originally posted by imnathbtw

Requested by Anon

Request: JOKER SMUT WITH KNIFE-PLAY OR GUN-PLAY, IM SCREAMING, JUST ROUGH JOKER, BUT THEN THE AFTERCARE COMES UP AND HES SO SWEET ARGH

Warning: GUN PLAY, Smut

A/N: I gotcha Anon! My first time I wrote something like this and I’m so excited and nervous! I thought about both, knife and gun play and decided I want to do gun play a little bit more, I don’t know. I just saw the Joker with an awesome flashy gun in my mind and then some sexy things happened and yeah… Sorry I took so long and if it’s bad. School/Work is fucking me over.

Real life sucks. 


He grabbed your throat and pushed you against the wall, pressing his red lips against yours. You moaned, your fingers sliding up his biceps, grabbing them as you felt no air rushing through your lungs. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, dominating you for mere seconds before he broke the kiss, leaving you with want.

“On your knees.” His voice was deep and seductive, and you did what he said.

He pulled out his golden gun and you looked up, eyes big. Pointing it at you, just a few inches from your forehead, he grinned and flashed you his metal teeth. You gulped but trusted him enough to not to kill you. 

“What a little obedient thing you are.” You only nodded keenly.

His gun wandered a little bit down, touching for a second your nose, then moving closer to your lips, and you knew what he wanted. 

And it sent arousing shockwaves through naked your lower parts. 

“Be a good little thing and use your tongue.”

You closed your lips around the gun. It was cold and tasted like metal and gunpowder, something that strangely aroused you. Slowly, you sucked the loaded gun and made eye contact with the Joker, letting your tongue slide over the shaft while you kept your hands crossed on your back. You let out a loud moan, working eagerly and wetting the weapon with your spit.

The Joker laughed and pushed the gun deeper into your mouth, making you gag but you didn’t stop sucking until he took the gun away. Spit dripped down your chin. 

He fisted the hair at the back of your head and pulled it back, making you look pained at him. “On the bed. On all fours, baby.” 

You stood up and crawled slowly onto the bed, naked and on all fours, waiting for the Joker to take you. You heard the zipper and his pants, how they rustled and fell down to the ground. 

Eagerly, you wiggled your hips, spreading invitingly your legs but shrieked when he suddenly slapped your ass. Once, Twice, Thrice. And then a last time. “Outch.” You whispered, and he chuckled and grabbed your hips, placing himself at your entrance. His hands wandered over your ass and back, caressing you and leaving goosebumps. 

You moaned when you felt his tip slide inside of you, teasing you before he pushed himself in, and groaned when your walls clenched around him. Immediately, he began to move in a steady pace, slamming into you, filling the room with the sound of your bodies hitting each other. 

He thrusted harder, faster, deeper in you, drawing screams from you.

You screamed, you gasped, you fisted the sheets and savored the intense feeling he made you feel through the rough pounding. His fingers burried between your legs, the Joker began to rub your clit, fast and harshly, moaning and groaning, until you felt your climax washing over you, like an untamed wave. You called out his name, causing him to reach his own climax, and cumming inside of you.

With a shaky breath you pressed your face into the pillow, trying to calm yourself down, while the Joker pushed himself away, and rolled himself onto his back, breathless and sex-dazed, pulling you with him. “You’re so fearless.” he said, his hand burried in your hair, and pulled you into a heated kiss before breaking it after mere seconds, smearing his red lipstick all over your mouth. “I like it.” 

You smiled and placed your head over his racing heart. “Lets do that again.” 

“You’re so eager.” He chuckled at your words and caressed your cheek with his rough pale hand, tugging you closer to him. 

“Only with you, J.” You answered and took a deep breath, taking in his unique scent. “Only with you.” 


Tagging: @salvatoreseduction