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How To Develop A Distinct Voice In Your Writing

Voice in writing is extremely important and can make or break your story as a whole. It’s imperative that you pay attention to how readers interpret your writing voice because loving the author’s storytelling style can sometimes be just as important as the story itself. Here are some tips to remember and some general rules to follow in order to make sure your writing voice is enjoyable to listen to for your audience.


General Introduction & Some Things To Note

  • Voice is an audience’s ability to read something and know you wrote it. It’s essentially your fingerprint on your work.
  • The syntax is how an author chooses to order words in a sentence and can play a large role in conveying your voice.
  • Voice does not have to be yours alone, but more on that later.

How To Develop Your Voice

Rule 1: Write Naturally

Use voice as a tool, but don’t let it control you. Don’t try to force voice into your writing. Forcing voice can make it sound awkward and push the reader away. 

Rule 2: Always Write For Clarity First

Be as clear as possible. Don’t embellish or use fancy words if unnecessary. If writing poetry, however, do the exact opposite.

Rule 3: Don’t Deviate Too Much From The Rules Of Writing

Doing this can alienate your readers. If you break the everyday rules too much and deviate from the technical conventions of writing, your readers may get distracted or lose track of what you’re trying to convey and what’s going on in the story as a whole.

Writing In Somebody Else’s Voice

A lot of authors choose to write stories from the point of view of a character in their story. Authors may also choose to write in a format that requires their voice to be that of someone who may be completely different than them. Being able to recognize small details that form a voice in your readers’ heads is very important, whether you’re telling them the story as yourself or through the eyes of another. Here are some tips on developing a voice that matches the point of view you are telling the story from:

Word Choice ~ Use words and phrases that are true to the character’s personality. If your character is a 21st-century teenager talking about some guy they’re “totally obsessed” with and want to “Netflix and Chill” with, then they probably won’t describe him as a “harrowing barbarian with golden flowing locks and a stone cold thirst for vengeance”. 

Observation ~ Be careful when describing what your narrator observes throughout the story. If your narrator is supposed to be somewhat oblivious or gullible, they won’t notice the incredibly subtle mannerisms in everyone around them in order to conveniently draw conclusions and convey every piece of information the reader needs to predict the ending of the story.

Focus ~ Be mindful of what your narrator focuses on when describing a situation or the people around them. If your narrator chooses to point out that a character they don’t like happens to have the latest Rolex, this will hint at the reader that the character has a distaste for those with lots of wealth and therefore is somewhat of the opposite of the person they dislike. The things a person focuses on can tell you a lot about who they are and what they think of the world, and that is a massive deal when it comes to voice.

Descriptions ~ How your character describes the situations and minute details is important. Whether they say “shuddered” instead of “shook” or “steamed” instead of “angry” plays a large part in the reader getting to know your narrator.


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anonymous asked:

I headcanon that when not using the Mike ability Kirby has a very cute child's singing voice.

Some things sound better when they’re not loud enough to bring down a castle.

Also Kirby is probably not allowed to use the Mike ability eVER AGAIN.

Writing my thoughts as I make my way through the album (instead of working)

1. Mirrors - as I’ve already said, I literally felt the breath being punched out of me. I can’t even explain why, it’s not the lyrics since I barely paid attention to them, but something about it was completely overwhelming. Also I bet you anything this ends up being used in tv ads (possibly for a car or sth).

2. On the Loose - I think it’s going to grow on me because I really really love the Live version, and the studio version has got some nice instrumenting, but I have to admit I’m sad with the overproduction on that one, there’s some effects on his voice that I could have done without. :/

3. On my Own makes me want to drive a car with all the windows rolled down, or stand at the edge of the sea and let the wind swipe me off my feet. It also makes my heart glow quiet and happy. I just really, really love it. It speaks to my soul, even though technically, I’m nothing like the lyrics. Now that I’ve listened to everything, i think it’s pretty clear this is my favourite 💛

4. Paper Houses - the first notes played and I swear to god, I knew I was fucked. I’m afraid that’s all i really have to say about it though - every time i listen to it it’s like my brain goes on standby, in a good way. There’s something about the beat that soothes me, makes me feel calm. I love it.

5. The Tide - I honestly don’t know. It feels like i should feel it but every time i listen to it, as soon as it’s over i can’t remember what it sounded like?? It’s really strange.

6. Seeing Blind - I almost missed out on that one coz for some reason I hadn’t copied it to my iPod on the first try, but thankfully @akai-coat ’s reblog of it made me realize my mistake. All I can say is that I grinned so wide when it started playing, and kept on grinning all the way through. I ADORE the harmonies, and how Maren’s voice sounds (didn’t even know her name but I’ll have to remember to check her out). I just love it.

7. You and Me - I really like the lyrics. I’m not quite taken in by it yet, although i do love the added veiled softness of the female voice - is that Maren again? I have to admit these songs take an entire different turn knowing now that they really are about a real relationship that no one in the fandom had any idea existed. I looove that he was able to keep this secret, but part of me would like to place a face on the hurt, I admit.

8. Flicker - same as Paper Houses : the first notes played and i got this HUGE feeling of foreboding, like my heart knew it was going to fucking hurt - and boy, did it ever. Wtf, Niall? This song should come with a warning. I don’t think that very first “gone” will ever stop making my heart clench tight tight tight in my chest.
Also i listened to it while the train was riding out of Paris, watching the lights of moving cars glinting off the dark river, and it felt like the best scenery I could have wished for.

9. Fire Away - this one really took me by surprise. I hadn’t expect a song with that title to be a soft ballad. I think I’m going to love it, especially to write.

10 - Since We’re Alone - hm. Didn’t make much of an impression on me, don’t really like the style. I’ll have to see how it grows on me.


By the way, did i mention that Too Much To Ask has finally grown on me? 😊 Turns out that my voice hits a lovely pitch on the first verse that goes super well with Niall’s voice and yeah basically i fell in love with it because of that, lmao. It’s just amazing to sing along to. ^_^

Has anyone else posted a detailed review of their thoughts on the album? Because I’d be interested in reading it!

anonymous asked:

Hey Cat I just wanna voice some opinions on mama. So, I don't get how Monsta X had 3 comebacks this year yet only nominated for one thing??

I know I’m so :/ about it. Like I know MX haven’t had a music show win or whatever, but it’s mostly because of circumstance and they always come back during densely packed times when a bunch of groups release. But they sell a bunch of albums, they tour all over the world, most–if not all of the members are very acknowledged in the industry as being some of the best. It isn’t right man. But a lot of groups were snubbed. Like Winner????? Nominated for some random category when they had super solid releases that sold incredibly well. I’m???

But it’s going to be the Exo/BTS/Twice/IU show anyway so I guess it’s all moot lmao

(Letting myself make one comment because I studied Japanese for a whole 1.5 hours):

So we know that Duck (and presumably Mytho) are now being held hostage by, someone who is also in possession of a heart shard, some kind of voice that likes riddles (apparently Duck is super bad at riddles) that is also capable of moving around the walls in this weird dungeon/maze/catacombs-minus-bodies place. And we know that it wants Duck and Mytho to stay ~forever~. Not really sure what the heart shard is. It’s definitely not fear (I note this only because I know fear is coming up), and it’s definitely not loneliness, since Mytho’s already recovered that feeling. Definitely not anger, and despite all the giggling, I’m pretty sure it’s not happiness (Drosselmeyer is probably deliberately keeping that one away from Tutu for as long as possible). So, uh… jealousy? The desire to comfort others, whatever you’d call that? I dunno.

What I want to note here is the parallel between the voice’s behavior and Fakir’s behavior. The voice insists that Duck and Mytho will be fine down here, because that’s where the voice is! Likewise, Fakir keeps insisting that Mytho only needs to spend time with him and do what he says, and that Mytho doesn’t need anything else. We can contrast that with Duck, who is happy to see Mytho spending time with anyone. Especially Rue, even though Rue is more or less her romantic rival. So whatever the heart shard is, I think the feeling it represents is probably a major part of Fakir’s motivation, but is not the driving force behind Duck’s quest.

THIS IS MUCH FUNNIER WHEN YOU KNOW THAT JEREMY SHADA AKA LANCE’S VOICE ACTOR IS THE ONE WHO’S VOICING BII-BO-BI:

jeremy: bii boh bi boo!

jeremy back to jeremy: i have no idea what you’re saying

which basically sums up the me @ me convos that i have in the dead of the night in a nutshell

edit: i just knew that jeremy did not voice bii boh bi the effects guy but he did voice some of the crowd which also speak the bii boh bi language which lance still doesn’t understand so yeah this post is still valid lmao

I want an episode where Gabriel tries to Akumatize Marinette.

As in: “on purpose”. He did it to Nino, he did it to Simon, he did it to Santa, he can do it to anyone.

And so Gabriel meets Marinette, this passionate kid who really loves fashion, pastel pink, and banana-haired young models, as she is visiting Adrien, and he decides to ruin her day, because it should be about as easy as stealing jewelry from teenagers candy from a baby.

Gabriel has mastered ‘unpleasant jerk’, practically has a PHD in it. It’s second nature. When you look up 'ass’ in the dictionary, you find his picture next to a stock photo of a donkey. So he tunes it up to 'extreme ass’, aka ‘his normal’, and destroys Marinette’s hopes and dreams by, I don’t know, telling her she has no future in fashion except maybe as a costume designer for underfunded live action superhero shows.

She is devastated.

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BUZZFEED UNSOLVED AU
  • So basically,,, Lance is loosely based off Shane and Keith is loosely based off Ryan
    • Tbh Shiro and Lance being in Shane’s role is interchangeable, sometimes Shiro will do an ep and sometimes Lance will do an ep (it’s mostly Lance tho)
    • Shiro will usually fill in if Lance has like, a project or big test and can’t do an episode
    • [Shiro voice] hey there, demons, its me ya boy
  • Pidge handles the camera/techie stuff and Hunk helps out with editing and such
  • Keith and Pidge are Big Conspiracy Theorists and they start a YouTube channel called “Voltron Unsolved”
    • Lance: What the fucks a Voltron
    • Keith: do you want in or not?
    • Lance: of fucking course I do
  • At first it was mostly them just fucking around in a forest or allegedly haunted hotel trying to find demons and stuff but it got really popular after, like, a year
    • people loved the dynamic between Lance, Keith, Pidge, and Hunk and Shiro and Matt, when they joined in sometimes 
  • there’s 5 different Mothman episodes bc Keith is this close to catching him
  • Lance, in a panicked voice: something just grabbed my ass
  • One time they couldn’t find Shiro so theres just like 20 hours of footage of Pidge, Hunk, Keith, and Lance going around town looking for him and speculating on where he could be
    • Lance: thE COCO GOT HIM 
    • Keith: mothman is real and he abducted my brother behind a Denny’s
    • Pidge: what’s up gamers Shiro was fuckin possesed by a ghost
    • Hunk: oh my god Shiro died and we have to learn necromancy to resurrect him
      • turns out he was just hanging out with Matt lol
      • Matt: and I would’ve gotten away with it if it weren’t for you meddling kids!
      • Pidge: Matthew you are twenty eight, stop acting like a child
  • Keith: so apparently the spirits in this hotel are excessively violent and aggressive
  • Lance, from the shadows, lobbing a vase at Keith: YEET, BITCH
  • Pidge’s running gag in the show is that she says some variation of “I’m gonna call a fucking exorcist” whenever Lance fucks around in a haunted building or something
    • the funny thing is though she never actually does until they’re reviewing footage from when they visited the Lizzie Boren house and as Keith is talking to the picture of Lizze, they hear Keith’s name repeated many times in a voice not belonging to any of their’s
      • Pidge deadass calls an exorcist
  • Keith, turning around when a chair falls over: what was that?
  • Pidge: dunno. some bullshit
  • [Lance voice] Hey ghouls! The boys are here!
  • Hunk gets scared easily but he’s also really curious so tbh he’s probably the first to go poking around at some spooky shit
    • Pidge: what’s that red stain on the dresser huNK NO-
  • Lance: If you slit my throat tonight I’m gonna have a hard time forgiving you for that 
  • Keith, wheezing: okay are you going to haunt me in the afterlife then?
  • Lance: what? No ghosts aren’t real 
  • Pidge, zooming in on Lance’s distressed face: Local man very anxious, tune in at 11 for more
  • Shiro tries, really, really hard not to get any of them killed
    • not by like, the ghosts or demons or whatever. He lets Pidge, Lance, Hunk and Keith deal with that spooky stuff. He just doesn’t want the landlady of the haunted motel to murder Lance for banging on the walls and yelling “hey demons come out come out wherever the fuck you are!”
  • Lance: where the hell are we gonna get a Bigfoot costume in the middle of June?
  • Hunk: Target is having a five for one sale on brown rugs and I have a bunch of duct tape left over from band night?
  • Lance: Hunk you are a GENIUS
  • Keith loves investigating the paranormal and all but he gets freaked out when Lance starts fucking around with the demons or ghosts
    • Lance: ayyyy I’m getting a selfie with this ghost, this is going on the snap
    • Lance: there could be a ghost aggressively breakdancing behind you and you wouldn’t even know it
    • Lance: hey Keith the demons want you to blaze it lol
  • Lance likes to tease about Keith believing in ghosts but he will never let anyone know that something brushed up against his foot while it was hanging off the bed when he was lying down and now he keeps a bag of salt in his pocket at all times
    • Hunk: oh my god we don’t have any salt to make a salt circle we’re all going to die a painful and excruciating
    • Keith: Hunk calm down-
    • Lance, screaming and grabbing handfuls of salt from his pockets: NOT TODAY GHOSTS NOT T O D A Y
  • [while on the Queen Mary] Lance: Keith what if we’re in the same spot one of the scenes in titanic was filmed?! What if I’m standing where Kate Winslet stood?!
    • Lance: those lucky ghost bastards, getting to hang out when Titanic was being filmed here
    • Keith: … the people who died here did so in a horrific and unimaginable way
    • Lance: yeah but they probably got to stare at Leonardo DiCaprio when he was soaking wet so who’s the real winner here?
  • Pidge, zooming in on Keith and Lance sitting in the tub: two bros sittin in a hot tub… five feet apart cause they’re not gay
  • Pidge: ya aint shit ghost!
  • Lance, banging on the windows: ya aint SHIT
  • Pidge: ya just. like. ya FATHER.
EXO & makeouts

Xiumin:

• caresses your cheeks and behind your ear while he drives you crazy with his warm lips

• totally will bite on your lips if you made a small moan

• whispers intangible things against your mouth but it’s probably something like “god, you’re so beautiful” and “did you like that?”

• a hard core butt grabber, beware


Suho:

• so sweet and gentle and takes his time, kissing you all over your face

• giggles in between kisses, esp when you put your hands underneath his shirt

• says some really corny shit when you both pull away for a quick breath “have you always looked this perfect or is it my kisses?”

• twirls your hair around with his fingers as he kisses you, probably intentionally to make you moan his name


Lay:

• him kissing you is always unexpected but welcomed nonetheless

• likes to lay or sit in between your thighs when making out, probably squeezing them every so often

• pulls away when he hears your breath hitching, and smiles while leaning his head against yours “take your time, baby”

• goes crazy when you bite his lips, and he’ll do the same in return until moving down to give little nips at your neck


Baekhyun:

• you’d think he’d be rated R, but all he wants to do is hold hands aww

• is hella impatient tho and most makeout sessions would end in something more, but he’s learned to relax and take his time

• this is when he comes up with most of his cheesy nicknames for you, esp if you ever dared to moan his name “oooohhhhhhhh baekhyun ;;;;;; yeee that’s my name”

• will guide your hand and silently beg you to play with his hair and relaxes into your touch when you do


Chen:

• a GOD at French kissing oh my lord

• grabs your neck with one hand to keep you steady against his own lips, while his other finds its way around your lower back or your thighs

• boy is not shy with letting you hear how you make him feel, he’s moaning and breathing hard and not making it easy on you tbfh “Why don’t we do this every single day until we die?”

• you’ll find yourself between his legs or sitting completely on top of him at some point


Chanyeol:

• has no idea what to do with his shaky hands until you guide them somewhere

• sits like a stiff rock and lets you do whatever, until he starts to get the hang of it and feels more relaxed pressed up against you

• he’ll sound like he just woke up when he decides to make some noises, deep morning voice and everything “do you wanna move to the bed?”

• his tall af legs will wrap around you somehow, so you’re kinda cuddling and making out at the same time


D.O:

• his huge and plump lips will pretty much devour yours, don’t deny it

• doesn’t use his hands too much, but will occasionally tug on your hair and link your fingers with his

• his weakness is when you’re wearing something kinda revealing, he’ll trace his fingers over your thighs ever so slightly and smiles when he feels your goosebumps “you cold, y/n?”

• melts when you wrap your arms around his waist completely


Kai:

• wants to hear little praises from you

• oml PLEASE use any nickname when you’re kissing him, he’ll legit do anything and everything for you if you called him by a special name

• it’s almost unbearable bc he’ll always pull away and give you such an intense dreamy look, then go back to roughly kissing you, and repeating it “I could do this forever with you”

• loves giving Eskimo kisses afterwards


Sehun:

• a deer in the headlights sometimes, but he catches on what you like and don’t like

• loves pleasing you more than anything, so just make one sound and he’ll keep doing it

• open-mouthed kisses will leave him breathless and he’ll totally prop you up on his lap to have better access

• pretends as if he doesn’t have time for makeout sessions but he’s always the one initiating them lmao

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Coming Out

 Eddie had known there was something that was different about him ever since the day that Beverly had sunbathed in front of them, clad in her underwear. And what popped into his mind, as he stared was ‘I wonder what we’re having for dinner tonight?’ As he looked around at his friends, it occurred to him that they we’rent thinking the same thing. No, their batting eyes, sharp intakes of breath, and parted mouths told otherwise. So Eddie tried to keep staring, just to make sure he hadn’t missed something. But Beverly started to turn her head and his time was up. He was immediately flustered and snapped his head back around like he was burned. 

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acegermwarfare  asked:

Have you ever seen Home on the Range? I know that's it's widely regarded as being Disney's worst theatrically released animated film, but I know next to nothing about it besides some of the voice actors.

i honestly enjoyed the cow designs, it was 3 female characters with very different and not sexy body types, the background art is really good too

thats all the good things i have to say and i also spilled acetone and ruined my keyboard when i watched it so fuck that movie

Riding Out The Storm

CW: Depression, self-deprecating thoughts, anxiety

Notes: Written for @abstractedthinking who is having a hard time. Just a short little thing. Sorry if it’s a little rough around the edges, I’ve got a pretty bad headache today D:<  

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Patton hadn’t seen Virgil all day. 

That by itself wasn’t terribly alarming, but then there’d been the anxious side’s behavior before he’d disappeared: withdrawn, uncertain around the others, more likely to shy away from physical contact. The clues were subtle, but Patton had learned to spot them long ago. Combined with his all-day disappearing act, there was no doubt in Patton’s mind: Virgil was having an episode. 

He waited until Logan and Roman had retired for the evening before seeking Virgil. It was always better to confront him when there was less likelihood of being interrupted. He knew Virgil wouldn’t be asleep; he rarely slept anyway, and during the episode, there would be…distractions, keeping him awake. 

Patton’s jaw firmed a little as he climbed the stairs. Distractions, indeed. A familiar curl of anger uncoiled in his gut, but he suppressed it. Now was not the time for his own emotional response; now was the time to be there for Virgil. 

He didn’t knock when he reached the anxious side’s door. But he did pull out the key Virgil had given him, all those months ago. He’d pressed it into Patton’s hand, eyes averted, and mumbled, “Just in case.” 

Patton hadn’t asked ‘in case what.’ He’d suspected he’d know, when the time came to use the key. 

He pushed the key into the lock and opened Virgil’s door, slipping inside and closing it behind him. He blinked, willing his eyes to adjust. “Virgil?” 

A soft whimper met his ears, and he squinted, trying to see through the shadows. They eventually resolved themselves just enough to see the vague lumpy shape of Virgil’s bed–and the dark shape of Virgil, curled up in its center. 

Patton reluctantly let go of the doorknob and stepped into the unnatural black. It wasn’t just the absence of light that made Virgil’s room like this sometimes, he knew, but an invasion of shadows: the darker thoughts, doubts, and fears that Virgil worked so hard to keep from Thomas. 

And he did an amazing job, he really did. But sometimes they overcame him all the same, and he’d confided to Patton, not long ago, that they could hound him for days or even weeks at a time, if no one intervened. 

Patton’s heart had broken, thinking of all the times no one had. Of all the times in the past that Virgil had vanished, and the’yd all chalked it up to the anxious side simply being ‘emo,’ or ‘broody.’ Not once had any of them thought to check on him–to find out if he needed help. 

Guilt tried to choke Patton’s throat and pushed, burning, at the back of his eyes. We left him alone for so long, he thought sorrowfully. He suffered so much, and it was our fault. My fault. I could’ve–

NO. 

Patton’s mouth twisted into a silent snarl, and he forced the thoughts from his mind. The shadows were subtle, but he’d learned to recognize them, when they began to work at him. And he’d learned ways to resist.  

Virgil. Focus on Virgil. Guilt doesn’t matter. Yes, I made mistakes, but they’re in the past. They don’t matter now.

(…you left him to suffer, you ignored him, you hurt him, you…)

–won’t make the same mistake twice.

The voices relented some, sullen, and Patton nodded, satisfied he’d shut them up for the time being. He moved forward, doing his best to ignore the vague, ominous hissing as the shadows slithered past him, trying to coil around his limbs. He clenched his fists and focused his attention on his goal: Virgil. He thought, clear and confident, I am going to get to Virgil. I am going to comfort Virgil. I am going to reach my son. 

The shadows hissed angrily, furious at his steadfast resolve, but it was enough: they retreated a little. Enough for Patton to catch a glimpse of Virgil, sitting wide-eyed and curled in on himself, tears streaking his face and hands clamped to his ears as he tried to drown out the voices. Patton’s heart broke again, and he eased himself onto the mattress in front of the anxious side, reaching out to touch his arm gently. 

Virgil started, badly, drawing away and staring at Patton. For a moment there was no recognition in his eyes–just horror, fear, and a kind of desperate despair–but after a few moments, he blinked, and his eyes cleared just a little. 

“P-pat–Dad?” he said, and his voice broke badly on the single syllable word. There was so much hope in that word, but so much fear, too–that Patton might not be real, that he might simply be a figment conjured by the shadows, sent to torment him further. 

“Yeah, kiddo,” Patton murmured, giving Virgil the brightest smile he could in an effort to dispel those doubts. “I’m here.” 

Virgil stared for only a moment longer before flinging himself forward, launching himself into Patton’s arms and whimpering as fresh tears spilled onto his cheeks. 

“Dad,” he sobbed. “I’m…scared. Dad, I’m so scared.” 

“I know, kiddo. I know,” Patton whispered, wrapping Virgil up tight in his arms and cupping the back of his head. He felt his own tears threatening once more, and this time he let them fall. He pressed a kiss to Virgil’s hair, then another, and another. He began to rock him back and forth, soothing him, even as the oppressive weight of the shadows tried to bear down around them. 

“They–th-they say you guys don’t really…c-care about me,” Virgil whimpered into Patton’s neck. “They s-s-say you’re just buh-being nice…th-they…” 

“They’re lying,” Patton said firmly, but gently. It was, after all, no good scolding Virgil for these thoughts and fears: he didn’t ask for them, and he didn’t want to believe them, either. “They’re telling you lies. We love you very much.” 

It took a few more repetitions of those gentle reminders before Virgil finally calmed down, and the shadows retreated a little bit more. Not completely–Patton knew they might not go for hours yet–but they did at least withdraw a little, leaving the pair of them with some breathing room. 

Virgil sighed, ducking his head and hiding it under Patton’s chin. “I’m s-sorry,” he whispered. “I…I know y-you must get…tired of dealing with all of this…”

“Hey. No,” Patton murmured, drawing back far enough to take Virgil’s face between his hands, easing his head up to look at Patton. “Never,” he said firmly, stroking Virgil’s cheeks with his thumbs and brushing away the tears. “I only wish you didn’t have to go through this, Virgil. But I’ll ride it out with you every time. And I’ll never get tired of reminding you just how much you’re loved.” He smiled and tapped Virgil’s nose with his thumb, then bent to press a kiss in the same spot. “Okay, bugaboo?” 

Virgil smiled. It wasn’t a solid smile; it wavered, like a reflection in a pool of water whose surface had been disturbed by drops of rain or a casually tossed stone. But it was there. And it was a start.

“Okay,” Virgil whispered.  

Patton leaned down again and kissed Virgil’s forehead firmly. “I’m proud of you, Virgil. I love you.” 

Virgil drew a shaky breath. “Love you too, Dad,” he whispered, curling in closer and wrapping his arms around Patton’s waist. 

And Patton held him that way until dawn, whispering gentle praises and words of love and support and comfort until the shadows finally began to abate, and Virgil drifted, at last, to sleep in Patton’s arms. 

Things Fallout 4 Did Better Than New Vegas

I know, I know, i’m going to the eternal pits of hell for my sacrilege by daring to say that FO4 had some better aspects than the high and mighty New Vegas. 
But if we’re being honest, New Vegas is old. This year marked it’s 7th anniversary, and it’s beginning to show it’s age. Replaying it, if I’m being honest, has been a huge pain in the ass; and I began to think about what had been improved upon in FO4. 
So, without further ado, here’s my list of things FO4 did better than New Vegas. 

  • Voice Acting- New Vegas has some god-awful voice acting. I feel like more than any other Fallout game, you can tell it’s the same 4 people that voice everybody in the Mojave. Even worse, go and listen to the robots. I was startled when I heard a Gutsy for the first time after playing FO4. The voices seem so out of place, and out of character. 
  • World Building- I hate, hate, the Mojave Desert. As someone who adores clutter, destruction, or just something to look at, the Mojave Desert is literally what I imagine hell to look like. There was simply too little, in too large a space, and it made going from place to place more of a chore than a fun adventure. 
  • Loot System- Okay. After playing FO4, and coming back to New Vegas, god, it’s so tedious to open everything to see what’s inside. I love that you just have to hover, and then you see everything in FO4. 
  • Weapon Quick Menu- Something simple, and easy to access, that they added to FO4. I realize that a variant does exist in NV, but I didn’t even realize it was a feature until late game.
  • No Weapon/ Armor Degradation- What a pain in the ass
  • Throwable Hot-Key- I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again, I’m very happy that I can throw my grenade without have to cycle through my weapons to get my gun out again. And before somebody tells me it exists in vanilla NV, it does not. 

I like FO4.

 I would dare say that I like it more than FNV.

I think it gets too much flak, and I think people don’t realize that it’s just supposed to be a fun video game that explores a post-nuclear world? People nit-pick it all too much, and people compare it way to much to the “holy grail” New Vegas. The point of this post wasn’t to induce rage (though I’m sure those New Vegas die hards will come for blood sooner or later), it was to show that both games have their flaws, and their strengths. Neither are perfect, and I think it’s wrong to put one down so much just to build up another. And before somebody starts telling me all the flaws FO4 has, trust me, I realize them just as much as you, so please keep it to yourself. 

Nico: Nothing ever changes. The Artist Formerly Known As Prince is still just Prince. Grey’s Anatomy always wraps up every episode with some cheesy voice-over that ties together all the story lines, which, incidentally, is my least favourite device on television. Jason continually will try to violate my No Touching Policy. And the Gods will forever keep-

[Jason appears out of nowhere and hugs Nico]

Jason: Sneak hug!

Nico: Of course, I would go kill him right now, but he actually just helped to prove my point.

painted kisses

pairing: tom holland x reader

requested?: yes, by the lovely @tomhollandxreader ! i hope this is what you were after :-)

word count: 1253

summary: tom gets a little restless while wandering through the local art gallery so the reader comes up with a game to keep them amused.

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“i don’t mean to be rude,” tom whispered in your ear, arms slung over your shoulders, “but that’s quite possibly the ugliest painting i’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

you snorted, turning your eyes away from the beige and grey depiction of european scenery and elbowed your boyfriend gently in the ribs, making him laugh and double over.

“why are you whispering?”

tom stopped giggling and made an indignant face, looking around the room.

“you never know who might be listening. any one of those people might be the artist.”

turning around, you glanced around the interior of the local art gallery’s main hall. it was especially quiet for a saturday afternoon and a few lonely patrons wandered the corridors on either side of you – mainly elderly people here for the history and young hipsters here for the aesthetic. a solitary security guard leant against the entrance pillar, eyes glued to his phone screen. you looked back at tom, who tilted his head towards the guard, eyebrows raised.

“no,” you rolled your eyes, smiling and walking on, “he’s definitely not the artist.”

“how do you know?”

tom shuffled after you, hands pushed into his jeans. your lazy saturday dates out around the town had become a regular thing, ever since you’d started dating four months ago. now neither of you bothered to dress up too much but tom still looked effortlessly good. his black skinnies fit perfectly and the white rose t-shirt harrison had lent him was carefully rolled up at the sleeves, exposing his biceps. you reached for his hand and he met you half-way, letting your intertwined fingers hang down between the two of you as you entered the next room.

“tom, that hall is literally called ‘the renaissance era’. that’s the 13th and 14th century - there’s no way the artist is still alive,” you poked your tongue out and he grinned, running a hand through his unruly curls.

“fine, miss history-buff. but seriously, how was that painting art-gallery-worthy? i’m like, 99% sure that pads could’ve done something better.”

you laughed and squeezed his hand.

“okay, i got an idea. if you want to do something fun and avoid the shitty art, let’s play a game!”

tom stopped you and drew back a little, raising his left eyebrow in a question.

“y/n, it’s a public art gallery.”

you shushed him and pulled out your phone, cheeks getting red with excitement.

“go along with it, i promise it’ll be fun! do you have your phone on you?”

tom dazedly pulled his iphone out of his back pocket and handed it over, too busy watching you to care. he thought you looked especially beautiful today under the clean white light of the gallery, and he knew you well enough to know that your good ideas always turned out to be something that he would add to his collection of best memories with you.

“baby?”

“sorry,” he smiled, blinking once to wake himself up and looking down at you. you held his phone up to him and tom took it, returning his hand to yours and kissing your forehead quickly. “so what’s this fantastic plan of yours?”

you smiled and tapped your phone on his chest lightly.

“we’re going to have an art scavenger hunt around the gallery.”

tom returned your smile, eyes shining at the idea of a challenge.

“i’m in, love. lay out the rules for me.”

“okay so,” you bit your lip, “we’re going to split up and race each other to find different works of art that fit the theme we choose. and then whoever finds an artwork first gets a point, before we start the next round.”

“what’s the phone for?”

“facetime,” you winked, “so we can be apart but i can still make sure you’re not cheating.”

tom nudged your hip with his and grinned.

“fair enough. you don’t want me asking the security guard a.k.a. renaissance artist for help, i get it.”

you blew tom a kiss and he pretended to catch it.

“alright, let’s get started. first theme?”

you thought for a moment.

“an artwork with a dog in it!”

tom nodded appreciatively and stepped away from you, backing himself towards the far left exit. he held up his iphone.

“i’m calling you now – ready?”

nodding, you swiped ‘accept’ and tom’s slightly-pixelated face appeared on your screen. he made a funny face and you laughed, hearing it echo on the call.

“good luck baby.”

“oh, you’ll need it.”

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“the security guard’s giving me a funny look,” tom hissed, still on your facetime call, and you started to laugh, earning yourself a similar glare from the old man sitting on the gallery lounge.

“doesn’t matter, i found an artwork that uses the colour pink anyway, soooo…”

tom cussed and then clapped a hand over his mouth, looking down with his eyes wide.

“am i allowed to swear in an art gallery?”

you laughed harder.

“oh my god, you’re a mess.”

“i’m your mess though,” he smirked and held the camera up to his lips, puckering them and pretending to kiss you through the screen.

“yeah, yeah – don’t suck up to me because i’m the winner.”

“you haven’t won just yet – we’re tied, love.”

you and tom had been playing scavenger hunt for the past hour in the art gallery. every so often you’d run into each other and he’d reach out, snaking a hand around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss as you passed him. glancing down, you checked the facetime call - 73 minutes long.

“tom, do you wanna leave? we can maybe grab some food down the street and head home for a movie?”

he cocked his head and smiled at you sweetly through the video call.

“that sounds like an amazing saturday night to me, love. but how about we finish this game? i’ve got one more thing for us to find.”

“mmmkay,” you smiled back, familiar with tom’s competitive streak. “what are we looking for this time?”

“a kiss.”

you giggled and started to move, ready to beat your boyfriend on this one. there was a statue you’d passed a few times in the eastern corridor – a greek marble sculpture of a man and a woman, locked in an embrace. tom wasn’t going to be winning this one.

“know exactly where you’re going, do you?”

there was some humour in tom’s voice and you flipped him your middle finger over facetime, not even bothering to look down as you marched east through the gallery. the doorway to the statue was just ahead –

“better watch where you’re going, darling.”

tom’s voice echoed as you entered the corridor and you bumped straight into your boyfriend’s chest, accidentally knocking your phone out of your hand.

“wha-“                                                                            

before you could respond, tom wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer, using the other hand to lift your chin and drop his lips to yours. he kissed you heavily, dipping you back a bit but supporting your weight as if you were as light as a feather. your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck and you lost yourself in the kiss, curling them into the soft hair you found there. tom moaned and pulled away slowly, making your head spin. he looked down at you in awe, watching as you touched a finger to your lips and gazed back up at him, looking beautiful and star-struck. a cheeky smile spread across his face.

“i found the kiss. guess i win.”

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