sometimes i pay attention to strange things

Yo, any ARG fans out there: Have you heard of Daisy Brown?

It’s this weird twitter account that popped up recently of a girl named Daisy Brown. She tweets weird things about having a monster named Alan in her house. Apparently she just found a laptop in her attic and has never heard of the internet before.

She tweets several times a day about weird random things that make it seem like she’s living a very strange life. 

She also talks about her Dad sometimes, I don’t know if her Dad is dead or missing or what, but he apparently “created” Alan.

I originally thought that this was a challenged person that people were messing with online. I even tweeted at her and she responded!

I had stopped paying attention to Daisy’s twitter for a while but when I looked back at it today I saw THIS.


Anyway I just wanted to spread the word because not many people know about this weird situation. I’m not sure exactly where it’s gonna go but I am definitely curious and excited.

secretlybasictrash  asked:

So I've finally finished my first draft of my story!! This is my first time ever completing a first draft, so now that I'm done, I have no idea how to tackle it and begin editing. There are lots of things I need to change, like making the characterization consistent, brushing up on the flow of the story, adding in a few plot points, etc. There's just so much to do! Do you have any advice for where to start?

First, I always tell myself: One step at a time.

Don’t worry about adding plot points, or changing characters, or checking the flow, or anything. Don’t worry at all. You’ll only get anxious trying to “fix” every little detail. So, for now, celebrate. You’ve completed a draft. You are awesome!

I advise you to give yourself a reward.

I also advise you not to start editing right away. Take a week off. Start thinking about your next book. Maybe, outline your next book. For just a while, forget your completed draft. I’ve heard of authors that let their drafts in waiting for months. But a week is good enough. Why is this important? Because you move away from the story. You forget about details. You give yourself time switch from creative mode to critique mode. 

So, your week is gone and you are ready to edit.

But, remember, one step at a time.

First read: Read like a reader, not an author. Read all the way to the end without risking out or adding a word. Read like it’s someone else’s novel, not yours. And, when you get to the end, write a review. Just a paragraph or two giving your honest opinion on highlights and downfalls of the book. Be 100% honest. Be ruthless. Now, you have a general view over the story, what is missing, what is awesome. Make a list of every improvement you’d like to make.

Second read: Go over the story, applying the improvements, and also correcting mistakes along the way.

Third read: Read out loud. Reading out loud helps you detect grammar mistakes and strange sentences. :D   

Fourth read: Read one last time, not so focused on correcting mistakes, but on logic… pay attention for continuity errors, timeline errors, of if there’s any Deus ex machina around… this is just one last read to wrap things up.    

Fifth read: This is optional, but I love to read random pages of my books, just to force the brain not to follow the same track it’s already used to. Sometimes I find mistakes where I’d usually just brush over.

Then, publish it. It can’t be perfect, so don’t get crazy over every little phrase or word of choice. 

Publish. Open a new document. And start a new book. :D  

Lana Del Rey covers Paris Match’s May 2017 Issue.
Photographed by Sebastien Micke.

Lana Del Rey lounges on the divan.

She hasn’t left her false eyelashes, but she has gotten rid of her sadness. After two years of absence, the diva of ‘sad pop’ comes back with a ‘Rage de Vivre’ translation of ‘Lust for Life’ her fifth album which comes out July 21st and “Love” her single, which has already passed 50 million views on YouTube. Same hypnotic voice, same poetic universe for a woman who now has a certain taste for happiness. Since her debut in 2012, on the internet, with ‘Born to Die’ which made her one of the biggest stars in music, Lana tells us in mind-blowing songs and beautiful music videos of her fragile life as a young girl haunted by death and failure. Today, she says that she has overcome these demons and her toxic relationships. Single, maybe, but a little more light-hearted.

For her, it’s already history. At 17 years old, Elizabeth Woolridge Grant wrote her own songs and made her own music videos: ‘I took a lot of photos. Then I started to record myself, to use my image.’ After seven hellish years of singing in Brooklyn bars, her music video ‘Video Games,’ posted in 2011 and has since been viewed 155 million times, which thrusted in a few minutes, the young American into an unforeseen notoriety. She evolved into Lana Del Rey, Lolita 2.0, fan of the sixties who over the course of her songs tells a sometimes indecent and provocative story but always sensual. ‘I am connected to the future and the past at the same time… That’s why I have few friends…’ Today, she sings ‘I’m young and in love’. But confides that she has found happiness… since she is no longer dating. ‘I’ve never been lucky in choosing boyfriends’.

She always loved putting on a show: ‘As a child, I loved making my life a work of art. - My passion for beautiful films might explain my aesthetic’ says the woman who would have loved living in the Flower Power of the hippy years.

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For @cynical-harlequin and @finnreyfridays 

A Finnrey meetcute :)


Rey whirled around and snapped, “I told you not to follow me!”

The young man behind her held up his hands. “Okay, absolutely, sorry, my mistake, just…I wasn’t actually following you, I only walk this way to class because the quad’s really pretty with the green grass and the flowers and it helps relax me before I head to that godawful organic chemistry class with Professor Krennic and  I’ll stop babbling, now, I swear, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Rey sighed. She’d made a big mistake. This wasn’t the creepy guy in the black trench coat who’d skulked after her each time she left her mechanical engineering class. The one who’d tried to grab her hand twice. Told her they were destined to be together, or some such nonsense.

She thought the well-aimed kick in the shins would be enough to deter him. Especially given how he’d limped away.

Turns out she was right.

In fact, this boy seemed…sweet. And flustered. The sort of guy who really would regret startling a girl on her way to class. It didn’t hurt that we was handsome, either, though she told herself she didn’t pay attention to such things. 

Rey shrugged her backpack higher on her shoulders. She got strange looks for it sometimes, but it was practical, and helped her carry her gear. End of story.

“I like your bag,” he blurted, “and my name’s Finn, and I’ll be leaving now.” He was sweating in the sun.

Rey couldn’t suppress a smile. “Isn’t organic chemistry in Thomas hall? Up this way?”

Finn gave her a shrug. “I’ll go around.”

“Finn. It’s like a mile any other way. And I’m Rey,” she added.

“Rey,” Finn said, and she liked how it sounded when he said it. Students were streaming by them on the crowded sidewalk. It was almost 9 am, and the bell tower would ring out any minute.

 “We could…walk together,” she murmured. She didn’t do this often. She rarely put herself in someone else’s path on purpose. But Finn, who’d been ready to - literally - go out of his way to make her feel comfortable, seemed worth the chance.

“One rule though.” 

“You name it.” Finn couldn’t seem to believe his good fortune. 

“Don’t try to hold my hand or anything.” She raised an eyebrow at him.“I’m liable to kick you if you do.” 

Finn grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 


Three months later, Rey and Finn were strolling up to Thomas hall together, hand in hand. Rey was laughing at Finn’s impression of Professor Kanata. Finn had been true to his word, Rey thought. He hadn’t tried to hold her hand. She’d slipped her hand in his, shyly, on this same path, two months ago. Neither of them had looked back since.


Studies of big masses of smoke

After animating smoke for a while, I’ve noticed that I am always doing the same ones and that sometimes the shadows and highlights don’t even make sense… It happens when I animate without reference and when I am not really paying attention to the volumes. Another thing is that we don’t use outlines at Ankama so paying attention at light and shadows is very very important in order to make smoke believable and not flat.

It is also strangely relaxing to copy pictures, so I think I am going to keep doing it as a regular exercise. If you want to do it too, a good idea is to flip from the picture to your drawing, you actually start to understand things better, and while you are flipping, try to think about the volumes and where the light is coming from. 

anonymous asked:

Why would a Scorpio stare at someone? What are they thinking when they're staring? Do you also stare a lot?

Scorpios are very fascinated by human features and bodies. We think things like “Wow, how amazing are human bodies?” and “I’m so fascinated that I was born on Earth” quite a bit. So especially when we meet someone new, we want to see if they have any flecks of different colors in their eyes, we want to know the shape of their face, their eyebrows, how their hair looks in the light, their collarbones, their hands… Scorpios are very detail oriented and love beauty, and to most of us, every human holds beauty. However, they will pay more attention to people that they find more physically beautiful. (Everyone has a different eye!) Scorpios also are very intrigued by other people’s minds, but usually only if we find them interesting in some way. We want to figure them out! A Scorpio will try to pay attention to your small gestures, how you phrase things, your expressions, how you act around them, etc. They want to figure out your language so they know how to communicate with you in the most effective way possible and be a person that understands you best. I do stare a lot! Sometimes I’ll find myself staring at a person’s hair or silhouette or jawline and then remind myself that they’re probably creeped out. Humans are just so strange, graceful, lovely, that I could stare at someone that I find really beautiful for hours. (But I’m also a visual artist.) So in summary: If a Scorpio you know stares at you a lot, they probably find you really beautiful and intriguing. :) Thank you for this ask, I hope this helps! xx

Inner Thoughts of Sarada

I like talking to Mama. She always tells me things and answers most of my questions. Sometimes, she stays quiet and tells me that she’ll tell me when I’m older. I’m not sure how much older. I am already six. That’s more than the fingers on one hand. But Mama tells me stories. She tells me about Papa and her, Team 7, her missions, her work at the hospital, when she was an apprentice under Godaime-sama, and much, much more. Mama always plays with me even when she is really busy with work and once a week, we would clean the house together as our Mama+Sarada bonding time. I think Mama just calls it that because I can reach all the small places in our house. But still, I love spending time with my Mama. 

Papa doesn’t talk much. When I ask him things, sometimes he just smiles and looks into the distance. So I take my hands and turn his head back to face me and he just says “maybe next time” as he pokes my forehead. Papa is so strange. But I love Papa because he is the one who tells me about Mama. He tells me things that Mama doesn’t know like how their first kiss was not after the war but way before then when they were Genin. We giggle about it but Mama walks in and looks at us funny so I stop giggling. Even though Papa doesn’t talk much, he would always listen to me talk and nod to show that he is paying attention. Sometimes he would grumble a little when I talk about Boruto or Inojin and once in awhile, I catch him calling uncle Naruto an idiot. But he switches topics easily and instead of talking about my friends, he lets me play with his hair and give him a new hairstyle for that day. So I clipped his hair up to the side and kiss him on the forehead.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! are you still doing the writing thingy? if so can it be "Are you flirting with me?” with malec or jimon? whichever you prefer! please and thank youu :)

Sorry for taking so long to answer! I’ve never wrote Jimon before, and I feel like I only write about Malec so why not? I just hope I don’t mess this up rip. This is based of their AU versions! Hope you like it!

Owning his own coffee shop was never part of the plan. It was probably the last thing that crossed his mind in all the years that passed; he remembered how much Alec laughed at him when he talked about the possibility of owning the shop that was now named Java Jace. To be fair, Alec was a sassy asshole, so it wasn’t really a surprise to get that reaction out of his brother.

Much to his own surprise, working there made him happy, and his siblings always got coffee cheaper than other places, so Alec didn’t laugh anymore. It was a win-win experience for the Lightwood siblings.

Had Jace to be completely honest, he was quite handsome. Girls always tried to ask him out or casually slip their numbers to him on a daily basis; Jace wasn’t all that interested. I mean, he could go out with any of those girls, but it just didn’t feel right to him.

“There you go. Thank you,” Jace said, smiling and giving the guy in front of him his change. Probably his age, the guy had brown hair and thick glasses over his face; Jace was sure his t-shirt had some kind of nerdy reference, but that wasn’t his department at all.

At this point, the client will normally walk away with their drink, but cute nerdy guy hesitated for a moment. Jace lifted an eyebrow and stood there, suddenly unsure of what to do; did he need something? Did Jace forgot something?

“I, uh…” Jace started, “is everything alright?”

“Oh, yes, sorry. I guess I was staring at you,” he replied, a nervous laugh mixing with the words. “You see, you have really pretty eyes. Heterochromia, right? Looks great on you.”

Jace opened his mouth but nothing came out. Out of all things, he wasn’t expecting this.

“Are you… are you flirting with me?” shocked. A guy never flirted with him before; it wasn’t uncomfortable just… strange.

“I guess I am,” he laughed again. Jace found his smile extremely charming. “I’m Simon. Jace, right? Can I buy you a drink sometime?”

No one was waiting in line behind Simon, but it was more than obvious that the people closer to them were paying attention to the situation. Jace was glad that Alec wasn’t around to poke fun at him for this; after all Jace never felt like a deer in the headlights before.

But being quite honest, the idea didn’t sound so bad. Simon was cute, and for the first time in many months, this felt right.

Fuck it. You only live once. He laughed a little.

“I’d love that.”

12 Things I’ve Learnt About Mental Health

First of all, I’d like to say what I’ve written here is my own personal experiences. I wish it were as simple as saying what people can do and that’d make them better, but our brain is so complex we don’t really fully understand how it works, let alone a straight up cure for anyone with a mental health problem. Mental health is complex and sadly whatever has helped me might not help you, but I think honesty about mental health is something we should strive for so as not to make society more understanding. 

I’m a studyblr and I really appreciate how receptive the community is of mental health. I see a lot of post about drinking water, doing the things you love and taking breaks to maintain your health during the stress the education system sadly brings. Whilst I think these are great, for me personally, thinking about my problems and talking about them with people have helped me so much more than anything else. So I decided to make this post to share the thoughts and realisations I’ve had that have helped me a lot.  

I’ve been very honest here and I hope everybody respects that. These are my experiences that I think may be comforting to some people.

  1. I’m never really going to get better. I used to wish I could go back to being a child when I never had any of the problems I did, but that isn’t really possible. Last year I got better with my sadness, but I started getting panic attacks every time I thought I was acting the way I used to. I was so scared to ever be shy or uncomfortable that it just made me more ill. The reality is that I may never be a ‘normal person’, but I am better than I used to be and I can see myself getting better. Recovery isn’t about becoming this perfect person, it’s about becoming a better person.
  2. People are a lot more understanding that you would expect. Whilst there is still horrible stigma and lack of understanding about mental health, there is also a lot of great people to help you. When I’ve been honest about my mental health, people have seen that I’m genuinely struggling and they’ve helped. Sometimes they go about it the wrong way, but they do generally try their best. My college, friends, partner, acquaintances have been so much better than I had ever expected.
  3. You’d also be surprised about how many people have been through what you’ve been through. I think this is why people are more understanding than I’d expect. So many people have been/are going through it themselves or supported someone who has/is and won’t judge you for it. 
  4. There is nothing wrong with being upset. During my recovery I got obsessed about needing to be happy all the time. It’s fine to be upset. Sometimes it’s fine to not be fine. Life isn’t perfect all of the time.
  5. You need to think about the bad times. If I panic, if I get upset, if I get into a state, I always think about it afterwards. Obviously there’s a line between obsessing and contemplating, but you can’t ignore it entirely. Thinking about why I panicked, what made me feel better, helps me to understand it and to handle it better in the future.
  6. Talking to people is the best possible thing. This past year I’ve had counselling and it’s helped me in so many ways. It’s the most uncomfortable thing sometimes but when you have a ‘strange’ way of thinking, someone else can easily point this out to you.
  7. You need to recognise your achievements. One thing that always comes up in counselling is that I don’t really pay attention to my achievements. I want to become more confident and assured, so I ignore when I have acted confident to focus on when I haven’t acted like that. I ignore the fact I had the courage to go to a party and focus on the fact I didn’t talk so much. When people say focus on any small achievement, they really mean it, because the things society says is small, like ordering some food, taking a long journey or going out with someone can be really big things for you personally. Achievements mean different things to different people.
    I always compare it to learning languages. To a native speaker, being able to read a letter might be easy, but to a learner, that might be a big achievement for them to do so. 
  8. Sometimes I can’t work out what’s up. I don’t have to know straight away what’s making me panic. Neither does anyone. I just need to know how to be safe and I remember that the panic doesn’t last forever.
  9. You are and you are not your illness. When I was struggling with the fact I’ll never be perfectly ‘normal’, I found it difficult that my illness might be a part of me.
    Yes, I am my illness, it dictates the way I feel, the way I think, the way I form relationships, the way I live my life. But also I am not my illness, I might have to do things differently, or put in safety plans for I have a panic attack but I can still do anything I would have done otherwise. I just need to do things differently, rather than not do things at all.
  10. Finding what calms you down helps. Earlier this year I had a panic attack during a university admissions test, I ran out of the room, leaving me alone in the middle of London with no one to help me. I ended up talking to a security guard and a builder, who showed me where the nearest coffee shop was. From that I’ve learnt that talking to people stops me from crying and panicking. 
    Since then, when i notice the panic rising, I try to distract myself from it with talking. A few weeks ago I nearly panicked, but I didn’t and I think that’s the biggest achievement I’ve had this year, more than getting into any damn university or any damn grade. 
  11. People are very self centred and this is a good thing. Because it means they don’t really care about me. When I was in high school I used to worry everyone was judging me or would talk about me all the time. Whilst occasionally something I did might come up in conversation, I’m not the top priority. Last autumn I left a party crying, whilst it was a big deal for me, for everyone else there, it was just a weird event that has happened. I cried (I cry a lot) during one of my exams and everyone else was so focused on their own exam they didn’t care.
    I find it oddly reassuring that no one cares too much, they’re not really judging me much at all. And if people don’t like you? Then it doesn’t really matter. You can be self centred too, you can ignore them.
  12. When people say it gets better they’re not joking. When I was at my worst I never believed the celebrities who said ‘it gets better’. Other people used to say that celebrities helped them to get better but that message never really got to me. A post like this wouldn’t have helped me.
    But if you’re someone who is like how I was, I’m going to repeat that to you. Because you’re trying to get better. By nature of being alive, you’re getting better. Every day you live is a day you coped with your illness, it’s a day where you have tried, even if you don’t think you have. As long as you keep trying, it’ll get better, even if you think it won’t.
    Better might not be what you think it is, but if you recognise what you have achieved, you’ll work out what ‘better’ is for you.

Thank you for reading- and for anyone struggling with mental illness who is reading this, you are so much stronger than anybody realises.


“Michelangelo was always looking for a place he might put his camera, even if we just went for a walk or to have a coffee. Sometimes it irritated me, because he wasn’t paying attention to me. His camera was his mistress, and I could never compete. Then he began losing his sight. When Michelangelo stopped looking for places to put his camera, I tried to suggest good places, but he didn’t even look. The strange thing is that now, still, I’m always looking for a place for him to put his camera. I see places and think, Michelangelo, what about this one?” - Enrica Antonioni