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When the Decepticons gained control, the high-class, the tower mechs, suddenly realized that they should have run, should have left when the fighting first started; because here are their tools and servants, baring purple badges of sharp angles, branded upon their chestplates. And they are hungry.
—  A conversation I had about the Decepticon victory in Vos.
  • Catwoman, after being chased by Batman in the Gotham universe:
  • Catwoman: Bruce?!?
  • Batman: Selina?! How did you-
  • Catwoman: Obviously Bruce, we both know you're the only person in Gotham who actually chases after me. After all this looks like I taught you well. You can actually keep up. Bravo.
  • Batman: *smiles* Some things never change
Then There’s You- An Isaac Lahey Imagine

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Summary: Isaac meets (Y/N) and takes a liking to this fiery girl.

Pairing:Isaac x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Author: @jeffdavisspawn

A/N:This is the fourth part of the Favorite Song Series! Hope you enjoy! Inspired by Charlie Puth’s | Then There’s You.

First Part-Scott McCall

Second Part-Theo Raekan

Third Part-Stiles Stilinski

Some girls walk in the room and everything remains

But when you opened up the door, my life completely changed

           You opened your eyes to the sound of voices conversing coming from downstairs. You recognized one of the voices to be your brother, Derek, but the other one sounded younger. Swinging your legs to the side of the bed, you tried to hear the second one’s heartbeat to pinpoint how heated the conversation. To confirm your initial thoughts, the conversation was very heated. Both heartbeats were increasingly faster by the second. You focused on the conversation only to pick up bits and pieces due your groggy state. Picking yourself up to your feet, you entered your bathroom. Turning on the sink, a pool of water increased size. You splashed the water on the face in an attempt to wake yourself up. In the background, you could still the angry voices and it had grown irritating. Annoyed,you stomped your feet down the spiral staircase. The two of them didn’t seem to notice the trudging footsteps for they continued they continued their heated argument.

“Derek, why are you up so early?”, you whined and rubbed your eyes.

             When you opened eyes, they landed on the second voice. A very attractive curly-haired blond adorned with piercing icy blue eyes. Both men shifted uncomfortably although the second seemed more confused.

“Who the hell is she?”, the boy questioned Derek, pointing to you. The boy was staring daggers at your brother.

“Calm down, Isaac.”

‘Isaac’, you thought ‘That’s a nice name.’

            “I’m his sister.”, you piped up, stepping off  the last steps of the staircase and walking towards Isaac. “I’m assuming Derek didn’t mention me because he, along with everyone, thought I died in Santa Monica 2 years due to a surfing accident, wasn’t it, Der?”, you offered the statement unsure of its genuinity.

“Yep. Certainly left me devastated for a long time.”,said Derek, remembering his tough time coming to grips with your death.

         “Well, sorry, big brother! Someone was being hunted by not one-not two, but three hunter trios soooo!”, you announced trying to lighten the mood. You could always do that. It was like your superpower. You could instantly sense if the situation had gone dark and recovered with laughter. You turned your attention to Isaac who was certainly taking a liking to the new Hale.

         “Anyways, I’m (Y/N) and I’m assuming you’re Isaac!”, you declared, putting a hand for Isaac to shake. Isaac take your hand and shook it gently, a grin appearing on her face.

“She’s fun, Derek, how come you never mention her?”,joked Isaac

Some girls be craving that attention to be seen

But the one I’m looking at is right in front of me

          Glancing in your long mirror, you observed your outfit for the zillionth. Flattening out your RUN DMC, you began to you’re overthinking.

          ‘It’s just school! Come on, (Y/N), you’ve frigging faced arrows and guns, but teens with lacrosse sticks and snide remarks still manage to scare you!’,you thought to yourself.

          “You ready?”, a voice startled you. Turning around, you revealed the culprit to be Isaac.

         “By ‘ready’, do you mean going back to bed and living a life without calculus homework?”,you derided, in hopes that Isaac would take mercy and let you off the hook.

         “No can do,sweetheart.”,you blushed at the nickname. “Derek’s already made me in charge of your whereabouts with school and everything.”

          There it was. Beacon Hills High. The huge school building was staring back at you. You had no idea why you were so nervous. You already knew Scott, Stiles, Allison, and Lydia. ‘Ughhhhh! Here goes nothing!’ Entering the hall, the gang soon spotted you out and guide you to your locker. You opened your locker only to see a plethora of books and a schedule. Your first class happened to be with Isaac and Scott. You all walked down the hall to get to your next class.

         A girl with brown hair and girly pink lipstick approached you and stopped right in front of you. “Hi Isaac!”, she greeted plastering an award-winning smile showcasing her perfectly white teeth. Her eyes landed on you and she scrunched her nose in disgust. “Who’s ‘RUN DMC’?”, she asked holding her hand out for effect.

“Only one of the sickest hip hop gangs.”, you stated.

“Like in the 80’s?”, she said, stifling in a giggle.

“It’s my brother’s shirt.”

        “Your brother’s shirt?”, she said shocked as if the statement was false. She started laughing.You had enough of this bitch’s attitude so you pushed your way to get to your classroom. She whined and murmured a ‘hey!’.

       “Hey!”, you declared, catching the girl’s attention. Once you did, you flipped her off and entered your class.

As Isaac and Scott walked behind you, Isaac whispered something to Scott.

“I swear I’m love with this girl.”

There’s no words to express

When you’re wearing that dress that way

         “Lydia, there is no way I’m coming out of there.”,you shouted in the dressing room at the mall.

          “Oh, come on, (Y/N)! We want to see you! I bet you look gorg!”,Lydia retorted. The entire pack was outside helping you decide on a dress for the winter ball. Huffing and gaining a titsy bit of confidence, you stepped out of dressing room.

            The dress draped over your legs partially hiding them with its soft silk material. The color matching perfectly with your eyes. You looked beautiful and Isaac certainly seemed to think so. You nervously tucked a piece of hair under your ear.

“So?”,you asked.

Isaac, straightening up and looking at you up and down.

“Got anything to say, Isaac?”,interrogated Lydia.

Isaac quickly became embarrassed and a stuttering mess

There’s no words to describe

Let me look in your eyes and say

            The winter ball was filled with teenagers dancing and making out and doing god knows what. You just arrived when Isaac instantly walked towards you and offered to dance with you.

            “Why are dancing with me? You could dancing with any of these other girls, you know, making a move.”, you giggled.

            “Well, there’s either all the girls in this school who I’m not even the least bit interested and then there’s you who I’m…highly interested in.”, he persuaded cocking his head to the side.  

“Really?”,you questioned cockily, not entirely believing his interest in you.

           “Really.”,Isaac confirmed looking into your (Y/E/C) eyes. Isaac leaned in and connected your lips pulling you into a passionate kiss.

There’s beautiful and then there’s you

Les Amis de l’aesthetic: Triumvirate edition
  • Enjolras : The first day of summer, that moment you finally make a difficult decision, writing until your hand hurts, days that pass in a blink, hair tickling your neck, eye rolls that make you dizzy, biting down in an orange, the juice running down your chin, quirked lips, eating lukewarm leftover pasta in your kitchen because you’re too lazy to wait for it to heat completely
  • Courfeyrac : Late morning sunshine, worn down converse, sound of running footsteps on wooden floors, hugs where you mush your cheeks against your friends’, pulling faces, slipping through elevator doors before they’re closed, cooled orange juice, laughing until you’re out of breath, warm skin, the smell of sunscreen
  • Combeferre : Pressing down on library books so the plastic crunches, pouring milk in coffee and stirring it hard enough to make the spoon clink against the cup, a collection of beautiful stamps, turtleneck sweaters, burning dinner because you’re distracted, flipping around your pillow to sleep on the cool side, pulling your hoodie up over your nose when you get cold 3 hours deep into midnight wikipedia browsing
The (m) INTP and INTJ Realtionship

-Instead of having arguments, we have discussions where both sides are willing to hear and listen the others argument, sometimes we are even willing to change our opinion. 

-Dates include ritual habits like going to the same place, ordering the same thing. 

-Watching the same netflix show over and over are staples to filling comfortable silences. 

-Completely comfortable being our weird selves–including making weird sounds and all.

-Conversations about warcraft, politics, pokemon, dogs, which actor is on tv, physics, chemistry, math, philosophy can happen all in 15 min.

-Wake each other up when there is a rare pokemon spawning by the house. 

-Issues with emotional and physical contact are not an issue for either. 

-Both have a high interest in learning new things, when ever one brings it up, the other agrees and it happens.

-Laying in bed all day is always going to outweigh any romantic thing either one could do for the other. 

-Sassy, punny, and sarcastic comments are a million times more interesting than with any other type. 

-All things romantic are unconventional. 

Horned Serpent Headcannons


- every single horned serpent has a little word of the day calendar that they try using except some of the words are just ridiculous

- how on earth are they suppose to use ‘slyboots’ in a normal conversation without sounding like a tool

- “what the hell is an olykoek?” “it’s a donut,” “then just say donut, ya nut”

- they get a reputation for being a little eccentric

- the common room is a mess

- books everywhere, stacks on the floor that are taller than most of the students

- a fun game is seeing how high the serpents can stack the books without them toppling over

- “my text book is there” a first year say pointing at the bottom of the stack “that’s rough buddy”

- it gets out of hand “you didn’t need to build the fucking coliseum” “i’m not done, its suppose to be the leaning tower of pisa” “shit, move over i wanna help”

- they always mean to clean the common room and sometimes they do but it only ever lasts about a week

- jokes in latin that annoy the other students “its a dead language, Paul” “yeah well you’re dead to me now” “harsh”

- they are all very dramatic

- music plays in the common room except its always changing

- opera, broad way music (mostly Hamilton) , classical, electronic pop, the amount of times ‘never gonna give you up’ has played is unsettling, pop, Christmas music in October (mainly mariah carey’s Santa Baby), the national anthem plays whenever one of the prefects try making a speech

- lip syncing competitions, the other houses are invited but they’re scared of going in

- one wampus tried visiting their tutor but ended up trapped in a net because some of the horned serpents thought the real pukwudgies were secretly stealing their stuff, but they had just been trying to turn in the over due library books

- there’s a ‘conspiracy corner’ where students can go all out “area 52 is real look i can prove it” “don’t you mean area 51″ “thats what they want you to think”

- some students come off a little pretentious but they mean well, its just everything that comes out of their mouth makes the others want to punch them in the face

- “obviously i’ll be in the top three again, but i wonder how you’ll be doing on this exam” “thanks jeff, im really glad we’re housemates too”

- over the summer the serpents text each other all the time and try to out do each other with their fancy vocabulary

- in a private chat “i don’t even know what we’re talking about anymore” “me either, just start typing random words together and act like you know what it means”

A Long Conversation - The Dark Artifices

This is the (super super adorable) extra short story that’s included in the hardback/paperback first editions of Lady Midnight!  In case you got LM on ebook or audiobook and are missing out, here it is! (it catches up with the rest of the TMI characters up to the point where they arrive at the LA Institute.)

Clary looked around the Institute’s music room with a tired but gratified smile.  It was a hot New York summer night, the windows were flung open, and Magnus had magicked up icicles that sparkled down from the ceiling and cooled the space.  The room was filled with people Clary loved and cared about, and in her personal opinion it looked pretty good, considering she’d had to race to find somewhere in the Institute they could hold a party on about twenty-four hours’ notice.

There was really no reason not to smile.

Two days previously, Simon had showed up at the Institute, breathless and wild-eyed.  Jace and Clary had been in the training room, checking in on the new Institute tutor, Beatriz Mendoza, and some of the Conclave students.

“Simon!” Clay had exclaimed.  “I didn’t know you were in town.”

Simon was a graduate of Shadowhunter Academy, Clary’s parabatai, and a Recruiter, a job created by the Consul to help replenish the diminished ranks of Shadowhunters.  When likely candidates for Ascension were found, Simon would talk to them about what it meant to become a Shadowhunter after a mundane life.  It was a job that often took him away from New York, which was its downside; in the plus column, Simon seemed to truly enjoy helping scared mundanes with the Sight feel like they weren’t truly alone.

Not that Simon looked like a dependable voice of reassurance at the moment.  He looked like a tornado had hit him.

“I just proposed to Isabelle,” he announced.

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Tips for writing dialogue
  • It doesn’t have to be complete sentences. People talk in fragments all the time, especially in response to questions. Example: “Where are you going?” The response doesn’t have to be, “I’m going to the store.” The character could say, “To the store,” or if they’re a VERY brief sort of character, they could just say “Store.” It all depends on how casual you want the conversation to sound.
  • Don’t be afraid to put some “um”s and “uh”s and “like” in your dialogue. This is another thing that people do all the time. Don’t put an “um” or other pause word in every sentence of course, but if a character is clearly unsure of something, “um” is a good choice sometimes. And they can be long and drawn out, too. “Uhhhhhhh……” is a valid piece of dialogue in some cases.
  • Use contractions. This isn’t a formal essay. People talk in contractions. I mean, unless your character is some extremely verbose and formal person. Then spell those contractions out, my dude.
  • Don’t swear too much! I know some of you might say “fuck” in every sentence you say, but for writing it just doesn’t work in most cases. There’s a lot of people who don’t swear much, and by using the fuckwords in every. piece. of dialogue you’re isolating a large portion of your audience because they just don’t talk like that. The dialogue is sort of lost on them because they can’t really identify with it and they’re distracted by the fuckwords. Swearing isn’t off limits for sure! But use it sparingly. You can create much more interesting dialogue without it most of the time.
  • Say your dialogue out loud. Sometimes things sound different in your head than they do when actually spoken. Does your dialogue sound good? Does it sound like something the character would actually say? Do you have a hard time saying it?
  • Use italics/bold sparingly. Please. Italicising every other word all the time is frankly distracting, and people just don’t talk like that. This is another thing where saying your dialogue out loud to yourself can help. Does your emphasis sound good where it is? Is that word really that important?
  • Have someone else read/listen to your dialogue. Fresh ears can help pick out the awkward places in your dialogue.
I read through our old conversations
And I remember that you’re not here
And I remember that I’m alone.
—  memories of an insomniac
me when i'm high on a newly developped special interest
  • waiter : would you like some bread with that ?
  • me : it makes me think of, when in season 1, Paige almost went out on a date with Walter but he had to cancel -probably because these characters' developpment wasn't allowing them to be together yet, but I think he would have picked a Pain de Seigle and he would have explained that his choice is nutrient related and he would've went on and teach everybody about the gluten-free mania.. Did you kno
  • waiter : *a p a t h y*
  • me : Ok. Did you know that in previous episodes, the creator of the show had planned to...