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The 3rd House of Ideas, Communication & Writing

Third House in Aries
~ Writing Style: Always an active voice, declarative statements, kernel sentences, strong verbs. Straightforwardness, creativity, imagination, challenges to be won and rules to be broken. Personal approach. Vivid imagery. 
~ Author who shares this placement: J.K. Rowling

Third House in Taurus
~ Writing Style: Observant. Realistic approach. Critical about the values around them. Focus on the tangible, physical, material. Lyrical writing. Consistent ideas, evocative characters, dealing with luxury/wealth/success/hedonism.
~ Author who shares this placement: F Scott Fitzgerald

Third House in Gemini
~Writing Style: Free verse, loose prose, accompanying & recording the self’s mind. Ambiguity. Dialects, slangs, colloquialisms- varied forms of speech. Intellectual exploration, mental bonding. Pluralist views.
~ Author who shares this placement: Walt Whitman

Third House in Cancer
~Writing Style: Inner thoughts, the Psyche. “Domestic drama”. Historical examination while sharing deep insights into human nature, almost like a psychological analysis. 
~Author who shares this placement: Leo Tolstoy

Third House in Leo
 ~Writing Style: Opinionated, straightforward, visionary. Tendency to exaggerate to make a point. Over-examination of relationships around them. Dynamic mind actively seeking to understand/explain the environment the self is inserted in.
~Author who shares this placement: Aldous Huxley

Third House in Virgo
~Writing Style: Carefully constructed string of thought. Philosophical digging accompanied by a sophisticated use of irony. Deadpan humor, factual information, methodical & long sentences.
~Author who shares this placement: Franz Kafka

Third House in Libra
~Writing Style: An emphasis on the female character. Chaste simplicity and the beauty of words stringing together. “Refined, educated, precise and intricate”. Use of interconnected ideas instead of short, simplified sentences.
~Author who shares this placement: Charlotte Bronte

Third House in Scorpio
~Writing Style: Exploration of human’s psychology- struggling, evolving, growing. The unsolved, the unknown, the unseen. Sharp remarks, a clever pace, and a focus on dark subjects such as death.
~Author who shares this placement: Agatha Christie

Third House in Sagittarius
~Writing Style: Philosophical. Mostly, rambling. Fast rhythm, with sentences rushing across the pages. Spontaneous prose. An ecstatic embrace of the world and every possibility. 
~Author who shares this placement: Jack Kerouac 

Third House in Capricorn
~Writing Style: Sad, tragic or dark themes. Structured sentences, serious tones, focusing on the struggles and challenges of life…and death. 
~Author who shares this placement: Allan Poe

Third House in Aquarius
~Writing Style: Peculiar and unique. Interesting and inventive. Odd construction of sentences. A humorous style, sometimes parodical, other times satirical. Great use of one’s ability to think outside the box.
~Author who shares this placement: Lewis Carrol

Third House in Pisces
~Writing Style: Free-flowing ideas and concepts, sometimes contradictory and confusing, other times ingenious and mind-blowing. Mostly confessions or bits of self-examination, or a cry out for the underdog.
~Author who shares this placement: Fyodor Dostoevsky

Find your 3rd house placement | by Crystal Melbourne | Within the Zodiac 

Balance is the key. In everything you do. Dance all night long and practice yoga the next day. Drink wine but don’t forget your green juice. Eat chocolate when your heart wants it and kale salad when your body needs it. Embrace all sides of who you are. Be brave, bold, spontaneous and loud and let that complement your abilities to find silence, patience, modesty and peace. Make your own rules and follow your own path and don’t let anybody tell you how to live according to theirs.
—  Rachel Brathen
BTS reacting to their S/O liking skinship.

//taekook-kookies: Hey! Can I have a BTS reaction to you loving to cuddle and skinship in general please?? Thank you love~💜//

Kim Namjoon:
He’d take advantage of it whenever he can because your moments alone together are very rare these days and he’d love to be close to you every minute of the day. He wouldn’t much mind spending the entire day in bed, cuddling as long as it meant being with you. 

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Kim Seokjin:
He’d absolutely love to shower you in affection because it meant that you needed him. He’d giggle silently whenever you embrace him in a hug because he finds your reaction absolutely adorable. 

Originally posted by syubbie

Min Yoongi:
Yoongi would tease you with it whenever he gets the chance to because he loves to see you get slightly annoyed whenever he refuses your cuddles. When he gives into you, he’d secretly love the intimacy and affection he can give you. 

Originally posted by chunghakim

Jung Hoseok:
Hoseok, being much of a cuddle bug himself, would never be able to take his hands off you for more than two hours. You’d practically be all over each other all the time and being as close as possible. He’d really appreciate those days you spend cuddled up on the couch together while talking about your plans for the week. 

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Park Jimin:
He would love to cuddle you all through the day whenever you get the chance to because it’s something you rarely get to do but he’d still be thankful if you’d give him a bit of space every once in a while so he can breathe and enjoy the intimiacy even more. 

Originally posted by beui

Kim Taehyung:
Taehyung would try to give you as much attention and affection as he possible can but at the same time not bury you in it. He’d adore you for being so affectionate towards him and that you only ever want attention from him and not anyone else. 

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Jeon Jungkook:
He’d find your constant desire for love and skinship absolutely adorable and it would be one of your trades that made him fall for you. 
He’d love being the person you turn to whenever you need hugs and his heart would melt whenever you spontaneously embraced him in a back hug and not letting go until he practically begs you. 

Originally posted by jkguks


The Signs as Fleetwood Mac Songs
  • Aries: "Tusk" - like Aries, this song is forceful and dynamic. The song has an objective and asserts itself with raw, unbending power that might seem obnoxious to some and immensely attractive to others.
  • Taurus: "Gold Dust Woman" - firm, uncompromising, and powerful, this song, like Taurus, hammers home its message with blunt intensity. It tramples on the bullshit of its intended audience but not unjustly.
  • Gemini: "Gypsy" - fun, quirky, and a party favorite. "Gypsy," like Gemini, embraces the spontaneity of fleeting social encounters but shies away from emotional depth at first glance. No one really understand you or this song, but we love you nonetheless.
  • Cancer: "Landslide" - deeply sentimental, this song focuses on the subject of change. Like Cancer, it expresses deep emotional ties to the world around it even as it struggles to understand itself in relation to an impermanent reality
  • Leo: "Go Your Own Way" - well-known and well-loved, Leo, like this song, puts itself on a pedestal. Fun and playful, this song is about giving a big "f*** you!" to those who felt they could do better. Reality was you were too good for them. You go Leo.
  • Virgo: "The Chain" - written by all five members, this song focuses on the brutal practicality of unity. Virgos can relate to this song as they often sacrifice emotion or the sake of fact and practical reason which can lead to tense social relations.
  • Libra: "Seven Wonders" - though you might not be the next Supreme, "Seven Wonders" is a light and flirtacious song that captures Libra's appreciation for aesthetic beauty, no matter how permanent or transient.
  • Scorpio: "Rhiannon" - the song about an old Welsh witch captures Scorpio's tendency to play aloof and yet harbor intense emotions. Like Rhiannon, you may hurt people or push them away to protect yourself, but you ultimately want to be loved.
  • Sagittarius: "Don't Stop" - adventurous and optimistic, "Don't Stop" embodies Sagittarius' tendency toward social engagement and worldly ambition. Like this song, Sagittarius' is future-oriented and chooses to focus on the road ahead despite the past and present.
  • Capricorn: "Dreams" - despite the somewhat cosmic nature of the music, "Dreams" offers a sober understanding of relationships to which practical Capricorn can relate. This type of post-breakup clarity is one that is derived from Capricorn's logical way of looking at the world.
  • Aquarius: "Everywhere" - light-hearted, self-aware, and a little spacey; "Everywhere" defines Aquarius' inner conflict between desire for detachment and intellectual/emotional investment in other people
  • Pisces: "Silver Springs" - intense, dualistic, emotional, and deeply spiritual; this song embodies Pisces' affinity for both mysticism and complex feelings. This song is a reminder to never underestimate the depth of a Pisces' emotions.

“I feel prematurely old. I’m actually having this major belated quarter-life crisis.
I’m turning 30 in a couple of weeks. I’ve been thinking a lot about mortality.
A lot about what I’m going to do with my life and how to enjoy it.
One of the things I’m going to work on is being more spontaneous,
letting go, embracing the beauty of come-what-may.”

Chris Pine

anonymous asked:

What do you know about Georges Washington de Lafayette

All sources from Lafayette by Harlow Giles Unger: 

Georges Washington de Lafayette was born on December 24th, 1779. Adrienne wrote to her husband rather icily at his army camp. She offered sarcastic recognition of her husband’s many responsibilities in the military, she scolded him or not being with her and their new child. The baby’s full name wsa Georges Louis Gilbert Washington de Motier Marquis de Lafayette, he would always call himself George Washington Lafayette. The one he was named after, George Washington, became his godfather.

May 1781, Adrienne wrote that Georges “nearly died teething” and left her “weakened by anxieties”. During Gilbert de Lafayette’s second-to-last visit to America in 1784-1785, his returning ship ran aground and repairs delayed his departure home for a week. General Greene and Henry Knox had come to see him off, and the three spent long hours together reminiscing with Alexander Hamilton. Lafayette urged Greene, Hamilton and Knox to send their boys to him in Paris for several years of European education. He promised in turn, he would send his own boy, George Washington to them. Lafayette said he wanted his son educated at Harvard.

Unlike other European parents, Adrienne and Gilbert did not keep their children at a distance with tutors; they adored their children openly, embraced them spontaneously and showed them off to all their guests. Benjamin Franklin listened with a smile as seven-year-old Anastasie and five-year-old George sang children’s songs in English. Georges used to also help his father attach his sheathed sword and other military trappings.

When Georges was ten years old, one guard unit sought to make him an honorary second lieutenant, his father turned the honor into theater: “Gentlemen,” he proclaimed to the assembled militiamen, “my son is no longer mine; he belongs to you and to our nation.”–and the troops roared as Georges stepped forward and stood at attention in his snappy-looking new uniform in the Paris guards. Felix Frestel was his tutor, starting when he was eleven years of age; he was a principal of the College de Plessis, his father’s secondary school, the Lafayettes retained him to tutor their son privately until he was old enough to enroll in classes.

During the Reign of Terror, while Gilbert de Lafayette was in prison and Adrienne was just being arrested. The police nearly to their home, Adrienne ordered a governess to flee with ten year old Virginie to a nearby farmer’s house, while thirteen year old Georges and his tutor Frestel rushed into the woods and fifteen year old Anastasie hid in a secret in cubby in one of the towers. Unaware of her husband’s fate, Adrienne (on house arrest) grew fearful for the survival her only son–the only person who could inherit his father’s name and fortune. Every once and a while, Frestel would descend from the mountain hideaway late at night and report on her son’s health and his future. They agreed on a plan to obtain a false license and passport as a merchant and go to the port at Bordeaux with Georges, who would feign the role of his apprentice.

When Adrienne was released by Elizabeth Monroe’s manipulation, James and Elizabeth Monroe both aided Adrienne in acquiring a fake passport, ID and changed Georges name in order for him to be able to travel to the United States undeterred. Monroe obtained government counterstamps on their passports for them to go to America, with the boy traveling as “George Motier.” Adrienne gave Frestel a letter for president Washington written in French, which she hoped the American president would be able to read and understand:

[Translated French-English] “Sir, I send you my son… It is deep and sincere confidence that I entrust this dear child to the protection of the United States (which he had long regarded as his second country and which I have long regarded as our sanctuary), and to the particular protection of their president, whose feelings towards the boy’s father I well know. The bearer of this latter, sir, has, during our troubles, been our support, our resource, our consolation, my son’s guide. I want him to continue in that role… I want them to remain inseparable until the day we have the joy of reuniting in the land of liberty. I owe my own life and those of my children to this man’s generous attention… My wish is for my son to live in obscurity in America; that he resume the studies that three years of misfortune have interrupted, and that far from lands that might crush his spirit or arouse his violent indignation, he can work to fulfill the responsibilities of a citizen of the United States… I will say nothing here about my own circumstances, nor those of one for whom I feel far greater concern than I do for myself. I leave it to the friend who will present this letter to you to express the feelings of a heart which has suffered too much to be conscious of anything but gratitude, of which I owe much to Mr. Monroe… I beg you, Monsieur Washington, to accept my deepest sense of obligation, confidence, respect and devotion.”

At Olmutz prison, Adrienne coaxed the prison commander to let her write to specific family members, whom she had identified with each letter obtain approval. He read every word she wrote and rejected a letter written to her son. The received occasional news from the outside, the rest of the Lafayette family heard Georges arrived safely in Boston in September of 1795. Adrienne did not know was that her son’s arrival plunged his godfather, the American president, into a potentially embarrassing political and diplomatic situation that posed dangers to the Lafayette family. George Washington was unable to publicly offered sanctuary to Georges in the America because the French might consider it a threat to their neutrality. Washington decided to leave the boy in New England until the government recessed later in the year and he could move to Mount Vernon. Washington asked Massachusetts senator George Cabot to enroll young Lafayette incognito at Harvard college, “the expense of which as also of every other means for his support, I will pay.” Washington also wrote to his godson: “to begin to fulfill my role of father, I advise you to apply yourself seriously to your studies. Your youth should be usefully employed, in order that you may deserve in all respects to be considered as the worthy son of your illustrious father.”

In America, Georges studied at Harvard, was a house guest of George Washington at the presidential mansion in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and at the Washington family home in Mount Vernon, Virginia. Young Lafayette chose to make his way to New York where he waited in hopes to join Washington in Philadelphia and lived with the Washington’s for the next two years. He also stayed with Alexander Hamilton in his New York home.

The Lafayette family, Georges’s two sisters, his mother and his father were released from prison in 1797, but it wasn’t until 1798 that Georges was able to return to France. In February, on a sunny day, Georges–who had just turned nineteen–arrived back in Europe to the embrace of his family; he also brought with him a letter from George Washington. His father had not seen him in six years. Initially at Cambridge, then a few weeks with Alexander Hamilton in New York, before going to the Washingtons in Mount Vernon after the president’s retirement. On his return to France, George first went to Paris, where he found only blackened stone shell of his beautiful boyhood home on the rue de Bourbon. George’s arrival in Holstein revived the spirits of all exiled families.

“He is perfect physically: tall, with a noble and charming face. His temperament is all that we could wish is all that we could wish. He had the same kind heart that you remember, and his mind is far more mature than is usual for his age.” Lafayette wrote to his Aunt. Virginie wrote to her as well, “My brother is grown so tall, that when he arrived we could scarcely recognize him, but we have found all those qualities in him that we always knew. He is just as good a brother as he was at Chavaniac. He is so like Papa that people in the streets can see immediately that his his son.” While attempting to retain the family land that the Lafayette’s lost when it was all confiscated, Adrienne returned to Paris for a second time to try at negotiation–this time she brought Georges with her, who, she believed might intimidate government clerks more than Virginie.

Georges also was a prod at his father, who was writing his Memoires and who would grow impatient when Georges wasn’t there to coax him to write it. Mid-1799, Gilbert grew impatient with Adrienne’s constant absences, “It is two years today, dear Adrienne, since we left the prison to which you came, bringing me consolation and life… How can we arrange our spending the winter together?”

In the Spring of 1802, George Washington de Lafayette married Emilie de Tracy, the daughter of Destutt de Tracy, a renowned philosopher who had served in the Constituent Assembly with Lafayette and as a cavalry commander under him at the frontier in 1792, just before Lafayette fled France. Pere Carrichon, the priest who had blessed three of Adrienne’s family members as they marched up to the guillotine, performed the ceremony. After the wedding, the Lafayette’s and the de Tracy’s went south together for a long visit to the Chavaniac–”to share our new found happiness with our old aunt, who still had all her faculties,” according to Virginie.

Italy rebelled against French rule and Georges and his brother-in-law were called to military service. His mother and his father were responsible for caring for his wife, she had just given birth to a little baby girl. He served as a second lieutenant in the French Army under Napoleon Emperor Napoleon blocked every promotion for Gilbert’s son and sons-in-law, prevented them from ranking up in the army despite the highest recommendations of their commanders. During one battle, George suffered a minor wound saving the life of General Grouchy to whom he was an aide-de-comp for and had given up his horse for during battle.

1805, Russia and Austria joined Britain in a new coalition against France, but French armies swept northward through Austria and crushed a combined Austro-Russian army at the decisive battle of Austerlitz in Moravia (now eastern Czech Republic). Two days later Austria sued for peace, and the Russian army limped home to Mother Russia to lick its wounds. In 1806, Napoleon destroyed the Prussian army at Lena and extended the French empire eastward to Warsaw. With peace at hand, with no chance for promotion, and with their military commitments complete, Georges Washington and his two brother-in-laws resigned their commissions. Although his father grumbled at the emperor’s pettiness, Adrienne rejoiced to have the boys home safely; she wanted no more knights in the family and reveled in the presence of the three young couples and their children, all of whom made La Grange their permanent home.  

August 1807, Georges and his father went to visit the elder Lafayette’s Aunt Charlotte and inspect the Chavaniac properties. In their absence, Adrienne developed terrible pains and high fever; she began vomiting uncontrollably, unable to retain any food or liquid. They moved near Paris and Lafayette and George raced up from Chavaniac from La Grange. Both refusing to leave her bedside.

In March 1814, George introduced his father to the young duc d’Orleans. 1821, they both returned to their home on the rue d’Anjou. In his father’s later years Georges was always hovering at his side. Georges helped him with his Memoires and his voluminous correspondence. At six each evening, the courtyard bell sounded dinner, and as many as thirty people poured into the huge dining room–Lafayette’s children and grandchildren. Virginie and Anastasie sat opposite their father as hostesses, Georges always sat beside him. 1820, thirty nine year old Georges and Lafayette organized a group of young liberals into a new political club, Les Amis de la Liberte de la Presse. In the Autumn of 1821, King Louis XVIII posted spies outside La Grange, considering arresting Lafayette and Georges.

On Gilbert de Lafayette’s last trip to America, Georges accompanied him. “My brave light infantry!” his father cried out once, “That is exactly how their uniforms looked. What courage! How I loved them!” In an accident, a boat they were taking sunk and they were assured into lifeboats and rowed to shore. At bunker hill, Lafayette gathered soil from the ground, placing it into a tiny flask and told Georges to sprinkle the soil across his grave when he passed so that he would be apart of two countries when he was buried. Throughout most of the trip, he stayed close company with his father’s secretary, Auguste Levasseur. They visited Mount Vernon again and Georges got to meet Thomas Jefferson at Monticello. 1826, Lafayette and his son thought of America and sailed away towards home.

In 1832, Lafayette sent Georges back to La Grange to help Anastasie and Virginie cope with the needs of the family and the villagers,while he remained in Paris to help the government deal with the emergency. During the battle of the Bastille, Georges managed to hustle his father from the fighting and blood. After the death of his father, Georges Washington covered his father’s coffin with the dirt they gathered at bunker hill.

Georges Washington de Lafayette had five children total with his wife, Emilie de Tracy:

Oscar Thomas Gilbert Motier de Lafayette (1815–1881) was educated at the École Polytechnique and served as an artillery officer in Algeria. He entered the Chamber of Deputies in 1846 and voted with the extreme Left. After the revolution of 1848, he received a post in the provisional government; as a member of the Constituent Assembly, he became secretary of the war committee. After the dissolution of the Legislative Assembly in 1851, he retired from public life, but emerged on the establishment of the third republic, becoming a life senator in 1875.

Edmond Motier de Lafayette (1818–1890) shared his brother’s political opinions and was one of the secretaries of the Constituent Assembly and a member of the senate from 1876 to 1888.

Natalie de Lafayette who married Adolphe Périer, a banker and nephew of Casimir Pierre Périer.

Matilde de Lafayette who married Maurice de Pusy (1799–1864, son of Jean-Xavier Bureau de Pusy).

Clementine de Lafayette who married Gustave de Beaumont.

None can direct agnatic claim to the Lafayette name. It disappeared after Georges sons both died before having a male son. He spent the remaining years immediately following his father’s death organizing Lafayette’s letters, speeches and papers and compiling together his Memoires and more of his writing which was published in a six volumes in Paris in 1837-1838 he retained is seat in the Chamber of Deputies until the summer of 1849, remaining a loyal member of the ultra liberal minority his father had organized to oppose the restrictive dicta of King Louis Philippe. He lived to see the third French revolution of his life in 1848. 1848, Georges won reelection to his old seat in the Chamber of Deputies, but he failed to win the following year. He died in November 1849, never achieving the celebrity of his father.

anonymous asked:

Companions react to finding out SS is a virgin, then how they'd give them a special first time.

Okay, so this one has been a popular request, another anon asked how they’d comfort Sole so I’ll also include that. For the sake of the ask Sole is definitely a virgin in this scenario. Get ready for some awkward (maybe hot?) first time stuff!

Let us sin.

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december warmth

for christina, @chessireneko! <3
i hope you like it, bc i love Jae and i know you love Jae! hopefully this makes you smile. I think it’s cute, especially as my first written piece for a member of day6. ^^”

merry christmas, lovely! <3

members: Jae (Day6) x Reader
genre: fluff, maybe, hopefully
summary: you and Jae take a break from college to find yourselves on a road trip. this is just a simply, soft story. hopefully you find it sweet and endearing. critiques + thoughts are always welcomed.
count: 2,283


The cool December air nips at your nose, a dark red beanie hugs your head in warmth as you hide the rest of your face behind the over-sized scarf wrapped around you. The winter always leaves you shivering in its bitter and frozen air, but despite that, you had the greatest love and admiration for this season.

A light blanket of snow sticks to the ground in front of you, painting your college campus a beautifully soft winter wonderland. Standing outside your college’s fine arts building, you take in the beauty of the snow-covered courtyard, getting lost in the the scenery. 

“Y/N!” A voice calls out, breaking you away from your admiration.

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Part 1: Watch Your Symptoms

It’s been said that writers should know everything about every character that’s portrayed in any way in order to make them round and complex. Unfortunately, this mentality can produce an obsessive worry in some writers that they don’t know enough about their world, their characters, their anything. They go back to the metaphorical (or literal) drawing board to create entire characters, sometimes diving in so far as to create whole cultures just for the sake of a side character. The mentality of knowing everything about every character can sometimes lead to advanced cases of world-builder’s disease.

(opinion alert) One famous sufferer from world-builder’s disease was the great J.R.R. Tolkien himself. If you’ve spent any kind of time around my blog, you know I don’t play around with Middle Earth, and you know my adoration of the world and characters. I recognize the work he’s done and the detail he’s added to the books and essays surrounding his world, but I also recognize that it’s sometimes a bit too much. Sometimes, even Tolkien himself gets out of hand. Obviously this shows that world-builder’s disease won’t cripple a writer’s chance of publication (if that’s your goal), but I believe that prose can always be stronger once the writer recognizes their burgeoning case of world-builder’s disease. So what is it?

World-Builder’s Syndrome/Disease

In which a writer gets so caught up in the intricate inner workings of a world that the story is never actually written.

I call this Strain A of world-builder’s disease. It’s the more severe variety in which the story never actually gets told because the writer’s so wrapped up in trying to cover all their bases. The thought behind the mentality is that the writer wants to have all the pieces already laid out for them to reference when they actually get started. The problem is that worlds and cultures and architecture and characters are all interconnected. There are thousands (probably more accurately trillions) of tiny pieces of data that depend on each other to create the web of the world. Even writing modern stories set somewhere on this Earth in our own timeline requires all kinds of tiny details. Strain A’s most detrimental side-effect is that the writer has very little by way of completed text to show for their work. Yes, they have piles and piles of notebooks and maps, but where’s the story?

Treatment: Unfortunately, there’s not very many techniques to get a writer out of this mentality. Eventually, the story must simply be written. Recognize that it’s something you struggle with, realize that all you have is a multitude of notes, and start writing. That’s it. That’s all you can do. Your anxiety that you aren’t prepared may skyrocket, but hopefully once you settle in to the story, that’ll level out. Be careful, though. Sufferers of Strain A world-builder’s disease are particularly prone to falling ill of Strain B world-builder’s disease.

In which a writer gets so caught up in the intricate inner workings of a world that they flood the story with the details.

Strain B is what I call this just-as-bad variant of the dreaded world-builder’s disease. Very original, I know. I think the distinction between the two of these strains is very important. The story of a writer with Strain A never gets written, but at least Stain B sufferers manage to get some of their story down. Too bad the story is bogged down with all kinds of detail and data pieces that aren’t always needed simply because the writer is excited that they know them. They want to share! They want to show all that hard world-building work they’ve done! It’s commendable, but often the prose turns out to be bogged down and littered with little things that–while adding texture to the world–are unimportant to the story’s plot and character development at large.

Treatment: It’s impossible to treat world-builder’s disease without first recognizing that it’s a problem. Writers have to first realize that while, yes, all the planning is a form of research, it eventually turns into the most absorbing and fulfilling form of procrastination. It’s impossible to know every single detail about the story’s world. And to be frank, how much of that do you really need? Embrace the spontaneity of writing. Sometimes sufferers of Strain B world-builder’s disease will write along and come up against a detail they don’t know. The writer will stop, back away from the piece, and turn to developing the entirety of whatever they decided they needed. This can be a productive technique when handled carefully. It’s important not to dwell too long on creating those little details. Sometimes simply inserting something logical for a detail and continuing to write without breaking stride too much works just fine.

If you’re planning on employing this to break your wold-builder’s disease, it may help your anxiety to track some of those spontaneous choices in a document separate from your story. Make note of what detail you added (ex. Cyrian’s cousin Banys once had a pet iguana), in what context it was put (ex. iguana mentioned in casual conversation), and if you’re really dedicated to a character timeline note where/when in your story it occurred (ex. previous to the second invasion).

(do you struggle with world-builder’s disease? how do you deal with it? are you still struggling to get out of your planning phase? I’m always here to help.)

Part 2 will delve into which characters should be filled out, which can be sketched, and further more which need only the barest of notice.

anonymous asked:

[commander-cullywully. tumblr. com/post/134151183017/otp-question-meme] can you do all of this to CodyWan? We already know some answers from your fics, but may be when you'll have nothing to do)

  1. Who is the most affectionate?
    Obi-Wan, though neither of them are very demonstrative in public. Cody’s very happy to be on the receiving end of Obi-Wan’s tendency to cling.

  2. Big spoon/Little spoon?
    Big = Cody, little = Obi

  3. Most common argument?
    In canon, I am very much in agreement with the “Will you just WEAR ARMOR FOR FUCK’S SAKE” thing that Cody definitely has going on.

  4. Favorite non-sexual activity?
    Modern-day AU: cooking at home. Canon era: joint meditation or quiet moments when they’re wrapping up their administrative work for the battalion on their way back from the front.

  5. Who is most likely to carry the other?
    Cody has probably developed a surefire technique for throwing his general over his shoulder and hightailing it the fuck out of the latest battlefield explosion. The times when Obi-Wan is still conscious are actually kind of fun. When he’s not conscious, not so much.

  6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?
    For Cody, Obi-Wan’s build, because the difference between them is distinct enough that it’s noticeable and perfect for cuddling purposes; for Obi-Wan, Cody’s hair, because it’s perfect for getting his hands into it.

  7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?
    Their professional relationship becoming purely professional; whereas beforehand it had been gently teasing (on Obi-Wan’s part) or accommodating (on Cody’s), now that they actually have a romantic outlet it means there’s a stricter barrier between work and play.

  8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?
    None. Obi-Wan has too much respect for Cody’s name, and Cody too much respect for Obi-Wan’s rank. (That being said, in my modern AU fics I have a tendency for Cody to call Obi-Wan ‘babe’ and you will pry that from my cold dead hands.)

  9. Who worries the most?
    Cody, but only because Obi-Wan has strenuously made sure he doesn’t worry about anything too much - he wouldn’t be able to function otherwise.

  10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?
    Obi-Wan remembers what Cody likes; Cody is easy-going enough that he doesn’t really realize he has a routine until Obi points it out to him. 

  11. Who tops?

  12. Who initiates kisses?
    A fairly even split, I think.

  13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?
    Obi-Wan, on the battlefield, because it’s the quickest way to get Cody out of the path of a blaster bolt.

  14. Who kisses the hardest?
    Cody because he knows Obi-Wan can take it, or will match him.

  15. Who wakes up first?
    Cody, because his body clock will never ever get deprogrammed.

  16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?
    Obi-Wan, Creature of the Quilt Lagoon. Extracting him is a chore.

  17. Who says I love you first?
    Cody, not expecting (or perhaps even needing) a reply.

  18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)
    I’m not sure I can see either of them doing this - though they would definitely be able to put layers of meaning into their GAR communiques without anyone else noticing. 

  19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?
    Given their company, it’s not so much a matter of telling people as it is every little nosy shit in their lives (i.e. everyone) poking and prodding and being suspicious of their happiness until they figure it out. *G*

  20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?
    Rex et al will not shut up about it. Cody is very glad he has had the most rigorous anti-interrogation training the Kaminoans can devise. The Jedi, for the most part, don’t quite understand it, but trust Obi-Wan to make his own decisions.

  21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?
    Obi-Wan is very touchy-feely when tipsy. Things kind of go from there. (Oh man what if they were like that scene between Gaby and Ilya in Man from U.N.C.L.E. ahhHHHH)

  22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?
    Either of them; they’re both dedicated to a certain idea of process and enjoyment of a task which makes them pretty good at following recipes or keeping a home.

  23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?
    Obi-Wan, but with that combination smirk-twinkle-giggle thing he’s got going on they somehow work. Or at least, Cody appreciates them.

  24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?
    Cody, actually, says them into Obi-Wan’s ear. Because he’s got the better poker face, and it’s high entertainment to watch Obi-Wan try (and fail) to not crack.

  25. Who needs more assurance?
    Obi-Wan. After a while, Cody starts to realize that he’s the only one whose platitudes Obi-Wan seems to actually believe.

  26. What would be their theme song?
    Because @swdomesticverse actually made me write a fic featuring it - John Legend’s ‘All of Me.’ *G*

  27. Who would sing to their child back to sleep?
    Either/both; Cody judiciously modifies his more filthy barrack songs and Obi-Wan has a surprising talent for lullabies.

  28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?
    Be patient. They’ve been through enough in the war to drum them out of habit and to accept, if not embrace, spontaneity. They’ll take their next meeting as and when they can. 

  29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart
    ….headcanon? Have you seen their canon? Well, okay, here’s one that I’m actually in the middle of writing: the chip doesn’t just enforce obedience, it represses memory. It takes until Cody finds his way to a back-alley surgeon to even remember what it was he and Obi-Wan were to each other. 

  30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it
    I.e. basically everything I ever write? *s* Cody finds his way to Tatooine. Doesn’t matter how long it takes, or what shape he’s in when he gets there: Tatooine, as it turns out, is a place where anyone can rediscover personhood, and he does. He refuses to have it any other way.

thevirgo-deactivated20170515  asked:

another astrology thing- can you explain to me at all how Clarice Lispector is a sagittarius?! I was so surprised that's her sign

Haha well I guess you need to observe the flow – observe her thought transitions; how she bounces from one sensation to another and then the climax being brought forth with aggression and perfect articulatory absolution. It’s there and it is fire plus she does the classic Sagittarian thing of “cleverly” laying her paradoxes on the table, as if she’s briefly willing to shed mysticism off, and then she philosophically stretches above them, very thoroughly and esoterically but also while imposing control, control, control. It’s not calculating control though; it’s crushing the limits with austerity / spontaneity and embracing moments of truth. It’s free-falling, but it’s orderly. With Clarice…you’ll see – she doesn’t let her guard down. It’s like…she sets the trap but then she forgets she has set it. She doesn’t set it so that the readership falls in it, it’s not goal-driven or purposeful; she sets it simply because she can and will set it, it’s in her disposition as an author. She holds the personal dear but she fights for totality in writing; she worships the universality of sensation. Passionate subjectivity, sure, but never quite personal. She’s tricky, very edgy, tiptoes on “false” but is enigmatically real nonetheless and I honestly think Sagittarius makes sense for her, yes.

If I hold her in my arms now, it will be a premeditated gesture, calculated, without spontaneity. I’m going to embrace her, not because I have any desire to, but because I feel that it’s necessary. I don’t feel any emotion.

In which Geralt understands me on a deep and fundamental level. 

anonymous asked:

what line in the tfa book is everyone obsessed with??

You mean the scene with Poe and Rey?
It’s the cutteeeee scene where they first met in the end of the book :)

Cheers and spontaneous embraces filled the room with so much joy that no one paid any attention to who was hugging what representative of whichever species. Rey and Poe were not excluded, though their sudden, tight clinch of shared excitement led to a moment of mutual awkwardness.

“Uh, hi,” the pilot mumbled. “I’m Poe.”

She nodded slowly, searching his face and finding that she liked it. “I recognize the name. So you’re Poe. Poe Dameron, the X-wing pilot. I’m Rey.”

“I know.” He smiled back, a little more at ease. “Nice to meet you.”

AND there is the same scene in junior novel by Michael Kogge but there you can find one more line which I think is important:

They traded smiles. Poe had a feeling their paths would soon cross again.

And you should check out this, our gorgeous @milady-666 drew that moment and we are soOOOO THANKFUL!   

That’s all. 

anonymous asked:

Your work is absolutely wonderful! Could I get something with Bluestreak, Tarn, and Nightbeat with their s/o trying to get them to dance with them.

Thanks! :) This is a pretty cute request, hope you like it! 

  • Bluestreak takes a little bit of encouragement because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you. But being the ship’s entertainments officer and your boyfriend, he’s always up for a little fun, especially if it makes you happy. He loosens up considerably on the dance floor with you and chats away as you two dance together.
  • This dork spends way too much time watching human television and probably tries to copy stuff he learned on dancing shows. As a result, most of his dance moves are derived from human culture and you’ll probably recognize his lame attempts to copy them.
  • He doesn’t take himself too seriously when dancing with you and there are plenty of giggles from you guys. He’s a huge bundle of energy and will want to twirl/spin you and will playfully steal kisses from you. You’re just a cutie when you’re dancing away..

  • Tarn doesn’t even hesitate when you ask and bows before sweeping you away to an open space. He asks why you wanted to dance with him all of sudden, not that he’s complaining. He doesn’t get to spend as much time with you as he’d like, so he’s content to indulge you. Because of this, he dances really slowly with you and sets a relaxed pace.
  • He prefers a Cybertronian dancing style that was popular with the upper castes before the war. It is highly coordinated, smooth, and makes use of the bot’s alt-mode (he’ll take any excuse to transform). However, his heavy frame type and the fact that you’re human means it doesn’t work well, so he settles for generic slow dancing.
  • He’s very dominant and will always be the one leading. He also enjoys spontaneously dipping, twirling, and embracing you. Like Bluestreak, he’s pretty chill and will make casual conversation, but he can get very teasingly romantic all of a sudden.

  • Nightbeat honestly will not want to dance. At all. He’ll make half-hearted excuses to avoid having to do it and instead asks if you want to sit around with him. It’s near impossible to get him to dance in a public setting. In private, he’s a bit more open to it, but it still takes a huge amount of pleading. He likes watching you dance though.
  • If you actually convince him to dance with you, he’s completely perplexed. He doesn’t know what to do and it makes no sense to him. He has no preferred dancing style because he’s so clueless, but does favor anything that isn’t too energetic.
  • You’re completely in charge this time around and he’ll follow your lead. He’ll complain a lot at first, but after a while he grows kind of quiet and settles for watching you as you pull him along. You can catch him smirking at you from time to time. Really, the ultimate mystery in his eyes is how a sweetspark like you could put up with a bot like him.

Every generation confronts something the generation before them did not.

My generation will face the undefined parameters of our culture and our future. We are confronted with the idea that individual rights are more important than the common good. Past generations had their roles defined, stigmas attached, and conformity as the norm. The ideals placed on my generation are limitless. The ethics held by my generation are undefined. Our identities no longer unified as those in past generations.

They say my generation has lost the meaning of communication and community, we’ve become lethargic and passive.

Perhaps we’ve lost the meaning of communication, but we make the conversations we have priceless. Putting our community first may not be the most important thing as it was before, but we accept our community for who they are. My generation is becoming warriors of social equality. The only things we’re passive about is the idea that different is bad.

My generation is impartial to other’s opinion.

Unlike our predecessors, we are more socially tolerant. We’re not as likely to criticize someone who is different. Although there are some who don’t fit this mold, the majority do. The ones that criticize and ostracize are of the previous generations or were taught by the flawed themselves. Not to say we’re disinterested, we’re open-minded and objective. We’re not afraid to admit our faults.

My generation may be less likely to change an individual country, but expression is key and we’ll change the world.

My generation isn’t as stubborn and formal. My generation does not fear spontaneity and we embrace people who are different. We’re do not shy away from things that are foreign and will fight to understand all the things that are new. We live in an era of social tolerance. People in my generation are being heard, understood, and making their mark.

My generation will change the world for humanity and the individual.

We’ll make progress in equality. My generation will step away from the roles and labels that plagued the generations before mine. We may become languid to everyday matters, but we’ll fight for things that challenge individuality. My generation will create a future that does not judge based on race, gender, religion, or other means of discrimination.

My culture is undefined by my peers and generations before me. 

Our predecessors may see this as our greatest weakness, the flaw that brings the foundation tumbling down. But the lack of definition and social limitations will open up a future that is moldable and better for all. It’s up to my generation to create a society that they want to live in, that’s better for their children.

My generation will create a world that allows the individual the decision to be who they are.

My generation won’t be carbon copies of their neighbors and fear the unknown. My generation will not be formed into what society believes they should be. We will not be the generation that causes bigotry against those different than the norm.

My generation’s future is undefined, and what previous generations see as our greatest weakness will be our greatest strength.

And all those who doubt my generation can just fucking watch us.

—  KJS // A modification of an essay I wrote for a class a few years ago. 

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly do a coldflashwave fic with fem Barry please :) possibly featuring over protective Joe.

Also featuring extremely drunk!Barry.

Ao3 link


“You’re incredibly hot,” Barry tells Snart, just to see what happens.

“Actually, that’s my partner,” he replies automatically, then stops and turns to stare disbelievingly at her.

Barry is grinning. Okay, maybe flushing a bit, but whatever. He’d still totally gone for the pun, just like she’d thought he would. He is such a dweeb.

“You’re very hot too,” she tells Heatwave, who was sitting next to Snart and who had turned to stare at her. “I don’t want you to feel left out. I’m very equal opportunity.” She sighs. “Not equal opportunity enough, in the last few months. I mean, the equal is still there, but the opportunities are seriously lacking…”

“Um,” Snart says.

Heatwave eyes his partner. “Not like you to be discombobulated by a pretty girl,” he teases. “Last time that happened, it was –” he pauses, then eyes her.

“Uh, Mick…” Snart starts.

“It doesn’t sound as nice to say someone is cool when you mean to say they’re hot,” Barry muses, noticing absently that she was swaying gently from side to side. “It’s, like, totally different meanings. How do you guys keep it straight?” She snickers. “Or not straight. Are you guys straight? You don’t seem straight. Is that rude to say?”

“Wait. Is this her?!” Heatwave says.

“I don’t suppose you’ve ever heard of discretion?” Snart asks Barry with a sigh.

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anonymous asked:

Hello!!! I would like to request the Karasuno boys' reactions to their s/o surprising them by wearing a jersey of their respective team number and surname to a match! :3c

Hello!! I really liked this ask. It was super cute and I just love writing for my crow children Karasuno ~ Admin Megwara

“HOLY CRAP. YOU DID NOT.” Tanaka screamed as he saw you on the second floor wearing a Karasuno jersey with his name on it. This was the moment he was waiting for his entire life. “DO YOU SEE THIS? DO YOU SEE THIS RIGHT NOW?” The entire stadium could hear his voice as he yelled in disbelief and pointed you out to the entire team. “MY GIRLFRIEND IS THE BEST OMG.” You couldn’t breathe as his friends had to calm him down and splashed water in his face in a desperate attempt to stop him from yelling. You were happy that he was so hyped, but dear god, he was going to get kicked out of the gym before the match even began…

As Ennoshita’s eyes searched through the crowd, he was surprised when he found you. “You didn’t…” Eyeing the black and orange colours of your jersey, he found that upon examining it a little more closely, the shirt was personalized with his name on it. Even thought he had told you countless times before that he was only a benchwarmer, you still came to every game, and you still managed to do this for him. A warmness began to fill his heart as he continuously glanced up into the stands throughout the game to see your beautiful face and be reminded of who he really fights for during these games.

 “(Y/N)…” Daichi whispered when he saw you up in the crowd, just above where Karasuno’s banner hung. His breath was taken away as he looked more closely and finally noticed that you were proudly representing Karasuno with his name and number plastered on the front of your shirt. Seeing you there reminded him that at every step of the way, you were there to support him, and it touched his heart. Daichi could feel his spirit being physically uplifted when you finally caught him staring at you from the court below and waved to him with a carefree grin. Smiling and waving back, he walked onto the court with a newfound strength and will. “I’m going to do my best today… just for you!” he whispered to himself just before running over to his team to lead them to victory!

“Koushi, I just wanted to say good luck for your match today! And to show you how much I care…” As you slid the jacket off of your arms and exposed the jersey underneath, Sugawara was in awe. “(Y/N)… This is amazing!” Stretching his arm out to feel the fabric, he looked up and asked, “Did you really do all of this for me?” When you nodded your head, your boyfriend’s iconic, ever-cheerful grin began to show as he hugged you and thanked you for your gesture. “If I get called onto the court today, I won’t lose. I promise!”

When Hinata first caught a glimpse of your jersey, he thought that you might be wearing it for the little giant as he saw the #10 written on the front, but as he looked a little more carefully, he saw his name. “OHHHH.” He squealed as he dashed over to you faster than you had ever seen him run before. “You wore a shirt with my name on it, (Y/N)? That’s awesome! I couldn’t have asked for more!” Never having been so excited in all of his life to have a partner like you, he spontaneously reached out to embrace you. As he hugged you with a lot of force, you started to squirm in his grasp. “S-shoyo, you’re squishing me.” He quickly let go and apologized, but as he waved goodbye to you, he was still as motivated as ever to go out and do his best in the match today, no matter what!

“A-are you wearing that for me (Y/N)?” Asahi stammered as you nodded your head. “You didn’t have to.” He could feel the heat rising to his face as he continued to admire the jersey. “Azumane, of course I didn’t have to—I wanted to. Now go have fun out there, Ace!” Standing still as he tried to comprehend your words, he was suddenly brought back to reality upon seeing you give him your best smile and a thumbs up. You watched his eyes flicker before he unexpectedly pulled you in for a hug and murmured in your ear, “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Oh, you look so cute (Y/N)!” Narita commented as he examined the jersey you planned to wear at tomorrow’s game. Even though he never asked you to do anything, he was happy that you were always doing the littlest things to show that you were there for him through thick and thin. Someone might think that it was a small action on your part to put that jersey on, but really, wasn’t it the small things that mattered the most? You were surprised when Narita got up and hugged you without giving you a hint or any warning whatsoever. “Thanks for this. I really appreciate it.”

“Hey Yamaguchi, isn’t that your girlfriend?” a certain grey-haired setter asked as he gestured up to where the Karasuno fans were sitting. “Oh, is it?” as Yamaguchi looked up into the stands, he finally noticed you—and what you were wearing. “Y-yamaguchi? Number 12?!” He couldn’t believe it. You were wearing his jersey. His jersey. He wanted to shout, but was left unable to speak. Remembering that he would only have a few minutes on the court, he was determined, no, absolutely certain, that he was going to honour your gesture by doing everything in his power to win this game: one service ace at a time.

Kinoshita began to dryly chuckle as he saw you in the crowd with his name plastered across your back. “Hisashi-chan!” You happily waved to him before running over to hug him with all your might. While you wrapped your arms around him, he whispered in your ear, “I appreciate the gesture (Y/N), but you know I don’t even get court time…” While he silently wondered why you would bother doing all of this for a mere bench-warmer, you poked him in the chest. “Listen. Even if you’re on the bench for the entire match, I’m always going to be there cheering you on. Got it?” While he wasn’t expecting that reaction, he smiled. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

 “Is that my jersey?” Tsukishima commented to himself as he noticed you in the upper wings of the gym, watching the game from above. He couldn’t believe it had taken him so long to realize, but that was definitely his name and number—there was no mistaking it. What made you even think of doing this? Puzzled at that thought, he thought back to his conversation with you yesterday where he found one particular line stood out among the rest. “Kei-chan, I really want to show you how much I support you during these matches of yours.” So this is what you meant… As he slowly came to terms with everything, he felt a faint redness begin to creep up onto his cheeks and tried to avoid making eye contact without you for the rest of the game before his teammates noticed.

 “Kageyama?” He muttered to himself, reading the words on your jersey as you approach him. “Yeah, do you like it?” you spun around with a look of elation, showing him the front and back of your sports shirt. While you watched and waited for his reaction, Kageyama was completely still, frozen in place without a clue of what to say or how to respond. After all, no one had ever done something like this for him before. Ever. What do you even say to the person who believes in you like this? “T-tobio? Are you okay?” He flinched back a bit. “Oh no… I’m fine.” Taking a sudden, large bow, he exclaimed, “Thank you for your support.” Before running back to his team to start the game, leaving you at a complete loss for words.

“You didn’t.” Nishinoya murmured to himself when he saw you in his jersey. “You bet I did.” Posing for him to see the cool, personalized clothes you were wearing just for him, you casually remarked, “You were right. Black is the coolest looking colour, but I figured my shirt wouldn’t be complete without the name of the coolest guy on Karasuno’s volleyball team written on it!” Nishinoya began to jump up and down in excitement, his eyes sparkling from your praise. “WOW (Y/N), YOU’RE THE COOLEST!” As he waved goodbye and ran back onto the court, he shot you a thumbs up and exclaimed, “I swear, I’ll do my best out there!”


I feel prematurely old. I’m actually having this major belated quarter-life crisis. I’ve been thinking a lot about mortality. A lot about what I’m going to do with my life and how to enjoy it. One of the things I’m going to work on is being more spontaneous, letting go, embracing the beauty of come-what-may.

Happy Birthday Christopher Whitelaw Pine (August, 26th 1980)
The lost Rey/Poe meeting from the TFA novelization.

Brief, but still revealing. ;)

Cheers and spontaneous embraces filled the room with so much joy that no one paid any attention to who was hugging what representative of whichever species. Rey and Poe were not excluded, though their sudden, tight clinch of shared excitement led to a moment of mutual awkwardness.

“Uh, hi,” the pilot mumbled. “I’m Poe.”
She nodded slowly, searching his face and finding that she liked it. “I recognize the name. So you’re Poe. Poe Dameron, the X-wing pilot. I’m Rey.”
“I know.” He smiled back, a little more at ease. “Nice to meet you.”