that seems to be my genre

anonymous asked:

why are you always going and going to concerts of the same artist/album? like, of course it'd be fabulous, but don't you get tired of the same songs and stuff?

??? i’m confused because i haven’t seen any of the same artists in the span of like a year lmao. i love my fav artists and most of them ive been a fan of for years and years hence why i’ve seen them multiple times. i’ve been going to shows since i was a kid so i don’t really think it’s that weird that i’ve seen the same artists a lot, especially because most of them in the same genre are always touring together. forgive me if i’m wrong but these messages just rub me the wrong way and seem to be sent out of jealousy, lol.

Hemlock ||Jeonghan|| Ch. 1

Pairing: Jeonghan x Reader

Word Count: 1,346

Genre: Romance, Fluff,  Florist!Au, Angst

In a town full of people, it managed to feel lonely. The busy streets full of people walking in different directions to their destination, somehow seemed empty. Each individual was going along their own business, not doing as much as glance to one another as they bumped shoulders. Not a single apology is mumbled, only silent and quick bows before they would continue their way. The town was populated with loneliness; a somewhat oxymoron phrase that you used to describe where you lived. But perhaps you were only focusing on the negatives.

Going through the streets, there were multiple areas that would scream ‘cheerful,’ but in reality would be boring. Just like the flower shop you found yourself standing in - the bright and colorful flowers surrounding you only bringing your mood up slightly. The cheerfulness that the shop was supposed to give you was taken away by the silence that lingered. Employees silently organizing the flowers with careful hands to make beautiful arrangements.

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cs fic: my heart unfolding my home

Summary: Emma needs to move, move, move.

a/n: I needed to write - I’ve been in such a rut, and my fingers were demanding it. Then, my beautiful sunflower bemusedbicycle left on her cross country roadtrip, and well…this happened.

cs fic: my heart unfolding my home

She thought she’d tamed this part of her, filled this particular void, when she’d claimed Storybrooke as hers, accepted home and all that encompasses (people, objects, earth). 

It’s not an itch, so much as a rattle that keeps her tracing the lines of the ceiling, the corners where the room meets and parts; a vibration in her bones that is saying move move move, and drowning her on dry land. 

“You all right there, Swan?” his murmuring question stumbles across the pillow. She doesn’t turn, and he’s still, too.

“What if I’m wrong?”

“About what?”

“No,” she shakes her head. It’s an acute, barbed fear she’s never voiced (words made flesh and all that).  “What if I’m missing something? What if, after all of this - saving my family, finding Henry, finding a home - what if I’m just… broken?”

He seems to measure her words against his sleep-addled mind, a silence just this side of gnawing.

“I spent three centuries in Neverland,” she feels the shadow of his mouth and how it craves contact with the curve of her shoulder, “And I never once grew tired of the sea.” 

When the softness of his mouth meets her skin she exhales, shaky and bowed with the weight of her small shard of emptiness.

“Come on, then,” breath and scrape and warmth, and he rolls from the bed in a languid motion, shuffling in tired movements across the floor.

“Where are you going?” his fingers skim the top of her dresser, and she’s sitting up now, watching the night bend about his back, the angles and lines of his neck and jaw.

There’s a metallic clatter to the right of her feet and it takes a moment for the action to register - car keys. 

“I don’t know, love,” he steps into a pair of jeans left vacant on the floor, “where are we going?”

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Dear Anti-Feminists, MRAs, or whatever the fuck you are calling yourself, 

Thank you for making a big deal out of how women and feminism ruined Mad Max for you. 

I wasn’t interested in Mad Max. It didn’t really seem like my genre. But after you all decided to be whiny babies about women daring to be present in your movies, I had to see it. 

I’m glad I did. 

It was brilliant. 

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My name is Byungwook Ann, living and working in Seoul. I’m original film photographer using both 35mm and medium format. But I’m absolutely hobby photographer(I’m architectural designer). I’m trying to capture the moments of ‘silence’ and 'intangibility’ of my surroundings because I think these feelings are hidden enjoyment of life. So, my cliches almost have very shallow depth of field taken with the widest aperture.

My most inspiration for photography comes from atmosphere of music. I enjoy listening instrumental without lyrics, especially post rock, ambient electronica genre. These songs have mostly the mood of something like a emotional, quiet and even sad. Before taking a photo, I am trying to find mental imagery from my favorite songs that inspiring me. So, the title of my works are almost borrowed from song title. That seem to be why my cliches have some of feeling like a atmospheric. I think only film photography can be well matched with this my mood. For me, taking a photography is to let me find emotional balance between my mind and heart.

Some people do not seem to understand why whitewashing Calum (or anyone, for that matter) is hurtful and wrong. When I first saw 5sos, i immediately noticed “oh my god, the bassist is a poc. He has skin like mine. This is amazing.” Thats important to people with brown skin. Representation is super important, especially in a music genre that is dominated by non-poc.
When I see Calum being whitewashed in fan art and even in professional art including album covers and in magazines, its harmful. It makes me think “Wow, they consider brown skin to be so gross, so wrong, that they felt the need to change his color and his features.”
How do you not see something fundamentally wrong with that?
When poc are being shown in media, finally I can look and see someone who resembles my color, and my poc features.
But that is robbed from me and countless others when Calum is given lighter skin and eurocentric features that he does not have.
It takes away a fundamental part of him.
If you love Calum for who he is, all of him, you would not act like whitewashing him is okay.

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Pripyat³
DC: 6000-3598-8531

Initiate Pripyat³! I’ve been looking forward to visiting this town ever since I’ve seen a few posts from Airen on the acnl tag. It’s also the 2nd cybernetic town I’ve seen besides my friend’s. I really like it when people are dedicated to their town themes, even better when they develop their town’s backstory.

I hella love cyberpunk, post-apocalyptic, psychedelic genres in media. I visited Airen’s town right after watching Brazil, which really reminded me of Pripyat in a way, it’s the maddening vibes, the garish colours and a sense of neglect that seems to hold itself together. The designs are so well crafted, ohman how do you even put everything together it’s crazy… my appreciation just sank in when I followed the wire lines and the signs. I imagined wires poking out of an artificial ground. I love the idea of getting fresh air at the town hall, it felt very melancholic and hopeful, haha. The rooms are hilariously absurd and enjoyable to check out (PFFFT the University is my favourite lmfao). Airen seemed to be a friendly emperor, he was hanging out at the main room, probably planning his next rewiring session or drinking absinthe with pop rocks.

I didn’t expect other residents, and they were very interesting to talk to. Rodney gave the best summary of all. I drank coffee(?) out of a tin can and went fishing at the radioactive beach. One thing though, is the way Airen crafts his stories for his town, I enjoy his storytelling and humour. I always like reading up on the progress of his town, his villagers really suit the vibe of Pripyat.

At the end, the mayor sang his town tune for the emperor in the lonely karaoke room, a must for any dream tourist.

Electronic Music Killed My Favorite Venue (An Obituary for The Magic Stick)

March 17, 2015 | by Jonathan Diener

The Magic Stick in Detroit was not only my favorite venue, but an important focal point in Michigan’s music history. Hosting shows from Detroit’s blossoming garage rock and indie scenes with the likes of The White Stripes to some of the best touring packages of all genres, it was the cool place to go. I will always remember loading up those endearing, awkwardly steep stairs into what seems like a massive room. For some reason it doesn’t seem so big when you walk onstage and see the faces of all of your friends. Whether you knew their names or not, it always felt like home. That is, until it was announced that the Magic Stick would become an electronic music venue and change its name to Populux.

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All New & Revised: On Word Counts and Novel Length

(Originally published at The Swivet)

by Colleen Lindsay

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Although I’m no longer an agent, I still work with writers and I find that this post is one of the most highly-trafficked entries on my blog. Information on suggested word counts for fiction seems to be tough thing to find online so I decided to not only leave this post up here, but to revise and expand it as needed. 

I sat down recently with several fiction editors and hammered out a more comprehensive list of suggested word counts by genre & sub-genre. As you read through this, keep in mind three important things: 1.) these are suggested word counts; rules get broken all the time; 2.) these suggested word counts will most often apply to debut writers; successfully published authors are the ones who end up breaking the rules, and 3.) if you are planning to e-publish only, and your book will never be printed out on actual paper, these guidelines aren’t nearly as important.

Something I saw a lot in queries as an agent were word counts that exceeded 100k. Often, a manuscript exceeded this by a considerable amount: I’ve seen word counts of 140k, 160k and one writer actually told me about a YA manuscript he’d written that was 188k.

Somewhere out there a myth developed - especially amongst science fiction and fantasy writers - that a higher word count was better. Writers see big fat fantasies on the shelf and think that they have to write a book just as hefty to get published. And sometimes a writer just writes a long book because they aren’t yet a very good writer. Good writers learn how to pare a manuscript down to its most essential elements, carving away the word count fat that marks so many beginning writers. And the fact of the matter is, most of those “big fat fantasy” books you see on the shelf actually only have a word count of about 100k to 120k.

The exceptions are usually authors who’ve already had an established track record of sales with previous - shorter - books, like George R.R. Martin. And, yes, once in a great while you will see an incredibly long debut novel. But the writing has to be absolutely stellar; knock-down, drag-out, kick-you-in-the-teeth amazing. (A good example is Elizabeth Kostova's The Historian, which clocks in at just about 240,000 words.)

And I should also point out here that the longer a successful writer has been with a publishing house and the more actual dollars that author brings to the house (and the bigger that author’s advances get), the more clout that author may have regarding being able to keep his or her novel intact, without taking advantage of the editorial guidance being offered. And that is never a good thing for the book. Editors exist for a damned good reason, and no author is ever such a fabulous writer that a good editor can’t find things to make better in his or her manuscript.

There was a time about ten or so years ago when bigger word counts were the norm and not the exception. Like everything, the book industry goes through trends. But these days, editors of adult fiction - even editors of epic fantasy - squirm a little when presented with a manuscript that runs over 110k words. Books with a higher page count cost more to physically produce, resulting in a higher per-book manufacturing cost, meaning even more copies will need to be sold to make the estimated P&L work.

Publishers want to make money; bookstores want to make money. Do the math.

When you search around the Internet for information on word counts, you get a lot of conflicting information, some of it just plain wrong, and often this information is coming from sources that would appear reputable to a writer who didn’t know any better. One article I read last week that was posted online at a major writing magazine actually insists that the average novel (non-genre) is 150,000 words. I have no idea where the writer of the article got his or her information, but that’s simply untrue. An average novel length is between 80k and 100k, again, depending upon the genre.

Word counts for different kinds of novels vary, but there is are general rules of thumb for fiction that a writer can use when trying to figure out just how long is too long. For the purposes of this post, I’m only talking about YA, middle-grade and adult fiction here. And bear in mind that there are always exceptions, but good general rules of thumb would be as follows:

middle grade fiction = Anywhere from 25k to 40k, with the average at 35k

YA fiction = For mainstream YA, anywhere from about 45k to 80k; paranormal YA or YA fantasy can occasionally run as high as 120k but editors would prefer to see them stay below 100k. The second or third in a particularly bestselling series can go even higher. But it shouldn’t be word count for the sake of word count.

paranormal romance = 85k to 100k

romance = 85k to 100k

category romance = 55k to 75k

cozy mysteries = 65k to 90k

horror 
= 80k to 100k

western 
= 80k to 100k (Keep in mind that almost no editors are buying Westerns these days.)

mysteries, thrillers and crime fiction
 = A newer category of light paranormal mysteries and hobby mysteries clock in at about 75k to 90k. Historical mysteries and noir can be a bit shorter, at 80k to 100k. Most other mystery/thriller/crime fiction falls right around the 90k to 100k mark.

mainstream/commercial fiction/thrillers = Depending upon the kind of fiction, this can vary: chick lit runs anywhere from 80k word to 100k words; literary fiction can run as high as 120k but lately there’s been a trend toward more spare and elegant literary novels as short as 65k. Anything under 50k is usually considered a novella, which isn’t something agents or editors ever want to see unless the editor has commissioned a short story collection. (Agent Kristin Nelson has a good post about writers querying about manuscripts that are too short.)

science fiction & fantasy = Here’s where most writers seem to have problems. Most editors I’ve spoken to recently at major SF/F houses want books that fall into the higher end of the adult fiction you see above; a few of them told me that 100k words is the ideal manuscript size for good space opera or fantasy. For a truly spectacular epic fantasy, some editors will consider manuscripts over 120k but it would have to be something extraordinary. I know at least one editor I know likes his fantasy big and fat and around 180k. But he doesn’t buy a lot at that size; it has to be astounding. (Read: Doesn’t need much editing.) And regardless of the size, an editor will expect the author to to be able to pare it down even further before publication. To make this all a little easier, I broke it down even further below:

—> hard sf = 90k to 110k
—> space opera = 90k to 120k
—> epic/high/traditional/historical fantasy = 90k to 120k
—> contemporary fantasy = 90k to 100k
—> romantic SF = 85k to 100k
—> urban fantasy = 90k to 100k
—> new weird = 85k to 110k
—> slipstream = 80k to 100k
—> comic fantasy = 80k to 100k
—> everything else = 90k to 100k

Editors will often make exceptions for sequels, by the way. Notice that the page count in both J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series and George R.R. Martin's Song of Ice and Fire series gets progressively higher. But even authors who have been published for years and should know better will routinely turn in manuscripts that exceed the editor’s requested length by 30k to 50k words, which inevitably means more work for that author because editors don’t back down. If a contract calls for a book that is 100k words and you turn in one that is 130k, expect to go back and find a way to shave 30k words off that puppy before your manuscript is accepted.

Remember that part of the payout schedule of an author’s advance often dangles on that one important word: acceptance.

I cannot stress highly enough that there are always exceptions to every rule, especially in SF/F. Jacqueline Carey and Peter F. Hamilton, among others, have proven this quite successfully. If an agent finds a truly outstanding book that runs in the 200k range (yes, it happens!), he or she may advise your cutting the manuscript into two books to make life easier for everyone. But for a debut novelist who is trying to catch the eye of an agent or editor for the first time? Err on the side of caution with your word count.

 

anonymous asked:

Hello! I've been thinking about writing a story that includes magic and weaponry (I have the characters and scenes kind of floating about in my head) but when I try to put it in a genre, it seems that it fits in medieval fantasy, and I'm not too familiar writing such a genre. What should I do?

You only have to worry about genre when you’re trying to write a smaller, more specific genre (such as steampunk) or when you’re trying to sell your story.

Don’t worry what genre it is right now. If you do want to write a medieval fantasy, you’ll have to research the time period and culture you’re writing about (even if you make up a place you’ll have to research some stuff) and read a lot of medieval fantasy.

However, here is a list of fantasy genres (keep in mind that many fantasy novels can fit into more than one category):

  • Alternate World: A setting that is not our world, but may be similar. This can include a character traveling to another world or a setting that is simply an alternate version of ours.
  • Arabian: Fantasy that is based in or on the Middle East and North Africa. This also includes folk tales and epic poems, which make up the majority of this genre.
  • Arthurian: Set in Camelot (most of the time) and deals with Arthurian mythology and legends.
  • Celtic: Fantasy that is based on the Celtic people and culture, most often post La Tene culture.
  • Christian: This genre has Christian themes and elements alongside fantasy elements.
  • Classical: Based on Roman and Greek myths. Sometimes it includes Kemetism.
  • Contemporary/Modern: This genre takes place in modern society in which paranormal and magical creatures live among us. An example would be the Harry Potter series.
  • Dark: This genre combines fantasy and horror elements. The tone or feel of dark fantasy is often gloomy, bleak, and gothic.
  • Epic: This genre is long and, as the name says, epic. Epic is similar to high fantasy, but has more importance, meaning, or depth. Epic fantasy is most often in a medieval setting.
  • Gaslamp: Also known as gaslight, this genre has a Victorian or Edwardian setting.
  • Gunpowder: Gunpowder crosses epic or high fantasy with “rifles and railroads”, but the technology remains realistic unlike the similar genre of steampunk. It’s like putting elves on a pirate ship or putting werewolves in the Wild West.
  • Heroic: Centers on one or more heroes who start out as humble, unlikely heroes thrown into a plot that challenges them.
  • High: This is considered the “classic” fantasy genre. High fantasy contains the general fantasy elements and is set in a fictional world. It is often heroic or epic as well.
  • Historical: The setting in this genre is any time period within our world that has fantasy elements added.
  • Medieval: Typically set in Europe during the early to late middle ages.
  • Mythic: Fantasy involving or based on myths, folklore, and fairy tales.
  • Paranormal/Supernatural: Involves supernatural and paranormal creatures as the source of fantasy, such as werewolves, vampires, and ghosts. Romance is often present.
  • Portal: Involves a portal, doorway, or other entryway that leads the protagonist from the “normal world” to the “magical world”.
  • Quest: As the name suggests, the protagonist in this genre sets out on a quest. The protagonist most frequently searches for an object of importance and returns home with it or with a prize.
  • Science Fantasy: A genre that combines science fiction and fantasy. An example is Star Wars.
  • Sword and Sorcery: Settings in which the characters use swords and engage in action-packed plots. Magic is also an element, as is romance. These can be set in many time periods.
  • Sword and Soul: Similar to Sword and Sorcery and heroic fantasy, but African-inspired. However, the genre is spreading to other subgenres of fantasy.
  • Urban: Has a modern or urban setting in which magic and paranormal creatures exist, often in secret. It also has elements of horror.
  • Wuxia: A genre in which the protagonist learns a martial art and follows a code. This genre is popular in Chinese speaking areas.
anaxiphilia (pt. 5)

Originally posted by agustd

Characters: Reader x Yoongi, appearances by all of Bangtan (probably)
Genre: eventually..all of them? badboy!yoongi
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“Finally!” Yoongi exclaimed as my house came into view. “It seemed like time was getting slower and you were getting heavier. I thought we’d never make it back.”

“I told you I would walk…” I said for the billionth time in the last 15 minutes rolling my eyes.

“Shh, why can’t you just enjoy this moment in my arms?”

“How am I supposed to enjoy this moment when you keep complaining?” I snorted in disbelief.

“Are you saying you would enjoy being in my arms if I wasn’t complaining then?”

“What? No! Um I-” I stuttered making Yoongi chuckle. I gently hit the back of his shoulder attempting to stop his laughter, which only resulted in him laughing even harder.

As we approached the front steps of my house he squatted to put me down gently and then slowly rose again to his full height. I watched as he stretched out his sore limbs and groan as he cracked some aching joints. He was going to be sore because of my clumsiness; I bit my lip feeling extremely guilty. I cleared my throat making him glance at me.

“Um, would you like to come inside?” I stuttered out, a devious smirk appeared on Yoongi’s lips as the blood rush to my cheeks.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t think you were that forward.” My eyes widened as I realized he had mistaken my words.

“No, I just mean because you helped me so much I should at least thank you-“ I tried once again but my words only made his smirk grow wider.

“I know you really want to thank me but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet,” Yoongi said tapping his chin, “you should at least let me take you out sometime and then you can thank me all night long.” 

“Oh God,” I buried my face in my hands in embarrassment. Yoongi chuckled and pulled my hands away from my face. I looked my feet trying to stop the blood from rushing to my cheeks. Yoongi almost unconsciously reached towards me. He stroked my reddened cheek with the back of his hand making me look up at him, shocked by the gentleness of his touch. My gaze seemed to break him out of his trance and he pulled his hand back instantly. He reached to rub the back of his neck almost as if he was embarrassed by his actions.

“Uh, that walk actually made me really thirsty, I could use some water right now.” Yoongi said clearing his throat.

“Oh yeah sure, come inside,” As I turned around to unlock my house, I silently prayed that no one was home, the last thing I wanted to do was explain this situation to my parents or my brother.

“I’m home,” I called out and listened for a response. I sighed in relief when no one replied. I walked over the threshold and took off my shoes. I glanced up to see Yoongi looking around my house as he shrugged off his shoes. He put his hands in his pockets, still gazing at the giant chandelier that hung over our heads.

“Yeah, my parents went a little over board with that thing,” I said, guessing his thoughts were revolving around the obvious.

“Oh, that thing?” Yoongi said point at the chandelier; I nodded looking at him curiously.

“No, I was just trying to guess where your room was,” he smirked at me.

“You’re never going to find out,” I scoff.

“One day you’ll be leading me there, sweetheart.” Yoongi said making me roll my eyes however his comments still made my cheeks redden.

“You can wait in the study while I get your water,” I said leading the way. As I opened the door to the study his mouth dropped open.

“This isn’t a study, this is a library.” He said looking at the shelves of books incased in the room.

“My family has a thing for old, dusty books.” I shrug, walking towards the desk. I looked up at him and pulled the chair out for him to sit down, “have a seat.”

He groaned loudly making me glance up in surprise.

“It’s really fucking frustrating that you don’t even know how inviting you are when you’re saying that.” Yoongi said, rubbing the back of his neck making my cheeks redden.

“Min Yoongi, you keep saying comments like that and I’ll kick you out before you can even get that glass of water.” I said shocking both him and myself.

“Yes Ma’am,” he mock saluted, and sat down on the chair without another word. I smirked at his silence, feeling accomplished. I had finally gotten the last word.

I walked towards the kitchen and poured a glass of water when suddenly I heard loud cursing and shouting. I rushed towards the study only to see my older brother, Jin holding Yoongi by the collar of his shirt ready to punch him.

“How the fuck did you get inside, you bastard?!”  His anger seemed to only make Yoongi laugh as he shoved Jin off him making Jin stumble against the shelf.

“Jin what’re you doing?!” I gasped, walking towards both of them standing in front of Yoongi, almost protectively. Jin looked back and forth between Yoongi and me.

“What am I doing? What the fuck are you doing [y/n]?!” Jin said pointing an accusing finger at me. “Why are you defending this piece of shi-“

“Jin, should you really be talking like that in front of your little sister.” Yoongi said, I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Shut the fuck up, before I fucking make you.” Jin said walking towards Yoongi menacingly, it was almost as if he had forgotten that I was standing in between them. I pushed Jin away from us.

“Stop it Jin!” I said my voice cracking, I had never seen this side of my older brother before, and it was frightening.

“[y/n],” Jin started, his voice returning to his usual calm tone.

“I don’t want to hear it right now.” I said grabbing Yoongi’s hand and leading him out of the house. I took a shuddering deep breath and looked at Yoongi. He was analyzing me calmly with his hands in his pocket.

“What the hell was that about?” I asked.

“I didn’t know you were related to Kim Seokjin,” Yoongi shrugged, “We don’t get along. “

“Yes, I can see that,” I scoffed at him, “Why don’t you get along?”

Yoongi continued to study my behaviour silently. I raised my eyebrow at him urging him to answer but he simply took a deep breath and looked towards the sky.

“Yoongi,” I said impatiently, I glared at him. But he seemed to be avoiding my gaze. 

“It’s a secret [y/n].” Yoongi replied not looking at me.

“I’m good at keeping secrets,” I said walking forward and grabbing a hold of his face forcing him to stare at me, just like he had done to me previously on multiple occasions. As our gazes met, I felt the heat rush through my body, it felt like my whole being had awakened, like I was on fire.

“You always tell me to look at you when I’m talking to you so right now why are you the one avoiding my gaze?” I asked.

“Because for some reason you make me want to tell you all my secrets.” Yoongi said, his piercing gaze unwavering as he spoke.

“Do you have a lot of those? Secrets?” I asked softly, he smirked back at me.

“You’ve heard of me reputation, do you think I have any shortage of secrets?” He scoffed.

“That makes me want to know them even more…” I said, the pads of my thumbs unconsciously stroked the side of his cheeks.

“You shouldn’t get involved with me, sweetheart. I’m not good for you.” Yoongi said grasping my wrists gently and detaching them from his face. His gaze unwavering as he placed a silent kiss on the inside of my right wrist.

“Get the fuck away from her, you bastard!” Jin said suddenly pulled me away from Yoongi’s reach placing me behind him protectively. Before I could blink, he had lunged forward punching Yoongi in the jaw. The force of his blow had caused Yoongi fall on the ground on his hands and knees. 

“Yoongi!” I screamed, going towards him but Yoongi just lifted his hand making me freeze. He rolled his shoulders backwards and climbed to his feet. Yoongi calmly picked up the hat that had blown off his head and dusted it off. As pushed his hair back and put the hat back on backwards he looked at Jin, his gaze smoldering. The blood that Jin’s blow had caused to escape from him spilled through the side of his mouth. I had never seen anyone look so wild, so vicious. It was as if a demon had taken over his body. Yoongi spit the blood out and smirked at Jin.

“Is that all you got pretty boy?”


A/N: Funfact, this chapter actually got deleted an hour ago when my macbook crashed but it turned out gr88888, it was worth the wait right?

6 Things to Consider When Writing Horror

When I tell people that my first published book is a horror story collection, I get a lot of funny looks.  Not because anyone is harshly object to horror, but because it’s the polar opposite of my personality.  I’m working on a comedy now and that’s a much easier pill for the people in my life to swallow.  I love to laugh, I love life, I love living life while laughing….so, scaring people senseless doesn’t seem like the kind of thing I would be able to grasp.  And yet, I can fall easily into spinning a scary tale because I understand the mechanics of it.

Horror, like so many aspects of writing from any genre, is being able to reach down and draw parts of yourself that may even surprise you.  It’s not really about being “scary” per say, or trying to push the envelop for shock value alone, but rather it’s about facing the parts of life that we are uncomfortable with.  Then using that to instill terror into hearts of your readers.  So, if you are having trouble grasping these elements, here’s a couple of things to consider.  Keep Reading…

Why do people hate on others, or call them not a true fan, of they can’t name all of the current band members of their favorite bands? I honestly have basically 50 favorite bands, and I can barley remeber all their names. (Besides Black Veil Brides, cause their music is the reason why I started listening to the genre of music I listen to, I used to listen to only music my older sister listens to, and now the music I listen to scares her cause the screaming and I am now totally off subject) Basically, if I enjoy their music, I am a fan. I dont really care if I can name all the band members. Reblog if you agree, and also tag your favorite bands.

theguardian.com
World Fantasy award drops HP Lovecraft as prize image
In the wake of lobbying by authors and readers, organisers announce that trophy will no longer be modelled on the controversial author
By Alison Flood

Here’s my statement on World Fantasy dumping HPL: 

This moment is about the power of symbols and collective action. If fantasy as a genre truly wants to embrace all of its fans, and I believe it does, we can’t keep lionizing a man who used literature as a weapon against entire races. Writers of color have always had to struggle with the question of how to love a genre that seems so intent on proving it doesn’t love us back. We raised our voices collectively, en masse, and the World Fantasy folks heard us. Today, fantasy is a better, more inclusive, and stronger genre because of it.

Here’s the thing: I was a comedy writer.  It took me several years to realize…I wasn’t a particularly good one.  None of my scripts came close to production.  I was trapped in what they call Development Hell.  But it’s much more like purgatory.

I got so frustrated that I wrote a horror movie.  I was a rabid fan of the genre.  I consider the three best movies ever to be made to be Citizen Kane, Casablanca, and Evil Dead II.  But I had never written a horror flick before.  However, I needed to blow off some steam and murder some people in the goriest ways possible, and a horror script seemed the most sensible and legal way to do it.  I named every victim after a studio executive.  I had no further designs on the script; it was solely a therapeutic exercise.  But a friend showed it to a friend, and within a year, it was my first produced screenplay.  Now, it’s by no means a great movie, probably not even a good one.  But still, it got made, and after years of struggling, that meant something to me.

And suddenly, I was a horror writer.

Soon after, I had the opportunity to pitch to Warner Bros. on a pilot.  Now, I had an idea that I’d been mulling over since college, hell, since fifth grade: a series about urban legends.  We have a folklore as rich as any world mythology, as American as jazz or baseball, and few people know it.  Gory, twisty stories that illuminate our culture, our character.  They’ve long been an obsession of mine…and I’ve always dreamed of somehow turning them into a movie or TV show.  I tried to pitch the idea many times before, but it continually fell on deaf – or at least uninterested – ears.  Perhaps the market wasn’t right.  Or perhaps no one wanted to buy a gory, twisty series from a guy who wrote sub-par Adam Sandler rip-offs.

But suddenly, I was a horror writer.

And suddently, the market was right for horror.  And so I pitched Warner Bros. on my idea, an idea I’d slaved over, the kind of fragile idea you cup in your hands so it won’t be crushed.

It was about a reporter who investigated urban legends.

Warner Bros. hated it.

They asked if I had anything else.  I didn’t.  All I had were a few words I’d scrawled in my notebook on a whim, literally the day before.  I’m looking at it right now.  Here it is: “One way you could do this show would be two guys on a road trip, cruising the country.  'Route 66’ style.  Brothers?”  I had nothing else to say to Warner Bros., so I said this.

—  Eric Kripke in Supernatural: The Official Companion Season 1 by Nicholas Knight. Titan Books, 2007: 6.
Horror Anime Faves + Watch List

 Another

(By far the best if you ask me)

Mirai Nikki/Future Diary

(Who doesn’t love Mirai Nikki with Yandere Yuno?)

 Corpse Party

 Danganronpa: The Animation

(YES YES YES HIGHLY RECOMMEND)   

Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magica

(It may not seem like horror but because I’ve seen it labeled in the genre so I’ll put it here. It’s good I would recommend it honestly)

Keijouban Kara no Kyoukai

(One I haven’t gotten to but I’ve seen it listed on another website and it looks realllly cool. I know it’s a movie series but still)

 Tasogare Otome x Amnesia/Dusk Maiden of Amnesia

(Also on my list of animes to watch if you want to check it out)

 Jigoku Shougo/Hell Girl

(I’ve seen maybe 1 or 2 episodes of this so far so I can’t say much but I like the concept I guess?)

School Days

(Haven’t watched yet but I’ve heard stuff about it)

Blood-c

(I haven’t gotten around to watching this just yet but I think it looks rad)

Play Crack The Sky by Derbobbs (M, 123k)

Excerpt from “Hale Pulls the Plug on the Future of Rock,” Rolling Stone, Issue 1203 – Oct. 2014
“Fans and music industry vets alike are left reeling in the wake of bassist Derek Hale’s sudden departure from Smokes for Harris. At a time when the foursome from Beacon Hills, California seems to be on the cusp of rock superstardom after just one double platinum record, Smokes has everything to lose.”

Excerpt from “Smokes for Harris: Gladiator,” SPIN.com – Feb. 2015
“Smokes for Harris gives in a little to the pop punk of yesteryear in their sophomore effort, but rather than pandering to fans of a lost era they elevate the genre in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time. Frontman Stiles Stilinski works double duty as singer and primary songwriter and proves that he can handle the task even without former bassist Derek Hale.“

“What happened to my band?” Derek sighs.

“You left it.”

“Right, sorry. What happened to your band?”

“That was an answer, not a correction.”

Derek’s heart threatens to drop right out of his chest at that. He hides his shame by turning back to his quest to find a snack in the cupboard.

“Listen,” Lydia says eventually. “Things have changed a lot in the last two years. And we were all really heartbroken when you left, but Stiles…”