the book just gets better and better

feeling pretty bummed out tbh

I’ve been playing Pixelberry games for ages now - I was an avid follower of Surviving High School and Cause of Death, followed them on to High School Story and Hollywood U, now finally Choices.

I’m really mad about the latest chapter of Endless Summer, man. That’s been the one story I’ve been really looking forward to every Thursday.  

So why’s it suddenly all pay to play?? It really sucks. I know that it’s always been that you need gems to make premium choices. That’s just the way it is. But leaving the ending like that? I don’t have the money or gems right now to unlock all those files. It seem like a real shame that we are going to be forced to spend money on those files to get a “better” beginning to the next book. It’s always been so far that gems help you get extra scenes, better dialogue and all, but I wouldn’t say there’s been a choice as influential as this. And poor Grace??  Poor Raj?? Bleh. Club Penguin is dying today so don’t mind my ramble too much.

Pixelberry, I’m still waiting on that Most Wanted Book 2. :P

anonymous asked:

MINA HAVE YOU READ JKS CHANNEL + CHAT 😭😭 vapp didnt even notify me but gosh he is cute 😭

Ahh yeah sometimes v app doesnt notiy me until a little bit later too ;u; bUT YEAH I HAVE AND !!!

the fact that he’s so diligently studying english that he can even make little jokes now, use present perfect tense correctly im /so/ proud of him !!!
bby really keeping his promise to get better. his improvement in such a short time is such a big deal to me like can you just.. imagine him studying english even while on tour, on his phone/tablet, books, asking namjoon or the staff he is so precious oh my god i love him so much and im so incredibly proud of him! I hope he can use his english more and more confidentially from now on! ALSO Namjoon didnt make it any better tbh joining after him and telling us how excited he actually was dfsdgjlks ahh my heart still feels so warm ;;

Alright SJM fans let's get real for a minute about another series you need to be reading

The Kingkiller Chronicles, by my hero Patrick Rothfuss.

Oh? Never heard of them? Not surprising even though they’re BETTER THAN ANY OTHER FANTASY SERIES I’VE EVER READ. YEAH THAT’S RIGHT I JUST SAID BETTER THAN ANY OTHER FANTASY SERIES I’VE READ.

(Now ACOMAF is on par with TKC on a good day, but they are SO DIFFERENT the comparison isn’t really there… but I digress)

Do you like Harry Potter? LOTR? YOU WILL LOVE THIS SERIES. Two of the three books are out: #1 is The Name of the Wind and #2 is The Wise Man’s Fear.

You like world building books? Rothfuss spent YEARSSSSS writing these books, the world building is UNREAL.

Also MAGIC??? FEMINISM??? POLITICS??? EDUCATION??? ACTION??? ECONOMY??? ROMANCE??? ANGST??? MORE MAGIC??? MONSTERS???

And the CHARACTERS my GOD. You’ve got the badass protagonists who make stupid ass mistakes but then LEARN AND GROW FROM THEM. The innocent, quirky characters you would lay your life down for. The EVIL ASS MOTHERFUCKING CHARACTERS YOU WANT TO DIE A SLOW, PAINFUL DEATH. The mysterious characters you NEED to know more about. You got ‘em ALL.

Oh wait - quick segue - do you like Hamilton? Or In The Heights? Or Moana? Of course you do, they’re masterpieces. And what do those three things have in common? LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA, who JUST SO HAPPENS to be a massive superfan of The Kingkiller Chronicles and IS GOING TO BE THE CREATIVE PRODUCER OF THE TV ADAPTATION COMING OUT IN A COUPLE YEARS. THAT’S RIGHT. Not to mention that a song from Hamilton was actually inspired by a scene from The Name of the Wind - but I won’t say much more on that.

If you like fantasy and fun and badassery and character development and amazing friendships and romance and woke af writing?

READ THE KINGKILLER CHRONICLES.

Thank me later.

When I was 17, from a kinda terrible home, newly out as Trans, and hugely angsty, Anthony Head took me into his life, and for the first time I was made to feel that I was worth something, he told me that he believed in me and that I should follow my dreams.

He then proceeded to spend the next few years proving those were not empty words. Now I just turned 20, I know that I’m loved, and I followed my dreams. I’m studying at university, a national award winning poet, and this is the dedications page of my second book:

Trust me when I say, life gets better. So much better. And dreams, they can certainly come true.

You wish that things will eventually get better. You hope that one day you’re not that sad anymore. But sweetheart, listen, you can’t just lay in bed or stay in your room all day while hoping things will get better just like that.

Honey, you need to put some effort to make it happen.

Dress up, go to the park, breathe some fresh air, look at the pretty flowers, catch the butterflies. Let your inner you feel free from after all this time locking yourself away.

Dress up, go to the library, pick a novel, spend hours there, bring your brain to places, let the words inspire you. Let your minds be free after being stressed all these time.

Dress up, go out there, this big bad world isn’t that big bad after all if you find something good for you in it. Let yourself free in this big bad world. Distract yourself from the sadness you’ve tangled to, let go of the things that’ll let you down, spread that beautiful smile of yours, give your eyes a break from flowing tears by seeing new beautiful things.

— 

Give yourself a break honey, you’ve been through a lot. You deserve so much in this world (sitiiiinrhlz)

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Once, when his uncles asked him what gift he wanted for his nameday, he begged them for a dragon. “It wouldn’t need to be a big one. It could be little, like I am.” His uncle Gerion thought that was the funniest thing he had ever heard, but his uncle Tygett said, “The last dragon died a century ago, lad.” That had seemed so monstrously unfair that the boy had cried himself to sleep that night.

anonymous asked:

My boyfriend of 3.5 years broke up with me. We shared an apartment, a dog, a cat, a life. I thought we had a future together. I had to quit my job and move to another state to live with my parents. I got left with nothing. I've never been depressed. I've never felt suicidal. But I honestly cannot take this physical and emotional pain I'm feeling. He's just over me and I'm still in love with him. Do you have any advice?

Oh wow, I’m so sorry to hear that. I can’t even imagine how awful and confusing that must be, but things will get better. Keep yourself busy - read a book, start a new TV show, go out with friends, go on adventures with your dog. You could always consider therapy or anti-depressants to help too. Just remember that things will get better eventually and you’ll come out the other end stronger! 

and the moon is a mother to both of us

summary: Clarke Griffin’s just trying to make it through her first year of college without dying. Is that really too much to ask?
written for clexa week 2017 day 2: roommates
word count: 23,488
author’s note: this is it. the most important fic i will ever write. it combines buffy the vampire slayer and clexa, so where could you go wrong, honestly? the spell used late in the story is actually a combo of two spells from btvs - both taken directly from the show’s wiki.
a huuuuuuuuge thanks to my beta, @debnamcarryme, who read this monster just in time and gave really good suggestions for making it better. i would not be quite as excited to post this without your guidance. 

i really hope you guys enjoy.

~~~

“What was the room number?” Abby asks, shifting the laundry basket full of books so she can get a better grip on the floor lamp she’s carrying.

The lamp almost slips, though, and Clarke grabs it from her before looking down at the welcome packet she’d just picked up from her new RA. “117. Looks like I’m at the end of the hall.”

“Oh good, I can probably pull the van around, and then we won’t have to lug all of your stuff across campus. Not all of us have super strength, after all.”

“I told you I could carry the books,” Clarke says, ignoring the pointed comment and pushing past Abby to unlock the door.

Abby gives her daughter a silencing look before moving into the room.

“This is nice,” she says. “Cozy.”

Clarke lets the door fall closed and steps up behind her mom, taking in the place she’ll be living for the next year. The room isn’t nearly as cramped as she’d feared it would be, but it’d still only take her about 15 steps to walk from one side to the other. Three square windows on the opposite wall allow plenty of the rich, Virginia sunlight to filter inside. Under two of those three windows sits a bed, one already made up with simple, green sheets.

She glances over at the side of the room already claimed by her roommate and is surprised to see someone sitting there at the university-provided desk.

The girl has dark hair, half of it gathered into a sloppy bun to keep it out of her face as she leans over a notebook while the rest tumbles, wild and erratically curled, down her back. The music coming through her headphones is too loud, and she twirls the cord around her pointer finger absentmindedly. The thin, black tank she’s wearing shows off her well-muscled arms, and Clarke takes a second to study the peculiar tattoo spanning her right bicep.

Abby doesn’t notice Clarke’s preoccupation. She goes right for the window.

“You have a pretty nice view of campus,” she comments.

“I’m sure that won’t get old at all,” Clarke says, jerking her eyes away from the roommate and stepping further into the room. She dumps a duffle bag full of clothes and her bedding onto the bare mattress.

Abby shakes her head, heaving out that world-weary sigh that Clarke’s come to associate with the newfound and constant tension in their relationship.

“I’m going to get the car,” she says. “I’ll be back shortly. Why don’t you start getting settled?”

Again, Clarke hears only the subtext. Her mom doesn’t want her to come along because the only thing that’s been helping them lately is lots and lots of space.

Once Abby’s out of the room and Clarke’s swallowed the lump in her throat, she approaches the girl at the desk.

“Hi,” she says, holding out her hand. “I’m Clarke. Looks like we’re roomies.”

When the girl doesn’t answer, Clarke steps a little closer and waves her hand in front of her face. “Hello? Anybody in there?”

The girl jerks upright, making her chair tip back onto two legs for a moment, and rips her earbuds loose.

“Who are you?” she asks, her eyes narrowing as she looks Clarke up and down.

Clarke blinks, baffled by her snippy tone, and drops her hand to her side. “Clarke. Your roommate.”

The girl glances around the room in confusion and then lets out a sigh not unlike Abby’s. “Right. I forgot you’d show up eventually.”

“Eventually?” Clarke asks, her eyebrows coming together. “This is freshman move-in day.”

“Not for everyone,” she says and then sticks the buds back in her ears.

(read the rest on ao3)

Not Good Enough

Here’s the secret: of course you’re not good enough. None of us is good enough. We don’t start a novel thinking, I’m writing this book because it matches all my skills. Because a lot of us would write worse books if we did that. We’re always reaching for more than we can do. That’s what inspires us to write, along with the reality that no one has written what we want to read and so we have to do it.

As a writer, you’ve got to keep gaining the skills necessary to get better. You’ve got to be better than you were before, constantly better. You’re never going to get to a stage where you’re “good enough” or at least, I think writers who think that have become boring. They’re not challenging themselves and so they’re not challenging readers, either. You’ve read authors like that before, whose early books you loved and whose later books are just so-so. You don’t want to be that author.

There’s always a level of fear in writing. We learn to live with that and to recognize it as our old friend, a companion that reminds us that our writing matters. If you’re not afraid that you’re not good enough or worry that the book is crap, you’re not doing it right. If you don’t go through that stage where you think you should burn it all and pretend you never dared to do this, you’re not dreaming big enough.

Being a writer is sort of like being a painter who starts without a canvas, with a brush, and without any paint, just the idea. And writing is inventing all the tools along the way. But inventing them completely differently. Your paint isn’t going to be like my paint, and that’s the most wonderful thing about being a writer. So is your paint good enough paint? Well, make it do what you want it to do. Create your own colors. That’s what’s good enough.

Are There Lesbians? Yes

What Happens?
A new, all-encompassing love story from the author of Daughter of Smoke and Bone, Strange the Dreamer is first and foremost the story of a dreamer and a dream. Orphan Monk-turned-Librarian Lazlo Strange has spent his entire life dreaming of the fabled city of Weep. When his dreams turn to reality in the form of a man known as “Godslayer” and his cohort, Strange will begin to unravel mysteries many never even considered.

The Verdict:
What can I say about this book other than Laini Taylor has me hook line and sinker! It completely lives up to the rich world and characters that she has in her previous series - Daughter of Smoke and Bone. If anything, the novel is even better, embellished with the bright images of a dream world disconnected from our own universe.

A few spoilers below the cut, but nothing too telling!

Keep reading

Dear Journal,

This morning I woke up with absolutely no pain. Usually, it takes a week for the entire pain to go away. Yesterday night, Sirius healed all my cuts, bruises and sore muscles. Every time he succeeded to heal a cut, he left a kiss on my skin. I wanted him to stop at some point because when he uses his powers to often, he gets tired. Unfortunetly, he didn’t want to stop.. He wanted me to feel better even if that meant he would faint. When he was done, he sat on the bed and yawned.

“Go to sleep baby.. I’m all better now. Thank you for doing this for me Sirius..”

“Don’t thank me.. I just want you to be okay..” he said, closing his eyes.

“Sleep well love.” I whispered in his ear.

I sat next to him and he layed his head on my lap. I picked up my book and brushed my fingers in my boyfriend’s hair.

This morning, the sun was shinning on the lake. Everyone wanted to go spend some time by the water. James was showing Lily and Mary how to fly on a broomstick. Lily’s ginger hair were floting in the wind. She looked beautiful and happy with him. I turned my head and saw Dorcas and Marlene in the lake, the water going up to their ankles. They were splaching eachother and laughing. I couldn’t find Regulus until i looked under a tree. He was sitting next to Lily’s cousin, Sophie, his girlfriend. Regulus was looking down, leaning on Sophie’s shoulder. She was brushing her hand on his back and when she spotted Sirius she leaned down to whisper in Regulus’ ear. He looked up and ran into Sirius’ arms.

“Reg? What’s wrong?” Sirius asked his brother.

“I told mother..” he sobbed in his brother’s chest.

“You told her about Sophie?” Sirius asked.

“I-I said I couldn’t marry the Slytherin pureblood she wanted me too marry.. i said I was in love with someone else.. And i told her she was a gryffindor muggleborn..” he said, tears running down his red cheeks.

“It’s okay Reggie.. I’m here. You’re not alone okay?” Sirius said.

“What about next year? You won’t be here anymore..”

“I’ll be with Remus and you can visit us anytime.”

“Sophie is letting me stay at hers for the summer.. she thinks it’s her fault that mother is mad at me..” Regulus said.

“You can come to our flat anytime okay? We’ll have another room so you can always come.” Sirius hugged him closer.

“Thank you Sirius.. I love you big brother..”

“I love you too my mini me..” sirius smiled.

We stayed outside all day. I swam with Mary and Marlene while Sirius and James were pushing eachother off the dock. Sirius had his hair wet and I tought he looked sexy. When the sun came down we lighted the fire and sat all around it.

“Truth or dare time!” James screamed.

“Yeah! I’m ready for some secrets to be revealed!” Mary laughed.

Sirius sent me a look and i smiled to him. He was ready to tell everyone about his healing powers. After a few rounds, it was Marlene’s turn.

“So Marls, truth or dare?” Sirius asked.

“Truth.” She said.

“Have been seeing any boys recently?” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows, smirking.

She sent a shy look over to Dorcas and smiled to herself.

“Actually.. I haven’t been seeing anyone because i’m actually in a relationship right now…” she blushed.

“Who is it? Do we know him?” James asked.

Lily, Sophie, Mary and Dorcas all giggled.

“You all know?” Sirius said, offended.

“Of course we do! We tell eachother everything!” Lily giggled.

“Tell us for merlin’s sake!” James said.

“Dorcas.” Marlene said.

“What about her?” I asked.

“Dorcas and I are together..” she smiled.

All the boys were speachless while the girls were all giggling.

“No way!” Sirius finally said.

“I’m happy for you girls!” I smiled.

“I would’ve never found out!” James laughed.

“Sirius it’s your turn!” Sophie said.

“I pick truth!” Sirius said next to me.

“Sirius Black picking truth? What’s wrong with you?” Regulus laughed.

“I have something to tell you guys.. Remus is the only one who knows..”

“YOU’RE PREGNANT?” James screamed.

“Shut up Prongs!” Sirius laughed.

“Tell us!” Lily said.

“I actually found out a that I have healing powers..” he said, waiting for a reaction.

“No way..” James said.

“I do.” Sirius smiled, showing everyone the light coming out of his hands.

Since only Lily, James, him and Peter know about me being a werewolf, he didn’t say he healed me.. but by the faces James and Lily made, they knew. Lily was trying not to tear up. She knows how I suffer every month and she was happy i didn’t have to from now on. We continued playing until Sophie fell asleep on Regulus’ lap and until Mary was a bit too drunk. Days like these made me feel like the world was on pause.

-Remus
March 5th 1976

04/02/16 // I’m so happy with my To Kill a Mockingbird mind maps so far - I’ve only done two themes and no characters yet but I’m really enjoying making them. I hope that the theme question in my exam is on Growing Up or something similar because I really have a lot to say on it.

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Hi everyone! I’m feeling really good today! Came back from Slovakia late last night but thankfully we had left the whole house clean and tidy. Working from home today and it’s really sunny so I’m doing loads of laundry to avoid using the drier (gotta take advantage of sunny days in Britain, they don’t come often!).
Going to the gym later today and get some groceries to make some yummy meals for this week.
I’ve been feeling better and better after deciding to take a break from my Masters. A weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I am just serene and enjoying my life day by day. In the past two weeks I read two books and before that I couldn’t even pick up a non-academic book without feeling guilty.
Finally thinking about my needs and not what I think I should be doing!
Just living and loving this great life! ❤☀

i’ll make a more official post when people might be awake, but!! that novella i’ve been working on, that i started like….a year ago and then didn’t touch forever?

It has just finished going through it’s almost final stage of editing. I’m hoping to get it through beta-reading if I can, but I am extremely happy with it and so so so excited!

You don’t need an Altar. Don’t believe me?

“ If time and place do not permit outward expression, or if but meagre forms are present, then let the world be transformed through imaginal empowerment and let no limit be placed upon the splendour of the mind’s creation. “ - Andrew Chumbley The Dragon Book of Essex

This is one of those high-dollar fancy books that people will climb over broken glass to get at. It’s considered “legit”, and look at all that flowery language. Bro knows what he’s doin’.

In case you’re having trouble reading that he says “If you can’t have an actual altar, or if the altar you have is kinda lame don’t worry - IMAGINE it better. And don’t just imagine it kinda better, nah. Imagine it MEGA better. Imagine a fuckin’ pyramid or some shit.”

Reasons to be excited for fall
  • 1. Not sweating your ass off 24/7 and actually getting to wear jeans, boots, and sweaters.
  • 2. Rainy nights and misty mornings.
  • 3. Baking nonstop and also eating nonstop cause you really don't care about your summer bod anymore.
  • 4. Because there are nothing better than lazy fall days where you can relax with a book, blanket, and cup of tea.
  • 5. Because there is basically just one holiday after another and it's great to see your family and be in festive mode 24/7.
  • 6. There is nothing better than candles, and crunchy leaves, and seeing red and orange everywhere you go, and listening to indie folk, and watching horror movies, and visiting coffee shops, and buying new sweaters, and OMG I LOVE FALL.

anonymous asked:

i just wanted to tell u guys that i think you're amazing and deserve the world for always giving us everything u have in every book bc as a reader i can feel how much u love your characters and how much u guys love us u always manage to surprise me with every story and get better and better with every book so i trust u guys with my life and i know u will give me an amazing book every time so yeah,, ily guys and I CAN'T WAIT FOR DAMAGED LIKE US OMG anyways i hope u have an amazing day <3

Thank you!! And thank you for trusting us!!! It means soooo much to us!!! Lots of fun times & romance coming soooooon with the Like Us series!! *hugs you tight* 

Originally posted by manichero-tommy-peter