there you have it once again folks

Send To All

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Requested by anonymous:

“hey there! I don’t know if you’re still doing 1D requests but I was wondering if I could request a Harry Styles imagine?? idk if you know of it but there’s a comedian called michael mcintyre who has a chat show and he has a segment called ‘send to all’ where he sends a mass text from the guests phone and reads the replies - anyways I was wondering if you could do a request where the reader is a celebrity and secretly dating Harry and their relationship gets exposed or something through this?? xx”

Warnings: None?? tiny bit of language and fluff I suppose

Notes: This gif has no relevance it just fucking kills me omg (also I’m so excited to write for harry eek)


“Good luck love, I know you’ll be amazing as always. Thinking of you and can’t wait to finally hold you in my arms tomorrow. H x” 

You felt your heart constrict and a buzz fill your body, a smile tugging up on your lips as your eyes scanned over the text your boyfriend had just sent you. Your thumbs hovered anxiously over the keyboard as you mulled over what you should reply with. You had just decided on replying with words teasing him about how he signed his texts just like his tweets when you were interrupted. 

“*yn*, we’re ready for you.” 

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ASKS - Names

Asks sent to my main, answered here. Themes - what’s a true name, exactly?

  • Anon said: So what happens with people who have officially changed their names? I’m thinking especially for trans students who change names to match their gender, but anybody who’s gone through the process of legally changing names. Would their deadname still be their “true name” as far as the Gentry are concerned?
  • Anon said: how would the name thing work with deadnames? would the deadname be the “real name” or the name from birth?
  • Anon said: What if you legally changed your name? Would that still hold power or something or just your birth name?
  • Anon said: More for the name things: What about trans students? My name is Lucian but my birth name is completely different. Which one would count as my true name?
  • Anon said: In terms of trans folks at EU, would their birth name be the one that could control them? Or would it be their preferred name?
  • Anon said: About the name thing, how does that work for trans people? Do the fae go by birth certificate or what you believe as your name?
  • Anon said: What about preferred names? Like I don’t feel any attachment to my birth/legal name and no one calls me by it. What would be considered dangerous to use?
  • orendork said: EU question: Would a trans person’s real name be their birth name or their chosen name?? Like would it be safe to go by a chosen name?
  • lupus-lunarem submitted: At elsewhere University if you have a legal name change which name is then used against you? Your birth name or changed name?
  • Anon said: In response to the question of “true names”, I wonder if the Fae could be tricked by the giving of a deadname. Perhaps a trans person/someone who changed their name for personal reasons might be able to give a member of the Folk their deadname as a part of a bargain & the faery would accept it as a part of the bargain, since more antiquated traditions might designate that as the “true name”. However, since the person’s deadname doesn’t really have power over them, the bargain could be safe while remaining valid
  • zeromylesperhour said: I rly liked your idea of the trans kids playing games for simple things like voice changes. I’ve also always thought about how true names would work in that situation! Like a faerie might think it has power over a trans kid because it knows their “name” but it’s their birth name and not their real name.

Especially in a place where belief holds such power as it does at Elsewhere University, your true name would be your preferred name - the one that means you, heart and soul. While on campus, you should keep it secret from all but those you trust with your life. Your deadname would have no power over you. The legal status of your true name doesn’t matter; it draws its power from the weight and identity you give it.

As far as the Gentry are concerned, in folklore one’s true name was often synonymous with one’s birth name, and I imagine that because of this, for a time after Elsewhere began to seep back into the world, they would ask a birth name as a price for a boon, and occasionally be very, very surprised when it was given without a fight and held no power at all. They have learned to be more careful for what they ask for since then, but not after several rather embarrassing deals, and every once in a while one of the more antiquated Fair Folk will make this mistake over again.

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I love that we’re getting some ambiguity about Whitestone, because I think it’s been clear from the start that Vex (and, hell, even Percy) has some pretty damn massive reservations about living happily ever after as a noble in a big castle. I mean, the whole point of her character arc was the acknowledgment that the title, that trying to be nobility to impress a bunch of stuck-up elves who’d set impossible standards for her, was a bunch of delightful bullshitting and changed nothing and the resolution was in how freeing it was to rub it in their faces and then go back to being her again without that shadow of expectation. It was about forgiveness and growth. 

So… well, yeah, I figure it makes perfect sense that she’d be uncertain about the prospect of actually becoming the thing she was always torn apart for not being, you know? I’ve talked in the past about how Percy and Vex both use masks to face their problems, how masks can be invaluable because they let you become someone else when you’re not feeling strong enough to be you, but the moral of that story has never been “so the best thing to do is to weld that mask to your face and never take it off.”

Like, you can be head-over-heels in love with this ship and still acknowledge that it’s been like a week in-game and they’re obviously still sussing out the long-term implications. I am not at all surprised that Vex was explicitly “????????????” about the idea when Vax brought it up, and I guess I’m also not at all surprised that some folks are determinedly minimizing the notion that this decision is a difficult one for her especially to make because of the one-two combo of that wariness re: making the mask permanent and the fact that her brother is a completely essential part of her life.

I mean, this has the potential to be such a fun and interesting well of characterization to explore ship-wise—I’d love to see talk about how best that compromise could happen, how best these kids could take a step back from the notions of nobility and traditional responsibility that have made both of their lives miserable, how best they could keep their other relationships bright and shining and immediate in their lives without losing sight of each other—and yet there are some folks just walling that well up and pretending it ain’t even there.

Basically, I’d love to never again see variations on the theme of: “Friendship and family are the things you grow out of once you fall in love.”

Unknown King

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU (sort of)

Summary: We’re readying GG right now in my American lit. class and let me tell yOU, this book is so beautifully written that I  could cry. It does not take place in the Roaring Twenties because I just didn’t want it to be that way. If you want to be added to the tag list tell me (THiS is A SERIES)

Word count: 1.2k+

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Before you left home, your mother made sure that you knew the procedure when meeting someone new. “Be nice and never left them know you hate them if you do,” She had said. “But more importantly, try to fit in.” You had moved to New York, still living in a dream. You got a job as a journalist and hoped to become an author one day. Though you hadn’t even begun writing your book, you decided a new location would inspire you.

So you left your small town home to the Big Apple. You had enough money to get you through five months of necessities and hoped your journalist job at The Report would do you justice. You really didn’t know that your home was in the middle of one of the most wealthy parts of town. It was the cheapest home up for sale and now you knew why. There were photos but those must’ve been taken years ago. The paint job looked sloppy and it looked like your home would fall apart any second. The garden did, however, make up for it.

Your gaze moved to your neighbor’s home. Though it didn’t look like a home, more like a palace. It was grand and made your abode look like a shack where they kept the gardening tools. If people passed by, they would possibly gawk at the castle instead of your eyesore. You rolled up your sleeves and began to unpack. Not a moment to lose, this was gonna be a long day ahead of you.


“Hey, Rookie,” A girl sauntered towards your way and leaned against your desk. “How’s the day treating ya?”

You shrugged, “Better than I expected, to be honest. This is my first time in a big city. I’m glad I didn’t get lost.”

She shrugged, her blonde fringe sweeping to the side, “You’ll get used to it. In about a week, you’ll know how the ropes work. What about your neighborhood? Not all these streets are rainbows and lollipops.”

“Actually, I only have one neighbor. The next house is about a half a mile down the road.”

“Wait, you don’t mean,” She paused. “You bought that house next to Barnes’ place didn’t you?”

“Barnes?” You asked.

“He has a really big house, almost looks like a castle,” She quickly explained.

“Yeah,” You replied. “Huh, I didn’t think anyone lived there. No one ever comes out.”

“Trust me, hun, you’ll regret ever choosing to live there by the end of the week.” She smirked.

“Why is that?” You asked.

“Oh, you’ll know,” She smiled and began walking away. “The name’s Emma by the way.”

“Y/N,” You called back, but she was already rounding the corner.


When you got home, you stopped under the large willow tree that cast its shadow across your cottage. Your gaze moved to the mansion that loomed over you. It looked empty, dark. Still like the night, with no signs of life. The movement of a curtain made your eyes snap to the window the faced you. If someone was watching you, they were gone by now.

You heard some rumors about your neighbor. Though you only knew his last name and you weren’t entirely sure the gossip was true. The things they said were just bizarre. It seems like no one truly knows him. He’s seen as this grand person that captivates people’s attention, yet no one knows who he is. He’s a ghost.

I heard that he’s associated with a mafia. Which is why he’s so wealthy.” A girl by the name of Maria had told you during your lunch break. She leaned on her hand in a very relaxed kind of way.

“Mumbo, jumbo,” Eric spun around, stirring his coffee with a spoon. “He surely won the lottery.”

“As if! Robin told me that he killed his family in order to get the insurance money. Which is why now he’s mafia. Makes sense,” Maria shot back.

“Is this all true?” You had asked, completely bewildered by their statements.

“I do believe he’s in a mafia. He scares me,” Maria shuddered.

“You’ve never even met the man,” Eric continued.

Maria shrugged, “I heard what I heard and that’s final.”

And just like that, the topic of Barnes was finished by those single words. Leaving you as confused as ever.

You walked into your home, lighting up the place with a few bulbs that you had to buy. The music of crickets danced through the cool night air. Your eyes were weary with sleep and you soon found yourself collapsing onto your mattress, falling into a deep sleep.


Friday morning, you walked out onto your porch. You carried your only house plant and didn’t want it to die so you were striving to keep it alive and well. The noise coming from your neighbor’s house made you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head in that direction. Dozens of servants were going in and out of the home. Carrying plates of food, various bottles of alcoholic beverages, ice sculptures and other countless things that only seemed fit at a royal ball. Gardeners trimmed the hedges and cut the grass, tended to the luscious garden with the grand fountain in the middle of it.

You found yourself gawking at all the work they were getting done. The sound of the pot steaming made you rush inside to shut off the stove. The water was had nearly evaporated. You frowned and filled the pot with water before putting it on the stove once again. A knock at your door made your head perk up. You haven’t had visitors since you moved here. You went towards your door and was met with one of your neighbor’s servants. He wore a dark blue suit. His head held high with a letter cradled in his hands.

You opened the door, “Hello, can I help you with something?”

“Mr. Barnes would like to invite you to his party, later on, today,” He handed you the letter. Without another word, he turned on his heel and left you on your porch. Completely bewildered.

You tore the letter open. The fine, black ink stood out on the creme colored stationary. It read:

I would be honored to have you over as my guest at my small party in the evening. I understand that you’re my new neighbor and would like to welcome you with open arms. The party begins after eight o’ clock.

Signed, Barnes

You weren’t one for parties, so instead you shrugged your shoulders and set aside the letter. Not giving it a second thought for the rest of the day.

That night, after eight o’ clock, cars and limousines flooded the driveway if Barnes’ palace. Men and women drove from all across the city to this party to kill the night. Music erupted from the windows of the house and flooded into yours. You could almost hear the joy coming from the people’s tongues. You finally understood why Emma had told you you’d regret buying the place, but truthfully, you didn’t regret a thing.

The party didn’t end until the ungodly hours struck the clock. Little by little the people left the party. They were laughing as they crawled into the backseat while their chauffeur held the doors open for the drunken folks. The wealthy all seemed satisfied after having a party of money. Once they all disappeared into the night, the mansion was left alone and dark once again as it was earlier before, leaving the servants to clean up the mess the next morning.

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Hamilton Act II: A Summary

What’d I Miss: french fry is back, this time with jazz

Cabinet Battle #1: my talents include looking snazzy, quick comebacks, and eliminating all chances for friendship upon first meeting people

Take a Break: I will try to get away *doesn’t try* well I did my best I think

Say No to This: let’s play a game called ignore the ensemble

The Room Where It Happens: I’m going to continue my theory of “maybe if I just stand here nothing bad will happen ever” but this time I’m going to be standing next to senators

Schuyler Defeated: I’m sure he already knows *looks out window to see Alexander lighting Burr’s house on fire*

Cabinet Battle #2: you must be outta your gODDAMN MIND

Washington On Your Side: salt squad assemble

One Last Time: you’re all exhausting I’m taking a permanent vacation try not to kill each other

I Know Him: *gets out a bucket of popcorn* I’m ready to watch your life fall apart

The Adams Administration: in addition to dressing snazzy, having quick comebacks, and being bad at making friends, my talents also include getting fired and not handling it well

We Know: it’s a good idea to tell a bunch of people who hate you something they could use to ruin your life

Hurricane: we’ve established that I don’t make very good choices but just in case you don’t get that yet I must do another stupid thing

The Reynolds Pamphlet: oh shit wait I shouldn’t have done that maybe

Burn: these letters are on fire and you will be too if you mess up again aka FEELINGS

Blow Us All Away: “what if he shoots me” “why would he do that, here take some guns see you at dinner”

Stay Alive (Reprise): get ready folks, once the tears start they aren’t going to stop for a while

It’s Quiet Uptown: no more politics for me they ruined my life

The Election of 1800: ok maybe just a lil bit more politics what could go wrong

Your Obedient Servant: shit that’s what could go wrong aka sass

Best of Wives and Best of Women: meeting means both meeting and gun fight apparently

The World Was Wide Enough: shooting your friends generally results in the realization afterwards that it was a bad idea

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: if you thought you were done feeling things you were WRONG. feelings time lasts until you’ve run out of tears

The Sims 4: New Game Patch (May 25th, 2017)

Update: 05/25/2017 – PC Version 1.30.103.1010 / Mac Version 1.30.103.1210

Hello Simmers,

Welcome to the base game release for Parenthood! Which is all about those quiet family moments. Taking time to enjoy when things settle down. When all becomes quiet, and you can just take it all in, reflecting upon life…

..er, wait sorry. That’s like 20-30 years after parenthood begins (results may vary).

I meant to say, this is a hectic time. A time of crazy, noise filled chaos, where the concept of quiet exists for only 3 hours between 2 and 5 am. And where tension is worn like a badge of honor! So wear yours with pride, and let’s start with just a little bit of what’s new in this release…

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Homeless Writer Whores Out What Little Talent They Have!

You heard it here, folks— DeForest Francis, age 21, is, once again, jobless. Maybe it was the clear-cut case of being a huge fucking queer, maybe it was the shadiness young DeForest naturally exudes, maybe it’s just because they found out that DeForest is a couch-surfer living on the good graces of @freyja-not-freya​ and her father, but the fact is, DeForest needs money, and he needs it now. School payments loom on the horizons, along with the staggering reality that no, DeForest simply cannot live on a couch forever, even if it is semi-collapsible. But have no fear! Our young hero has come up with a solution.

For reasonable prices, DeForest, former literary magazine editor and contributor and current fanfiction writer, is willing to write just about anything, whether it be fanfiction or original! Choose any topic you wish to read about, any specifications you desire, and a word count, then send it along in a private message to @starhobbitwrites​! Payment will follow only upon completion of the piece, which will be published on AO3, starhobbit.livejournal/.dreamwidth, and/or on tumblr*.

Commissions:

$1- 100 words
$8- 1,000 words
$65- 10,000 words


DeForest would really appreciate your help, as DeForest is me! At least until I’m working again, I’m happy to take anything you throw at me— poetry, epics, drabbles, whatever. Writing is my only talent, and I’m trying to use it to help keep myself from really getting screwed. Any interest would be appreciated.

*Should it be desired, work can be passed on privately via email in PDF format

• pick your choice

nonnie requested: Can you do one where Reader has to choose between Cisco and Winn? Like maybe she’s from Winn’s Earth but Cisco always opens breaches to go see her, and slowly they both fall for her, but she doesn’t wanna choose because she likes them both and doesn’t wanna hurt anyone? She can either end up choosing in the end or not - whichever goes better.

A/N: Ooh very, very interesting concept you have going here nonnie, I like it. This will actually have three parts, this is part one and the two other are where you decide to go stay with Winn or go to Earth-1 with Cisco. Why you ask? Well I couldn’t decide which one reader should go with so I’m going to create two different endings and the fact I love both nerds. And Kara is a goo friend. Warning, it got a little long. And as always requests are open unless stated otherwise by me!

  

                » Relationship(s): Winn Schott & Reader (crushing), Cisco Ramon & Reader (crushing), Kara Danvers & Reader (friendship) «

“And there she is, our Supergirl has done it again folks!” You say with a smile as you high fived Winn as Kara gave a small blush and bowed when she landed on her feet. You were one the people on team Supergirl on Earth-38 who helped save the world, well kind of. You were like Dr. Caitlin Snow from Earth-1 which you may have met once or twice from the last time that both Earths were in dangers, just minus the snow powers. You went over to the blonde haired superhero to check for anything that needed to be treated as you started treating a wound. “Thanks again Y/N.”

She commented as Winn tried his hardest to not stare, but there you were doing what you did best. Winn had a crush on you, Dr. Y/N L/N came into the picture which was a couple months ago when you realized how odd he was acting with Kara. Soon knowing her secret identity after seeing her in her get up of her superhero persona. You were smart and had a certain quirk you had about you that he liked, however he wasn’t the only one who had a massive crush on you. Remember talking about Earth-1? Well on Earth-1 there was another person who liked you and that was Vibe, or better known as Cisco Ramon who was one of the brains on Team Flash. He would sometimes open breaches to see you and ask about Supergirl related things and you would ramble about some things that you could say.

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“Before Eclipsa Butterfly ran away with a monster, it was deemed impossible for a Monster and a Mewman to live with one another, let alone have any kind of relationship based on mutual respect. Even with this example, bispecial relationships are virtually non-existent among common folk. However, since the Septarsis Clan has proved time and time again that their loyalty is with their true Queen, we have decided that the Monster Settlement Act will start with their youngest monster. Toffee will live within the kingdom and attend school here. Other monsters will follow once we have proven that this arrangement is possible. My fellow Mewmans, I ask that you show nothing but your genuine respe-”

 “-Mother, I know it is rude to ask, but are you sure about this?”

 I was practicing how to draw toffee and eclipsa for another au, but kinda made an au of my own. (I’m just gonna call it Monster Love Au)

anonymous asked:

What's the meanest nickname you ever gave someone?

Okay, so I’m gonna tell you the nicknames plural, but first I need to tell you about the guy I used them on because if you don’t understand what he’s like, you might think he didn’t deserve every horrible thing anyone ever said to him. 

There was this guy I hated at my college. The first time we met, he saw that my messenger bag had a picture of Mandy Patinkin as “Che” in Evita made to look like the iconic Che Guevara image. When he asked why it wasn’t actually Che, I said it was because I’m a huge Mandy Patinkin fan and then said “plus Mandy is way less controversial.” He literally screamed at me for implying Che Guevara had done something to be controversial and asked “are you even a communist?!

He dressed “steampunk” but this mostly involved wearing a tweed jacket and and bowler hat everywhere. Sometimes the jacket would be lime green instead, and sometimes the hat would be a stetson or a civil war style hat. He always wore dress shoes specifically because he liked seeing people straighten up in their seats when he walked in the classroom because they made him sound like a professor approaching. Note: there’s nothing wrong with this aesthetic, but he could not pull it off. 

One time, I was hanging out with some cool folks I knew and one of them happened to be dating the only person who could stand to be his friend for more than two months, and earlier in the day a security guard gave me a nice umbrella from the lost and found, with like a wooden hook handle. He asked me if he could have it, for free, and I told him no, I needed it to get home, and he ONCE AGAIN screamed at me “come on, man, you know that’s totally my style.” Later, he pulled me aside and told me the rest of the group was too polite to say it but they all hated me and wanted me to leave them alone. A few months later all the folks at the table told me they were actually all thinking that about him

He was also horrifically racist, often advocating for ethnic cleansing in classes. He was a raging misogynist, openly expressing his hatred of women and ending every argument with “are you on your period?” He kept a photograph of his own penis on his phone so that, whenever someone questioned his manhood, he could show them. That part always confused me, because like, he was willing to sexually harass people by exposing his genitals to them without consent, but apparently didn’t bring his actual penis with him because he had to show them an easily-doctored digital photograph? I’m not saying he should have whipped out his actual dick but I’m surprised he didn’t

He was in my World War II class and on the first day he told one girl his plan was to “only show up on days with quizzes, tests, and papers, leaving once he turns them in, and getting straight A’s anyway.” Anyone following this strategy might not have read the part of our syllabus saying our professor’s attendance policy, which was that you don’t get credit for a quiz, test, or paper if you leave right after you hand them in, and after a certain number of unexcused absences you lose the entire 20% attendance and participation grade, meaning at the end of the semester he had an average grade of 0%. 

For the final paper of the class, we had to write a paper on one of the books from a list provided by the professor, and the syllabus said it had to be a book IN ADDITION TO our assigned textbook and collateral texts. Because some of our class texts were on the list of acceptable books, I accidentally wrote a paper on one of them without realizing it wasn’t allowed. About a week before the paper was due, I asked the professor just to be sure, and he made an announcement clarifying that it wasn’t allowed, and reiterated it in the remaining class sessions. Guess who we hadn’t seen since the last test and wouldn’t see again until the next paper? 

Dude turned in a paper on the main class textbook. The professor gave everyone who made this mistake a week’s extension to fix it, but this dude sent the professor an angry email stating that he would not be rewriting his paper and would gladly “rather take a zero” because he felt the professor shouldn’t have said the main text was allowed (he actually explicitly said it wasn’t allowed) and that he “hadn’t learned a thing about World War II” in the class, which we all pointed out was probably because he’d never been to the class. The professor was actually so shocked by the email that he removed this dude’s name and sent it out to the class and explained to us that he doesn’t actually need the papers and he gave us extensions because he wants us to pass, so not turning it in isn’t hurting anyone but us. 

Anyone who disagreed with him would, without fail, result in no less than five minutes of sulking. He would literally stay in the area so he could give you dirty looks while he was upset at you. My personal favorite was the time people were debating with the religious zealots shouting on campus and he kept shouting unfunny jokes, and the bible-shouters were using him as an example, and finally I heard a bunch of guys saying “he’s worse than the bible dudes” and “if that dude says one more thing I’m gonna kick his ass” and I finally told him to shut up, that no one thought he was funny, and that he was hurting more than he was helping. He sat down and sulked on a bench for twenty minutes while glaring at me and telling his friends I’d been mean to him for no reason. 

Okay, so now that you know about this person I had the displeasure of crossing paths with so many times, here’s some of the many mean nicknames I came up with for him:

  1. The Victorian Error
  2. Sweeney Toddler
  3. Jack the Ripper’s Amish Cousin
  4. Beadle Bamford (I know this is two Sweeney Todd references but he really looked like Beadle Bamford)
  5. Professor Dickpic
  6. Guy who wears your granddad’s clothes but doesn’t look incredible
  7. Greasy Beardmouth
  8. Captain Pube-beard
  9. Beardface the Hostile Leprechaun
  10. That pile of sweaty hats that hangs around Chris

Bonus: After the final for that World War II class I was talking to that professor and three of my classmates (who are women) and I told them about that dude’s tendency to end arguments with “are you on your period” and my classmates spent five minutes describing and miming how much they wanted to punch this guy in the testicles. In front of our grinning World War II professor. Who was holding the final exams we just finished taking under his arm. 

Out of Tune

Continuing the Soulmate Tour that I’m totally not copying off of @skyeec2

1. Where your Soulmate tastes what you are eating – Sefikura


Zack knew the woman who sang to him so often was not his mother. Their songs were way too different. His mother’s song were bright, cheery, meant to bring him happiness. 

The other woman’s songs were slower, much more expressive. As he grew older, he realized the songs were tragedies of great heroes…the same heroes in his father’s stories. 

When his mother finally did explain what he was hearing, he felt confident. They both heard the same legends, the same tales. Surely he could find soulmate. When his mother laughed at his bold declaration, he started second guessing himself. 


When the woman stopped singing those songs, a young clear voice, still an unsteady soprano took over. By that time, Zack had got it into his head that he should become a hero…just like the ones in those songs, minus the whole dying part. 

For his part, his father tried to talk him into becoming a fisherman like him,  but in reality he didn’t want that life for his kid either. Hero sounded better. His mother never quite forgave him for that. 


Zack had taken to closing his eyes and listening when the crisp clear soprano began to sing. It had evened out with age and was beginning to crack itself into a tenor from time to time. 

The singer had also expanded their singing repertoire. He still heard those old hero songs…but now and then he swore he heard songs that were on his father’s radio. 

It was those times that Zack’s mentor Angeal decided he needed to get up and get training again. 

“Come on Ange,” Zack grumbled, “he’s almost to my favorite part.”

“You have thirty seconds,” Angeal said. Zack waited ten more before hopping to his feet. 

He missed Angeal’s fond headshake at him. 


Once the voice settled neatly into it’s tenor Zack began looking more and more hopefully in the shops and on the older radio stations, looking for new or upcoming folk singers. 

He was adamant that this person had to be becoming famous somewhere. Angeal humored him, but Zack was pretty sure he didn’t believe. 


They were traveling up into the mountains. Angeal heard about a dragon plaguing a few of the villages up there and decided it was as good a time to test Zack as any. 

They found it along the main road up to a foreboding Mount Nibel. A few of the villagers from Nibelhiem were trapped there. A teenaged girl about Zack’s age begged them to help find her friend who had gotten separated from them. 

They watched a blonde boy scamper around rocks, trying to stay out of sight of the dragon. He was doing well, until the best began smashing rocks in its frustration. 

“Fetch,” was all Angeal said and Zack was off. The dragon roared as Zack helped up the boy and half ran, half carried him to safety. Angeal started in with his sword drawn and Zack sprinted to join him. 

Angeal had taught him well and the dragon really wasn’t that difficult of an opponent. They were walking back to the stranded people in less than fifteen minutes, their cheers making Zack blush a little. Angeal nudged him, nodding at the blonde he’d rescued. He looked relieved to see them both alive. 

They were invited to stay at the inn for free, since one of them happened to be the mayor’s daughter. 

“Cloud is going to be singing tonight,” she told them excitedly, “he’s the best singer in town.” 

“Shut up Tifa,” the blonde said, turning a bright shade of red. 

“You are!” she insisted. 

“What do you sing?” Zack asked. Angeal rolled his eyes a little, used to the usual question. Zack had a right to look. 

“Oh…just old folk stuff mostly,” Cloud said, “I’ve been trying to write some of my own-”

“Those ones are the best,” Tifa insisted, making him blush more. 

“Do you know the one about the mortal who turned out to be Odin’s son?” Zack asked, “I can’t remember the title.” Cloud had only sung one verse (enough for Angeal to decide he was actually quite good) when Zack tripped and fell flat on his face. 

“It’s you…” Zack said, “It’s you!” Cloud was confused as Zack turned to Angeal and said, “I told you he was a good singer!” 


“Do you think…you’d ever write a song about me?” Zack asked shyly. Cloud looked thoughtful. 

“Most of the ones I wrote were about you,” Cloud admitted, “but I guess I could write another, just give me some time to come up with words that rhyme with Zack.”

Giving Your Character the Introduction He/She Deserves

                    The simple directness of Neil Gaiman

Shadow’s Introduction from American Gods

I think the way Gaiman introduces Shadow is just near perfect.

“He was big enough and looked don’t-fuck-with-me enough that his biggest problem was killing time. So he kept himself in shape, taught himself coin tricks, and though a lot about how much he loved his wife.

The best thing — in Shadow’s opinion, perhaps the only good thing — about being in prison was a feeling of relief. The feeling that he plunged as low as he could plunge and he’d hit bottom. He didn’t worry that the man was going to get him, because the man had got him. He was no longer scared of what tomorrow might bring, because yesterday had brought it.”

In the opening page, Gaiman describes:

  1. Shadows appearance.
  2. Shadow’s passion.
  3. Shadow’s Mentality.

Woah, the trifecta right off the bat?? These six sentences show us three of the most important things about Shadow. I think they solidify such an image that there is hardly a need to add any more description about Shadow throughout the book.

Now you try! What does your character look like? What is his passion, how do they think? Write two sentences about each and mold them into a paragraph. See how it turns out. What? you already have an agent?? Good job.

Bod’s Introduction from The Graveyard Book

“Bod was a quiet child with sober eyes and a mop of tousled, mouse colored hair. He was, for the most part, obedient. He learned how to talk, and, once he had learned, he would pester the graveyard folks with questions”

From this we have.

  1. Bod’s appearance. (Sober eyes/ mouse colored hair)
  2. Bod’s actions. (Obedient)
  3. Bod’s mentality. (He loves to ask questions and learn about the world around him)

Again, three characteristic all rolled up into the introduction.

Me: Neil Gaiman, could you give me advice on how to introduce my character?

Neil Gaiman: Show how your character thinks when you are introducing them. It can be as simple as, “so and so loved to ask questions.“

Me: Thanks!

Richard Mayhew’s Introduction form Neverwhere

“The night before he went to London, Richard Mayhew was not enjoying himself.”

If you don’t see that pattern yet, then I’ll tell you. Neil Gaiman is super direct and simple. Not that that’s a bad thing. This is really all we need to know about Richard: “He was not enjoying himself,” once Neil contrasts Richard’s mood with the scene (they are in a bar celebrating), then we get an idea of what type of person Richard is. So the advice from Neverwere is:

  1. Be direct
  2. Contrast how your person is feeling and thinking to what is going on around him. 

Final Thoughts:

It’s ok to be simple and direct.

  • “Bod was a quiet child.”
  • “Richard Mayhew was not enjoying himself.”
  • “[Shadow] he kept himself in shape, taught himself coin tricks, and though a lot about how much he loved his wife.”

Try it with your own characters.

  • The thing Susan thought about the most, was how she was going to die.
  • Elliot liked to punch people in the gut. Elliot was an asshole.

Woah, slow down there Neil

A thank you note

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who took the time to reply to my depressed post and to send asks. I’m sorry if I haven’t got round to replying to everyone. I didn’t expect so many people to reply to it. I’m for one sorry that I always let my depression get the better of me and get so low about fandom and my place in it. I’m trying to buck up and realise I don’t have to stress myself out and try to keep up with the other artists in fandom. I should just draw what I can, when I can. And if some weeks I find I can’t draw to not get so upset and just go chill. That in all I’m not so forgettable a person and I do have friends.

 I’ve been finding myself still loving fandom, but at the same time feeling very disenchanted about parts of fandom and I also let that get to me.

I’m going to take a little break from drawing. To relax watch the new trailer and squee with folks. I do have 3 drawings I’ve yet to post here so I can post them up while I’m having my wee break.

 Once again thank you to everyone who helped me and took the time to send me messages. I appreciate it more than you would know ♥

Suspicious Partner Ep.12
  • Wook and Bong Hee are bickering like an old married couple, something they tend to do often. And then he admits something he likely feels he shouldn’t have. In a fit of anger I think he still kinda blames her for what happened with his job. 
  • And then he loses his temper again and she gives it right back to him. Good!
  • Go away Yoo Jung no one wants you, not even the guy you cheated with. And she’s blaming everyone else but herself. 
  • The worst part is that Eun Hyuk still like her. You can see the way he looks at her but they totally blew up the musketeers and he isn’t gonna risk that again. He’s only just got his foot in the door with Ji Wook.
  • Bong Hee is out doing things by herself again because she’s an idiot. Wook told her they were going to do this together. Evil DA show up and there’s going to be trouble isn’t there. 
  • Oh crap it’s his son’s birthday. This is doubly bad. 
  • He sees Bong Hee and is angry that’s she’s happy and smiling. A confrontation on a dark street and he grabs her by the throat. Somebody call the police!
  • He’s made that she’s happy and his son is dead, despite her being found not guilty, he still thinks she murdered his son. 
  • He confesses that if he was anyone else he would have murdered her, literally ripped her to shreds for what he did. This shithead can’t get away with assaulting people so guess what buddy? I’m really looking forward to that moment when you find out the truth because then the fire of a thousands suns will bear down on you. You think no one’s gonna find out what you did? Ji Wook already knows she was injured. Just wait until he finds out it was his old boss? Buddy you are fucked ten ways to Sunday. 
  • The interesting part about the scene where he finds out is how he asks what happens, she doesn’t wanna talk about it and he lets it go. Asks if she’ll be okay and leaves it at that. He doesn’t push for an answer though I’m sure it will come out eventually. I’m wondering if she doesn’t want to cause him more grief with this guy who’s been shown to be abusive in the past (he hit Ji Wook multiple times after dropping the case), and was ultimately responsible for Ji Wook having to leave that job.
  • CEO Byun is slowly being trained to call Bong Hee by name and not treat her like a gopher which I’m very pleased about. 
  • At this point they don’t know that the murder was made to look like a robbery and that evidence was tampered with.
  • But look! Bong Hee and Ji Wook ARE working together now, tracking down evidence, talking to possible witnesses, forgetting where they parked.
  • And then the super trope of a rainstorm happens. We even get a Wook smile out of the scene. 
  • Then he gives her a look, the kinda look that says everything without saying a word. Like I said, he’s totally screwed.
  • Yoo Jung appears to be ill.
  • Wook and Bong Hee are on their way to court and run into shitheadDA. Wook puts the pieces together and takes her hand. She’s clearly scared of the guy now that he’s proven to be physically violent towards her.
  • Wook, being the smarty that he is, proposes there was no robbery committed at all and moves to dismiss all charges against defendant.
  • Yoo Jung looks like she’s about to collapse, Wook leaves Bong Hee to drive Yoo Jung home(?) and I really hope this isn’t something she’s putting on just to get his attention. Poor Bong Hee and Eun Hyuk. 
  •  Of course, Ji Wook isn’t home when Bong Hee gets there. Are we to assume the worst? Is history just repeating itself?
  • Yoo Jung asks him to come inside and “have tea”. Buddy do NOT go inside with her. She tries to explain she was “super thirsty” and he wasn’t enough for her. You know sometimes oversharing is a bad thing. He didn’t ever need to know this. 
  • So she confesses that she wants to be with him again despite having cheated on him before. Dude you already burned him once and he’s not stupid. Why would he fall for that shit again? 
  • Poor Bong Hee’s waiting up for him because despite promising herself to not like him, to keep her distance she totally can’t help it. 
  • Oh thank fuck. 
  • He doesn’t look so good and her solution is a hug. 
  • Oh shit, she tells him how she feels. Bad idea! BAD IDEA! He just told Yoo Jung no so he’s not gonna do this now. 
  • We were THIS close folks. He thought about it decided against it. 
  • Wow our poor girl’s been shot down twice now. 
  • His internal narration thought shows us that he’s scared of being burned again which is totally understandable. So now both our leads are hurting. I think it’s gonna take a while before we’re back in this position. First we need trust and communication, a good solid foundation because either is gonna lay down their hearts. 

Hey, old folks home waitress again!

Boy howdy do i love it when the old bats think i can do a million things at once! I’ll be taking an order and i hear “excuse me! Miss! I/he/she would like such and such” and i give them the 1 sec sign and they’ll look so offended! Like i know you can’t see that great but i am obviously in the middle of taking someone’s order so now i have to ask them AGAIN because they talked over their order. Oh and it’s fantastic when someone orders something and another person at the same table says “i’ll have what she’s having” right when i drop it off when i could have been making both oh and by all means ask me for another thing when i drop that off too when you could have just asked for the thing with your order. And yes PLEASE make me get the smallest thing for you that can wait till AFTER i reset a table right this instant, it’s not like i’m trying to create less work for myself and my coworkers when i get back from my break or, hey, actually get to my break ON TIME for fucking once.

Once again, Jim brings the truthsauce to Donald’s bbq.  Hi, folks, the man in the US Hotseat is not only lying to you, he thinks you’re stupid.

But we have to remember that while the Orange Puff is playing to the idiots in the bleachers, Congress is approving vile things being done to the country.

We have to pay attention to both, but most especially the things that can become law.  

And for those who want to dismiss my concerns as “social justice warrioring,” if being a SJW means not wanting to return to the days when the air was (grimily) visible and anyone who wasn’t a straight white male wasn’t, then hell yes, sign me up.

/rant


(for the record, I think it’s highly probable that the Orange Puff is being fed this crap as a diet and just regurgitating it.  He’s not an idiot within certain levels, but he is arrogant enough to think that being smart in a small portion of the world (manipulating people) means he’s smart enough to understand everything, and egocentric enough to have ‘forgotten’ the moment of panic he’s had whenever faced with the reality of his new job.)

I have a thing to say about Mor and I’m only going to say it once and I’m never going to talk about it again, so don’t ask me to rehash opinions. These are just some observations that I think a lot of folks are missing and I wanted to put them out there. Spoilers below, etc, etc.   

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Finding Home (5)

Summary: Avengers High School AU. Gender neutral reader-insert. You, the new kid, just want to be left alone. But instead, you get the Avengers gang – and maybe, a new home too.

Warnings: Cursing. Hangover. Vomit. SO MUCH ANGST OMG.

Author’s Note: I am SO SORRY THIS TOOK A WHILE. I’ve had a hella busy week, so I only managed to finish it today. This was supposed to be uber fluffy, but it ended being uber heavy, omg. Get ready for that! Enjoy! Let me know what you think!

Finding Home: Part #1: beginning. Part #2: accusation.Part #3: restless. Part#4: coin.Part #5: haze.


5: haze

n. a state of confusion

Light exploded on your eyelids. Stinging and blinding, you blinked your eyes open, adjusting to the abrupt burst of brightness. A few moments passed before your vision cleared, and you were met with a gray sky. Wait – what?

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I know it’s ass o’clock in the morning for people like me and it’s also a Monday, so most folks are probably busy right now, but I have a question to pose to our followers and those interested in our McHanzo zine! 

Would you rather have us hold a “contest” to decide who will design the cover of the zine and what it will look like, or pick the artist to design the cover from our pool of contributors once those are all squared away?

If we held the contest, the artist who does the cover image would not be able to make a piece of art for the zine, but books typically show the cover image again in the first few pages, so it’d technically be shown in the zine regardless. It’d just be separated from the others.

It’d also be the first image someone sees when they get their book, possibly including Matt Mercer and Paul Nakauchi, if that sweetens the pot for some folks? (I’m trying to figure out a way to mail stuff to the cryptid known as Paul Nakauchi and I should know sometime in the near future if he has a P.O. box of sorts. I also tried hitting up Matt Mercer to see if he has a specific P.O. box for fanmail, but if push comes to shove, I’ll send it to the Critical Role fan address like most people do.)

The artist or designer of the cover would also get their name placed toward the front among the creators (Kae and myself), the editors, the judges, and anyone else of importance to the creation of the zine. Plus their name would be included with the other contributors as well, which is most likely going to be placed toward the back and span a few pages (since we want to ensure all contributors get plenty of credit where credit is due). 

Things to keep in mind:

  • The cover would be decided by myself, Kae, and our judges (which we will pick very soon), because we don’t want to leave it up to a vote from the general public. 
  • We’ve decided this because if a big artist or designer with a huge following enters, they could always have their followers vote for them, which isn’t fair to smaller artists or designers.
  • There would be one central idea given out to anyone interested in participating. So everyone would have to take the prompt we give (i.e. what we’d ideally like the design to look like) and make their own design following that prompt. 

So does this “contest” sound good or bad?

anonymous asked:

People desperately trying to find a redemption arc for Kylo get on my nerves. I'm not saying he won't get there but that any way that happens, I'll still loathe the crap out of him, he'll still have done awful shit, like killing his father. Good for Leia if she gets her son back but I don't see how that would be that great of a thing either considering. "Remember that time you murdered your father ? Ah you were so young and naive I mean evil." But seriously, stop excusing his every actions folks

From my POV there won’t be any redemption. He killed his own father. He turned against his own mother. He killed hundreds, no, thousands of people. He was a willing participant, a leader even, in genocides. If we think about it, Darth Vader was not redeemed. He saved his son, yes, he killed Palpatine, but he could have stopped years before – once again, he killed Palpatine for his own selfish reasons, which was to save Luke. He never questioned the emperor’s orders and Vader killed entire villages (I remember reading of his involvement in ‘cleansings’, where he and troopers killed entire nations that would not cooperate with the empire). It’s not much different from Kylo Ren. Unless he’s revealed to be a Jedi spy working with Luke or the Resistance (which I doubt), he’s a mass murderer. And tbh I don’t know how anyone - even Leia - could just forgive him.