things i do when i'm meant to be writing an essay

My opinion on the “James vs Snape” issue.

I love the HP fandom, but I just hate how in this fandom Snape gets more love than he deserves, meanwhile James Potter gets more hate than he will ever deserve. I can’t believe that it’s 2017 and people still believe Snape was a hero and James was a terrible person.

James Potter was a jerk when he was a teen and yes, he bullied Snape. But he was 15, and “a lot of people are idiots at the age of fifteen”. Tell me that you weren’t an idiot sometimes at that age, I dare you.

If he was such a bad person, then why was he totally okay with Remus being a werewolf? He loved his friends like nobody else, and it’s canon. He became an unregistered animagi so that his werewolf friend wouldn’t have to suffer through the full moon alone.

Do you realize that when James Potter used Levicorpus on Snape, he had already been planning on becoming a death eater and had been trying to out Remus as a Werewolf? This is actual canon from DH.

You have to remember that even if James was an idiot, Snape was no saint either. Remus even said that Snape “never lost an opportunity to curse James”. In fact, it’s mentioned by anyone who talks about the marauders and Snape that the animosity and hexing between them was mutual, so don’t tell me that only James hexed Snape.  We don’t actually know how one-sided Snape’s bullying was. But if what Remus said it’s true, then it was mutual. Even if Snape’s worst memory is true as told,  this happened after he was openly associating with pureblood supremacists, dismissing the use of dark magic as ‘a joke’. 

You need to remember that James despised Dark Magic, and he couldn’t even just say the word “mudblood”. He was the complete opposite to a pureblood supremacist.

He grew up and became Head Boy. He matured, and did it enough for Lily to fall in love with him.

After school (possibly even in his final year), James grew up, and became part of the Order of the Phoenix as soon as he left Hogwarts. He realized what a douche he was to people and changed for the better. He joined the Order because there were innocent people dying for no reason, and he knew he could fight and help. He joined because he loved Lily and he wanted to make sure there was a future for them, a future where they could live happily ever after. And then he died trying to protect his family. He faced Lord Volvemort wandless, unarmed, so his wife and their baby could escape. James Potter was many things but he was not an idiot. He knew that facing Voldemort at that point would be the last thing he did, but did it anyway. He decided that Lily’s life, and Harry’s, was more important than his own. 

You have to rememeber that literally everybody from Hagrid to Lord Voldemort thought James Potter was a good and brave man. 

On the other hand, Snape called the girl he was ”in love with” a mudblood infront of the entire school. He directly verbally abused her with a racial slur and became involved in a movement that wanted to kill her and eradicate her kind. He chose to shatter their friendship because his ego was hurt that a girl was helping him, even though she probably was the only person who was nice to him. 

His treatment of Petunia was terrible. He’s been bullying people since before he even went to Hogwarts. Since he was little, he thought muggle-borns and muggles were inferior. 

He created a spell that could kill his enemies when he was at Hogwarts. And after that, he finally joined a terrorist organization that wanted to kill people like the woman he was supposed to be in love with. He probably killed and tortured people. He was a loyal Death Eater for multiple years.   

Snape may have loved Lily, but his love for her was selfish, seen in the fact that he was willing to let her husband and her infant child die. Actually, I don’t think he loved her. He was obsessed with her. Or at least, he loved the idea of her that was on his mind, not the real Lily Evans. If he had really loved her, he would have tried to save her family, knowing that she would suffer if they died. But he was willing to let a baby and an innocent man die if it meant he could save Lily. If it meant he could have her. 

And when Lily died to protect her child, he realized that he made the wrong decision and “changed”. He became a spy, and I know it was hard. I understand that. I acknowledge Snape’s efforts as a spy and his contributions to the war. In the end, he turned out to be a brave man who tried to rectify his mistakes. But that doesn’t really change how a terrible person he was.

He abused his students, he bullied them. He targeted Neville, knowing he already had self-esteem issues, knowing what happened to his parents.  He threatened to poison his pet. He consciously targeted someone he perceived as weak, to the point where he became Neville’s worst fear at age 13. A fucking teacher was his biggest fear, not the people that tortured his parents into madness. Don’t you see how fucked up is that?!

Snape body shamed and insulted Hermione, who was an intelligent and hardworking student (just like Lily). He made her cry. 

Yes, he tried to protect Harry, and saved his life more than once. But he also verbally abused him, a neglected, abused, orphan who had done nothing wrong but look like his dead father. A father that he didn’t even know, by the way. Snape mocked and insulted him at every turn. Snape did everything that he could to make Harry’s life miserable because it was his way to have his revenge against James. This is not a 15 years old boy bullying another, it’s a fucking 30 years old man abusing a kid because he couldn’t let it go his hate about a dead person.

He tried to have an innocent man killed because of what happened when they were 16. Yes, Sirius was an idiot for that, I’m not denying it, but he didn’t coerce Snape into doing anything. He just gave him information. It means that Snape, on his own, decided it would be a great idea to sneak into the Shrieking Shack just to prove that Remus was a werewolf. 

He caused Remus to lose his job after spending years suffering in poverty. He deliberately made Remus’ students to write an essay on how to spot and kill a werewolf, to emotionally attack and possibly out him as a werewolf. He later did out him to the entire wizarding world, just because he was angry because Sirius didn’t die.

After seeing the abuse Dursley’s inflicted on Harry, he thought it was funny and felt no sympathy. Harry was fifteen. The same age that Snape was when he was (supposedly) “bullied”. He didn’t care about the abuse, he didn’t see himself in Harry. He thought  it was funny. Fucking funny. 

Usually, people at 15 are jerks and bully each other. But teachers aren’t supossed to abuse kids. 

James Potter was a jackass, but he didn’t join the equivalent of a magical nazi organization when he left Hogwarts. He didn’t experiment with dark magic and he died protecting his family. He grew out of it. He was a good person in the end.

Snape only betrayed Voldemort because he was chasing after Lily. He only left the death eaters because he wanted to protect Lily, if Neville was the chosen one, he would remain in his position as a Death Eater.

So sorry if I prefer James over Snape all the way.

beatrice-babe  asked:

I'm working on an assignment about how we could modify the way we teach Shakespeare so students understand it. In combing through JSTOR (our lord and savior) I found two articles both discussing how damned difficult it is to teach Shakespeare. Each is titled 'Teaching Shakespeare'. One is from 1942. The other is from 1893. It is 2017, and we still don't know how the fuck to teach this shit so people get it. Academic struggles all day every day and literally nothing has changed

University was a dream come true for me. I had amazing lecturers and the class had a three-pronged approach:

1. Explain the historical context of the play, how it was originally performed and how it was received

2. View different modern adaptations (at least 2-3, sometimes more, and ideally look at some from other cultures and in other languages) and compare and contrast how they interpret the same text

3. Encourage students to interpret the text in their own way. Wanna make A Midsummer Night’s Dream about two lesbians, Lysander and Hermia, running away from a homophobic society? Go for it. Now explain why you chose to do that and how you would stage it.

We would have lectures that were theory-based, interrupted by the professor playing some clips from different adaptations. Later in the week we would meet in a theatre space and work with the text physically, vocally, and have an open and honest discussion about what we were studying. We got through one play every two weeks over a 12 week period and came out with a solid understanding of each one. Extraordinary stuff.

Now, compare this approach, which is interesting, engaging and relevant to the modern era and our own experiences, to how it’s traditionally taught in high school.

You sit.

In a room.

You read the play.

You’re stuck with it for weeks and weeks.

You have no fucking clue what’s being said or why you should care. 

Your teacher then asks you to write an essay on a topic that will have some ludicrously long title that you barely understand.

You go away hating Shakespeare and viewing it as horrible and boring. 

And you completely miss what the text is about and what it can be about.

The thing that was really powerful at uni, and what we should endeavour to bring to teenage students, was looking at other people’s adaptations. Reading Shakespeare as a 15 year old, or indeed at any age, can be a struggle. It feels like you’re reading gobbledegook. How the hell are you supposed to understand Elizabethan slang? How are you supposed to engage with the story if you keep reaching for a dictionary every 2 seconds? But that’s where skilled actors and directors come into it, because these guys do the work for you. For example, The Globe theatre is a massive draw for tourists around the world. They perform plays in the original language in a way that is hugely accessible and entertaining for all people, no matter their background. They use voice, action and gesture to make sure you understand. It’s an old maxim that Shakespeare is meant to be seen and not heard, and it’s true, so let your students watch the professionals act it out. Let them watch two or three! Maybe more! And once they start to grasp the text, aided by historical context, get them up and get them speaking and performing. And if someone’s shy and doesn’t want to perform? That’s totally fine! They’re now the director, and they can come up with ideas that others will put into practice. 

Get people talking. Start arguments. Shakespeare’s plays will say something different to each different person. What is it about this text that you latch onto? Which adaptation did you like best? How do you think it should come to life? And when you assigns essays and assessments, let them write and argue about what they are passionate about. I fucking hate those essay prompts that box you in and allow no room to put forward your own feelings, which make you talk about the theme of forgiveness or whatever when you think fuck you, this play wasn’t about forgiveness at all, it was about (x).

Even with the little stuff, there’s no point just saying “so the definition of iambic pentameter is…” and moving on, you should be up there with your hand on your heart, making them tap along to their own heartbeats, ba-DUM, ba-DUM, ba-DUM, Two HOUSE-holds BOTH a-LIKE in DIG-ni-TY - great! You feel it, don’t you? You feel those 10 beats in your heart, and now what happens when you recite a line that’s slightly irregular? Sometimes you’ll get a weird line that’s 9, 11 or 12 syllables where everything else is 10, sometimes you’ll get the stressed syllable in a different place than it should be, and you can feel that as you’re reciting - it’s as if your heart suddenly started beating faster or skipped a beat, and you have to listen to it and ask - why did Shakespeare want me to stress that? Why did this character suddenly falter and slip out of rhythm? Same with things like assonance, alliteration, repetition, juxtaposition and all those others words that make students’ eyeballs melt out of their heads. Don’t just make them memorise an arbitrary list of definitions, show them what they can do.

For example: repetition in Much Ado About Nothing. Beatrice and Benedick will often choose a word or an idea and then hit it back and forth like a shuttlecock until one of them drops it. But it’s the repetition of the word heart that is most striking, and the image of Beatrice’s heart in particular. Beatrice has a “merry heart,” she has a “wild heart,” Margaret jokes she should lay Carduus Benedictus to “your heart,” Benedick declares he wants to “live in thy heart.” The word crops up close to forty times throughout the play, associated with love, happiness, sexual ardour - nice things, in other words. In the confession scene we see:

BEATRICE: I was about to protest I loved you.

BENEDICK: And do it, with all thy heart.

BEATRICE: I love you with so much of my heart none is left to protest. 

And then, all of a sudden, just a few lines later, Shakespeare pulls the fucking rug out from under us. Remember all that nice heart imagery? Throw it out the window, and listen to what Beatrice has to say about Claudio, the scumbag who disgraced and almost killed her innocent cousin: I would eat his heart in the marketplace.


Do you see that? One word, one image, one idea and suddenly it’s like the the roof has caved in. Claudio said he loved her cousin, and then he nearly killed her. And Beatrice, with her loving, merry heart, the heart that Benedick wishes to live in, says I would eat his heart. If hurting women is what Claudio intends to do with his love and his heart, then by God she will fucking pull it out of his chest and eat it where everyone can see so they know what should happen to men like him. 

Feel it, listen to it, live it. Those definitions will seem abstract and alien when you read them on the page - who cares if a few words start with the same letter? What does it matter if he repeats a couple of words? But you have to get into the text and really hear and see, viscerally, what these techniques are capable of. They should make the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. 

Historical context is another issue I won’t go too far into, but suffice to say that it’s something that deserves far more attention than it gets. Apart from anything else, it’s interesting! People got up to crazy stuff in Shakespeare’s time, we should know about the world the Bard lived in.

I apologise for ranting, but yes. Shakespeare is often taught in an inadequate or inappropriate way, and for the sanity of high school students everywhere we should endeavour to teach teachers how Shakespeare should be taught.


This was stupid

This whole thing, it was so stupid, and it made Annabeth feel stupid, and she wasn’t stupid, she was smart, gods damn it, so why couldn’t she do this? She should have been able to do this.

She only realised she was crying when a tear splashed on to the page of her textbook, blurring the black letters printed on the white page. That tear falling felt like conceding defeat, and soon enough she was crying in earnest, sobbing hard enough that the words became even less intelligible than they’d already been.

She put her head down on the book and let herself cry, feeling terribly stupid and sorry and frustrated. Her whole face felt hot, flushed with anger and annoyance - at this essay, at herself, at the fact that she was a daughter of the goddess of wisdom and she couldn’t seem to write a simple fucking essay.

When the door to her room opened she instinctively straightened, grabbing her dagger and spinning in her seat to face the intruder. When she saw who it was she immediately collapsed back onto the desk, face first, letting her dagger fall to the floor. 

She heard Percy shut the door behind himself. There were a few soft footsteps, and then a gentle hand on her shaking shoulder and a quiet question. “Annabeth, hey, what’s up?”

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anonymous asked:

nurseydex prompt where theyre dating in secret (not really in secret they just havent told anyone & dont display pda & maybe they enjoy seeing everyone believe they arent together) so almost everyone thinks theyre still pining & tries to set them up (chowder knows bc he walked in on them making out but hasnt told anyone bc he respects their privacy)

Also features: Ace Dex (ace anon, I do have another thing in the works for you, though, because I don’t like how weirdly mushed in this sounds)

>I got a bingo. You owe me (1) favor

Dex couldn’t help but grin down at his phone. He wasn’t even mad that he lost their game.

<who was it?

Back when they started dating, he and Nursey had an understanding that they didn’t want to tell the team. Not because either of them were in the closet or anything; they just didn’t want to endure the drama that the team would inevitably stir up. Avoiding the fines was a nice perk, too. It wasn’t that they were hiding it, they just didn’t tell anyone.

The thing was, though, the team gossiped like old ladies. So, when Lardo noticed that their fighting was less serious and more playful, she mentioned it to Bitty. Bitty ran with that theory, assuming that it meant sexual tension, and told Ransom and Holster that they were pining.  Ransom and Holster tried to bribe Chowder into giving them hints how to get the two together. But Chowder walked in on them making out, and already agreed to keep their secrets.

It didn’t take long for the “subtle” (at least, they thought they were being subtle) nudges to set up Nursey and Dex. Then, the subtle turned blatant and everyone was trying their hardest to set them up without actually setting them up.

So, Nursey and Dex turned it into a game. They each made a bingo card with members of the team and was that they might try to set them up. It was mostly a joke, at first, but then they both got a square in the same day and they decided to make it a real competition.  

>Whiskey with “just fuck each other already”, two squares for the win

When someone knocked into him from behind, Dex realized that he had stopped in the middle of the quad. He quickly typed out a response, so that he could keep walking to the computer lab in the basement of the admin building, the one that was always empty.

<well make it a good one, you’re not getting shit from me anytime soon

It wasn’t long into his essay that he forgot about the whole thing. Until he got back to their room, that is.

Nursey had cleaned; he shoved all of their dirty laundry in the hamper, picked up all of his heavy anthologies off the floor, even stacked their broken sticks in the corner of the room. The lights were turned off, but there were candles everywhere (apple pie scented, so Bitty’s). It looked frighteningly similar to how Dex set up his room when he was trying to get into his first girlfriend, Emily’s pants.

Nursey was standing off to the side, a huge grin on his face.

“Dude, are you trying to take my virginity or something? What the fuck is with all of this?” Dex was mostly joking… Mostly. He threw down his backpack and closed the door behind him.

Nursey opened his arms wide. “This is my favor. One romantic evening with my boyfriend. I tried to make tissue paper flower petals to really set the mood, but kind of set myself on fire, so just candles will have to do.”

Dex didn’t know where to start. The whole romantic evening thing wasn’t a huge deal; they both knew that Dex was a giant softie. They usually didn’t go so all-out, though. The fact that Nursey kind of set himself on fire, which wasn’t exactly surprising, but was maybe a little alarming. Or…

“This isn’t about that, right?”

It took Nursey a minute to understand what Dex was asking, but when he did, his smile turned into a look of shock. He rushed over to pull Dex into a big hug.

“Babe, no, of course not. C’mon, you know I don’t care about that.”

Dex melted into the hug.

Their conversation about Dex’s asexuality happened even before they were dating. It was the first time he told anyone. Nursey was nothing but supportive of him. When they started dating, Dex expected that to change, but it never did.

It wasn’t until months into their relationship that Dex told Nursey that he had never actually had sex before. He was afraid that Nursey would try to tell him that he couldn’t know he was asexual if he never had sex before, but that didn’t happen. Nursey barely reacted at all, and a part of Dex was still wanting for the other shoe to drop.

“I just want a backrub while we watch Goon. And maybe your slice of the vinegar pie Bitty’s making.”

Dex pulled back far enough to give Nursey a soft kiss.

“Oh, and on your way here I got another square. Play ‘til blackout?”

How to happily Ask blog:

  1. Do you. Make an Ask blog about your favorite Pokemon, even if it’s an Eevee and there are already 50 Eevee blogs. Only complainers care, and they’re not worth your time anyway. Absolutely don’t let people tell you what characters and/or species should be on your blog. You may be interested in these characters if you’re lucky, but chances are, if it’s not something you want to do, it’s not going to work.
  2. Take your time. This is something I had to learn was okay for me to do. You don’t need to update every day. Or 24/7. Or every other week. You can let your blog sit for a month even. Doesn’t matter. Take your time. Ask blogs are for fun and you don’t owe anyone answers to Asks or plot updates or RP responses because you can’t snap your fingers and be done. Those things take time. People are generally patient; they will wait.
  3. Character count doesn’t matter. Have as many or as few characters as you want, because it’s your blog, you do what you want. And if you DO have a lot of characters, you can always put them on Ask rotation, that way you and your followers won’t be overwhelmed!
  4. Take a Hiatus if you need it. Your health is more important than your blog. Take care of yourself, mentally and physically. It can be as long or as short as you like. You can also be like me and be hella notorious for taking a Hiatus and IMMEDIATELY COMING OUT OF IT. Because apparently announcing that I’m going on Hiatus gives me a boost of inspiration for the blog I’m Hiatusing from. Don’t ask how that works Ihavenoflippinclue.
  5. If seeing other blogs update stresses you out, unfollow them. Please do not let yourself get stressed. There is a reason I follow a minimal amount of ask blogs. When I ran Wandering Fairy Twins I almost drove myself to the point of tears because I wasn’t updating as quickly as the other blogs. Please don’t stubbornly follow 500+ blogs. Follow your favorites. Unfollow everyone else. Seriously. You can always make a list of blogs you like and stalk them instead, like I do. Of course, if it doesn’t cause you stress, then don’t feel like you have to unfollow people either. I’m just speaking from personal experience, and I am happier following maybe 5 ask blogs and stalking everyone else. I really don’t care if they’re your BBF from 900 years ago, if seeing them update stresses you, unfollow them. Hell unfollow my blogs if they stress you out. Pls. Stalk me instead. I’d rather that you have less stress than me have 500+ followers.
  6. If you run multiple blogs, you don’t need to update them all at once. Section it out. And if you’re in the mood for doing stuff for one blog, but suddenly get a drive for another, update the one you suddenly have a drive for. And if a schedule works for you, you can do that too! You can even set aside certain days to work on specific things for specific blogs. Or work on all the references for your blogs at once. Whatever works for you.
  7. If you run multiple blogs, and it’s causing you stress, start dropping blogs. Do not make a blog for every new character you think of. Put them on a pre-existing blog. Move characters around. Merge blogs. Cut down on the amount of blogs you have. Sure, there’s no limit to how many Ask blogs you can have, but if it’s starting to be a problem, start letting go. You can always use those other characters for other things. But drop blogs. Save your info, your plots, etc, but drop some of those blogs. Doesn’t matter if it’s your most loved blog. Drop it. Say bye. It’s not worth your time if it’s causing you stress.
  8. Don’t be afraid to start a conversation. I apologize though because I’m bad at this, and so are a lot of other people. Tumblr’s messaging system makes it easier to interact with other bloggers though! Keep in mind that a lot of blogger’s can be busy, so they may not respond right away. That doesn’t mean they hate you. They might also be sleeping because Time Zone’s a bitch. But you can’t always wait for people to come to you. Just make sure you check the FAQ and Rules on each blog before you start reaching out. Some people may dislike being approached. Respect that.
  9. Having a friend circle in the community is okay. You do not need to be friends with everyone here. You don’t need to talk to everyone here, or send them asks, or start RPs, or anything else. If you find five people you click with and that’s it, then that’s it. You got those five people you click with and you are still awesome and cool and don’t let complainers being antsy about “popular” people not interacting with “unpopular” people get to you. You get your little circle and be happy with it. Or your medium circle. Or big circle, IDK man for all I know you are like super good friends with 300 people and you manage to plot with all of them and honestly YOU GO you do that. But I really can’t stress enough that you ARE NOT under ANY CIRCUMSTANCE REQUIRED BY TUMBLR LAW to befriend / talk to / plot with / ship with / friendship with / meme with every last person in the Ask community. You are allowed to be picky. You are allowed to be picky. You are allowed to be picky. Nobody gets to be friends with you because they decided so and you’re a bitch/bastard if you aren’t friends with them. Block those people. Just no. Bye. Also don’t be that person. And if you aren’t accepted as anything more than an acquaintance move along my dude, move along. Being acquaintances is just as good as being friends. You don’t have be friends with everyone out there, having 900 friends does not mean you have shallow, meaningless friendships just like having 2 friends is not a direct reflection of your worth. Either way, you are worthy. And either way, you are amazing.
  10. Having a friend circle doesn’t mean you can’t interact with other people either. The friend circle is more in regards to who you click with, who you really like, and who you are ultimately able to plot with easily (or you do the thing where you just yell at each other in frustration because HOW DARE YOU GIVE ME FEELINGS). You can still send asks to anyone, and you can still start RPs with anyone, and you can still ask for asks from anyone (especially if they make a post that they’re sending out Asks. Get IN ON THAT).
  11. There will be people out there who dislike you. Or your art style. Or your writing style. Or your headcanons. Or your subspecies. Or your designs. Or your hyrbids. Or all of the above. Or none of the above. Or they dislike you just because they dislike you. They’ll complain about you. They’ll probably send you anon hate. Ignore them to the best of your ability - because you have more people who adore you. And if those dislikers ever send you hate, delete it. Get rid of it. Don’t post it, don’t give them that pleasure. Delete it so that they can sit and wait and agonise over the fact that their mean comments meant so little to you that you didn't even need to grace them with a response.
  12. Remember, you are cool, my dude. You are cool.

That’s everything I can think of O:

fly-like-a-grayson  asked:

Headcanons with Connor, Jared, and Evan trying to motivate reader to study (is this what you meant?)

Sure!! This is totally what I meant!!

-this little tree boy was so happy when he found out you were in most of his classes for the school year and so were you
- you and Evan had a bit of a pattern cause he would get CrAzY stresses about some speech in English and you would help him with it and then you would want to burn all your essays cause you thought they were terrible
-Evan would get so mad when you said you were and awful writers
-not actually mad but like “Evan mad"😂
-you write him letters all the time because he loves to read them just as much as you love making them for him so he often takes one of the many letters you have given him and reads it to you picking out all the good parts
-which, to him, is the whole letter
-he is just so good??
-you and Evan would have a lot of fun studying with each other but you often got off task cause your with your little ev and he is so stinking adorable
-like you get so distracted
-when Evan notices that you are staring straight at him (instead of reading your class book like you are supposed to be doing) his little ears warm up to a bright pink and so does his baby cheeks
- “y/n, um how is the book?”
-“it’s so interesting I mean it’s just so funny!”
-“y/n!! It is about war??”
-“well like yeah I knew that?? I just have that weird sense of funny yah know??”
-“weird sense of funny😂”
-his nose does the crinkle thing
-you almost die from the cute
-“shushhhh you are just you know there and cute and I’m distracted that’s all”
-Evan takes a breath and musters up all of his courage atm and plants a soft kiss your lips and then turns all the way around so his back is to you
-“ev what are you doing??😂”
-his heart does so many flutters when you call him ev
-“no more cute things till you get done…from either of us”
-“ev why did you turn around-”
-all in one breath evan says
-you almost die AGAIN from the cuteness
-“so no more till we both finish”
-this new adorably stern ev makes you want to kiss him and hug him all day
-not even kidding you would hold this boy forever
-after a second of giggles from you both you turn around and lean your back to his and his nerves from calling you adorable and cute calm at your touch
-as you feel his shoulders relax you get back to reading
-needless to say, that was the fastest you have ever finished your homework

Didn’t realize this would be this long so I’ll make the others soon if you guys would like!!

anonymous asked:

wait what's the tumblr con thing i don't get it

all right young whippersnapper here we go

the year was 2014. the plan was a convention for tumblr users in some random-ass city in illinois. what started out being marketed as tumbl-con usa soon became the disaster we cringe to think about today: dashcon. it was supposed to be a fun, cheap event, with panels and celebrities from multiple fandoms. it was supposed to be the largest gathering of tumblr users for new friendships to be forged and internet friends to meet. alas, it was not meant to be.

picture this: the first night of dashcon, you’re surrounded by people who are just as obsessed with tumblr as you are. you can barely contain your excitement. nothing could ruin your night…or so you thought. suddenly, organizers start to ask for, nay, demand, money. they need $17,000 by 10 pm or the con will be shut down. you start to sweat nervously. you paid ahead of time for this and it’s going to be shut down unless the unexpectedly low amount of attendees can cough up a buttload of money? you check the time on your phone: 9 pm. why on earth would they only have an hour to collect that much money, you ask? the organizers claim that hotel management didn’t like them. instead, it’s just because they had miscommunication with the hotel. trying to stay hopeful, your fellow tumblr users turn to their fandoms, doing the three-finger salute from the hunger games and singing songs from high school musical (most notably, “we’re all in this together”).

after this whole ordeal you think you’re done. the rest of the weekend will be amazing. surely this was the only mistake? oh, how wrong you were.

unbeknownst to you, guests checking in for your beloved panels are experiencing difficulties as well. they were told the con would be paying for their rooms. as a result, some panelists cannot attend. panels are dropped. when this news reaches you, you’re devastated. the organizers quickly try to control the situation: “no worries! you’ll be reimbursed!” you don’t get your money back. instead, you get various rewards and: AN EXTRA HOUR IN THE BALL PIT. sounds fun, right? except the ball pit was open to everyone. at any time. so your extra hour meant nothing. and look at this ball pit. it has seen things that should never have been seen.

poor thing. it probably needed therapy.

considering this was a convention for tumblr users, most everyone in attendance was liveblogging it. we other tumblr users watched in horror. but like, the laughing kind of horror. because we were so glad we weren’t there to experience it. but we were glad we were able to make fun of it. and so, memes were born. some posts circulated for months afterwards. after a while, it eventually faded out of popularity. new tumblr users had no idea what a dashcon was. but those who attended can never forgive. and we who laughed about it can never forget.

this ends now.

I almost never ask for support. especially not in situations where asking people to believe you turns into taking sides, but I’m asking for it now. I’m asking you to read all of this, and I’m asking you not to take sides, but to fight this behavior in your every day lives and refuse to take part in it. refuse to be a party to it, and stand up to it when you see it happen.

Treating someone the way I’ve been treated is wrong. it’s manipulative, hurtful, divisive, and downright cruel.

It’s bullying.

How does one explain the anger, stress, confusion, and isolation that rumormongering creates? especially in a tight-knit online community where attention is either earned through creating quality content or personal relationships with other users. pushing someone to distrust their own friends for fear of who has their ear is emotionally taxing. 

Having a sleepless nights every few weeks after getting alerted to some new way strangers on the internet are lying about your character just makes me want to leave tumblr altogether. but if I did so, they’d probably celebrate. they would win. and they would learn nothing.

Worse than the lies is the mystery and distrust. I could never be sure what insults were being laid against me and by who, as I had no way of tracking the influence of their leadership, and in every interaction I ever had with her, words were put into my mouth to twist new meaning into what I was saying. this is not only extremely frustrating, but it’s also an abuse tactic. Literally anything could be spread about me because those rumors didn’t have to be true and they didn’t have to have proof.
I composed an entire essay, just comparing the arguments that were being addressed against the ones I was actually making- this is not to mention the things I couldn’t know, but the gist of it:

  1. in seemingly-civil debate, my arguments were exaggerated until I nearly found myself disagreeing with the very argument that I was being told I was making. 
  2. in private conversations, very reasonable and polite requests- to change a misquote of marked-out words I had worked hard to find, a small alteration to a post that made OP sound more homophobic than I assumed they were (this was actually meant to protect them before it was publicly argued by someone else), or just honesty about what they had been told to believe about a stranger- these were misconstrued into harassment or badgering. 
  3. in private conversations initiated with my friends, my words were blatantly twisted in an attempt to draw a disagreement where one didn’t exist.

It doesn’t matter that I know my own intentions and I know what I’ve said and stand by it completely, my words have been twisted publicly, and I assume they’ve undergone much worse in private conversations between these people. people I had never even interacted with until given the suspicion that they were among the whispering- seemed to hold preconceived beliefs that I was abusive or racist or a misogynist. when I’ve attempted to privately talk to them and politely explain how their actions hurt me, I’ve been accused of harassment and blocked. I’ve had my one form of peaceable defense stripped from me because these people were unable to face the results of their own actions or even explain it to their victim (and believe me, I hate using that word) who was very willing to forgive and forget it. they continue to lie about it even now.

  • I was accused of misogyny and laziness for struggling to write domestic characters. I should not have to explain my own personal aversion to family life to be treated with dignity and not insulted.
  • I was then accused of taking things too personally- though the response I  was primarily defending against addressed a personal perspective I gave to answer the OP’s question (this is called gaslighting btw)
  • Rather than ‘getting in and getting out, letting go of the rope and not following up an undue amount,’ my posts were noticeably watched by parties interested in twisting my words without my knowledge until they inevitably restarted the open conflict. I facilitated that confrontation on a suspicion, but I was not wrong.
  • I was accused of being uncritical of historical figures (hilarious, right?) for suggesting we disproportionately criticize a soldier’s fathering while he was fighting overseas.
  • I was accused of racism and of denouncing all musical fics as problematic because I’ve been critical of fandom’s avoidance of history. not by the same person, and I had wanted to believe the collusion was coincidence. It apparently was not and therefore I assume the accusations were not. 
  • I was accused of sending a hateful anonymous message- which, first- is against every principal I have both in its anonymity and its cruelty, and second- wouldn’t strategically make sense to do since it would only give them a way to be victims.
  • Overall, I’ve had to watch false insults, both vague and blatantly stated, and supported by people I’ve. never. met. who had no good way of reaching these beliefs on their own.
  • and I’ve had to witness a blatant lying about the influence behind those beliefs.
    • “I might talk about them with friends, but like. They usually already know about and feel the same way about those people so I’m generally not telling them anything new or changing any hearts or minds”

So respectfully, fuck off.

You don’t get to hide behind each other and pretend your actions are not evil and cruel and abusive. you don’t get to cry about it with each other as though you’re the ones who have been harassed. and most of all you don’t get to bully me.

So. I haven’t named names. I could. I could also provide screenshots of pretty much everything I listed up there (minus a few things that I was just too shocked or immediately distressed to document). 

But- I don’t want to. I don’t want to care about it anymore. I don’t care about you. I don’t even care if one or more of these things wasn’t actually about me. the fact that you people have driven me to the paranoid belief that they are, is a testament to how fucked up you got my head. and worse- I feel like you’re all probably proud of that since you’ve all decided to hate me.

But, I hope you learn how to listen to what other people are saying when you’re arguing with them.  I hope you learn how to argue without twisting a challenging debater’s words to make them your enemy. I hope you learn how to recognize manipulative friends and the value of loyalty to yourself and to what’s right.  I hope you learn to truly accept responsibility for hurting others and I hope you learn how to actually grow from it instead of wallowing in pity for feeling like a mean person.

But mostly, I hope you take a long, honest and really really deep look at yourselves and reach a better place to be constructive to a better community. Because the one you’re creating for young people (yes, I’m younger than all you cowardly, lying little people) is toxic.

anonymous asked:

Question - which you don't have to answer - would you be interested in talking abt *how* you write? More specifically I guess how you outline/plan your fics; esp world ain't wide enough. You kind of are the president of Unrequited Pining, but how you managed to drag it out for 16 chapters and make it both the familiar rhythm of pining fic and also emotionally refreshing is beyond me. I really love ur fics and want to learn from them but am bad at understanding why what I'm reading works so well?

hi! thanks so much! i assume you mean world ain’t ready although oh man a hamilton crossover would be wild. all i know for sure is that hercules mulligan is DEFINITELY the straight guy in lavender jeans who makes inexplicable mix cds and mysteriously always knows the hot gossip.

anyway i’m gonna try to be helpful here although honestly it would be disingenuous for me to present myself as an authority on plotting. w.a.r. was the first fanfic i ever started with any serious intent of finishing, and prior to then, plot was by far the thing i struggled with most. i think the longest piece of original fiction i had ever even finished was maybe fifteen pages. in college i majored in creative writing but with a focus on creative nonfiction, because my main goal at the time was to do david sedaris-style comic essays but also in part because i could never keep fiction projects going for very long and it made me feel like a phony, like i didn’t deserve to call myself a writer

(a feeling i had all the way through college and still have now sometimes but that’s its own whole can of fish)

so anyway then i graduated in the middle of a recession with a creative writing degree and had some real rough years, until i was just like fuck it, fuck trying to make something deep or literary i’m gonna think about all the elements i love reading in fanfics and i’m gonna write the most self-indulgent fic in the entire goddamn world 

i wrote the first few scenes with no real plan for where it was going and to give you an idea of how little i knew i DECIDED ON FAKE DATING IN PART BECAUSE I HONESTLY THOUGHT THAT WAS GOING TO BE THE MOST EFFICIENT WAY TO GET THEM TOGETHER

i was like, ‘man who knows when i’ll ever write another fanfic, this is probably the only one i’ll ever really do so let’s try to make this as easy on myself as possible’



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texts with SVT (your boyfriend)
  • seungcheol/s.coups: texts you all day. will send you good morning texts and good night texts. will message you about every little thing throughout the day because he can't help but tell his most important person about it. will surprise you by talking about things you thought he forgot about. "this made me think of you" texts. sends you pictures of him being lonely without you. will take pictures hugging other members with captions like "this should be you." woozi tries to call him out on always being on his phone but that never seems to stop him, so you constantly have to remind him to work hard and that you'll text him after practice.
  • jeonghan: texts when exciting things happen, which for jeonghan is luckily all the time. "MINGYU JUST SPIT ALL OVE R THR FOROL LMAO" When the group has a little bit of rest time, you're the first person he wants to talk to. he likes hearing your stories, so he's always asking you about your day. will also ask you very personal things through text, and sometimes you have to tell him (in the sweetest way) to find his chill. expect a lot of selfies because your reactions are priceless and he loves teasing you. He's actually very laid back when it comes to texting though, and he doesn't mind when you forget to text back. Often sends texts meant for you to other members on accident and vice versa.
  • jihoon/woozi: is always worrying about you so he surprisingly texts quite often, but his texts are always straight to the point. "wear a sweater. it's cold out now." you two are always arguing over text (never anything serious just little stuff), and just when you're about to win, he'll bring up conversations from long ago that you don't even remember. on the off chance you do win, you don't let him forget it and he'll respond by sending you a really gross aegyo pic that kills you inside. But you also feel special because he trusts you enough not to show anybody else. He also likes to talk about the other members with you because sometimes this boy just needs to vent, but you know he writes those things with a good heart because he loves them. will send you pics of him working late at night and gets mad when you won't send him one back.
  • soonyoung/hoshi: is the biggest spam texter. sometimes you wonder how this boy can type so fast. It's like rapid fire, but it's okay because you'll reciprocate the speed. you two have at least three conversations going at once at all times, and what's amazing is how you both can talk about anything. He's the type to love every little detail and will text you when so much as a leaf falls to the ground, and when you text him about the smallest things he gets so happy. He likes to show the group your texts when they're funny and members are always wondering why you two talk about such nonsense, but it's like your own language that nobody else can understand, and you both love it for that reason. When things do get serious, you sometimes wonder if it's the same boy texting you because it's like a completely different aura, and you're surprised that you like it so much.
  • joshua: is most likely to emoji text. Sometimes conversations are had using JUST emojis. Joshua is always fun to text because he's such a funny and awkward person. Usually you'll talk about some weird anime he found, or Joshua will send you funny memes. Joshua texts less frequently on days he knows you're busy because he doesn't want to bother you and feels bad when he does, so you're constantly reminding him that he's never a bother. His favorite thing to do is send you random texts full of heart emojis and explaining how much he cares about you because he knows it'll make you smile. He also sends little reminders for things he thinks you might forget. "Remember to bring your flash drive to school today. Good luck on your speech! ♥♥♥"
  • junhui/jun: texts you a fair amount. He loves to send you greasy lines because he loves your reactions to them, but when you send the occasional one back he gets so flustered and kind of happy. Sometimes he'll show the other members. He especially loves to send greasy lines when he's sitting right next to you because he loves to watch how flustered you get when you read them. you both actually text the most when you're sitting right next to each other. when you both go out with the other members, you both text in a secret code only you two know and use code names when you're teasing the other members for their weird antics. when you both are apart, you're usually just talking to about your shared interests. Jun loves knowing things about you, so he's always trying to surprise you with research he did on that one subject you talked about for 5 minutes that one time.
  • seungkwan: is the most fun to text in seventeen because he always has so much to say. He's another spam texter but not as intense as hoshi. Seungkwan is only a spam texter because he separates his texts for dramatic effect. You and Seungkwan actually text a lot of mean things to each other and look like you're arguing all the time, but its how you both show you care. "Your face looks so silly in this picture, why are you making that face?" "Because I was thinking about your bad breath in the morning." "Next time I'm going to breathe right into your face." The others wonder how you both can be in a relationship like that, but it works for you both. On a sunny day when you're feeling generous, you'll tell him how cute he looks on tv, and seungkwan will almost burst into tears because you were watching him, but he'll never admit it. That's what you love about him.
  • hansol/vernon: a lot of one word responses. You often get a lot of "kk" and "lol" but that's only because you keep sending him memes. (Why are you doing that to him? He doesn't deserve this.) He actually does find them funny, and sometimes he'll show the other members when it's something he can't help but laugh out loud at. Once you guys get deeper into the relationship, Vernon opens up a lot more. When you surprise him with the occasional thoughtful message, Vernon gets to be his really shy and sweet self, and that's when he'll feel inspired and type an essays worth of stuff. Sometimes he'll make you happy cry because he actually really does have a way with words. He'll start messaging you more often too. He'll start your morning and end your nights with thoughtful messages. You'll see the real gem in him and he'll make you fall for him even more just through text.
  • seokmin/DK: always wants to give you a reason to smile so he's constantly sending cute pictures or memes or fluffy messages or funny messages. Other members will ask him why he's staring so hard at his phone. It's because he's trying really hard to send you quality material. Sometimes when he sends you stuff, you overreact because you want to make sure he knows you appreciate it. You are also always pestering him to send clips of him singing and deep down it makes him feel really happy and special that you like hearing him that much. Even if he pretends that he doesn't want to, he'll do it and your praise afterwards sends him to the moon and back. There is not a moment when this boy's texts don't make you smile. Please keep him safe.
  • mingyu: gives such an oppa vibe in his texts. He's always trying to take care of you and pretends like he's so much older than you when that's not really the case. "Let's go get some coffee tonight so you can work on your essay, but I'm not letting you stay up too late because you need rest." Which is funny because it's him that really needs to rest, but when you tell him that, he just texts back silly emojis. You get a lot of links to food tutorials with an excited Mingyu saying "Let's try making this!" He also keeps you updated on his career and likes to run his ideas through you first because he values your opinion a lot. You often send him pictures you find of him because you want to praise him but he thinks you're making fun of him so he pretends to be sad. That's when you start over-praising him and telling him he looks so good, and that just feeds his ego more.
  • wonwoo: There is so much fluff with this boy. he loves showering you with praise and supports everything you do. "Fighting!" Sometimes when you send him sweet messages telling him how cute he is, he won't respond for a few hours because he's so shy about it and doesn't know how to express that you literally just made his heart beat out of his chest. The truth is you both don't text each other too much because you both like to talk about your lives face to face. You'll spend whole nights talking instead of on your phones. Occasionally he'll send you a video message because he wants to make sure his words reach you in the best possible way.
  • minghao/the8: is the biggest victim of autocorrect. sometimes you wonder why he doesn't just turn it off. "I've got a long practice today, but the thought of our first kill last night is getting me through it." "First kill? Did we do something I'm not aware of?" "Kiss***" This is followed by a bunch of texts about how embarrassed he is. Despite this, his texts are the kind that make you smile during a bad day. The thing that will surprise you most is how funny he can be. He can say really weird things sometimes. He'll text you something weird, and you can tell from the way he typed how confident he was sending it. He'll talk a lot about the weird things the other members are doing, and sometimes he'll text you about things deep in his heart because he trusts you so much. It's very rare that minghao spam texts, but each time was because something major happened. The texts were the most precious things you've ever received. You enjoyed it so much that you have them screencapped and saved and archived on your computer.
  • chan/dino: is actually the most confident through text. Words seem to come much easier when he's texting you because he can look over it a thousand times before sending it. Often consults the other members around him before he sends fluffy stuff. Probably the member that gets his phone stolen a lot which means you get a lot of weird texts that make you think 'there's no way chan would write this.' Can sometimes be a little cocky through text but in a charming way that makes you smile. "You're so cute, but you would look much cuter next to me. Let's take a photo together next time." His favorite thing is to send you pictures of the other members when they don't look their best because since he's the maknae and they do it to him all the time. Is actually another member on the spam text list but he can't help that he's so excited, "I'm dating you after all, why shouldn't I be happy?"

angiestar  asked:

How do you make an animation and a song match together, like the animation won't be too long for the song or the song too long for the animation, I'm planning on making one but I'm stuck at this XD (LOVE your Art, animations, and everything! *-*)


(rather than music made for animation) 

Animating in time with music can be very difficult, but for me personally, I absolutely love doing it, even if it means putting a little more effort in keeping things in time with the transitions, beats, and certain groups of measures in a song. But how I start an animation that matches with the music, is because I literally imagined most of the animation simply by listening to the music. I’ll listen to the music, close my eyes, and see the animation play in my head as the characters move with the beat, transition in song, and escalate with crescendo. So I get at beats a basic idea of how the scene plays out with the music before I even start animating, or write a script. 

I play violin and was classically trained in music for the violin for two years before I branched off on my own when I couldn’t afford private lesson anymore, but what I’m saying is, it’s very helpful to animate in time with music if you understand any form of music theory, but if you don’t, I’ll try to explain it as best as I can. 

My animation Save Him was not animated to music, me and @haylizbeth just so happened to find music that fit so well with the animation that it might have seemed like it from time to time, However with Death by Glamour, and with my upcoming animation Megalovania, they are intentionally animated to the music, rather than animating and putting music in. 

With Death by Glamour is was very difficult because I didn’t have an actual animation program, and I didn’t have any FPS at all being as I drew each frame individually in Elements 11, and then saved them into files, and put them one by one into my current video editing program Camtasia, so how I kept track of the drawing each frame of the animatic wasn’t in FPS, but literally by counting with the beats in two measures. Death by Glamour’s time is 4/4, so there’s 4 beats per measure, so I counted two measures to direct me to animate with the music, aka counting to 8 with the beat. And if you watch my Death by Glamour animatic, you can actually follow along and see what I mean if you count, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8″ with the beat. or by counting one beat per measure like “1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4″ XD I made a lot of the attacks land on a beat, or turn with a transition, such as the pick up from Frisk getting kicked by Mettaton, Sans grabbing his head (for the pick up to the next 2 sets of measure) to transition to the start of the next measure where a new theme in the song plays, which animated is Mettaton’s heart coming up from their abdomen. If you want to see what I mean it’s at 1:48 of the video.

Megalovania:  with Megalovania, I actually HAVE an animation program just like Save Him, called ‘Toon Boom Harmoney Essentials’. Unlike what I had with Death by Glamour, I suddenly had a time line with FPS (frames per second), could put music into the program as I animate over it rather than separate, and there’s a tool that literally makes animating to music SOOOO much easier than trying to use all this basic music theory. (which is still helpful by the way) Which is called the SCRUB TOOL, and the SOUND TOOL!

The Sound tool allows you to play the animation with the sound turned on so you know where you are in the music and or Voice track that you are animating to by clicking the play button on the far left. The Scrub tool However is mainly meant for animating to a Vocal track to lip sinc animation to sound, however I find it incredibly useful when animating to music as well. What the Scrub tool allows you to do, is by simply dragging the marker on the timeline from frame to frame, you can hear the sound that plays on each frame without needing to play the animation, So it’s great to make sure things really aline with the beat or in a musical transition with the song. 

For Megalovania I still use a lot of basic music theory such as what I was explaining with Death by Glamour, but these two simple tools, and having a FPS, sure making animating to music a WHOLE LOT EASIER! But counting with the beats per measure, following the transitions of the music, utilizing pick-ups before a new measure, and changing direction in animation with new themes in the music as well, such as the beginning theme of Megalovania is subtle, so therefore I’m going to make the beginning animation subtle with a build to a climactic fight, then a later theme in megalovania (such as the theme at 1:20, of the song) is a lot darker, so I’m going to follow the context of the song and make the animation darker too.

SO LISTEN TO THE MUSIC CAREFULLY AND SEE WHAT THE MUSIC TELLS YOU! Follow beats, measures, transitions, pick ups, and take follow the context of the different themes that play in a single song, and it will direct you through what the scene is suppose to do or look like. 

Note!!!!!!: Sometimes a song might not allow you to do some things in a fight based on the limitation of how long the song is. And what I mean by that is, for example in Death by Glamour, I really wanted to put the “Essay Question” and “Take 5 break” in Death by Glamour, but there was literally no where in the music and thus animatic that I could fit it in without it disrupting the flow of the animatic, so unfortunately I scrapped those two things despite trying to keep my fight scenes as accurate to the game as possible. So animating to music (and in general) also takes some writing as well. 

“Poor Harry”: A Play

(or, basically, a very unconventional dramione fanfic)

[A one-act play about secrets, blackmail and psychological trauma] (notes at the end)



                                                Act I, Scene 1

(The stage is divided in two parts: Stage right is some Hogwarts’ corridor; Stage left is completely dark. Harry Potter enters from stage right, panting. He just saw something very horrible involving his best friend and the biggest asshole he’s ever met, and only wants to get away from it. He’s so disturbed he doesn’t notice Blaise Zabini’s presence behind him)

Blaise: Potter. Take a sit. (Harry turns around, to face Blaise Zabini, sitting on the floor with a considerable amount of beers at hand)

Harry: (Stuttering) E-excuse me?

Blaise: Take a sit.

Harry: I- why?

Blaise: You look like you need a beer.

Harry: And you are offering me one because…? (Harry stops, to stare at Blaise with a wary expression. Blaise stares back. There is something in his eyes that… Harry’s eyes widen) Wait. Wait. WAIT-

Blaise: (Unshaken) I’m waiting. But you know what cannot wait? This innocent, cold, delicious beer. Don’t make me drink it, I’ve already had four. Maybe that’s why I’m doing this in the first place.

 Harry: You know.

Blaise: (Cocks his head to the side) I know what?

Harry: You- you- know.

Blaise: I always try to be impartial when Draco calls you are a complete idiot, but I’m starting to reconsider his words.

Harry: When?

Blaise: When did I-? (Sighs) I don’t know, uh- six months ago?


Blaise: Was it six months ago? I remember it was right before Christmas. They were under a mistletoe, and I was like, ‘Uh, well, it’s just a mistletoe.’ I didn’t tell anybody because they totally freaked out when they saw me. I thought it was funny.

Harry:  And then…?

Blaise: Take a sit, Potter. This is going to be wild. (Reluctant, Harry sits next to Blaise, who offers him a beer. He takes it, after a brief moment of hesitation. Blaise nods wisely). The next week we played Truth or Dare in the Slytherin Common Room. I suspect that Draco did something to make Pansy really mad. Maybe Pansy knew about it all along and I was the only idiot who thought it was just a fucking mitletoe, or it was just the liquor Draco stole from his father. Anyway, it started like this…

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anonymous asked:

A few days ago, you did a lil fic and it was like John thought he'd screwed up and scared Alex but bam it was fireworks and then laf kinda said about how John doesn't love himself and then that they'd all help him love himself (sorry if this doesn't make sense I'm tired whoops) But anyway, I was just wondering if you'd write a sequel type thing with like the three of them helping john love himself and all. I've just been feeling kinda down lately and I need some cute whoops sorry.

I MEANT TO RESPOND TO THIS LIKE DAYS AGO OOPS!!! But anyway, this is a follow-up to this lil fic. I hope you guys enjoy the angst/fluff combo! ;) <333 (Want me to write you a lil fic, too? Choose a prompt from the old list or new one and just let me know which list you used!)

It started out just like any other night at the Washington’s. The four boys were hanging out together, this time outside, around a fire Martha had started for them, roasting the vegan marshmallows Laf had gotten earlier that day.

Laurens was staring intently at his marshmallow on the thin stick, watching it bubble, crisp into a golden color, and finally start to burn.

“Laurens likes ‘em hot, I see?” Hercules chuckled.

“Well he likes me so obviously,” Alexander retorted, causing all of the boys to burst into a round of laughter.

Laurens removed his now black marshmallow from the fire, blowing on it for a few minutes before biting in, reveling in the contrast between the crisp and flaky outside and the warm, gooey inside.

“So, mes amis,” Lafayette said in a voice that always signified one thing–– he had a plan of some sort. “We’re gathered here today to celebrate.” He looked around the circle smugly.

“Um, celebrate what?” Laurens asked after everyone was oddly silent for a moment too long.

“You, mon ami!” Lafayette exclaimed, beaming.

Laurens felt his freckled face begin to burn bright red, hoping everyone would assume it was the heat of the fire and not what Lafayette had just said.

“But it’s nowhere near my birthday.” Laurens looked at his friends, his eyes lingering on Alexander. Alex simply grinned at him.

“This isn’t about that, mon ami,” Laf said. “This is about helping you.”

“Helping me?” Laurens was getting more and more confused.

“Helping you love yourself, baby,” Alex said, reaching out to squeeze Laurens’ knee.

Laurens was silent. How could he tell them that that simply wasn’t a possibility? He didn’t want to let his friends down like that, not when they’d clearly put a lot of effort into planning this for him. He decided he had to play along, at least for now. He owed that to them.

“So we all prepared a little something,” Herc said, pulling a paper out of his shorts pocket. “A little something about the reasons we love you.” Hercules looked around the circle, Lafayette and Alex nodding at him to read.

He cleared his throat. “So I prepared a little rap for ya’all,” Herc said. He looked around the circle one last time before beginning.

Laurens, my man, what can I say
that won’t sound so horribly cliched?
You’re kind and true,
and you always come through
for anyone who ever needs you.
You’re a real friend,
someone on which I can depend,
a brave one
who fights with his pals ‘til the end.
I wish you could see what’s so clear to me.
I wish you could receive
even half of what you give.
One day you will, but for as long as we live,
I’ll be by your side,
always there to remind,
that you, my friend, are one of a kind.

Herc was met with a round of applause and cheering when he finished. Laurens could only look at his friend, too stunned to clap or cheer, his mouth slightly agape.

“I am next!” Lafayette declared, holding a finger up to Laurens as if he needed to silence the other boy. “You may speak when we are all done.” Lafayette sat up straight, his posture as perfect as ever, and looked down at the piece of paper in his hands.

“Mon ami,” he began. “When we first met, I was alone. I was new to your country, state, and school, and you sat down with me in the cafeteria on my first day, and have done that every day since.” Laf caught Laurens’ eye for a moment, smiling at him.

Laurens had nearly forgotten that. Lafayette–– small, scared, and alone, starting at their school in the middle of seventh grade, with an accent other kids made fun of.

“That day is an example of who you are. Someone who is kind and brave, who will endure difficulties, like being teased for being friends with me, when it’s for something you really believe in.” Laf cleared his throat.

“Mon ami, I believe in you. I know life has not been easy, that you have come to believe things about yourself that simply are not true, but I need you to know, mon ami, that I will not rest until you like you, until you love you.”

When Laf looked up there were tears in his eyes, glistening in the flickering light the fire cast upon his brown face.

“Babe,” Alexander said, shifting Laurens’ attention from his teary-eyed friend to his boyfriend. “I’ve told you before–– I write essays about you. About your freckles, about your hair, about you eyes, about your ideals, about you stubbornness, about your spunk, about your bravery, about the sadness that you try to hide, about the way you’re always ready to fight someone for me or anything you care about.”

Alex paused, taking a deep breath. “I could fill volumes with my words about and to you, John. And it breaks my heart that you can’t even fill a page with good things about yourself.”

Laurens cringed. Alex was referring to an exercise they’d had to do in Spanish class a few weeks prior, where they used adjectives to describe themselves. Laurens’ had been almost entirely negative until he realized people were writing good things about themselves, causing him to scribble one or two words at the end of the list.

“I know learning to love yourself will take time, but baby, we’ve got it.” He reached out and took Laurens’ hand in his. “And we are gonna get you there, all of us,” he said, gesturing to Laf and Herc with his free hand. “I promise.”

Before Laurens could say a word, his friends leapt up and enveloped him in a crushing hug. At first his body tensed, but soon he relaxed, breathing them all in, for once thinking that maybe, he could eventually let love win.

anonymous asked:

Will you please do "I threw a croissant at my dick of a best friend and it accidentally hit you I'm sorry?" with wolfstar

Believe it or not, taking three days to write a request is actually a new record for me. I normally take a couple months at the very least. 

  • Sirius managed to stay still and quiet for about thirty seconds before giving in and asking James, “What’s he doing now?”
  • James sighed, placing his cup of coffee back on the table as he tolled his eyes in exasperation. “The same thing he was doing a minute ago; attending to customers.” 
  • “Yeah, but is he like, sneaking glances at us and blushing?” Sirius asked eagerly, ignoring his croissant and tea. 
  • “Sirius, why are we here again?” James asked in a tired voice.  
  • “You know why,” Sirius answered, frowning. “I’m trying to woo Remus.”
  • “I’m pretty sure Remus doesn’t even know you’re wooing him! To him, you’re probably just another person that loves making small talk and stuffing croissants in his gob!” James replied, voice rising in annoyance. 
  • “B-but I also tip him extremely generously every day!” Sirius said petulantly. “Other small talkers don’t do that! And I constantly compliment him.” 
  • “Telling him the way he rolls his sleeves is fantastic is not complimenting him,” James said, eyes flickering behind Sirius’ shoulders for a second before settling back on his best friend, lip curling slightly in a smirk. “Neither is telling him that he has beautiful, childbearing hips! That’s fucking weird! You’re going to get us thrown out one day.” 
  • “I got nervous, okay? He’s just so beautiful, I get nervous and start blabbering,” Sirius said hopelessly. 
  • “His beauty still isn’t enough reason for you to drag me here everyday,” James complained. “You don’t even like tea!” 
  • “Are you shitting me right now, James? Who cares about fucking tea! Have you seen his face? His hair?” Sirius said earnestly, leaning forward on the table in his excitement to talk about the beauty that was Remus, Saint Curly Hair. “And his eyes, Jesus Christ! You could literally, actually, really drown in those beautiful, brown eyes. I could write sonnets about his stupid smile. I could write essays about the lame jokes he makes an-”
  • Sirius sputtered to a halt, eyes going impossibly wide when a tomato red Remus walked by their table to go clean the one next to theirs. 
  • Floundering and breathing hard, Sirius looked to James for sympathy and suggestion when he noticed how smug his fucking ex-best friend looked. 
  • “You knew!” he hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at a cackling James. “You fucking douchenozzle! You’re meant to be my best friend!” 
  • Wanting to hurt him somehow and not knowing what to do, Sirius picked up his untouched croissant and lobbed it at a still laughing James. Only, he had the hand-eye coordination of a drunk baby deer trying to ice skate and ended up rocketing the croissant straight at Remus’ flushed face. 
  • “Oh. My. God,” he whispered, his heart beating at an alarming rate as James fell of his chair in his fit of laughter. 
  • Remus froze for a second, staring at the croissant on the floor in shock before clearing his throat noisily and picking it up. “Um, I’ll, um, get you another one,” he told Sirius, looking at his nose instead of meeting his eye. 
  • “Fuck, fuck, I hate you, I fucking hate you so much,” Sirius chanted, planting his face firmly on the cold surface of the table. “Why does this always happen to me?” he whined, just as he heard a plate being placed in front of him. 
  • Remus stood there awkwardly for a second, wringing his hands in nervousness. “It’s fine, you don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said in a rushed tone before pacing away from them. 
  • Sirius glared at James who seemed to be getting a cardiac attack from laughing too hard before noticing a piece of paper beneath his croissant. 
  • He stopped breathing completely as he snatched the paper in his excitement, finding a loopy, messy handwriting scrawled upon it with a number at the bottom. 
  • Call me if you’re interested still. I’ll teach you how I roll my sleeves :) -Remus xx
  • Sirius grinned, showing the paper to James and pulling out his phone already. 
  • “I’m still burning your friendship bracelet later,” Sirius informed him as he typed a message to Remus. 

Hope you liked it! :) 

anonymous asked:

I dont like what my story's plot ended up being (really long and going nowhere) so I'm gonna scrap it and start over. What do I need to know about plot strucutre and stuff so I can avoid doing that again?

[record scratch]

Hold on a minute.You know what really frosts my cookies? When writers don’t see the value in their past work, and so they chuck it out.

Do not scrap anything. Do not scrap anything. EVER.

Keep it—hide it in a sock drawer, shove it in the back of your closet, tape it to the underside of your desk or something if you can’t stand to look at it, but do not throw it away. It might be frustrating right now to think of how it turned out vs. everything you wanted it to be, but do not throw it away please I am begging you.

Someday, you can look back on it and remember that amazing turn of phrase at the end of the chapter. You can pull lines of dialogue and remold them to the new plot, the new story, the new characters. You can go back with a red pen and vengeance and whip it into shape. And someday, you might look back on it and be able to say, with a smile and a little nod, “Yeah. This is where it started.” Don’t deprive yourself of that opportunity.


If you’re stuck with a meandering plot, it might do you some good to go back to the basics. Let’s look at a few different plot structures (vastly simplified)—whichever you like best/want to try/think will work, give it a go!

Five-Point Structure

Five-point structure is a good place to start if you’re struggling with corralling a wandering plot. Narrow it down to your main plot and assign events to one of the points to get a stronger sense of what the truly important events in the story are and when they take place. Five-point structure works for subplots, too!

Exposition: In which you introduce the characters, the problem, the world, etc.
Rising Action: In which it starts getting harder for the characters to solve the problem.
Climax: In which the problem comes to a head.
Falling Action: In which you show the aftermath of dealing with the problem (be it successfully or not—not all climaxes end favorably!).
Resolution: In which you tie up all the loose ends of the plot.

With five-point, you can take your existing plot and see if/how it fits into the structure. Where does it start to fall off the rails? Why? What changes are you willing to make to bring it back on track?

LOCK System

LOCK system might do you some good if you have a lot of subplots/multiple plotlines and have started to lose focus on what the main goal is.

Lead: Your lead character, of course!
Objective: What does the Lead want? What is their goal?
Conflict: What is preventing the Lead from reaching the Objective?
Knockout: How are you going to knock the reader’s socks off with a great ending?

LOCK feels a little less step-by-step than five-point, but can get you started towards building a five-point or other structure by getting you to ask specific questions about the story you want to tell. When you’re forced to narrow it down to one lead and one objective, you weed out a lot of information that might not be necessary to tell the bare-bones story. (You can, of course, still keep the extra/add it back in—LOCK would just help you identify the basic parts of your story).

Sdrawkcab Structure

Write it backwards because you’re a rebel! I do this a lot since I write out of order, and I usually end up writing climactic/plot important scenes first. Here’s how it normally goes:

The Climax: Wham! Bam! Exciting things are happening! I have an idea of how the story is meant to go, and I’m writing the climax because it’s exciting and I want to and no one can stop me.
The Ending: This is the goal. This is where I want to go. Now that the ending is down on paper/screen, I have a tangible thing to build the rest of the story towards.
The Breadcrumbs: These are the other important events that ultimately lead to the climax and ending. They are usually important to the plot and character development, and act as the breadcrumb trail leading to the end.
Wait, How Did I Get Here?: This is the rest of the stuff—the middle bits, the subplots, the breather chapters, etc.

Writing backwards/out of order works for some writers (like me) and drives other writers up the wall. Using any set structure form or checklist can be hit and miss until you figure out what works for you and why. Out of order works for me because I am a global thinker and enjoy fitting things into the big picture, a bit like a puzzle. Meanwhile, Dev is a linear thinker and enjoys writing things in order, step by step. (I once suggested he write an essay beginning with the conclusion and he looked at me as if I’d told him I had undeniable proof that the moon is made of cheese.)

How you approach your plot’s structure is totally up to you, these are just a few different ways. Mix and match and try new things until you figure out what works. If nothing works in the end, you may be a strong Pantsing spirit—perhaps your talent lies in editing to make it flow after you finish. If that’s the case, give it a try! Don’t give up on yourself if you’re frustrated. It’s ok to get stuck, there are lots of ways to get unstuck.

And please don’t throw any writing away. Please.


A Tali/Tony Father’s Day ficlet 

Dear Dad,

I know it might seem strange that I’m writing you a letter instead of the usual card and special edition dvd you’re used to on Father’s Day, but after this past year away at college, I’ve had a lot of time to reflect and think about my life so far and all the significant parts of it. And one of the most significant things is you. So I thought that this year I would tell you why you are so important to me and the role you’ve played in shaping who I am today.

I know that we didn’t meet in person until I was almost two, but I’ve never felt like I didn’t know you. My strongest memories from when I was little are of feeling safe and loved. I remember that whenever I had a nightmare or thought I could hear ‘strangers’ coming into the house, just knowing I could come and climb into bed between you and mom and curl up against your side, the way you’d bring your arm around me protectively, meant I knew nothing bad would ever happen to me. 

I remember feeling invincible when you and Grandpa would take me to the basketball courts and you would put me onto your shoulders as you dribbled the ball around. You never complained that I was tugging on your hair or grabbing you around the neck too tightly, you would pass me the ball and take me right up so I could almost touch the basket. ‘You can do it!’, you would cheer and I can still hear Grandpa chanting ‘Go Tali, attagirl, what a star!’.

I remember that you always had time for me. It didn’t matter what you were doing, it could wait. If I wanted a story, if I wanted to draw, if I needed help with homework, if I was upset, you were there in a heartbeat. You made me feel important, that what I had to say and what I was interested in were important. You still do. 

When I had my first (and only, thank you very much!) fight at junior school, I still remember sitting in the principal’s office and in you came, shooting me that same look you would give if I’d eaten the last piece of leftover pizza. But as always, you listened. First to him, then to me. And you told Mr. Thompson that there was really no need for you to be there, that I was a young lady who took responsibility for her actions but would also never behave in an unjust way, that  there are two sides to every story.  I will never forget that you then stood up and before leaving said, ‘so I think it is only fair that she discuss with you what she sees as a fair way to make up for what has happened and you come to an appropriate agreement’. I was so angry! At the time I wanted you to just stick up for me and tell him he was wrong but you know what? I can never thank you enough for that moment. You taught me that I have my own voice, that I can back myself and speak for myself. I also know now that you would never have done that if you thought I couldn’t have handled it, that you would have stayed by my side if I’d needed you to.

You know the thing I miss most being away, apart from ‘osso bucco della Ima’, is our weekly movie night. I love that from before I can even remember, you made that one of our rituals. And I know I used to act as though I hated it when it was your turn to choose and that throughout high school there were times I told you I wouldn’t be able to make it because there was a party or dinner with friends and you might have thought I’d outgrown it. But there are many nights here when I’m feeling homesick that I hunt out one of your favorite films and watch it. Whenever I feel stressed I microwave a bag of the extra buttered popcorn and immediately I feel better, the smell alone transports me to those nights together on the couch.

The other really significant thing you’ve shown me is what love is. Yes, the way you have always loved me, but also the way you love mom. I know it might sound weird that your daughter is writing this, but it’s something I’ve become really aware of, especially when I see the way other people are towards those they supposedly care about. You have taught me that love is when you accept the person wholly for who they are. You and mom might not always see eye to eye, but that never stops you respecting one another. I see the way you make mom laugh, even though she might roll her eyes I know you’re the funniest person in the world to her, the way you look at her when she doesn’t even realize you are, the way you love each other fiercely and completely and most importantly, unquestionably. And I know that that is what love is, that is what I should expect and deserve in my own life. 

And finally (because honestly, I could write an actual essay about this!) I am here, doing my fine arts degree at college, because you always told me I could do anything I wanted if I put my mind to it. When I told you that I wanted to take art classes in middle school, the first thing you said to me was ‘what supplies will you need?’. You would ask me to show you my drawings, come to the exhibitions at school, take me to the gallery as though it was fulfilling your own passion. And even as I write this I am tearing up because dad, honestly, if it weren’t for you, I would not be the person I am today and more importantly, I wouldn’t be proud of the person I am today.  So thank you.

I love you more than words can describe dad, my Abba.

Happy Father’s Day.

Love always,

Tali. xox

disgruntledturtle answered your post: i…kind of feel like writing makorra?

hogwarts au. gryffindor hooking up w/ slytherin. scandalous.

Mako sighed with relief as he finally found a corner of the library that wasn’t overrun with first-years panicking over their potions essays or other seventh-years looking for charms to help with the impending N.E.W.T.s. The Slytherin common room was too distracting…when he left, two of his classmates were trying to one-up each other on who had the best connections for a career after graduation. 

Mako didn’t have connections. But that had never stopped him before, and that certainly wasn’t going to stop him now.

He settled down, carefully spreading his notes out before him. He was a slow, careful writer, and he had a perfectly honed method when it came to essays. His first year, it took him ages to get anything done. Now, he had a system, and the system worked.

But the system required a workspace free of distractions. 

“Hey, this is my spot.”

And apparently, that was not going to happen. 

He looked up. “Korra.”

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anonymous asked:

First of all as a Cser I love how fair you are to Csers in your metas and congratulate us when we get something good in reviews. I like to read a Neal essay on his suppose plan to end magic. The few sfers I found said it was a retcon and Csers feel it makes neal worse. I don't want to dig through post to find things negative about Cs. I was wondering if you could tell me your explanation

Thank you, GoodShipJollyRoger!Anon– I love my CS followers. You pose an interesting question about Neal and magic because Neal is a tricky character.

Originally posted by lookin-for-my-happy-ending

Own that ambiguity!

My short answer is:

  • Young Baelfire = Yes, destroy magic
  • Flashback Neal = No, that’s not cool, man
  • Corporate Neal = Maaaaaybe?
  • S3 Neal = Yes, if magical people agree (Note: this is hypothetical as post-Manhattan Neal never got a chance, alas)

Confused? Well, so am I … but let’s explore, shall we?

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anonymous asked:

Prompt idea in case it inspires you: AU where soulmates do exist and Derek and Stiles are together but are not eachother soulmates when one day BAM Derek/Stiles meet his soulmate. But they stay together bc i don't care if there's someone out there more compatible with me bc i love YOU.

OR, au where Derek’s soulmate is Stiles, and Stiles’ is Derek but there’s this whole I HATE YOUR FUCKING GUTS thing they have from childhood. Derek tried to share his crayons and Stiles ate his favourite red one, and there was DRAMATIC SCRAPPING with crying from both sides, and then all through middle school they couldn’t look at each other without remembering and being mortified, which meant every time they had to interact it’s awful, like, full on angry comments and mean barbs. they have a couple of serious fights and they can both feel it, feel how good it feels to be touching and to have that connection, and their bodies are screaming finally, but they’re both way too proud to make the first move. so they go on to high school and they piss each other off even more, Stiles catcalls when Derek gets a question wrong, Derek makes some kid swap lockers with him so that he’s next to Stiles and every day he slams Stiles’ locker door shut when Stiles is trying to get his books out. and every time they get in each other’s faces it feels like they should just be touching, they should be holding hands, taking care of one another, but they won’t because fuck HE’S AWFUL. the worst thing is that sometimes… Derek knows Stiles is upset about something and he wants to TELL HIM IT’S OKAY, THINGS WILL BE OKAY. and once, Stiles watched Derek get taken down on the lacrosse field, heard him crack two ribs even though no one else did and was OUT OF HIS SEAT AND RUNNING TOWARDS HIM before he realised and stopped, clung to a bleacher and watched in a panic until he saw Derek get up again. hated that he was even worried for the douche.

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