this is probably my worst edit ever

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Simon Snow & Tyrannus Basilton “Baz” Grimm-Pitch, Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

“Simon Snow is the worst Chosen One who’s ever been chosen.
That’s what is roommate, Baz, says. And Baz might be evil and a vampire and a complete git, but he’s probably right.”

I’ve read all of Rainbow Rowell’s books, but as a certified Harry Potter geek, Fangirl and Carry On hold a special place in my heart. Add to that Kevin Wada’s incredible cover art for the paperback edition?

THE MUSE MUST BE SATED, MY FRIENDS! ;)

Anyway! Available for purchase HERE!

(Oh, and you should read the book. It’s wonderful. The paperback is SO BEAUTIFUL, and you can get it on Amazon.)

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After having done the very first gig on European mainland in the small hall of Paradiso the week ‘I Bet You Look Good Dancefloor’ hit #1 in England in late 2005, two more gigs in Amsterdam and a legendary festival set at Lowlands followed in 2006. Just a month in 2007, the second album got announced, with a small pre-album try-out European venue tour. Tickets were available a few weeks in advance, but only at the door of the venue, 2 tickets a person, fans only. Causing hundreds of fans to camp out overnight, and stirring up a true case of Monkeymania across Leidse Square.

This was the very first high quality footage of any new song, having 86,382 views in a year, shared by media from NME to Rolling Stone, before my original 2006-2008 concert video account got deleted. The crowd during the gig a month later was so nuts, pre-barrier gig times, crowd surfers and stage divers, that filming from the epicentre was impossible. Except for one particular more mellowed down song no one heard yet called ‘Fluorescent Adolescent’. Now, for the 10th anniversary of this gig this very day, the footage is back. Remastered. Stronger than ever. Enjoy. 10 March 2007 #neverforget.

You guys probably think I got this together and edited this ages ago and scheduled this for 10 March 2017, but I only found back the dusty MiniDisc I recorded the audio on last week after fearing for years it was wiped and not having the heart to come to terms with it, found it against all odds, digitalised my audio recording in sheer panic yesterday, found back the video footage 3 hours ago, and edited this video in a race against the clock in the past hour.

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It’s kind of the worst possible scenario - not only did your band go on without you and become the biggest deal ever, but the coolest girl and the girl that you loved the most is everywhere, and everybody LOVES her; including any girl that you want to date is obsessed with her and probably has a few of her CD’s and wants to be her secretly.” - Brie Larson on her character Envy Adams and the band The Clash At Demonhead from Scott Pilgrim vs The World

        Ὣ {// It’s late at night when I’m typing this because Tumblr has the worst timing ever. I’m a fairly small blog. I don’t have much to offer people aside from my portrayal of Palutena and my slightly, somewhat okay editing skills. I would love to be able to draw or something in order to thank all of you for following me but, the talents I do have probably wouldn’t help me in this situation.

        Anyway…I want to thank all of you for sticking with me and following me despite my long hiatus. It’s been a hard few months and coming back to hitting such a number makes me feel like taking time to myself was woth it for me to realize how appreciated and wanted I am here. I may not be the best Palutena and I may have let some people down every now and again but, just know that I give you my all. I love this dorky goddess more than most things and I want to do her justice.

        I know Kid Icarus isn’t the biggest fandom and I know that I don’t have any verses up yet but, I really hope that you’ll all continue to encourage and support me. I don’t belong to a clique and I haven’t been here for that long but, I’m glad that I matter to at least some people. When I returned, I got so many welcoming messages and notes. You all make me feel so loved.

        For those of you who stalk my blog regularly and haven’t interacted with me or are a personal blog that just enjoys seeing the character come alive: you are just as amazing! I wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t have all of you to return to. You are all beautiful and will always be protected by the Goddess of Light!

Thanks Go Out To:

@burn-xx-out @adventdefenders @darker-feathers @ao-de-shizukana @graceful-cure-swan @champofpallet @keysofthekingdom @ibisangelus @honoreflected @mintycoomuses @rhythmicangel 

        You all have inspired me, written with me or have helped me out along the way. Please don’t ever change, don’t ever stop being you and always remember that you’ve made my experience here something I just couldn’t walk away from. I’m very blessed to have interacted with each and every one of you. //}

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Actually planned to get into Billy’s house/appartement to probably give him the worst night ever or kill him, instead find Alice and go back into complete denial

>I effed up the 3th panel because I got heavily tired and eventually I throw the towel in ( i’ll try to fiix it now tho edit  : somewhat fixed it , I’m lazy))
>I should never do this again because I’ll probably be emberassed the next day

Welcome to Klondike Editing Studio! What may we do for you today? What do we edit, you ask? Ah, but that is entirely up to you! The possibilities are ENDLESS! Said or did something embarrassing? We can simply edit the past to correct your mistake, so that you end up having said or done something amazing instead! What will you edit today?
The advertisement fluttered, half torn, on the moss-worn pole. Distinctly sketchy, if you ask me. But then, no one ever does. The others don’t seem to believe it, at least. They laugh, poking each other with remembrances and cringing. I look at my boots instead. Joining this gang has been, probably, my worst decision till date. I must have been very, very drunk to even consider it.
Only, the biggest, most stupid of the lot has begun to protest. He thinks it would be fun to see what they have going on. Foolish idiot. All these clowns think that no harm can possibly come to them, since nothing bigger and badder walks the streets. Indeed, but do they know what goes on in the dark buildings that line the alleyways?
I find myself in one now, shadowing them as usual. A battered sign directs us up a set of stairs that should not have been able to hold us all up. But stepping over the threshold feels like walking into a different world. A huge factory, with ultra-modern machinery humming busily behind enormous floor-to-ceiling glass walls, surrounds us with its opulence. Everyone is frozen for a minute, and I fancy that they feel rather ridiculous in their soiled garb against the sterile, breathtaking setting. A woman in a simple blue uniform comes up to us, a bright red smile on her face. She meets my gaze for only a moment before directing her attention at the others. “Welcome to Klondike Editing Studio! I see this is your first time here. Would you like a tour?”
An extensive tour later, during which everyone has been treated to the choicest attention even a king wouldn’t receive, most of the gang is convinced. A little coaxing from them is enough to bring everyone over. They all sign the forms, too disarmed, too stupid to think of reading them, putting down what they would like edited. They never notice that I don’t sign a form. Nor do they notice the tickets the lady slips into my hand as they are all shown out with assurances for the morrow.
By the next day, the gang all have their favorite girls back, rich with money that never belonged to them, just rolling in the cakewalk that life has suddenly become. The gang splits in two, because a so many of the members couldn’t stand each other. Now, I walk the no man’s land of the moderator, maintaining links and relations between the two. It is rough work, and the thought that it will be over soon, and of my freedom, is all that keeps me going.
Soon enough, things start souring. Members turn up in the morning, raccoon-eyes hollow with remembrances of things they never meant to do. They start making mistakes, stupid moves, taking on ridiculously dangerous work as pawns for powerful organizations. One half of the gang is completely wiped out; some dead and the others imprisoned or on one-way tickets to a failed escape. They are all trapped. They sold their souls away the moment they forfeited editing rights over them.
I stay with the remaining few, whispering words of comfort with nothing behind them, pushing them to stand on their last legs for the final mission. It’s a bomb. It is new to the world and completely deadly, the likes of which has never been seen before. We were supposed to have time to get away, after which I was to get rid of the others and board my flight to freedom. Except now, things have gone horribly, horribly wrong.
“Shit! I cut the wrong wire! IT’S GONNA EXPLODE NOW!” This one with trembling fingers is screaming hysterically, but it’s too easy for me to see that this was meant to happen all along. They want to destroy all the evidence. Including me. Red hot fury races through me, quickly replaced by steely intent. So they betrayed me, after all. It’s a good thing I have some tricks up my sleeve. I quickly throw up a shield, tightening it around myself with every last bit of will, until absolutely nothing can penetrate it. As everything blazes white, I grit my teeth, holding the shield in place.
They are going to regret not checking my signature.

Wow, I enjoyed that immensely. Big thanks to @caffeinewitchcraft for the challenge and to @writingpromptsandjunk for this prompt. I so badly had wanted to do the editing studio, and now was my chance. Getting this in late because Dungeons and Dragons, and gonna do the next one after dinner. Though, my next is probably gonna be very D&D themed, because of an awfully exciting game that I can’t get over…

anonymous asked:

Can you add Kagami, Kiyoshi, Izuki and Takao to the mix please admin-sama?! can you do GoM realizing they're falling completely and hopelessly in love with their s/o, and accidentally blurting it out after seeing their s/o do something moronic/cute (such as their s/o's tendency to always pout when they're forced to eat carrots or something)?

This was soooo overdue. I’m sorry guys. Just dropping by to announce I’m not dead and thank you all so much for sticking around with us! P.S. Takao’s ended up being… different… than the rest.

- Lena

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Kagami sighed, but it was difficult to remove the smile from his face. Not that he wasn’t going to at least try, because this was supposed to be a serious place, an important place and there were plenty of people giving them dirty looks over irrelevant reasons anyway.

None of it seemed to deter the girl giggling like a little kid beside him, holding onto his hand like a lifeline.

“Hey, will you stop that already?” he asked, but the fact of the matter was, he didn’t really want her to. Well, he did, but not enough to actually force the issue. Her giggling in general was contagious, the only reason he was only vaguely annoyed was because this time, it was directed at him.

She took a deep breath, glancing up at him. Then she burst into a set of giggles all over again. “I’m sorry, I just–thank you. But you look ridiculous in that monkey suit.”

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