this scene is so dark and so hard to color but this is my favorite scene

anonymous asked:

Hi, I love you blog and your edits. I was wondering if you could possibly do a tutorial on how you make your solid colored background gifs like you did in in your most resent Sansa meme gif set? I am so horrible at it. If not that's fine but if you could thank you in advance. :)

omg thank you sweetie!!! (if anyone’s curious this is the gifset) of course, i’d love to, these are some of my very favorite types of gifs to make. it may be kinda hard at first but once you get used to it it’s really fun! i hope this helps x 


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Captain America 76th Anniversary Celebration Post

The very first Captain America comic has a release date of March 1941, so in order to celebrate the 76th Anniversary of our beloved Steven Grant Rogers, I have asked Tumblr users to submit their favorite Cap comic panels, art, quotes, pictures, meta, gifs, and/or write-ups on what Captain America means to them. And here is what Cap’s fans have to say… (please feel free to reblog and add your own favorite Steve Rogers moments, etc. to this post).

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The Appeal Of Kyoto Animation

I have seen many people saying how K-On is a cheap anime with no creativity and effort put behind this anime. In this blog I want to try to explain what makes Kyoto Animation so appealing and why this statement is not true.

Kyoto Animation is a popular studio which is known for great animation and their slice of life stories, with their unique character designs and very relaxing atmosphere. The funny thing is that what I just said is something you normally shouldn’t. Let me explain this.

I think we have all seen statements like “The animation from Studio Madhouse is amazing” or “Toei Animation always suck”. The reason why it’s not really fair to say that is because the staff for the most studios are usually changing. You don’t have the same team working on every Madhouse production. You don’t have the same director working on every Toei Animation production. Many animators are freelancer who have their own style and way of drawing. So if you see a scene which is really badly animated, it could be the result of just one or two animators screwing up. So blaming the whole studio is kinda unfair. The same can be said about great animated scenes.

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anonymous asked:

Just curious-- what makes the 2009 Emma adaptation a work of art?

*cracks knuckles* *pulls out color coded binder* I’m so glad you asked.

I’ve seen a lot of Emma adaptations: Clueless, Emma (1996), Aisha, the other BBC series (the one with Kate Beckinsdale and Mark Strong), Emma Approved, and of course, the 2009 BBC Miniseries. The 2009 version is my favorite, it always has been, and it always will be. Most of that comes down to characterization, but it is also about the way it captures Austen’s story magnificently though language, set design, costuming, and music.

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Time Travel (Part 3)

Summary: [Y/N] is trying not to develop feelings for Philip

Pairing: eventual Philip x reader

Warnings: unedited, I can’t think of any more

Word count: 1,645 words

A/N: It’s early! Still not my favorite chapter, but I don’t think I like anything I write so it might be okay. Thank you all so much for all the love and support I’ve gotten for this series!

Part 1 | Part 2

He wanted to kiss you. Your lips were right there. Your dress was tight in just the right way to show off your breasts and god did you look good in it. The ashen color of the dress brought out your eyes and he didn’t ever want to look away.

Philip took another step forward and you swore your heart almost stopped. The way he was looking at you, you never wanted him to stop. His hazel green eyes were shining just right in the sun and you could count every dark eyelash. A stray curl fell in his face and you itched to reach up and tuck it back with the rest of his hair. You wanted to let him kiss you, but you knew you couldn’t. You had to focus on getting home. Getting back to your time.

You turned and quickly grabbed Romeo and Juliet from the shelf where you were studying it earlier.

“Can I borrow this?” you asked, turning back to face him, trying your best to act like your heart wasn’t still racing. “I haven’t read it in years.”

Philip took a step back. What was he thinking? He wasn’t even courting you, he had just met you an hour ago and here he was wanting to kiss you? He understood the impropriety of it all, but still…

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actor’s job

genre: this is fluff

warnings: mentions of alcohol

words: 6k

summary: As an actor, Dan’s job is to fall in love. In order for him to do a good job in a film, he has to fall in love with the role he’s playing, he has to love what he’s doing, so it won’t feel like a job.  It’s just that it wasn’t Dan’s job to fall in love with his co-star.

Or, how actor Dan Howell keeps getting cockblocked by literally everyone while he tries to woo-hoo his co-star, Phil Lester.

a/n: *sweats* writing? What’s that? I can’t seem to understand that word. Wow. Sorry for that long-ass inactivity. Huge writer’s block, my guys. I do have another work that I was writing before this, but that one was so heavily planned and so complicated that I took a break from writing to. write. again. so here’s this. It’s silly fluff, basically. I love writing silly clichéd stuff.

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send me fob songs

Evening Out With Your Girlfriend

Honorable Mention+ Have you ever had detention? what for?
Calm Before The Storm (eowyg)+ Do you ever catch yourself daydreaming? What about?
Switchblades And Infidelity+ You can press a button that will make anyone or anything explode. Who or what would you choose?
Pretty In Punk+ What dream color(s) would you love your hair to be?
Growing Up+ Your most favoritest age you’ve been so far?
The World’s Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys In A Broken Down Van)+Name one thing you have wasted time on.
Short, Fast And Loud+ Short or tall? Fast or slow? Loud or quiet?
Moving Pictures+ Would you rather watch a movie at home or at the theatre?
Parker Lewis Can’t Lose (But I’m Gonna Give It My Best Shot)+ What is your favorite day of the whole year?

Take This to Your Grave

Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do TodayDo you get jealous easily?
Dead on Arrival+ How do you start a conversation?
Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy+ What do you think of people who cheat?
Saturday+ Who is your bestfriend?
Homesick at Space Camp+ What is your favorite planet?
Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here)+ Who would you absolutely love to punch in the face?
Chicago Is So Two Years Ago+ Is there anyone in the world you would want next to you right now?
The Pros And Cons Of Breathing+ Do you hate anyone?
Grenade Jumper+ Is there anyone you would take a grenade for?
Calm Before The Storm (tttyg)+ What phobias do you have?
Reinventing The Wheel To Run Myself Over+ Do you consider yourself sucessful?
The Patron Saint Of Liars And Fakes+ Has anyone ever lied to you?

My Heart Will Always Be The B-Side To My Tongue

My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon+ Weapon of choice in zombie apocalypse?
“It’s Not A Side Effect Of The Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love”+ Do you have a promise that you will always keep?
Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner (Acoustic)+ Have you ever been to prom?
Love Will Tear Us Apart+ When was the last time someone told you they loved you?  
Grand Theft Autumn / Where Is Your Boy (Acoustic)+ Are you keeping a secret from someone?

From Under The Cork Tree

Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued+ What name(s) do you dislike?
Of All The Gin Joints In All The World+ First Fall Out Boy song you’ve ever heard?
Dance, Dance+ Favorite line in a song that you would so get tattooed on your ass cheek?
Sugar We’re Going Down+ Favorite pet name to be called?
Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner+ Are you the rarest pepe?
I’ve Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song)+ Have you ever gotten into a fight? if so, what was the outcome?
7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen)+ Least favorite thing about school/college?
Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends+ Your house is on fire. What are the things/people/animals you’d grab on your way out?
I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me+ Bandmemebers you have a crush on?
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More “Touch Me”+ Night owl or early bird?
Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows)+
What do you want to do before you die? Do you have a bucket list?
XO+ Are you reliable? why?
Snitches And Talkers Get Stitches And Walkers+ Have you ever fractured/broken any bones?
The Music Or The Misery+
What band(s) do you absolutely hate?  

Infinity On High

Thriller+ What is one thing you would like to go back and tell your 12 year old self?
“The Take Over, The Breaks Over”+ Do you like having picture taken of you or selfies?
This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race+ If you were the president, what is the first thing you would make illegal and legal?
I’m Like A Lawyer With The Way I’m Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)+ You get three wishes, what are they? (you can’t wish for more wishes)
Hum Hallelujah+ Have you tried to be someone you’re not to impress someone?
Golden+ Favorite gem stone/mineral?
Thnks Fr Th Mmrs+ Best memory of someone who has left your life?
Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am? Bands you’ve seen perform live?
The (After) Life Of The Party+ Would you rather be a ghost or skeleton in the after life?
The Carpal Tunnel Of Love+ Favorite flavor of icecream?
Bang The Doldrums+ Do you wear makeup? if so, what kind?
Fame < Infamy+ Cursive or print hand writing?
You’re Crashing, But You’re No WaveHave you ever been to court? why were you there?
I’ve Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers+ Do you plan on ever getting married?
G.I.N.A.S.F.S.+ What is your eye color? if you could change it, would you?
It’s Hard To Say “I Do”, When I Don’t+ What was the most hurtful thing that someone said to you?

Folie à Deux

Lullabye+ A song you would want your children to listen to.
Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes+ Can you describe yourself in 5 words?
I Don’t Care+ Favorite month of the year? why?
She’s My Winona+Wa aoh oh ooh. What song popped into your head?
America’s Suitehearts+ Andy the Candy, Pete the Treat, Joe the Hoe, or ‘trick the frick?
Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet+ Have you ever lost a bet?
The (Shipped) Gold Standard+ What is the one song that has helped you push through?    
(Coffee’s For Closers)+ How do you like your coffee?
What A Catch, Donnie+ What two bands/musicians should make a song together?
27+ What do you think about aliens?
Tiffany Blews+ Are you scared of the dark?
w.a.m.s.+ Do you like snow?
20 Dollar Nose Bleed+ Would you pay 20 dollars to punch someone in the face?
West Coast Smoker+ What do you think of the ocean?
Pavlove+ Are you happy with the way you look? is there something you would change?

Save Rock And Roll

The Phoenix+ You’re wearing the same thing as someone else. Are you going to be the one to change or are they?
My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark+ Do you enjoy bonfires?
Alone Together+ You are the last person on Earth, but you can choose someone else to be with you. Who would you choose?
Where Did The Party Go+  What is the last thing you drew a picture of?
Just One Yesterday+ What did you do yesterday?
The Mighty Fall+ What is the best pick up line you’ve heard lately?
Miss Missing You+ Do you think anyone misses you at the moment?
Death Valley+ Have you ever broken a promise?
Young Volcanoes+ You are a killer in a horror movie. What song is playing in the background? 
Rat A Tat+ Favorite time of day?
Save Rock And Roll+ Would you get revenge on those who have hurt you?


We Were Doomed From The Start (The King Is Dead)+ Your funeral song?Art Of Keeping Up Disappearances+ Have you ever written your own music or poems?
Hot To The Touch, Cold On The Inside+ Do you think tie dye is still cool?
Love, Sex, Death+ What are your favorite scents?
Eternal Summer+ A summer you will never forget?
Demigods+ What is your favorite type of dinosaur?
American Made+ Do you prefer cooking or ordering take out?
Caffeine Cold+ Ice coffee or hot coffee?

American Beauty / American Psycho

Irresistible+ Favorite city you’ve visited?
American Beauty / American Psycho+ Would you reffered to as the beauty or the psycho
Centuries+ Do you like heavy metal? or hardcore/screaming music?
The Kids Aren’t Alright+ Have you dedicated a song to someone before? what song was it?
Uma Thurman+ Do you believe in miracles?
Jet Pack Blues+ What are your favorite colors?
Novocaine+ Vest, Jacket, or Hoodie?
Fourth Of July+ Do you collect anything? if so, what do you collect?
Favorite Record+ Favorite album?
Immortals+ Favorite animated movie(s)?
Twin Skeletons (Hotel In NYC)+ What is the best thing about Halloween?


Alpha Dog+ Favorte dog breed(s)?
From Now On We Are Enemies+ Do you have more enemies than friends?Lake Effect Kid+ Is there somewhere you rather be?
Roxanne+ Have you ever called the police?
Save Your Generation+ Ever had a rumour spread about you?
Start TodayYou have a free ticket to any concert of your choice. Who would you go see?
Yule Shoot Your Eye Out+ What do you want for christmas?

Not a Morning Person. (MGG)

Warnings: 0

*matthew isn’t a morning person, y’all get in a fight*

Your pov:

The cool autumn morning woke me up in a good mood. I loved the coolness of the weather in the morning. It gave me a feeling that I can’t even describe. I danced downstairs to the kitchen in one of Matthew’s sweaters. I started a pot of coffee and then started to make breakfast for the both of us. When the coffee had finished I poured some in a mug with some half and half. I continued working on the pancakes and bacon. I pulled out two plates, another mug for Matthew and two forks. I put the food on the plates and poured him some coffee setting the food down on a tray. ‘Breakfast in bed sounds good to me.’ I quietly made my way back up the stairs and pushed open the door. I sat the tray down on his night stand as I was about to wake him up. “Matt. Matthew, wake up.” I asked him shaking his shoulder a bit. He groaned out a no and turned over. “Come on baby, wake up I made us breakfast.” I told him rubbing his back and slowly shaking him a bit. “No.” he said forcefully. “Matthew come on. You need to get up. You have a scene early today.” I told him in a monotonous voice. He mumbled something into the pillow that was hard to understand. “What babe?” I asked him “I  said fuck off.” he roared and turned around knocking the tray of food on the floor. I looked down at the broken glass and teared up as I backed away from him. I saw his eyes turn from anger to worry. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.” he said getting up walking towards me. I backed up and frowned at him. “I’ll just go, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you mad.” I said quietly walking out of the room. “Wait Y/N, I didn’t mean to spill that onto the floor and I’m sorry that I told you to fuck off.” I just nodded my head going into hiding. 

His pov:

Fuck me. Fuck my life. Fuck everything. Why did I have to be so rude to her. I didn’t mean to I’m just not a morning person. I went back to our room when she went into hiding and cleaned up the food and coffee. I frowned and got ready for work. I felt so bad making her feel upset. I pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt making my way to the front door to leave. “Y/N, um I’ll be back later. I’m really sorry.” I yelled throughout the house walking outside to my car. When I made it to set I heard Shemar come up behind me and pull my hair. “Fuck off will you.” I told him angrily. “Woah what’s your deal.” I sighed “Just fuck off, I’m not in the mood.” “Are you and your fine little lady having issues?” I pushed him “Fuck off Shemar. Don’t fucking say that about her.” “Geez, whatever.” he said walking away rolling his eyes. I sighed and got to set getting on my Spencer wear. My mind was so preoccupied with her that I could barely think about the lines I had to say. After I was done shooting the scenes I had, I pulled back on the clothes I had on before. I drove to the store and sat there for a few minutes just relaxing. I turned off the car and sighed getting out. I went to the flower section picking out some autumnal colors thinking Y/N would like them. I then went to the snack section getting her favorite snacks. I got up the cash register and waited for the woman to ring me up. “So what happened?” she asked me looking at the flowers and snacks. I looked at her confused, “What happened with your significant other?” she asked again, “Oh you mean my girlfriend. Um, I’m just not a morning person, lets just put it at that.” I said frowning a bit. “I understand honey. It can get to you sometimes.” I nodded as I gave her my card letting her swipe it. She bagged the snacks and gave me the flowers, “Good luck sweetie.” she told me as I walked out of the door. ‘I was going to need it.’ 


I soon got back and opened the font door. It was silent, the lights were dimmed low and Y/N was nowhere to be found. I sighed and sat the things I got for her on the counter grabbing a vase for the flowers. I unwrapped them from their plastic wrap and put them in the water. I unbagged the snacks and sat them also on the counter. I quietly walked up the stairs searching for Y/N. “Y/N? Where are you?” I yelled out. The faint sound of music echoed through my ears. ‘Ah, the bath.’ I walked into our bedroom going the the bathroom door. I quietly knocked on the door. “May I come in?” I asked through the white door. She quietly said a yes and I pushed the door open to see her in the dark in the bath. “Why are you in the dark?” I asked confused, “It just makes me feel better.” She said timidly. “Can I get in with you?” She coughed a bit. “I’d rather you didn’t, I’m about to get out anyway, its getting cold in here.” she said “Oh.” i frowned a bit and turning back towards the door. “Matthew?” she asked me in her fragile voice. I turned back to her and raised a brow, “Will you get me a towel?” she asked pointing to the closet. I nodded and smiled a bit happy that I was finally doing something for her. She stood up and I wrapped the soft towel around her delicate body. I brought a hand up to her hair tucking the stray piece behind her ear. She leaned into my touch and kissed the palm of my hand. I helped her step out of the tub bringing her into my chest resting my chin on top of her head. I rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. “I’m really sorry about this morning, I didn’t mean to dump our food in the floor. You were just trying to be nice.” she nodded into my chest and sighed. “I bought you some flowers, and your favorite snacks.” I told her as I felt her smile into my chest. “Can we watch some movies?” she asked looking up into my eyes with her beautiful ones. I smiled at her and nodded. “Can I borrow a shirt too?” “Of course, I love you in my shirts.” 

ser-lorass  asked:

So we know your thoughts on R+L=J but what about R+L = J+M? They are the same age, she could be the third head (Though not what R planned). Her book description is similar to Arya, who we know looks the closest to Jon.

Hi ser-lorass! I’m responding to you, and to aplyflwynd, baasovlov, and staybadassmissjackson, who all sent in asks on this subject. I’m also addressing this answer to huffingtonpost/huffposttv, whose wonderful little article is the reason why I’ve received 4 asks on this subject in less than 36 hours.

The theory: R+L=J+M – that Jon Snow is not the son of Ned Stark and some unknown woman, but actually the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark… but Lyanna didn’t just have one child, she had twins! Jon and Meera Reed are twins, just like Luke and Leia!!! Oh my god, this changes everything!!!!!

The evidence: Looks.

HuffPo posted some pictures of Kit Harington and Ellie Kendrick, the actors who play Jon and Meera (respectively) on Game of Thrones, and says they look alike. Um, sure. Maybe they might, a little. (If you ignore bone structure, facial shape, eye shape, jaw shape, nose shape, lip shape, everything except for the fact they both have dark curly hair.) But the show is the show, and we can note that Arya and Jon are supposed to look extremely alike, as well as Ned and Jon, and yet… they don’t. Not to mention the fact that Bran and Rickon are supposed to all be auburn-haired and have the same face shape as Robb and Sansa and their mother Catelyn… and yet, on the show, they don’t. The show’s casting doesn’t prove anything, sorry.

But “Meera looks like Arya in the books”, you say! No, not really. Bran’s narrative says she reminds him of Arya. (So does one of the Children of the Forest, note.) And this is the reason why:

Jojen was so solemn that Old Nan called him “little grandfather,” but Meera reminded Bran of his sister Arya. She wasn’t scared to get dirty, and she could run and fight and throw as good as a boy.

A Clash of Kings, Bran IV

However, this is what Meera actually looks like:

As the newcomers walked the length of the hall, Bran saw that one was indeed a girl, though he would never have known it by her dress. She wore lambskin breeches soft with long use, and a sleeveless jerkin armored in bronze scales. Though near Robb’s age, she was slim as a boy, with long brown hair knotted behind her head and only the barest suggestion of breasts. A woven net hung from one slim hip, a long bronze knife from the other; under her arm she carried an old iron greathelm spotted with rust; a frog spear and round leathern shield were strapped to her back.
Her brother was several years younger and bore no weapons. All his garb was green, even to the leather of his boots, and when he came closer Bran saw that his eyes were the color of moss, though his teeth looked as white as anyone else’s. Both Reeds were slight of build, slender as swords and scarcely taller than Bran himself.

A Clash of Kings, Bran III

Meera Reed was sixteen, a woman grown, but she stood no higher than her brother. All the crannogmen were small, she told Bran once when he asked why she wasn’t taller. Brown-haired, green-eyed, and flat as a boy, she walked with a supple grace that Bran could only watch and envy.

A Storm of Swords, Bran I

Please note that not only is Meera very short for her age (barely taller than an 8-year-old boy), because she’s a crannogwoman, but she also looks much like her brother Jojen, with the same height, the same brown hair and green eyes. Funny, you’d think that if Meera were Rhaegar and Lyanna’s child, she should look like at least one of her parents. (They don’t have contacts in Westeros.)

Jon Snow, however:

Jon’s eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black… –A Game of Thrones, Bran I

[Ned] had a grim cast to his grey eyes this day… A Game of Thrones, Bran I

Arya had her father’s eyes, the grey eyes of the Starks. –A Dance with Dragons, Reek (Theon) II

[Arya] even looked like Jon, with the long face and brown hair of the Starks, and nothing of their lady mother in her face or her coloring. A Game of Thrones, Sansa I

And her betrothed [Brandon] looked at her with the cool grey eyes of a Stark and promised to spare the boy who loved her. –A Clash of Kings, Catelyn VII

The evidence: Age

Shocker! Meera and Jon are the same age! (Both 16-17 years old as of ADWD, both born in 283 AC.) Well gosh oh golly oh wow, you got me there. But you have to pity poor Lyanna, because guess who else was born in 283:

No wonder Lyanna died in childbirth, having undecuplets is really hard on a woman. :(

The evidence: Themes. Oh, this one isn’t even worth talking about, but you remember Romulus and Remus, right? The founders of Rome? They were twins, nursed by a she-wolf! Surely that means Lyanna the Stark she-wolf had twins! And because Jon Snow and Meera Reed are just like Romulus and Remus! I greatly look forward to the scene where Jon and Meera build a city together and then he kills her. Truly, that will be some of GRRM’s finest writing.

But enough about this “evidence”. Let’s talk real proof.

One of the best run-downs of the evidence for Jon Snow’s parentage is here. It’s my favorite link for proof of R+L=J, because it lists all the quotes in the narrative that lead to this conclusion. (Although since it’s a pre-ADWD list, it doesn’t have some of the most recent evidence, but it’s still great.) If you follow the link, you’ll see some of the most significant quotes are from Ned Stark’s narrative. Notably, when Ned is speaking with Cersei, he does not list Jon as one of his children:

“You love your children, do you not?”
Robert had asked him the very same question, the morning of the melee. He gave her the same answer. “With all my heart.”
“No less do I love mine.”
Ned thought, If it came to that, the life of some child I did not know, against Robb and Sansa and Arya and Bran and Rickon, what would I do? Even more so, what would Catelyn do, if it were Jon’s life, against the children of her body? He did not know. He prayed he never would.

A Game of Thrones, Eddard XII

And when he’s in the dungeons, with his regrets:

The thought of Jon filled Ned with a sense of shame, and a sorrow too deep for words. If only he could see the boy again, sit and talk with him…

A Game of Thrones, Eddard XV

People who believe in the R+L=J theory feel that in this scene Ned is deeply regretting that he has never told Jon Snow the truth about his mother. How interesting, then, that it doesn’t include the line “And if only he could see Meera Reed, sit and talk with her…”

In fact, Ned never once thinks of Meera Reed at all. Take a look for yourself. He does think of Howland Reed a few times, but never about Howland’s children. You would think, if there were any truth to the idea that Lyanna had twins, and made Ned promise to keep her son safe and raise him as his bastard and never tell him about his parentage, but give her daughter away to be raised by someone else (because that makes sense), there’d be some part of Ned’s narrative that would lead to this conclusion. Something about Howland protecting the gift Ned had given him, perhaps. Anything. Any textual evidence of any kind.

Well, there isn’t any. Because this theory is crap, and entirely baseless, with nothing but the coincidence of age and two actors with brown curly hair. Oh, and an idea stolen from movie series that, y’know, is popular and had a heck of a twist that was not that much of a reveal because Leia is the only female character of any substance in the original trilogy… ahem… hey, that is something, isn’t it? If ASOIAF was really leading to some huge reveal about Meera being Jon’s sister, you’d think that Meera would be at least as important a character as Jon? But though I do love her, she really really isn’t; Meera’s a supporting character in Bran’s story, and that’s all. Meera is Howland Reed and his wife Jyana’s daughter, and Jojen’s sister, and that’s all.

(Oh, and Meera’s mother isn’t Ashara Dayne. And Jyana isn’t Lyanna. And Howland isn’t Arthur Dayne. And Howland isn’t the High Sparrow. And Wylla Manderly isn’t Jon’s real twin sister. And Dany isn’t Jon’s twin sister/Lyanna’s real secret child either. You know, this fandom has way too much time on its hands.)

Jem/Tessa question

Hi Cassie! I read TID about a month ago and I just recently finished TMI, and I loved them!! I had a question about Tessa and Jem. I’m not implying that Tessa loves Will more than Jem, but when does Tessa actually develop feelings for Jem? I didn’t see any signs of her thinking of Jem in a romantic way until that scene in Clockwork Prince where they make out. — nialilac

There are so many different ways to fall in love. Sometimes the person falling in love is aware of it. Sometimes it is subconscious until the moment of realization. Sometimes it is very plain in the text. “Wow,” thought Bob. “I sure am in love.” Sometimes it exists in the subtext of how characters behave toward each other and how they think. In gestures and in looks that are not platonic — in physical reactions like feeling it intensely when someone touches you. In worrying about whether you look attractive when you bump into them unexpectedly. In taking pleasure in a situation that requires you to be close to each other. In missing them when they’ve barely been gone a few minutes. I think we’d all agree that these — taken all together — are signs that there is a more than platonic interest.

Usually there isn’t one single moment when feelings are developed — usually it’s a process, and different readers may interpret it differently. For instance, some people twigged to Jem as a romantic interest this early:

Clockwork Angel, page 114

“You should have some breakfast first,” Charlotte fretted,
pushing the plate of bacon toward him. Jem sat, and smiled at
Tessa across the table. “Oh, Jem—this is Miss Gray. She’s—”
“We’ve met,” Jem said quietly, and Tessa felt a rush of heat
in her face. She couldn’t help staring at him as he picked up
a piece of bread and applied butter to it.

Tessa blushes when Jem says that they’ve met — and can’t stop staring at him buttering his toast, which isn’t usually the most riveting thing. Unless it’s a metaphor, like, “I’ll butter your toast.”

Some others may have thought some things about this scene.

Clockwork Angel, page 187:

Jem stroked Tessa’s hand, carefully, soothingly, and looked
up at her with his silver eyes. The expression in them had
not changed with the change in her; he looked at her as he
had before, as if she were still Tessa Gray. “You’re alive,” he
said, in a voice so soft only she could hear it. “You’re wearing
a different skin, but you’re Tessa, and you’re alive. Do you
know how I know that?”
She shook her head.
“Because you said the word ‘God’ just now to me. No vampire
could say that.” He squeezed her hand. “Your soul is still
the same.”
She closed her eyes and sat still for a moment, concentrating
on the pressure of his hand on hers, his warm skin against
hers that was icy cold. Slowly the trembling that shook her
body began to fade; she opened her eyes, and gave Jem a faint,
shaky smile.

Jem can soothe her when no one else can. She notices his eye color, the way he softly strokes her skin and squeezes her hand. How warm he is. But did she start to develop feelings then? Well, perhaps, or it could have been a bit later.

Clockwork Angel, page 281:

“That looked like it hurt.”
Tessa turned. Jem had come up behind her in the corridor,
as silent as a cat. He had changed out of his gear. He wore loose
dark trousers tied at the waist, and a white shirt only a few
shades lighter than his skin. His fine bright hair was damp,
curling against his temples and the nape of his neck.
“It did.” Tessa cradled her hand against her chest. The
glove she wore had softened the blow, but her knuckles still
There was something about the way Jem looked at her, she
thought. Like he could see into and through her. But nothing
inside her, nothing he saw or heard, could bother or upset or
disappoint him.

She notices Jem physically the way she never notices anyone but Will — the way his hair curls, the nape of his neck… He looks at her like no one else does. He can see her, which is how we often describe love: two people seeing each other. But does she have feelings then? Well, she clearly feels something, but it could be very intense, admiring friendship, where you think the other person is really hot. That kind of friendship. The one where they’re the only person who comes after you when you’re upset …

Clockwork Angel 306- 309
“I know what you’re thinking.” The voice that came from
the doorway behind Tessa was soft enough that it could almost
have been part of the wind that rattled the leaves on the tree
Tessa turned. Jem stood in the arch of the doorway, the white
witchlight behind him lighting his hair so that it shone like

Tessa continues to consistently notice even tiny details about how Jem looks.

Tessa giggled. “So where is it, then? This favorite place of
For a moment Jem looked pensive. Then he bounded to his
feet, and held out the hand that did not clasp the cane. “Come
along, and I’ll show you.”
“Is it far?”
“Not at all.” He smiled. He had a lovely smile, Tessa
thought—and a contagious one. She couldn’t help smiling
back, for what felt like the first time in ages.
Tessa let herself be pulled to her feet. Jem’s hand was warm
and strong, surprisingly reassuring. She glanced back at the
Institute once, hesitated, and let him draw her through the
iron gate and out into the shadows of the city.

And his lovely smile. Also, that, which they have just been doing, is flirting. The whole scene is one long flirtation. Then they go to the bridge, and they flirt some more.

Clockwork Angel: 313-320:

“If he wanted me to know, he’d tell me,” Jem said. “You asked
why I think he tolerates me better than other people. I’d imagine
it’s precisely because I’ve never asked him why.” He smiled at her,
wryly. The cold air had whipped color into his cheeks, and his
eyes were bright. Their hands were close to each other’s on the
parapet. For a brief, half-confused moment Tessa thought that
he might be about to put his hand over hers
, but his gaze slid
past her and he frowned.

…oh, almost! I don’t know, I don’t spend a lot of time wondering if my platonic friends are going to touch me. Unless they’re mad at me about something and actively chasing me around the living room with a Swiffer.

Clockwork Angel: 325:
Jem and Tessa reached the steps at the end of the bridge,
and Jem kept a tight grip on Tessa’s hand as they hurtled down
the stairs. Her boots slipped on the damp stone, and he caught
her, his cane clattering awkwardly against her back; she felt his
chest rise and fall against hers, hard, as if he were gasping.

Ooh, the old slip and fall against someone’s broad, gasping chest so they have to put their arms around you move. Works every time.

Clockwork Angel 341-342:
“You said that the drug meant a slow death,” Tessa said. “So
do you mean the drug is killing you?”
Jem nodded, strands of bright hair falling across his forehead.
Tessa felt her heart skip a painful beat. …

“Well, I don’t want you to die,” Tessa said. “I don’t know
why I feel it so strongly—I’ve just met you—but I don’t want
you to die.”
“And I trust you,” he said. “I don’t know why—I’ve just met
you—but I do.” His hands were no longer clutching the pillow,
but lying flat and still on the tasseled surface. They were thin
hands, the knuckles just slightly too big for the rest of them, the
fingers tapering and slender, a thick white scar running across
the back of his right thumb. Tessa wanted to slide her own hand
over his, wanted to hold his tightly and comfort him—

Usually when a character has really strong feelings about another character but doesn’t understand why they’re so strong, or what the nature of them is, it’s an indicator there is something deeper going on. I don’t think Tessa developed feelings for Jem in this scene, but I do think it illustrates that they are and have been developing. Again, she notices him physically and wants to touch him.

Clockwork Angel page 343:
Jem gave her a wistful look. “Must you go? I was rather hoping
you’d stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go,
you must.”
“I’ll stay,” Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down
in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. “I can minister angelically.”
“None too convincingly. And you’re not as pretty to look at
as Tessa is,” Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against
the pillow.

Jem thinks Tessa is pretty! He flirts! And not badly, either. Charming.

Clockwork Angel page 359:
As Tessa moved to go after them, she felt a hand on
her arm, a touch so light she almost might not have noticed it.
It was Jem. “Wait,” he said. “Just a moment.”
She turned to look at him. Through the open doorway she
could hear a murmur of voices—Henry’s friendly baritone,
Jessamine’s eager falsetto rising as she said Nate’s name. “What
is it?”
He hesitated. His hand on her arm was cool; his fingers felt
like thin stems of glass against her skin. She wondered if the
skin over the bones of his cheeks, where he was flushed and
feverish, would be warmer to the touch.
“But my sister—” Nate’s voice floated into the hallway,
sounding anxious. “Is she joining us? Where is she?”
“Never mind. It’s nothing.” With a reassuring smile Jem
dropped his hand. Tessa wondered, but turned and went into
the drawing room, Jem behind her.

Another reason Nate is hateful. Interrupting just when Tessa is thinking about what Jem’s hands feel like on her, and what it would be like if she caressed his face. You know, how you think about people you don’t have platonic feelings for. :P

Clockwork Angel page  390-391:

It was Jem who broke away and ran up the stairs to her. As
he reached her, she saw that he had high color in his face, and
his eyes were bright and hot. She wondered how much of the
drug Will had let him take, so that he would be ready to fight.
“Tessa—,” he said.
“I didn’t mean to say good-bye,” she said quickly. “But—it
seems odd to let you leave without saying anything at all.”
He looked at her curiously. He did something that surprised
her then, and took her hand, turning it over. She looked
down at it, at her bitten fingernails, the still-healing scratches
along the backs of her fingers.
He kissed the back of it, just a light touch of his mouth, and
his hair—as soft and light as silk—brushed her wrist as he lowered
his head. She felt a shock go through her, strong enough
to startle her, and she stood speechless as he straightened, his
mouth curving into a smile.
“Mizpah,” he said.
She blinked at him, a little dazed. “What?”
“A sort of good-bye without saying good-bye,” he said. “It
is a reference to a passage in the Bible. ‘And Mizpah, for he said,
the Lord watch between me and thee when we are absent one from

Mizpah rings and brooches were exchanged by lovers in the Victorian era. A way of saying “I love you, think about me” when they were separated. It was not something you’d give a friend. But even granted that knowledge is esoteric, the hand-kissing, the slide of his hair over her skin, the physical shock that goes through her when he touches her — none of that is a platonic reaction.

Clockwork Angel 467-472

“Will is … difficult,” Jem said. “But family is difficult. If
I didn’t think the Institute was the best place for you, Tessa, I
would not say that it was. And one can build one’s own family.
I know you feel inhuman, and as if you are set apart, away from
life and love, but …” His voice cracked a little, the first time
Tessa had heard him sound unsure. He cleared his throat. “I
promise you, the right man won’t care.”

I wonder who that could be?

Clockwork Prince 7-8
“Oh, yes. It really does look just as I imagined,” Tessa said, and
turned to smile at the boy who stood beside her. He had just
helped her over a puddle, and his hand still rested politely on
her arm, just above the crook of her elbow.
James Carstairs smiled back at her, elegant in his dark suit,
his silver-fair hair whipped by the wind.

Jem is being a Victorian gentleman here, helping Tessa over puddles. Technically he should do it for any lady, but …

“I shall count that as a blessing,” said Jem. “I was beginning
to worry, you know, that everything you encountered in
London was going to be a disappointment.”
A disappointment. Tessa’s brother, Nate, had once promised
her everything in London—a new beginning, a wonderful
place to live, a city of soaring buildings and gorgeous parks.
What Tessa had found instead was horror and betrayal, and
danger beyond anything she could have imagined. And yet …
“Not everything has been.” She smiled up at Jem.
“I am glad to hear it.” His tone was serious, not teasing.

If he flirted like that with any lady, he would be condemned to be considered a cad, bounder and rogue. In the Victorian era, this was like falling to your knees in public and producing a ring.

She looked at him, and felt herself
flush. “I can’t explain it. It’s like being among friends, being
among these names. Silly, I know …”
“Not silly at all.”
She smiled at him. “How did you know just what I’d want
to see?”
“How could I not?” he said. “When I think of you, and you
are not there, I see you in my mind’s eye always with a book
in your hand.” He looked away from her as he said it, but not
before she caught the slight flush on his cheekbones. He was so
pale, he could never hide even the least blush, she thought—
and was surprised how affectionate the thought was.

So, Jem tells Tessa he thinks about her — thinks about her a lot —and the thought of her makes him blush. Something tells me he’s not actually thinking about her reading. Or at least, that’s probably not all she’s doing. In fact, they’re both blushing. They’re standing there, blushing at each other, while Tessa exclaims in wonder that Jem knows her so well. Again, I think that this is part of the development of her feelings — the larger context of the scene discusses all the places they’ve been to together, everything they’ve seen, the things Jem has done to cheer her up — but there is already a developed base of feeling here.

Clockwork Prince 35-36:

“Come.” Jem took her arm lightly. A gentleman would not
normally touch a lady in public, but here in the Institute the
Shadowhunters were more familiar with one another than
were the mundanes outside. When she turned to look at him,
he smiled at her. Jem put the full force of himself into each
smile, so that he seemed to be smiling with his eyes, his heart,
his whole being.

Clockwork Prince 35-36:46: 
“I know what Jessie will say. She’ll say the only thing she needs
assistance fending off is handsome suitors.”
“Wouldn’t she rather have help fending off the unattractive
“Not if they’re mundanes.” Tessa grinned. “She’d rather an
ugly mundane than a handsome Shadowhunter any day.”
“That does put me right out of the running, doesn’t it?” said
Jem with mock chagrin, and Tessa laughed again.
“It is too bad,” she said. “Someone as pretty as Jessamine
ought to have her pick, but she’s so determined that a
Shadowhunter won’t do—”
“You are much prettier,” said Jem.

Flirt, flirt, flirt. I mean, I suppose telling a friend how pretty they are in a purely platonic way is not impossible, but it’s a real stretch, and would have been even weirder in the Victorian age. Add it to all the blushing and that would be very odd “friend” behavior. We can see how Jem acts with his female friends — Sophie, Charlotte — and it isn’t like this.

Jem’s feelings about Tessa are a lot more clearly delineated than hers for him, mostly because she’s in denial. Jem, on the other hand, is not. Every time he shows up he has small cartoon hearts in his eyes. Though I guess the question was about Tessa’s feelings so we can take it as read that Jem’s are obvious. By now Tessa’s are pretty obvious too.

Clockwork Prince 51-52:
Sophie gave a little yelp of surprise and backed up as one of
the dangling ropes began to sway and a dark shape appeared
over their heads. It was Jem, clambering down the rope with
the graceful agility of a bird. He landed lightly in front of them,
and smiled. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
He was dressed in gear as well, though instead of a tunic
he wore a shirt that reached only to his waist. A single leather
strap went across his chest, and the hilt of a sword protruded
from behind one shoulder. The darkness of the gear made his
skin look even paler, his hair and eyes more silver than ever.

He looks hot. Tessa notices, and …

Their eyes met, and in another moment
of wordless communication, Tessa heard what he was really
saying: I’m not well enough often enough to train you reliably. Her
throat hurt suddenly, and she locked eyes with Jem, hoping
he could read her silent sympathy in them. She did not want
to look away, and found herself wondering if the way that she
had scraped her hair back, carefully pinning it into a bun from
which no stray strands escaped, looked horribly unflattering.

Tessa worries about whether she looks pretty in front of Jem, who is looking very pretty himself. Her feelings are starting to actually push against the base of denial she’s built up. She can’t stop looking at him. If she really thought about why she was worrying how she looked in front of Jem … well, she sure doesn’t worry the same thing about Gabriel or Gideon.

Clockwork Prince 59:

“There’s a salve the Silent Brothers make, for sore muscles.
Knock on the door of my room before you go to sleep, and I’ll
give you some.”
Tessa flushed slightly, then wondered why she had flushed.
The Shadowhunters had their odd ways. She had been in Jem’s
room before, even alone with him, even alone with him in
her night attire, and no fuss had been made over it. All he
was doing now was offering her a bit of medicine, and yet
she could feel the heat rise in her face—and he seemed to see
it, and flushed himself, the color very visible against his pale

At this point, the feelings are there. They are developed. This is tension, of the sexual kind — Jem’s mentioned something about sore muscles and salve, and Tessa has turned the color of a tomato and is freaking out. Again, they stand there, blushing at each other. This is the problem when everyone involved is shy. However, if this were a book with no Will in it, no one would even consider any possibility except that this was a book about how Tessa and Jem are falling in love.

Clockwork Prince 99: “Shall we go in, my betrothed?” Jem said softly in her ear. She
could feel the laughter in him, vibrating through his bones,
communicating itself to her. She almost smiled. “Let us beard
the lion in his den together.”

Boy is Jem having a lot of fun with their fake marriage. Boy is Tessa not minding.

Jem looked not ill but very tired, though his exhaustion only served
to point up the delicacy of his features. His beauty did not blaze
like Will’s did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its
own muted perfection, the loveliness of snow falling against a
silver-gray sky.
“Your ring!” She started up suddenly as she remembered
that she was still wearing it. She put the button back into her
pocket, then reached to draw the Carstairs ring off her hand. “I
had meant to give it back to you earlier,” she said, placing the
silver circlet in his palm. “I forgot …”
He curled his fingers around hers. Despite her thoughts of
snow and gray skies, his hand was surprisingly warm. “That’s
all right,” he said in a low voice. “I like the way it looks on you.”
She felt her cheeks warm. Before she could answer, the train
whistle sounded

Jem is making Tessa blush so much it is a wonder she does not invest in a practical veil. Jem is admittedly a more subtle flirt than Will, but I like the way my wedding ring looks on you is pretty overt. Also Tessa sure has a lot of thoughts about how beautiful he is.

Clockwork Prince 165-166:
Tessa looked around, about to say something to the boy
with his arms around her—and stopped. She had forgotten
that it was Gabriel beside her, not Jem. She had grown so used
to Jem’s presence, the ease with which she could converse
with him, the comfort of his hand on her arm when they
walked, the fact that he was the only person in the world now
she felt she could say absolutely anything to. She realized
with surprise that though she had just seen him at breakfast,
she missed him, with what felt almost like an ache inside.
She was so caught up in this mixture of feelings—missing
Jem, and a sense of passionate protectiveness over Sophie—
that her next throw went wide by several feet, flying by
Gideon’s head and bouncing off the windowsill.

Gabriel has his arms around Tessa, but she’s imagining someone else is holding her. Jem. Jem, the only person in the world she can say anything to. She just saw him at breakfast, and she misses him. Apparently it is too painful to wait for lunch. They should consider instituting second breakfast, like hobbits.

Alas, poor Gideon suffers from the agonies of her love, nearly getting an arrow in the head. It is hard to be a Lightworm.

Clockwork Prince  175-176:
Jem stood up. “I should go.”
“Don’t you mean ‘we’? You weren’t thinking of going looking
for Will without me, were you?” she asked archly, and
when he said nothing, she said, “That letter was addressed to
me, James. I didn’t have to show it to you.”
He half-closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened
them, he was smiling crookedly. “James,” he said. “Ordinarily
only Will calls me that.”
“I’m sorry—”
“No. Don’t be. I like the sound of it on your lips.”
Lips. There was something strangely, delicately indelicate
about the word, like a kiss itself. It seemed to hover in the air
between them while they both hesitated. But it’s Jem, Tessa
thought in bewilderment. Jem. 

This is one of those scenes where the reader knows more than the narrator: in this case, Tessa. Jem only has to say the world “lips” and he and Tessa both fall apart in torments of socially awkward desire. Tessa may be thinking “What? But it’s Jem!” but everything she’s thought, felt and done indicates that But it’s Jem is about to become Yes, Jem, yes.

Clockwork Prince 180-181:
“Indeed,” she said. “Though it is not so much a mystery,
is it? Will would do anything for you—”
“I’m not sure I would take it quite that far.” Jem’s tone was
“Of course he would,” said Tessa. “Anyone would. You’re so
kind and so good—”
She broke off, but Jem’s eyes had already widened. He
looked surprised, as if he were not used to such praise, but
surely he must be, Tessa thought in confusion. Surely everyone
who knew him knew how lucky they were. She felt her cheeks
begin to warm again, and cursed herself. What was going on?
A faint rattle came from the window; Jem turned after a
moment’s pause. “That will be Cyril,” he said, and there was
a slight, rough undercurrent to his voice. “I—I asked him to
bring the carriage around. We had better go.”

Blush, blush, flirt; flirt.

Clockwork Prince 187:
“Say something in Mandarin,” said Tessa with a smile.
Jem said something rapidly, that sounded like a lot of
breathy vowels and consonants run together, his voice rising
and falling melodically: “Ni hen piao liang.”
“What did you say?”
“I said your hair is coming undone. Here,” he said, and
reached out and tucked an escaping curl back behind her ear.
Tessa felt the blood spill hot up into her cheeks, and was glad
for the dimness of the carriage. “You have to be careful with
it,” he said, taking his hand back slowly, his fingers lingering
against her cheek. “You don’t want to give the enemy anything
to grab hold of.”

Touching, blushing, flirting, sexy phrases in Mandarin. Jem just told her she was beautiful, and while she may not know, she knows. There is of course quite a bit more after the scene where they make out, but I told myself I’d stop there.

I couldn’t say which of these scenes — and I left a lot of others out — is the one where Tessa falls in love. In some ways I think it’s totally open to the reader to pick which one they want it to be. I think that rather than being a bolt of lightning, this is the kind of love that is like a gathering storm. Tessa comes to know Jem, to care for him, to respect him, to value him as a friend, then to value him as her best friend, and in parallel to this, she notices that he is beautiful, and then that beauty ceases to be abstract and becomes something that physically and immediately affects her. She is moved and attracted. She wants, she desires. That’s why the scene where they do finally make out is somewhat explosive and sudden: it’s the culmination of a lot of pent-up desire that we’ve been seeing grow on both sides for many hundreds of pages. I mean, that’s why it was fun for me to write, anyway. :)

Philinda (May/Coulson) Rec List

I’m new to the fandom (hey guys!) and I don’t remember a time when I got into a fandom and didn’t make a rec list for my favorite pairing, so here it be.

Also, to be fair, soulmate AUs are my absolute favorite and I’m pretty sure I have all of the Philinda soulmate AUs on this list….no regrets.

if you read something and love it, make sure you leave behind some kudos or a good comment!

There are 38 fics in this list

Partners: Academy cadet Melinda May expects to be assigned with a fellow specialist after Graduation. When a provisional list says otherwise, Melinda decides to prove that she and her future partner are not a good match. But as she gets to know field agent Phil Coulson, Melinda realises they are perfect together in more ways than one.

shadows fade into the light: “Soulmates weren’t necessarily connected by romance. One could have a soulmate solely based on platonic connection. It was the bond that was important, and whilst the majority were indeed vested in intimate relationships, there were also many pairs who lived simply as lifelong friends.”

In a Dream: Melinda and Phil discuss dreams during a phone call late at night. - Or the one in which she calls him back once and hangs up on him twice.

I thought that you might take me home: It’s not unusual for Melinda to have trouble sleeping. She hasn’t slept for extended periods of time since before Bahrain, so when two am rolls around and she’s merely twisting and turning in the sheets, she gets out of bed and heads for the gym.

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I Won’t Say It

Part One

Part two of Blood Brothers. Now focused more on the second of the two prompts. Word count: 1500 ish

“Could you do a little drabble where the reader and Reid were best friends when they were little, but the reader then moved. But later on in life, the team has a case and they have to call in a forensic science team and the reader is on the team? Then the reader and Reid go get a coffee after the case is solved and there’s a lot of fluff and bubbly excitement? Sorry if that’s hard to understand.”


“Could you do a reader x Reid where they work together and Reid very obviously has a crush on the reader and he’s asked her out on multiple occasions and she’s turned him down every time for whatever reason but then one day he asks her out again and she finally says yes and they go and have a cute little first date and they both have a great time and just general fluffiness?”

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Creepypasta #367: Summer Night

2:00 AM

The clock on the wall chimed 2:00 as the wind rustled the leaves outside of the two story suburban home. Inside, Kelly Mock awoke to the sound of her daughter’s scream splitting the darkness, rending it apart.

She rushed in, flipped on the light, and found her daughter hiding under the covers. Kelly walked over and sat on her daughter’s bed. She pulled the covers off of young Lillian’s head.

“No mommy, don’t!” the little girl exclaimed as she made to cover her face again. Lillian was whiter than snow, with beads of sweat running down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong baby? Did you have a bad dream again?” Kelly touched her daughter’s forehead. A little warm, but not indicative of a fever.

“There is nobody here sweetheart. See, nobody even in your closet,” she said as she got off the bed and opened the closet. “You probably just ima-” Kelly stopped mid-sentence, mid word, as a shiver ran down her spine. The breeze that had so quietly filled the neighborhood with a light summer air was now flirting with the edge of the curtains on Lillian’s window. Kelly approached the ledge and pulled back the thin, black fabric sheets. There was the window, and also a 2 inch gap, that had not been there before.

“Lillian, I locked your window before I went to bed. When did you open it?”

“I didn’t mommy, I promise! He must have opened it!” Kelly looked out towards the empty street, down as far as she could see. Surely her little girl was just having a nightmare, right? Could it be possible that someone had broken in to their home?

“Tell you what darling. Your father will be home later, and we will have him look at the window, ok? For tonight, you can come sleep in my room.” Kelly grabbed her little girl and the blanket that she kept with her, like most seven year olds have. The curtains on the window fluttered as a street light went out a few houses down, covering the corner in complete darkness.

10:37 AM

Kelly was making toast and eggs, while Lillian was coloring at the kitchen table, when the doorbell rang.

“Oh I wonder who that could be?” Kelly jokingly asked as she set the timer on the toaster and went to answer the door.

“Hello there gorgeous!” Roger Mock was a business man, specializing in sales and marketing for a large insurance company on the west coast. This didn’t bother Kelly, but it was lonely when he had to leave for a week or so to take business trips away from their South Carolina home.

“Hey daddy!” Lillian ran into his arms and he scooped her up.

“How are you darling?” Roger spun her around and set her down.

“I’m fine, just got scared last night.”

“What happened?” Roger looked at Kelly when he asked this.

“She had a nightmare about a man in her room, but she says she just dreamed him, right Lillian?”

“Right, it was all a dream. I’m okay and so is mommy, and so are you daddy!”

Roger chuckled as he went down the hall to unpack his suitcase.
Kelly entered in behind him and shut the bedroom door. “Hey Roger…this may sound odd…but the window in her room was open after she got scared and…well…do you think someone could have opened it?”

“Well, I suppose so,” he replied, eyeing his wife cautiously. “If you want, I’ll check the locks today, and see if I notice anything in the yard.”

Kelly leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, then went back out to tend to the breakfast.

11:30 PM

Roger climbed in to the bed he shared with Kelly, and took the book from her hands.

“Did you check to make sure everything was locked?”

“Yes I did. Nobody will be getting in this house, I guarantee.” Roger kissed his wife and they both soon drifted to sleep.

2:11 AM

The floorboards creaked inside of Lillian’s room as the wind blew hard against the tightly sealed window.

10:04 AM

It was Roger who was now awoken by screams. Screams from his wife, who had just walked in to her daughter’s room to find a pool of blood dripping from the bed to the floor, her daughter in the middle. A thin red line extended from one side of her neck to the other, and her mouth hung open at an odd angle. Roger had to take hold of his wife, who was now convulsing with despair. She was trying to hit the walls, to bang her head on them, and it was all he could do to drag her out of the room. Then they saw the message, written in the young girl’s blood on the door:


Kelly screamed violently, and Roger pulled her down the hallway, and into the living room.  He went back and took a picture of the scene, then shut the door.  He pressed three numbers on his phone. 

“Hello this is 911, what is your emergency?” 

3:55 PM

Roger and Kelly entered the police station to give their statement as the scene was documented and taped off in their house.

7:12 PM

Roger and Kelly came home to find a house covered in police tape on one side, and depressing memories on the other. They got ready for bed, and settled in, trying to make sense of why their lives were shattered.

“Baby, we can figure this out tomorrow. Let’s get some rest.” He shut off the light.

2:22 AM

Roger Mock got out of bed and went down the hall. He grabbed his coat from the closet, and came back to his bedroom. He entered the master bathroom and pulled his traveling bag from under the sink. He opened it and put in the essentials: his toothbrush, his floss, his straight edged razor. The razor he hadn’t cleaned. The razor still covered in the blood of his daughter. He zipped up the bag and turned off the light. He sat on the edge of the bed and filled his suitcase with his business clothes and a few things for travelling. He walked out of the room, taking care to step over the body of his dead wife, who had been smothered to death in her sleep, the silk covered pillow lying beside her lifeless corpse.

Roger got in his car and plugged his phone into the charger. He opened it and scrolled through the contacts, stopping at Amanda Gardner. He pressed CALL.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Rin- “Mmmff…hello?”

“Hey gorgeous, I’m leaving the meeting and I’ll be home soon. Can’t wait to tell you and the kids all about my trip!” He said, smiling in the rearview and looking at the 2 story house in the background, the summer wind whipping the branches in the trees.

Credits to: thomasatnip

Uncovering the Quiet Horrors of DC/Vertigo's 'Clean Room'

Fittingly for a comic book dealing with hidden fears and unknown danger, DC/Vertigo’s Clean Room isn’t something that makes you jump out your seat while reading. Instead, it sticks in your head and makes you feel uncomfortable after you’ve finished. With the first collection reaching bookstores today, creators Gail Simone and Jon Davis-Hunt told THR just why that’s a good thing, and hint at what the series is really about.

“I love in-your-face, jump-cut horror, I do. But I also love that horror that gives you a feeling similar to being in a near-miss car accident, where you don’t start shaking ‘til 10 minutes further down the road. And that’s the book we wanted to make,” Simone - who’s previously written Batgirl and Birds of Prey for DC, as well as a critically acclaimed Red Sonja run for Dynamite Entertainment - said. “Not to say we don’t have some viscera, because we clearly do. But I’m blessed with an art and editorial team that has the patience to wait to drop the explosives.”

Clean Room is about what lies behind a self-help organization led by a woman called Astrid Mueller, who isn’t all she appears to be. The title refers to a particular location, where a person’s fears are revealed, but like its antagonist, there’s a lot more going on in the series than first seems to be the case. For one thing, Simone said, any Scientology metaphors readers pick up may just be red herrings.

“I have little interest in any one cult or cult-like organization. It’s the scope of it that fascinates me,” she explained. “I live in Oregon, it’s got the highest number of cults per capita in the nation, and I’ve spoken with many of these people. The rank and file are not ignorant people, or bad people. It’s often the good in their natures that is targeted for exploitation. Many believe they are doing good in the world. They are saving people. But there’s also the other kind, the kind that simmers a boiling pot of hate and fear. We have a great many militia-like organizations here. I’ve stated before that zealotry is the death of conscience.”

What makes Clean Room “painful,” Simone suggested, is that “we want to know Astrid Mueller’s heart, and she doesn’t share that. We want to know if she’s a positive force, or a dire one. And all we have to go by are her actions, which are swift and often merciless. But is she excused for that because she believes she’s doing right?”

Unusually for a horror property, Clean Room centers on two women - Mueller and Chloe Pierce, a journalist trying to uncover the truth behind Mueller’s organization because her fiance committed suicide months after signing up - with both having agency and power within the story, and not having to be “saved” or defended by a male character.

“It’s certainly hard for me to imagine writing the typical slasher movie heroine in the way that they are traditionally portrayed. I just have no interest in that,” Simone said (although she added “some of my favorite heroines of all time come from horror and horror-proximity films,” singling out Sigourney Weaver’s Ripley from Alien).

“The truth is, no one blinks twice if men are portrayed as having all the power in a fictional narrative, it only seems a bit odd when that’s not the case, and yeah, a big f - you to that. I love male characters, but there are thousands of writers writing millions of stories like the ones we’ve had for decades. I’m happier doing the thing that feels more like a frontier.”

Simone isn’t exploring that frontier alone; joining her on the series is Jon Davis-Hunt, a British illustrator and games designer whose resume includes work on the classic British anthology comic 2000 AD. “Jon’s not just the artist, he’s a co-creator in every sense, every panel has something he’s added to the book,” Simone said. “He never stops, he never lowers his enthusiasm. There are times when you just bless whatever fortunes you have, and that’s how I feel about Jon on this book.”

Davis-Hunt is as effusive in his praise of Simone.

“Gail writes terrific scripts,” he said. “They are just an absolute joy to draw. In many cases, she’ll explain a specific scene, not just visually, but with notes on how she wants the reader to feel, or what emotion she is hoping to convey. That really helps, especially with the big, full-page, horror moments. The big splash pages that are intended to really make the reader go 'Holy shit.’ These notes really help me research a character, or pace out a scene and she’s incredibly creative, writing some really cool, dark and disturbing little horror vignettes. They’re often shocking to read, so I’ll take the scripts and then do my best to draw them in a way that will shock her right back.”

(He’s succeeded; “He’s given me nightmares several times,” Simone admitted. “I just asked him to draw the single most horrific image of my career to date, and I’m actually dreading what it’s going to look like one he’s put his evil spell on it.” The image is set to appear in the comic book series’ 10th issue, for those brave enough to look.)

“I wanted the horror elements to be able to seep into the daylight, so I did a lot of research on clinical environments, scientific research centers and also a lot of botanical and insect reference,” the artist said when talking about his inspiration for the more fantastic imagery in the series. “Places where bright colors and light mix in with practices or organisms that involve fairly horrific stuff. From there, I just try and make the scenes in the book seem as 'normal’ as possible, or rather, stay away from more traditional or gothic horror elements.”

The collaboration between the two allows Davis-Hunt room to improvise, he explained. “I also enjoy playing with pacing and time within the book too, so quite often, I’ll add in extra panels, just to add some additional weight to a specific character moment. A little pause here or there so I can get across the reactions she has mentioned to specific dialogue.”

Working in American comics, where the average issue length is 20 pages, compared with 2000 AD’s five- to six-page episodes, allows for that kind of experimentation, he said. “On Dredd, you could get five or six scene changes in as many pages, filled with a dozen different characters. In Clean Room, I might get as many pages on a single scene, which makes me think more about that specific space, as you want to make that as interesting for the reader as possible. That’s made me think a lot more about what the characters are actually doing in the scene: What are their hands doing? What are they leaning on? What is actually in this space?”

In this series, of course, that last question might be more complicated than it first seems. As Simone put it, Clean Room isn’t just about the relationship between a journalist searching for the truth about a charismatic self-help guru. It’s that, in her words, “all the ridiculous nonsense about demons and aliens that Astrid has warned her inner circle about - well, that may all be coming true.” What is actually in this space?

Clean Room Volume 1: Immaculate Conception, which collects the first six issues of the series, is in bookstores now.

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A Little ‘Ray’ of Sunshine

Okey doke, so there is some context needed for this thing (drabble? snippet? I don’t even know) that you’re about to read, so here goes!

First of all, this was originally a part of Paper Bars, so you should read that first! It’s a conversation between our favorite douche, Ray from Lemonade Mouth! Now, I personally am not Ray’s biggest fan, but let me just tell you, he is a joy to write! Like, he’s such a a-hole but it’s hilarious to write, I had so much fun with this! 

But, incidentally, I had too much fun with this. It ended up being over 6,000 words long, which isn’t too long for my standards, but add that to the already long length of Paper Bars? It was too much. So I had to take the entirety of this scene (which contained Lucas’ only scene in Paper Bars!) out of the fic, which just made me so sad, because I really liked it. But after some deliberation I decided to workshop it to fit after PB but before the last chapter of GGYH! Think of it at GGYH 3.5! It actually fits a lot better here because of the whole ‘Gabe’ thing, and also because it’s closer to Huckleberry Weekend! It all works out! Okay, sorry for my ramble, let’s get on to the fic! :)

A drabble (?) in which: Ray Perry is himself, Maya Hart is at her official bullsh*t limit and Lucas Friar has a terrible, terrible haircut. Enjoy!

RATED: for crude language and humor! Mostly used by Ray (of course) and some swears used by Maya in reaction to Ray! :) 

Okay, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?

p.s. I listened to don’t you wish you wee us during this. I recommend it for appropriate ambiance. :)



5 Days to Huckleberry Weekend

“Okay, so I, as a good Samaritan to the world, and also as someone who really wants to get off the train to PatheticVille, feel like it’s my responsibility to let you know how sad this is getting.”


Maya rolls her eyes towards ceiling in instant exasperation, drops her paint brush into the mason jar of colored water by her side in defeat of getting any more art done for the next hour.

She’ll be too pissed to paint in anything but black until he leaves.

In Maya’s defense, she is not being dramatic. Ray Perry is probably the most irritating person on earth. Even Charlie doesn’t like him, and Charlie likes everybody.

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Cheating (a Calum Hood imagine)- punishment

It had been one month since you left Calum and took refuge at your parent’s place. Your house was left completely in Calum’s hands and that could have been noticed from the empty cans of beer on the living room’s coffee table and in the empty boxes of take-out food that were covering the kitchen’s counter.

Dirty dishes and glasses were filling the sink to the brim while clothes that haven’t been washed in days were scattered on the floor, already making a pile near your bed.

Calum was sitting on the couch, a thing he did regularly nowadays, with a can of beer in one of his hands and a cigarette in the other. The air was thick with all the smoke floating around and the TV was playing in the background, illuminating the otherwise dark room.

The man peppered the ash in the full ashtray, before crushing the bud on the side, letting it fall on top of the others. Getting the pack that was near him, he opened it to grab another smoke and groaned when he found it empty.

Shaking his head, he angrily threw the pack at the wall, making it bounce and fall soundlessly on the ground. He rubbed his face that had a week’s worth of stubble on it, and got up, taking his jacket, wallet and his house keys and exiting the house.

It was a pleasant evening and Calum decided that a walk couldn’t hurt him, so he ignored the small shop that was opened a few blocks from your home and headed, in a casual manner, to the big supermarket you always loved to shop from.

The lights of the store were too powerful for the man’s sensitive eyes, and he squinted when he entered. Going around the store, he noticed parents slowly dragging their children away from him and teenagers snickering at him, amused by his appearance.

Calum’s face hardened and he quickly passed the group of teens that were laughing at the stain on his t-shirt or maybe at his messy hair. He didn’t stay long enough to find out.  Getting at the clerk, he ordered 7 packs of Camels and a white bag and rapidly got out the shop after he paid, the small bag hanging on his wrist.

Liberated from the nasty stares, Calum took a breath of fresh air and randomly walked around, not wanting to return to his empty house just yet. But suddenly, the tan man stopped right in his track and his eyes locked on the restaurant’s door across the street.

A curly blonde man who he recognized as Ashton got out and Calum wanted to shout after him, but his breath stopped right in his throat when he saw you coming out the door Ashton held open for you.

Calum’s plump lips parted and a gasp of shock and pain came out when he saw you laughing at something that Ashton said. His hands balled up firmly and his mouth was pulled in a tight line when he noticed the blonde’s arm snaking around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his body as the two of you walked further away.

Calum wanted to howl, jump on the man he knew from his early days and beat him senselessly, digging his fists in the tender flesh. But he stayed rooted. He couldn’t move, so he just watched as two of the most important people in his life rounded the corner of the street, disappearing from his sight and leaving him behind.

The tan man didn’t knew how long he stood there, with a ton of thoughts swirling in his head, but when his long legs finally stepped forward, the twinkling stars dotted the dark sky.

He reached the house and went in the living room, resuming his previous position. Opening a pack, he took a smoke between his slim fingers and lit it with a shiny, personalized lighter. His brown eyes scanned the dirty room as he breathed in some smoke, and he lowered his eyes, repelled by the way his house looked.

The DVD box underneath the glassed table jumped in his line of sight and he pulled it towards him. Going through the cases, he noticed a white case with Hope’s messy scribble on it. “For daddy” he read out loud and turned the case “From Hoppe and mommy”.

He looked confused at the case, never seeing it before and he concluded it must have been a late birthday present that he never received. Opening the case, he popped the CD in the DVD player connected to the big flat screen and pressed play.

The screen was still black for a couple of moments and Calum furrowed his bushy eyebrows, prepared to press play once again. But music started playing in the background and the screen suddenly lit up to life, showing the two of you, a few years back, at your wedding.

You were smiling at the camera, waving, before the first song of the night played. A younger Calum grabbed your hand and pulled you on the dance floor, taking you in his arms. The two of you danced to the beat of your favorite slow song, your white gown swaying gently from side to side as you looked lovingly at each other. When the music ended, Calum lowered his head and captured your lips, the applauding sound being drown in the moment.

The screen turned blank. The first tears ran on the man’s cheeks and got lost in his beard. The screen brightened up, showing you, this time, pregnant with Hope. You were at your parent’s house, swinging carefully from the old swing you had since you were a child. You were in a baby blue dress that proudly showed your baby bump that you were caressing.  Calum, who was filming, said a few jokes and your eyes snapped at him, a laugh filled with mirth covering Calum’s voice.

The scene changed and you were on a hospital bed, in a white robe. A sheen layer of sweat covered your whole body, making the robe stick to your skin and you moaned at the pain convulsing your body. A nurse entered the room filled with relatives and told you to prepare yourself to be taken into the operation room. You fearful eyes looked directly at the camera, and a shaken smile took over as you whispered ‘Our baby is going to be born, Calum’.

After a time lapse, your living room was filled with Hope’s shrill crying. The baby girl whose skin was still colored an angry red was placed in your arms and you admired the living miracle in your arms, before turning to the camera. You looked again into the camera, this time with joyful tears in your eyes and you said clearly. ’We did it, Cal. Here, meet our baby girl.’ And the camera showed the child that was now looking at the strange creature she would call mother.

The scene changed again. You were in the nursery, swaying on the rocking chair and breastfeeding Hope. You were singing her a lullaby that you mother sang to you when you were younger. The flat screen then showed Hope’s first words, her first steps and her first day at kindergarten.

The video ended with a recent video of both Hope and you. You sung Calum a happy birthday, threw confetti in the air, clapped and laughed at the camera. Hope gave a small speech about how cool she thought her daddy was and you finished by focusing on the camera, your beautiful orbs reflecting a nostalgic feel, and said: “We miss you, Calum. Hurry up and come home. I love you.”

The screen turned blank once again and darkness engulfed Calum body.

He didn’t wanted to cry. He didn’t wanted to admit that he couldn’t function properly without you and his baby girl, although he couldn’t sleep or eat properly anymore. But reality hit him hard and tears flowed from his warm brown eyes, wetting the coarse stubble. He bended over, gripped his hair and pulled roughly. Powerful sobs were shaking his whole body, and his howls of pain were bouncing on the walls. Calum felt trapped, like he was being crushed by an invisible force that was finally bringing a divine punishment upon him and his heart throbbed in agony.

“What have I done?”


Previous&next parts: [Finding out the truth-1] ~ [The first encounter-2] ~ [Revelations-3] ~ [Confrontations-4] ~ [Wake-up call-6] ~ [Choices-7]


This probably was my favorite part to write. It’s filled with emotion, and Calum finally realizes his mistakes and suffers for them.There is going to be one more part, and I need to know if you all want a happy ending? My ask is always available, so please come and give me your opinions. Thank you for reading, reviews are always welcomed and I hope you have a nice day/ night!

Parallels and Contrasts: Nico di Angelo vs Will Solace

(Under a cut due to length and spoilers for Blood of Olympus)

Table of Contents:

Part One: Contrasts

  • Life/Death
  • Light/Dark
  • Sound/Silence
  • Calm/Energy

Part Two: Parallels

  • The Hawaiian Shirt
  • Powers and Energy Use

Part Three: Solangelo vs Percabeth

  • Blood of Olympus and The Lightning Thief

Alright so this is one of my favorite things to rant about. Hopefully the categorization helps keep things shorter.

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Voyager: The Emotional Journey Vol. 1

This post is about a key plot point (which also happens to be a huge part of why this is my favorite book in the series) so it’s very spoiler-y for anyone who hasn’t read the book so far so under the cut it goes. It was also getting a bit long, so I’ve broken my subject down further and will be posting it in chunks. 

Don’t worry. It’s nowhere near as dark or difficult a subject as my Claire’s Ordeal in A Breath of Snow and Ashes post.

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Q: How strong is Haise compared to Kaneki?
If you are talking about Sasaki vs Kaneki before time skip, I believe Sasaki is stronger. He is better at controlling his Kagune. If you are talking about Sasaki persona vs Kaneki inside him, then it’s Kaneki, since Sasaki persona can’t even defeat Nishiki.

Q: I think the twins and Kaneki can not regenerate their Kakuhou, because they not were born Ghoul as Rize. What do you think?
A: Kaneki can regenerate his, or else he would be long dead by now.

Q: Just asking your opinion on Sasaki/Keneki’s Rc level. Its stated that his Rc level is 2753 (TGRe Ch2 Page 5), this bugged me abit reading it due to him being one of the most powerful ghouls in the series and I remembered the past conversation Mado and Amon had when they were first investigating together that the average Rc level in a ghoul is between 1000 - 8000 (TG CH29 page 9) So finally my question is do you think Sasken’s Rc level is being suppressed by CCG due to the centipede personality?
A: I’m not sure if his low Rc Cells count is related to him being suppressed by CCG, or it’s an innate nature of being a half ghoul. That part Ishida-sensei still has some explaining left to do, especially in regards of the Rc Cells gate.

Q: Does Touka have feelings for kaneki? Even just a bit? I feel like she does.
A: Yes, I think she does. The more I read TG, the more hints I found. I’ll write a more detailed analysis about this later.

Q: One of my favorite scenes. Thank you for fixing it, I always thought something was off about it. Most translations seemed off for Touka-chan
A: No problem. :3 Yeah, I have no idea why Touka always gets the short end of the stick when it comes to translations. I guess it has to do with how her words can be interpreted differently depending on how you see her.

Q: I dont know know if anyone asked his already… But are we absolutely sure the waitress at Re is Touka? Part of me was wondering if it was Rize because Rize was also last scene with Yomo and Rize has lighter hair than Touka.
A: Rize’s hair is just as dark as Touka in the manga, so I don’t see where you draw that conclusion from. ^^;;; Hair colors change all the time in TG, so I’m not surprised if Touka dyed her hair or wear a wig to match her hair color with Yomo, since she’s posing as his sister.

Q: In the picture of “Amon” in chapter 12 TG:re, one of his arm is not there…
A: I honestly can’t tell whether he has it or not. ;;;

Q: After i see Amon’s appearance at Chapter 124 and Sillhouete from Ghoul that Donnato mentioned at TG:Re chapter 12, I realized that both are holding same Stick (or maybe sword). Does that mean the ghoul that Donnato mentioned is Amon?? What do you think?.. hehe sorry for my bad English. Btw, thanks for running such a great blog ^_^.
A: Yes, I think Donato was referring to Amon. I doubt Donato has any interest in anyone other than his beloved son.

Q: What is your theory as to why Donato kept Amon alive? And do you think he actually cares for Amon?
A: Donato clearly has strong preference of Amon over everyone else in the orphanage, so yes, I believe he really loves Amon despite his ghoul nature.

Q: In chapter 83, while Amon is speaking to Donato in his cell, he advised Amon: “Instead of the white rabbit, pursue Alice. The destination is the same.” What do you think Donato meant by this? Who or what are the white rabbit and Alice?
A: There are many different interpretation of who they represent, but if we go by Amon’s deduction, he thought “Rabbit” is Touka and “Alice” is either Kaneki or Dr.Kanou.

Q: Hey why suzuya still have 2 leg what i know one of his leg get cut didnt it?
A: Most likely prosthetic. Only time will tell what the other leg actually is.

Q: the Tokyo Ghoul Wiki says Eto and Takatsuki is the same person??? is that true? I was looking through Eto’s bio on the wiki :) thank you for your hard work
A: Yes, it’s true

Q: sorry if this sounds crazy but how do ghouls reproduce? like humans? i think i read somewhere they cant be pregnant or something
Ghouls reproduce just like human. The one that is difficult to get pregnant is humans x ghouls. It’s kinda the same as cross hybrids in real life.

Q: It feels really weird and coincidental that Pierrot and Studio Pierrot are used in TG… Any explanation as to why…? Or just strangely linked together.
They are actually called the Clowns. The Japanese for clown is “piero”, and I think Imperial Scans took the liberty of calling it Pierrot which coincidentally is the studio that animated TG. (Or perhaps Ishida-sensei purposely chose it for the lulz)

Q: I took a glimpse of Saiko’s room and I think I see a poster of Himouto Umaru chan on the wall. Do you think ishida has a love for other manga?
A: Yes. I think so. he made reference to many things, including novels, poetry, games and manga.