this will never have a life span for me

The Problem with writing multi-chapter fanfiction.

  • Person leaves kudos, never comments.
  • Person leaves comment on chapter one about how much they love it and are looking forward to reading more. You never hear from them again.
  • Person leaves comments over a span of chapters (be still my heart, seriously I love you) and then stops commenting somewhere in the middle.

Are you still there? Still reading? Did real life take over? Have I failed you in some way? Did it turn into absolute suck and you just didn’t have the heart to tell me?

Please help me find someone else with my rare conditon

My name is Valerie, I’m a teenager, and I’m chronically ill. 

I’ve been sick for a decade now, and unfortunately, I tend to get all the rare and ~special~ disorders. Because of this, I currently have doctors in nine cities spanning across five states. I battle six chronic conditions, and balancing them is a daily struggle, but I’ve managed. 

But my newest condition has turned my life upside down. It’s called Recurrent Subacute Thyroiditis (RSAT) and most doctors will never see a case of this in their lifetime. I luckily have found a doctor who has least seen a few cases of this before, but I am the youngest person she has ever seen with this condition. 

RSAT is an inflammation of the thyroid that causes overactivity, leading to high heart rates, trouble breathing, low blood pressure, dizziness, chest pains, insomnia, fatigue, hair loss, and muscle weakness. The overactivity lasts for about 2-3 months, and then the thyroid flips to inactivity, leading to lethargy, extreme fatigue, depression, low body temperature, and slow heart rates. The inactivity lasts for 2-3 months, making this a 4-6 month condition. I’m currently in the middle of my second episode, and my first episode was just two years ago.

I am terrified. This condition has caused me to be rushed to the ER twice. This condition has rendered me so dizzy and dropped my blood pressure so low that walking is a hazard and I am in a wheelchair. This condition has prevented me from attending school since the end of October. This condition can occur again, and there is no telling when or how often. 

I’ve scoured the web, posted in countless Facebook groups, analyzed research, and even scheduled a conference call with doctors in another country to try to get some answers. Not only is there no information on it, but I can’t find anyone else with it (and due to HIPPA laws, my doctor is not allowed to connect me with the other cases she has seen). I have support from my friends and family, but they cannot even begin to understand what this is like. 

I am alone in this right now, but I know the internet is a powerful place. I’ve seen other kids with rare conditions find support and/or answers, and I thought I might as well give it a shot. Please, please - even if you don’t have this condition, even if you don’t know me, please reblog this and spread this around. I just need to know that I’m not alone in this. Even finding one person who has this would make the world of a difference.

Thank you in advance. Those who know me best know I absolutely hate asking for help, but I can’t do this alone anymore. 

So there are definitely more serious things but this is really important to me…anything helps I don’t even wanna have to make this but 10 yrs ago I made my mom adopt a cat and I named her hope because she gave me hope. Unfortunately when my mom moved us to Texas to continue her education we couldn’t keep her because we we’re moving in with her brother, so we gave her to my moms foster sister and we never knew what happened after that. This morning the ASPCA in Virginia called and said they found our cat she’s been living outside without care for probably 7 years the average life span for an outdoor cat is 2 to 3 years she is again continuing to give me hope. She’s obviously very old and very sick so I don’t know how long she’ll live but I just want her to live here with me in comfort loved and cared for. But in order for that to happen we have to fly her here and that’s like extra 200 we don’t have… I don’t expect to get the full amount but we could really use the help. I honestly don’t understand how she’s survived this long but I can’t help but feel like it’s a sign after all this time I can’t just let her die now that she’s found us and as her owner I feel responsible and guilty for the life she had to live. I know everyone is struggling so If you can help thank you from the bottom of my heart if you can’t I completely understand and thank you anyway.$Veronicahill

Considering how short human life spans are compared to alien life spans and the fact that Angara love and experience things very deeply, imagine Jaal never being able to get over Ryder’s death. No matter how much time passes he still becomes incredibly sad whenever something reminds him of you and everything does because he still loves you so much. Your death leaves him with a permanent sense of emptiness. He can never love again.

How to make a Servitor.

Servitors are artificial spirits that are made by the practitioner, and are used to complete tasks, or goals set by the petitioner to help him or her in their life, or magical practice. Before you jump right into creating a servitor there are things you must plan out beforehand. It’s a lot like building a blueprint. You don’t just start making the house before you have a blueprint. Here are the things you’re going to need to think about  before building your very own servitor:

1) Purpose

Everything needs a purpose, and it’s your job to pick your purpose for your servitor. A purpose can be anything. You could want your servitor to protect you, or your family. You could want your servitor to help you pass a test. You could have your servitor torture people in their dreams… You know whatever you want. It is important to give your servitor a purpose, because it is dangerous to make a servitor without a purpose. If your servitor does not have a purpose it may go rogue, and we may have a situation like that Jewish story of  "The Golem of Prague", who goes on a murderous rampage. Once you have your purpose feel free to move on to the next step.

2)Spiritual appearance

Now you must create an appearance for your servitor that it will take on the astral, and etheric planes of existence. It is important to keep in mind when making your servitor’s spiritual appearance that the spiritual appearance should reflect the task that they were assigned to complete. If the servitor is for better communication with your peers, then it’s spiritual appearance shouldn’t be a Azathoth looking creature, but maybe perhaps some type of human or anthropomorphic entity. Besides that the you can create any type of spiritual appearance you would like. Male, female, tall, short it’s up to you. You can even say “f*** it, and I’m making this one a shapeshifter”. So have some fun, and do whatever you would like. You also might want to draw a picture, or get some representation of their form once you decide upon it for later steps in the servitor creation process.


This one’s pretty self-explanatory, and again you can pretty much pick whatever you would like. All we’re going to do is think of some personality traits that you would like your servitor to have, like charming, intelligent, funny, friendly, loyal, etc…  So this one is pretty easy, and now that I think about it I have no idea what happens if you don’t give them a personality. I guess they turn into Kristen Stewart, or something. Anyway pick out your personality traits that you like, and move on to the next step.


You like to eat, so do servitors. Feeding a servitor is a lot like charging a Sigil. and you can use all the same methods in order to feed a servitor in the same way you use to charge a sigil. You can also set up some methods of feeding for the servitor that the servitor can do on their own behalf. You could tell your servitor to feed on something like sunlight, or crystals that you have lying around. Not setting up feeding methods, or not feeding your servitor will result in it going rogue, or it finding its own food sources which may not always be more preferable.


There are some people that say the servitors lifespan should not be very long, but in my experience this has not been a problem. In my experience servitors only act up once they do not have a purpose anymore, or if acting up is programmed into their nature, or if they are not being fed. Life span is very based on purpose. If you want your servitor to help you pass a test, then its lifespan should only be until after the test then it will return back to the energy of source. If you wanted your servitor to protect your property then you would need a lifespan that you can end at any time. So then you would need a phrase, or ritual to end its life when the time comes. This phrase, or ritual would not have to be elaborate. It’s never happened to me before, but being on a system like that one could in theory make the servitor want to have self preservation. You would be the only thing that could kill it. So if they took you out then they could go on living. I don’t know if it happens, or not, but that’s just a theory. A Servitor Theory! Thanks for watching…. <– (Tell me if you get that joke.) I always tell my servitor if they try to harm me or anyone I care about they will be terminated immediately. That’s a good enough safety net I guess let’s move on to the next step.

6)The Housing

Now we need housing to ground the servitor to the physical plane. Housing can be things like a rock, a staff, a doll, something you made out of clay, etc… Servitors by nature do not need housing, but it is better to have a physical representation of them for control, and feeding purposes. Housing can be anything, but I would stay away from certain metals because energy does not flow as good through them as it does other materials. It is also better to have a housing made, or created by you, and your hands. Once you find what housing you would like to use you are ready to go onto the next step.


This one is super simple all you have to do is pick a name for your servitor. Literally can be anything Meaningful, or otherwise. All you have to choose a name, and then you can move on to the next step.

8)Making a Sigil

Now you should make a sigil out of the name of your servitor, or out of the purpose of your servitor. You will use this sigil as a true representation of your servitor. If you do not know how to make a sigil you can always Google it, or you should be able to find it by searching back through my posts.

Once you have your sigil you can draw it, or carve it into your housing for your servitor. This would be recommended, but if you do not want to mark the sigil on the housing you can always put the sigil on a piece of paper, and put it underneath your housing during the “Bringing the servitor to life” step.

9) Bringing the servitor to life

Now we just bring together all the materials that we have gathered thus far into a ritual. First thing you’ll want to do is cleanse the area. This can be done through any cleansing method such as the Lesser banishing ritual, smudging, or clap cleansing. Next you’re going to want to cast a circle or use some other form of protection technique. Then you’re going to want to start charging your housing, and your sigil through any form of charging method. Now you’re going to want to enter a Gnostic state of consciousness where you can strongly in vision the energy that you are manipulating. Close your eyes, and in your mind’s eye begin to mold the energy into the spiritual appearance of your servitor. Strongly visualize every little detail of your servitor’s being. Then breathe life into your servitor by just intending for the energy to be alive and to be conscious. Once you have molded your energy into the spiritual appearance of your servitor, then in your head, or out loud call to the servitor. Tell the servitor it’s name, it’s purpose, it’s personality, it’s feeding methods, and it’s lifespan. More focus, and intention you use to create the servitor more put together the servitor will be. Now your servitor is done, and it is alive. Undo your circle, and before you send out your servitor for the task you want them to complete I usually wait one day, and feed my servitor a couple times. I find when I first create a servitor it is incredibly weak so I gave it one day to become a little bit stronger before it starts its task.

ain’t no mountain high enough

Summary: Stark continues looking at Peter. Peter considers the fact that the world is probably going to end within the next few days, and they, collectively, are supposed to be stopping it.

“Uh,” says Peter, waving his fingers a little bit. “It makes you feel really cool. You should try it.”

“We’re not painting our nails to match,” deadpans Stark.

“Well, sure,” says Peter. “But don’t come crawling back to me when you can’t defeat Thanos ‘cause you didn’t wanna harness the power of friendship.”

so this fic came into being for two reasons and two reasons alone. (1) this pure and healing artwork, which is absolutely precious and (2) that one post that’s like – Gamora: “You All Are Not” // Peter: “Y’AIN’T”. i wrote 10k words of fic about nail polish and the power of friendship in space. what a time to be alive. it’s set roughly … a year-ish? after the second movie? and beyond that, etc. peter and gamora have embraced their existence as “married in space”, is what im saying. title’s from the song with the same name OBVIOUSLY, i sincerely hope i’ve done these characters justice bc ive never written for them before, spoilers for vol.2 obviously, and, finally, important to note: I know absolutely nothing about the comics outside of what my little brother has told me in detail, so the line about Everyone Literally Dying is supposed to be a vague plot point reference to the original infinity war comics, wherein according to my brother, everyone literally straight up dies but then the universe is reset and they get up and are totes fine, no big thang. or something. hell if i know. just … ignore it if it’s confusing u, bc it’s confusing me too, i just needed some semblance of plot. enjoy!“You guys … painted your nails to match.”

There’s about three things Peter’s come to know about Tony Stark in the brief period they’ve been acquainted.

One: he appreciates some bangin’ tunes, which Peter has maintained since he was a skinny kid trying to make friends amongst human-eating space pirates is an immediate and automatic reason to respect a man;

Two: he’s kind of secretly scared shitless of Nebula. Peter understands this. Everyone’s kind of secretly scared shitless of Neblua, except for maybe Gamora, of whom many people are also scared shitless (hell yeah, thinks Peter; his wife is so much cooler than him);

Three: the guy’s an asshole, but that’s mostly just how he deals with stuff, which means that he’s an asshole-but-not-really-an-asshole, or at least, the sort of asshole who can be tolerated and even liked. Peter, personally, can relate to this more than most.

But, seriously? He’s hating on the team colours?

“Uh, yeah,” says Peter. “You guys don’t have that?”

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i’m honestly so sick of people trying to defend makeup. i wear loads of it every day and i hate it. it’s taken over parts of my life.

since the seventh grade, i have only gone to school without makeup ONCE. i’m about to graduate high school.

in the span of almost 5 years, i have never gone to school without makeup, except for one day when my therapist made me. 5 YEARS. i refuse to go without it. the one day i did it (a month ago) i cried. i kept my head down the whole day. i felt like i was showing the world i was lying to them.

i won’t go to family events without makeup. i won’t pick up food without makeup on. most of the time, i won’t even go to fucking walgreens without makeup on.

i have been taught by society that my natural face is not good enough. at first makeup was fun and cute and girly and now it’s a prison. it’s a mask i wear that makes me hate myself.

i don’t want people at school to see the real, ugly me. i don’t want my relatives to see that their pretty niece or granddaughter or cousin is actually ugly. i don’t want people to look at me and see my ugly. i feel like i’m lying to everyone.

i feel like such an inadequate girl and the least i could do is doll up my face. people tell me that i look fine as i do normally and i do think that i probably don’t look bad but… i will still feel like i’m ugly.

it’s great that liberal feminism helped me push down some of that self loathing!! at least i was smashing the patriarchy with my eyeliner! i’m sure guys were soooo intimidated by my makeup and they totally wanted to respect me more! it’s not like other old men were profiting off the self loathing i felt for myself!

i’m still trying every day to break free from these feelings but it’s so hard. so if you’re trying to shame me for speaking out against the beauty industry, i have two words for you - FUCK YOU.

Crap happens to everybody, if it doesn’t make you stronger then I honestly wish I could hug you a lot and make it all okay because I know how it feels to fight through something endlessly and have no support and I’m not referring to the hacking or anything that has happened okay? I’m just talking to you. I’ve had the thought run through my head that there is no hope in the past and I know a lot of you have that too… I’m here for you. Mental illnesses and a lot of other things in life too. I didn’t know what to do with myself or with my future, I didn’t see a future at one point.

This is a safe space. Mine and yours.

It’s now happening for me now that every time something happens (a lot has happened to me in this short span of life, the world has chewed me up and spit me back out a couple times.) I get a little scared because I’ve been in bad situations as well, that’s why I cherish my love and friends so much. I cherish all of you so much.

The bad things, the situations I’ve been in made me stronger, they make me want to fight harder. I can never let my tears be for nothing nowadays.

I have a burning heart and I want to help all my friends, I wanna help the people around me. I’m on two different pills right now since I was prescribed them the past few days to help while I was away but I wanted to help the people around me so much, so many of them showed so much improvement just because I told them I love them, keep going, eat! sleep!

I wanted to hold their hand more than people who were supposedly their family and friends because my family wanted to lock me up in a facility and leave me there (blood family), and my fiancé was just worried too, he fought to get me out of there because he knows I’m of sane mind and my thoughts race too fast. My father fought for me too. I’m so happy you all cared so much.

I was just scared and had an emotional breakdown because my settings were changing very fast. I really didn’t mean to scare anyone.

I love you all and I hope you can continue to send me asks, and just talk to me in the same sense and be as personal as before. I’m better now and my thoughts aren’t racing, I fixed the hacking problem too.

Just communicate with me, tell me about your hopes and dreams, tell me about your loves. I love you all so much. I’m here. I need you to know this.

About the Realm of the Elderlings and fanfic, and also the greatest love story ever told

There are some stories that are not made for fanfiction. Some stories, some story worlds, are private playgrounds - you can visit, but you can’t build anything there, and all you can take home is memories.

Robin Hobb’s Realm of the Elderlings is one of those story worlds. Let me be clear - I’m not saying this because she doesn’t like fanfiction. The opinion of an author about fanfiction is largely irrelevant. If there is space in the told story for other stories, those stories will be written, one way or another. Fanfic can’t be stopped and it can’t be contained, and if your story allows it (not you, but your story) then it will happen.

The only way to stop that is to leave no room for it. If your story is complete, in a way that very few stories ever are, then fanfic won’t happen. Or, it will happen, but there won’t be much of it and it won’t satisfy. 

That’s what Hobb did with RotE. There’s just no room for fanfic. Oh, maybe there was once, between the third and fourth trilogies, when Beloved had gone away and Fitz was with Molly. I can see how some people might want to write a reunion scene or something similar, but there wasn’t much of it.

Fanfic lives in the liminal spaces, in the gaps between what we are told has happened and what might have happened, what could have happened. It lives on things we don’t know, about the characters, about the world. We need those mysteries to feed into the fic - what is the Giant Rat of Sumatra? How would the books have gone if Harry Potter had been a girl? There are mysteries in RotE, but they bind the story rather than freeing it. Don’t get it? Let me explain. I’m going to use the most obvious example, and please do remember that this is not a criticism, nor is it a complaint. The fact that I believe that is is not possible to write good fanfiction in this ‘verse is the highest compliment I am capable of.

Obviously a lot of fanfic is ship-orientated. Not all of it by any means, but you know, a significant percentage of fanfic is written so that two characters get together, one way or another. RotE has the ultimate ship. It spans seventy years and all of Fitz’s life. They literally bring each other back to life. They have a child together (sort of. It’s complicated). They…well, that’s a spoiler. And yet there is never what you might call a romantic resolution. Beloved admits his love to Fitz (freely, throughout the series, but notably when asked about the face they chose for Paragon), but Fitz only confesses his feelings for the Fool in a roundabout way, and not even to Beloved themself.

How is it that we have twelve novels (and not thin novels either - Assassin’s Fate took me almost fourteen hours of nonstop reading to finish, and the first time I read the books when there were only nine, I didn’t sleep for an entire weekend) of this bone-deep love, this absolute devotion and adoration and pining…and we haven’t flooded the world with it? Where are the AUs? Where are the coffeeshop AUs and the high school AUs and all the others? I can’t believe that Hobb’s (with all love said, stupid and reactionary) opinion on fanfic could have stopped that from happening.

I think I know what could stop that, though, and that’s Beloved. If there was ever a cypher in the world of fiction, that would be the Fool. We know so little about them - they’re a White, they’re a Prophet, they had three parents and a sister who loved them. We know about Clerres, and we know that they love Fitz far, far more than Fitz deserves. What we don’t know about them could fill volumes, however, and there’s one thing we never find out which makes writing shippy fanfic about Beloved and Fitz…tricky.

Yes, I’m talking about the gender thing. I’m not sure whether Beloved is genderqueer or genderfluid or what. The point is, though, that we know that the Fool is just as real as Amber is just as real as Golden is just as real as Beloved. We know that they have many identities, some of which are female, and all of them real, for a given value of real. We’re never told what the Fool’s plumbing is actually like, which is fair enough. It’s really none of our business, after all.

But it does make writing harder. Because we tend to think in terms of the gender binary, so in a lot of the fic I’ve read, Beloved is sort of…assigned a gender. Generally, it appears, male. But what about Amber, then? What if the Whites don’t actually have sex and gender the way we understand it (although from what we learn in the Fitz and the Fool trilogy it seems they do)?

We can’t write effective shippy fanfic in this world because we don’t know what actually goes on under Beloved’s clothes - and that’s sort of essential. And there just isn’t room for any other kind, not really. Taking the relationship between Fitz and Beloved to another level (I don’t want to call it the next level, because as far as I’m concerned there isn’t a level beyond what they share) is the only space in the world for more story. We could write more about the dragons, we could go back and write about Elderling society - but with that we run into the same trouble as we do with Fitz/Beloved - we just don’t know enough. And besides, the heart of the story is in its characters, so why would we even bother writing in a time where they don’t exist?

Is that actually bad, though? Wouldn’t assigning Beloved a biological sex in the canon actually make them…less-than? Less than what they are, which is amazing? We can grump that Beloved’s identity makes writing love stories about them more difficult, but what of it? Isn’t it amazing that Hobb has managed to create this character, this beautiful, gloriously complicated character, so complicated that it’s actually impossible to get deep enough into their head to write fanfiction about them? 

If pressed, I could write fanfiction about almost any character you care to name. I might have trouble with other things (I can’t imitate Wodehouse’s style well enough to write Bertie POV Jeeves, but I can fake Jeeves’ voice well enough, and I’m desperately intimidated by Watson’s voice) but I can get into the character’s heads, and I can play around there. But with this? I can’t get deep enough into Beloved’s head to write them, they’re just too complicated. And that’s fucking amazing, because you don’t often see characters with such depth and mystery - most mystery is contrived, but with Beloved it feels natural. It’s just who they are.

I think the point I’m trying to make is that what Hobb has achieved is a rare and beautiful thing - a story world that doesn’t need fanfiction. The plot is complete - there are no holes that need filling, and very few alternate paths to follow (very few that would be in character, anyway). There are no moments where the reader goes, not ‘I wouldn’t do that’ (there are many of those) but ‘Fitz wouldn’t do that’. The characters are either so well known that writing about them is redundant, or so cloaked in mystery that writing about them is almost impossible. RotE is like a crystal ball. It’s complete in itself. It doesn’t need anything more, and if you trying to add anything…well, the phrase ‘gilding the lily’ comes to mind. And that, my friends, is fucking amazing. Hobb has done what she wanted - she’s made it almost impossible to write fanfiction in her world. And isn’t the way she did it clever? She made the story so perfect that writing fanfiction in it seems almost like a desecration.

That’s not to say that nobody can write fanfiction in this world. I can’t stop anyone, and I wouldn’t if I could. I just can’t imagine reading it (I don’t need to. I tried, and was unmoved).

Since we’re already here, let’s talk about love. Specifically, let’s talk about the love story that is Fitz and his Beloved. When I was reading Assassin’s Fate, I kept hoping for…something. Some…moment of affirmation, that said that yes, they love each other. Yes, they’re soulmates. I thought it would be something like a kiss, something romantic.

I didn’t get a kiss, or a declaration. I think, though, that I got something better. Because their love is so…there’s so much of it, and it runs so deep. It’s written into their bones. It’s complicated and beautiful and so real. It’s so obvious that it doesn’t need that moment of declaration, that moment that says ‘yes, you are the love of my life’ because that’s basically what their story has been, one moment of ‘I love you’ after another. In fact, the only thing that was ever needed was that moment of ‘Yes, you love me.’ It doesn’t need a kiss, or sex, or anything other than the knowledge that they love each other, equally and eternally. It’s the kind of love poetry is written about, the kind of love every human being desperately desires, the kind that is so rare and precious that most of us can’t even understand it. We keep confusing it with want, with sex, with things that are irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, but while those things can be part of it, it doesn’t need to be.

Twelve novels is a long time to spend on a love story, but that’s fitting, because there’s never been a love story like this. The closest, I think, may have been BBC Sherlock, but that show was betrayed, and the love story had no culmination. Not so here. By the end of the series, you may doubt anything you like, but you will never doubt that Fitz and the Fool love each other as much as two people can love.

It’s a love story that spans seventy years and the fate of a world. Twelve books (not counting the ones that don’t deal directly with Fitz and the Fool)and almost three million words.

All I can say is that I’m fucking honored to have read it, and eternally grateful that @sarahreesbrennan flailed about it on her blog almost ten years ago, because the thought that I might have missed reading it is horrifying.

Ahhh I’ve grown to love these two much more than when I first started watching/ reading BNHA. Ok I liked Aizawa a lot more than I wanted to admit even before this
And I know how some of my followers love them as well, so this is a thank you!

I’ve been on a long hiatus until last New Years Eve and so gaining 100 followers and fellow BNHA - fans in the span of a little over a month really moved me. ♥

shout-out to my buddy steph ( @mooniva ) for showing me this gif to help cheer me up, i seriously love it sm and i felt it was v appropriate for this occasion.

Thank you all sm for 1.4!! I’m seriously in shock that I kept getting follows even after rage quitting this site for two days, lol. I’m grateful that you all didn’t give up on me so thank you <3 I’m wanting this follow forever to be more towards my best pals on and I just want to gush about how much i love them bc they literally mean a lot and idk what i would do without them??? i’m also gonna add a good list of my favorite blogs (some that aren’t mutuals)! you should follow everyone i list bc they’re great! :’)

blacklist this as ‘ashs1.4kff’ if you dont want to see reblogs of this on your dash!

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Hear from @mippippippi​, artist of all these days!

When I first saw the snippet from “All These Days” I fell in love with the title, which back then was “Divorced Superhero Lesbian Mommies”, hence why it’s still present in the cover. I mean what’s not to like? It had everything - superheroes, drama, action and yeah… the lesbian mommies. What I usually do when I choose the story is to concentrate and see if the little snippet can give me a visual idea and in this case it was instant - a Comic Book cover.  It was great and so cool – a comic book cover!  Then I got the story and faced the inevitable problem – I have never, ever read a comic book in my life.  When I read the story I felt even stronger about creating this type of art for it, as I thought it would be a nice, funny contrast with the somewhat serious action/angst/drama packed story. So to create this cover, in a span of few weeks I had to correct that gap in my pop culture education.  I knew I want to make an old fashion and more or less kind of old looking comic book cover so I focused on  the 30’s and 40’s  Superman  comic book covers.

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i tried to write final mission angst but ended up with post-game fluff instead. this pairing has clearly changed me as a person. (not that i’m complaining) ao3 link

Summary: The one in which Liam and Scott have a talk. 

Family Welcome

“So,” Scott starts without missing a beat. “You and my sister, huh?”

Liam realises there is a distinct possibility that Scott Ryder wants to kick his arse. While he’s prepared for that eventuality, believes himself to have the skills to defuse such a situation even, Scott must be able to read the apprehension on his face because he laughs and holds his hands up in resignation. “Nope, not gonna go all grr-grr-protective-big-brother on you,” he assures, “Sara would never let me live it down. At the end of the day, I’m the little one.” 

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long post about my AT thru hike

for those of you who don’t know, I hiked the Appalachian Trail from June 3rd to November 10th, crossing though 14 states Maine to Georgia and over 2,000 miles. I’m coming to terms with what it did to me mentally, and it did a lot. the trail changed me, living in the woods for 5 months and one week is a life changing experience that i can’t describe but i will say it was the most wonderful thing i have ever done. it was hard and painful and i learned that not everything has to be fun to be worth doing. i met the most amazing people, who let me stay in their homes even though i was a complete stranger, the trail maintainers who do grueling labor to make what i did possible, the trail angels who left water when there wasn’t a water source for miles and miles, but most importantly i made amazing friends i never thought i would. these friends knew me better then anyone else, they knew my rawest form, a person who was tired (i mean a person who hiked 25 miles up and down massive mountains all day, all WEEK!) and so mentally drained they couldn’t even hold a conversation. becoming aware that there are still great people on the world is truly a gift, i feel as though i have a more positive outlook on life. i feel as though i have a deeper understanding of myself and i have grown more than i ever though possible in a 5 month span. i’m not sure how the trail changes you, but it does. i’ve realized that i truly enjoy pushing myself to my breaking point and want to continue to push that threshold. i feel as though i’m a machine and unstoppable. i know the vast majority of you all can’t relate to any of this but i felt the need to share some of this experience. the feeling of being a total badass, and doing whatever the fuck you want. i was making my own decisions, waking up and 3:30am to hike in the pitch back darkness in the smokie mountains to watch the sunrise on halloween, to see if i can do a 26 mile day, the thrill of hitchhiking for the first time, staying up to stare at the beautiful stars in the Vermont wilderness, carrying two boxes of wine to get drunk at a campsite only to wake up and hike 18 miles in the pouring rain, seeing your first bear in the wild, summiting a mountain in a lighting storm not knowing wether or not you’re going to get struck by lighting and die. it was all wonderful. some of it was painful and scary. but it was all worth it, and i want to continue to do it. i have discovered that i want to live for experience and nothing else. i don’t want to be tied down by some stupid boy who makes me sad. i want to see the world and embrace ever given opportunity. i’m going too.

Writing Everyday

As a writer, I was at my most productive, inspired, and all-round motivated self, when I was in throes of nanowrimo. I wrote nearly every day, tried desperately to forget about the quality of my first draft, and made the most of every second of free time I had. I have never had more fun and I regret not extending it past that month.

Recently, my writing life has been, to be brutally honest with you, complete and utter shit. My school schedule has been so demanding to the point of me breaking down emotionally whenever I get a chance to breathe. The way my classes are scheduled results in all my tests happening in the spans of 2-3 days. And I’m still working on getting a job, since I have to drive over an hour a day to get to the university, gym, etc.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my crazy life. I like rushing around and meeting new people every day and finding fun places to study and the free coffee (now that’s incredible lol). But I’m not writing. It’s a struggle every day to get the basics done and I keep feeling so guilty because I’m not getting any words down. I love writing. I love it more than anything else (other than friends and family) in this world. And it’s killing me that I can’t do it. I want to feel inspired again. I want to feel proud about what I accomplish- not just school wise. I want to publish before I graduate from college. I want to write.

That’s why I’m going to start doing daily posts again. I’m going to somehow find time in the day- even if it’s just 30 minutes and I’m going to write.

(Sorry for ranting, it’s been a long weekend….)

@glorious74 @koalamuffins @isaac-lacey @entitystrange @intj-writer @tsfennec @thejollywriter @books-and-time-travel @gaysirensftw @brumble-tunges-scrungles-cumbis tagging you guys because you inspire me.


This comes from me after I’ve read the book twice—once before watching The Conclusion and once after allowing it to completely engulf and wreck me with its emotional journey. Safe to say I’m of two minds about the book. I have nothing against the author, Anand Neelakantan, per say. I’ve loved his previous works just as much as I literally lived every page in this book the first time I read it. It was fast paced, lagging at no point, the entire story happening over a short period in time with so many characters, each with a backstory of their own—I was scrambling through the pages to keep up. The author had kept the breath of Mahishmati alive in his every word, even if the world falls just a little short of what we experienced in Rajamouli’s masterpiece. After my first reading, I was swept away by the wonder. But after watching The Conclusion, I couldn’t help but ponder about certain character blunders.

( spoilers ahead )

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monsta x:

me, tearing up: Im Fascinated By The Bright Light Of Your Beauty

You guys, my hopes have been up about the two for a very long time, but I knew there was always a chance that they are still just friends, even though they’ve been together for so long. But the one thing that never made sense to me was the dog thing. Because it’s not like they said they’re never getting a dog–I wholeheartedly believe it when they say that the owner doesn’t want them to have pets, and that’s the reason that they don’t have a dog yet. But they’re contemplating it. And the fact that they’re contemplating it has to mean that they’re planning to stay together another 10 or 15 years min. because that’s about the life span of a dog and why would they get a dog if they were planning to eventually separate into different love lives? That would be inconsiderate for the dog, and they are two of the most considerate people I know. Idk just a thought.

The reversed Cinderella

BTS werewolf AU

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/ Part 8/ Part 9/ Part 10Part 11

A/N : Things came to an end. Thank you for reading this.😊 If you want to request another member please send me an Ask or a Request ,I will gladly write it. Sorry for any mistakes made.😊

Word count:  2,034

Warnings: Nothing…..I think so. 😐

  You opened your eye and sat up on the bed . This room was different from the one in the castle, yet very familiar.The flowers ,the desk and the nostalgic smell in the room. You got up and opened the door finding yourself in a corridor leading to more rooms. You walked down the stairs you saw and ended up in a kitchen. 

“Y/N!”someone said, the woman was very pretty , how did she know you?

  She asked you to sit down on a chair and gave you what seemed to be breakfast. The word of your awakening spread and more people came to eat with you. They were happy but you didn’t know why, you looked at the dish in front of you and then at the woman who gave it to you.

“Thank you very much ,miss.”your face was expressionless and your eyes empty. Everyone looked at each other shocked by your words.

“Miss?” the woman said “My name is Serene.Did you forget me?”she asked you

“I didn’t …..because I never knew you.”

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