After the medal ceremony, a summary

After Autumn Classic’s medal ceremony (x,x)

You wonder why Yuzu suddenly took the gold medal off his neck?

It’s because he thought he could jump a 3A with a bouquet on one hand and a medal on the other……(okay actually he didn’t want to the medal to swing around but still =.=)

And then you wonder why he put the flower on the ice like that?

It’s because he wanted to do a fucking revenge with 3A-1L-1L-3S !!!!!

And now that he’s done, he had to kill us by giving that flower to a small girl….

…playing “You go first!” with Misha….

…. and finally, bless those fans that got to touch his hand (lol look at their faces XD)

I still cannot believe how this can all happen in just over a minute XD Oh Yuzu~~~

anonymous asked:

Ive had two dreams involving Osiris, and in both, it feels like He was trying to help me confront my OCD-induced phobia of death. The most recent one has me kind of shaken up, esp. since I dont know much about Him. Can you describe what He's like?

(Osiris dream anon) I ran out of space but when I say “what He’s like”, I mean personality-wise if that wasnt clear 0u0 Thank you!!             

Osiris in bullet point format:

  • Quiet
  • Creepy uncle vibe
  • plays the long game. the very long game.
  • patient. because long games require patience.
  • coy, doesn’t do things directly. 
  • will kick your ass to make a point. might not know its him doing the ass kicking, though. 
  • largely incoherent/non-sensical in how he talks. if he talks.
  • can be very kind and understanding. is definitely more understanding than Set.
  • big-picture oriented
  • sometimes a bit out of touch
  • old man that hands out werther’s originals to everyone.
  • “i used to be a young whipper snapper, too, you know”
  • feisty when he wants to be. obstinate when he wants to be.
  • doesn’t move until he wants to. once he starts moving, you’re fucked for stopping him.
  • “look at this thing i made you. doesn’t it make you feel better? oh it doesn’t make you feel better? i am sad now.”
  • “what is personal space. what do you mean i can’t get 3cm from you.” 
  • “duck shoe canoe. bird shell cat swing. orange.”

I will also add that my experience has been that by the time you realize he’s got his fingers in your stuff, its already too late to really break away from him. That’s not to say that you can’t, but to say that it will be hard. He plays the long game, as I said above, and as such, he usually doesn’t show himself until after he’s already got you. That being said, if he comes on too strong, you can usually talk to him and he’ll back off a bit.

There is also this, which may be helpful.

Sometimes i think about how weird it must be for the skam actors, for example now Henrik and Tarjei, not to touch each other anymore. And no, i don’t mean this in a weird “i ship people in real life” way. Not at all. Hear me out.

I just mean that imagine how much time they have spent next to each other. During takes and between takes. How many times they laid next to each other in a scene and they called cut and they just stayed there because they’d go soon again anyway. Just imagine how comfortable you’d start being with a person. Yes, you are playing characters, but it’s still your body that’s laying there. Even when excluding all feelings and thoughts, It’s your body that can feel someone else’s body next to yours.

People always ask about the kissing. About how weird it is and all that. But for me small touches, hugs, hands on thighs and in someone’s hair, is way more personal and intimate than simply a kiss. Because you can kiss a stranger, but you need trust to let someone simply touch you. And these actors and these boys have gotten to the stage where they can in a scene stroke each others hair even if it’s not in the script, or out of the blue kiss each other on the cheek. These boys got so comfortable that they could kiss on live tv, without a warning or a reason. 

Or not without a reason. Skam was the reason. 

And now it’s in the past.

Chill your tits everyone
  • Diana and Akko: Fight a giant missile together, their hands touch on two occasions, they end the season hanging out.
  • Andrew: Defends Akko in front of some old guys, returns her hat OFFSCREEN right before she first flies, ends the season hanging out with her
Dating Garthan Saal would include :

(Woooo more prompts! aaawww Garthan!! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

-Him having tried to convince you on multiple occasions to just join the Nova Corp and leave the Guardians, only for you to have made it clear that you weren’t ready to do so yet

-Him trying to do whatever he can to keep you by his side as long as he can while you’re on Xandar, even going as far as pretending to be sick for you

-Reassuring hand touches whenever you would stand close to him during meetings with the Nova Corp

-Him still making fun of you in his own stoic way about the fact that you’re a Guardian of the Galaxy, only for you to rebuttal and tell him that he’s in love with one

-Him always planning your dates and what to do in advance as he doesn’t want to waste a moment with you

-Him giving you countless of gifts and lucky charms just to make sure you’d remember him and keep you safe while out in space

-Him loving to look at you in any other type of clothes than your uniform as he feels like it is a reward of his to see you this way

-The other Guardians and him always bickering whenever they see each other, especially as he’d stay close by your side, only for it to simply be their own silly way to interact

-Him surprising you with how passionate and rough he can be during sex, especially when it has been a while since you’ve seen each other and always reminding you you’re his the moment you are alone together

-The other Nova Corp members making fun of him for being with an outlaw like you, only to regret it whenever he lashes out or when they see how kind and caring you are of him and them

-Webcam sex and dirty voicemails as you’d always be away from home because of your work, only for Peter to have accidentally walked in and opened a few and shocking you both

-You making a promise to him that you’ll come back to him in time and settle with him as you’d truly love him

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Highlights from Adore Delano and Katya at OC Pride on the 24th! What an amazing first Pride!

They were so incredible, both amazing performers! Katya talked for a bit and of course she was hilarious. I got to put money in her titty, touch her hand, she looked me dead in the eye, and she even used my rainbow flag to wipe her sweat, then shoved it in her panties. Unfortunately I didn’t get it back but she needed it more than I did anyway, lol.

It was so surreal being so close that you could see the freckles on their shoulder and the sweat dripping from their faces.

Spotted ~ 2

*Image Not Mine*

Characters: Baekhyun x You

Genre: Fluff

Series? : Yes

Requested : No

Summary: That night, you couldn’t go to sleep and ended up texting Baekhyun. He’s way too cute and flirty to handle. Then he calls you out of nowhere…

1 / 2


You laid there, with your eyes tightly closed. You were 100% sure you would have a broken voice tomorrow morning. The amount of screaming you did today was unbelievable. But even after so much screaming and standing, you don’t seem to getting sleepy at any moment. 

Today, Baekhyun noticed you. Today, Baekhyun touched your hand. Today, Byun fucking Baekhyun made out with you backstage and it was the best 5 minutes in your 24 year life span. Everything suddenly hit you and you giggled continuously for like 2 minutes. 

You reached for your phone and scrolled through your contacts. Chuckling, you tapped on the contact that said “Your Bias”. However, right at this moment, your phome slipped out of your hands and landed on your face. 

The screen was now displaying that you just called Baekhyun. Of course, you panicked and immediately texted Baekhyun and apologized for calling him at 1 am in the morning. 

You: Omg, I’m so sorry for calling you. My phone slipped :/ 

Your Bias: Who dis?

You: Y/N

Your Bias: Ohhhhhh, heeeeyyyy beautiful :)

You: Did you wake up because of me?

Your Bias: No, i was watching a drama. Its okay though, i don’t really mind getting interuppted by you (;

You: What drama?

Your Bias: wOW, you are talking to THE Byun Baekhyun and you’re wondering about what drama he’s watching. 

You: Yes, now tell me!

Your Bias: Rood -_-

Your Bias: Suspicious Partner

You: Omg, I’m watching that too! Ji Chang Wook is SO hot in that one. Nevermind, he’s just hot in general. 

Your Bias: :(((((

You: OOps. sorry. 

Your Bias: Ji Chang Wook or me?

You: Ji Chang Wook

Your Bias: :0 

You: Jk, you know you’ll always be my favorite Baek. 

Your Bias: Your saying that like we’ve known each other for centuries. I’m only in my twenties ya know!

You: You saying THAt like i’m in my forties or something. I’m younger than you Byun Baekhyun, 

Your Bias: Then you have to call me oppa 

You: I don’t want to

Your Bias: WAAAAEEEEE :::::(((((

You: Because i dont want to


You: All the caps and emoticons in the world won’t make me call you oppa, Baekhyun

Your Bias: Fine

You: Good boy :) 

Your Bias: ….

All of a sudden, Baekhyun is calling you.

“Oh Baekhyun. Why are you calling me.”

“If you get to accidentally call me, i get to call you too.”

You giggled. “Okay, Baek,”

“Oooo, I like it, you calling me Baek.”

“I do too.” You smiled.

“Soooo, where are you?”

“In my bed”

“What are you wearing?”

You were kinda catching on now. So that’s why he called you, little Baekhyun was horny. 

“Oh, just a tee and shorts.” You tried you sound as innocent as possible.

“Uh huh.”

“What are you wearing Baekhyun?”

“A shirt and some sweats.”

“What is the color of your underwear?”

“How do you know if I’m even wearing any, Baek?”

“I actually don’t know, baby. Maybe i should.” Baekhyun’s voice is suddenly full of lust.

“I think so too. Both are black, Baekie,”

“Mhm, my favorite. Take my off your pants, Y/N-ah.” 

You untied the strings and pulled your shorts off.

“Now your panties.”

You followed the directions and slipped off your underwear.

“All done, oppa.” You emphasized on the oppa part. 

“Good girl.”

“Oppa’s starting now.”

You heard a thick groan from the other side. That’s when you slipped two fingers in and started thrusting in and out. Moans filled your room. 

“Y/N-ah.” Baekhyun’s deep voice sounded from your phone. 

In your mind, you were picturing the image of Baekhyun’s bare upper body during the concert. That worked miracles as your speed sped up. 

“Byun Baekhyun.” You almost screamed at the top of your lungs. 

“I know, me too baby.”

You came with one last moan as you heard Baekhyun on the other side saying he is also there. 

“I wonder if my neighbors think I’m crazy for masturbating to an idol.”

“I wonder if my members think I’m weird for masturbating in the middle of the night.”

“I guess I’m only called oppa when we’re doing it.”

“Very accurate.” You and Baekhyun chuckled at the same time.

Heyy, thank you guys for such on the first part of this series! I’m truly sorry if the smut part sucked but i tried my best:/, Please wait for part 3! I tried my best to sound like Baek :)

darchon5  asked:

Ascension for a Maid of Doom?

It was almost like fate, you supposed. Beaten and bleeding when your quest bed in sight. Perhaps you were Doomed not to make it. But you supposed it wouldn’t hurt to try.

You clawed your way up to your quest bed, rolling onto your back and staring up at the sky as everything began to fade away around you. Your vision swam and darkened until there was nothing left. 

You awoke in an unfamiliar area. Surrounding you was what appeared to be… code. Rules and laws that made up the world you were now living in. As you looked, you noticed errors and flaws. Broken rules and cheats ruining what should be set in stone. Well, you couldn’t have that, now, could you?

You approached the nearest flaw in the code, you realized you had no clue how to fix it. You extended a hand to touch the seemingly floating text. Your hand phased through, as if the thing was a hologram. When you pulled your hand away, though, the code rippled and changed. It was made right again. 

This was your fate, you thought as you dashed from place to place, fixing errors left and right. You smiled. Rules were important and should not be broken. Perhaps this was worth dying for. You eventually realized there were no more errors in your line of sight to fix. You wandered for a while, examining and changing things as needed. You looked back where you were and spotted code where there was none before. You were creating the rules now, filling in gaps and patching missing areas without even trying. Your smile grew as the world faded into a deep green like murky water.

You were a servant of the rules. And that was okay with you. 

“I’ll be gentle.”

I reached over and switched off the lamp on my bedside table before retracting my arm back inside the warmth of the covers. I laid my head against my pillow, exhausted from the day. My eyes closed quickly.

I had not yet fallen entirely asleep when I heard the soft footsteps of Dylan entering the bedroom and the soft click of the door being shut. The bed moved slightly as climbed under the covers. Within a few seconds he had scooted behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, brushing my hair out of the way to give me a soft kiss on my cheek. His hands kept touching my hair, gently playing with it, which was relaxing me to the brink of sleep, until Dylan paused for a second.

“Hey, um, baby?” Silence filled the room as my brain registered his particular tone of voice.

“Dyl, I love you, but I’m too tired,” I mumbled. He began running his fingers through my hair again, shifting his body so he was leaning over me a little more.

“Too tired for sex with your boyfriend who was gone for months?” He teased, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“Too tired, too sore,” I responded. Dylan had gotten home from his 3 month filming block 4 days ago, and we had a lot of making up to do, which had left my body exhausted.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered against the shell of my ear, placing a delicate kiss there. I moved my head away from his taunting mouth. I laughed softly. The last thing Dylan had been in bed the past few days had been gentle - not complaining though, the rough sex was definitely needed.

“I don’t believe that for a second. How ‘bout you just wait until tomorrow?” I questioned, about ready to push his kneading hands off my upper thigh.

“I want you now though,” he mumbled against my neck, getting dangerously close to the spot that always made me horny, without fail.

“Dylan, maybe you should stop,” I advised.

“Baby, please. I want to make love to you.”

“Oh,” I breathed out as his hot lips pressed the area he knew was my weak spot, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on my skin and the feeling I got from the words that he said.

“Let me make love to you, baby girl”.

His lips were kissing up and down my neck, while is hand reached down and began palming at my ass.

“Dylan,” I tried to say it in a warning tone, but it came out breathy, laced with desperation. I felt him smile against my skin.

I turned over so I was laying on my back, his body held up above mine.

“I was about to fall asleep you know,” I teased him, reaching up to run a hand through his already messy hair.

“Yeah well you can sleep in a little, let me make you feel good first sweetheart,” he said while leaning down to sweetly press his lips against my own.

I hummed against his lips in response, liking the ways our tongues lazily grazed over each other. The pace was slow and leisurely, and soon Dylan’s shirtless figure was pressed on top of my body, his hands caressing my face. He pulled away and sat up, motioning for me to do the same.

“Let’s get this off, yeah?” He said, indicating to his t-shirt I had been wearing to sleep in. I nodded and lifted my arms up while he pulled it over my head, a throaty sound of appreciation coming from him once my breasts were exposed.

He leaned in and started kissing my neck, his hands gently roaming up and down my body, while my hands did the same, enjoying the way his warm skin felt against my palms.

“Lay down,” he mumbled.

Dumb Sapio.

A restless sparrow as of the like that shudders more than it flies, flapping around in a panic that might as well be inside a rib-cage. The bird is past, in-between, flitting across the hidden streams of subtle Presence. When they stir and when they speak, the little being is called, pulled unwillingly from its life where gruesome shadows don’t prowl and it is not invisible. It flits around the omniscient Presence trying to comprehend the shit that they say, listens quietly, cries when it can’t. When it tries to touch them its hands pass through their skin like vapor and it’s so blinding that the bird flits around, tears raining; the puddles on the wet ground can’t be seen.The sparrow can’t be enough there. It’s centered in a way that can’t be centered around another, because that is who it is, how it functions, it can’t help but reach out with little loving unfelt touches, because it loves those intellectuals who it can’t understand. 

The Presence has a child, as smart as them, but oh so kind, and sweet, and he asks the little birdie not to shrink. To be brave enough to be itself around the Presence, to be strong and not hinder the growth of its own progress. But the sparrow cringes and croaks its nullified indignation. The child can’t see why the sparrow side-steps and dances warily around the speaking Presence. “Why are you so invisible?” The sparrow can’t answer. 

One day, the Presence talks about art, something the sparrow loves and understands. Art is its forte, something no one can take away from it. The sparrow blinks at the child, who nods enthusiastically. The birdie takes a breath and summoning up courage, it ventures an opinion. 

The Presence shakes their head contemptuously. “I can’t hear a single word it’s saying.” He remarks to his child, and goes on speaking. 

Inaudible, am I? Wonder why, asshole.

me, giving the babadook his daily bucket of worms from 7 feet away in my basement: h-h-h-here y-you go m-m-mr. babadook i-i hope… i hope they’re to you’re l-liking…. 

the babadook, screeching inhumanly for a moment before stopping abruptly: ellie should i have stayed in the closet?

me, shocked at his forwardness to show his emotions, letting my guard down as my inevitable need to comfort others overwhelms me: b-baba, no… sweetheart don’t you ever think that… you are loved. you are valid. you are an inspiration to all of us. please tell me you’re not rethinking coming to pride?

the babadook, clicking his long, spindly fingers together and gently kicking the bucket of earthworms with his toe: i dunno… everyone just has this predisposed idea about me that i’m just like. a stereotypical gay guy, not that there’s anything wrong with that but it’s like… idk. i just wanna be accepted y’know? like i just love men a lot and it took me a long time to be able to say that… you know what i mean?

me, sitting down next to him and offering him a worm as we chill on the basement floor: yeah dude i feel you. tell you what… you think over it for the next day or two, and if you don’t wanna go i wont force you. but, those people who think those things of you are such a small minority that they hardly matter in the grand scheme of things. you’re important and loved and valid and you’re gay! and there’s no right or wrong way to BE gay, no matter what straight people say.

the babadook, slurping some worms: ur right ellie, thanks… ur a real one…

me, touching my hand to my chest in quiet contemplation, shaking my head gently: no i… thank You baba. really. thank You.

anonymous asked:

Any advice on how to write a heist story something like oceans Eleven?

Well, you can start by watching Ocean’s Eleven, and Ocean’s Eleven, and then Leverage, and then Burn Notice, and then The A-Team, and then Mission: Impossible, and then all the other heist stories like The Italian Job or Heat. Watch, read, uncover as many stories about criminals as you can from fiction to nonfiction to reading security analyst blogs. Read the spy memoirs, the thief memoirs, the fake ones and the real ones. Check out magicians, hypnotists, card tricks, and sleight of hand. Watch the making ofs and director’s commentaries looking for clues behind the thought process of these stories. The hows and the whys as you look into the research they did. Burn Notice, for example, is famous for using stunt props and technological rigs that work in real life. Like using cell phones to create cheap bugs on the go.

The worlds of criminal fiction and spy fiction rely on being able to present (or convincingly fake) a world which feels real. A heist is all about exploitation. So, you need a world with security structures to exploit. You’ve got to know how things work before you can craft a way to break them. Social engineering, hacking, and every other criminal skill is about breaking the systems in place. So, you’ve got to get a baseline for how law enforcement and security analysts work. What security systems are set up to look like. The ways we go about discouraging thieves. Better yet how people behave. Real, honest to god human behavior.

So, you know, pick somewhere in order to start your research. Get an idea of what you want write about stealing, then learn everything about the object, the museum, the city, the country, and its customs as you can.

If you’re setting a heist in a futuristic or fantasy setting then luck you, you get to make all of it up.

Learning the plot structure and conventions of the heist genre is the first step. This means watching lots and lots of heist movies, shows, and reading books. Over time, as you become better at critical analysis, you’ll begin to see specific story structures and character archetypes emerge.

The Heist Story is a genre. Like every other genre, it comes with its own structure, cliches, archetypes, plots, and genre conventions which necessitate the narrative. The better grasp you have of those, the better you’ll be at writing a heist.

For example, a heist story like Ocean’s Eleven relies on a collection of thieves rather than a single individual. The character types are as follows:

The Pointman - Your planner, strategist, team leader, and the Jack of All Trades. Can also be called the Mastermind. They’re the one who can take the place of anyone on the team should they fall through. They’re not as good as a specialist, but they’re very flexible. Narratively, he plans the cons and subs in where he’s needed.

The Faceman - Your experienced Grifter, here for all your social engineering needs. These guys talk their way in.

The Infiltrator - Your cat burglar or break-in artist. Basically, the conventional genre thief. Your Parker, Catwoman, Sam Fisher, or Solid Snake. The stealth bastards, they’re all about silent in, out, and playing acrobatic games with the lasers.

The Hacker - The electronics and demolitions specialist. Usually this is the guy in the van overseeing stuff remotely. Your Eye in the Sky. Their skill set can be split up and swapped around as necessary.

The Muscle - The one who is good at fighting. They’re combat focused characters, usually with mercenary and special forces backgrounds. Though, that’s optional.

The Wheelman - The one who handles the getaway. They’re your often overlooked transport specialists. It’s not just that they can drive, they’re skilled at getting lots of people around, figuring out how to move your valuables, and exiting hostile cities or countries undetected. They get the team in and they get them out.

For an example of these archetypes, I’m going to use Leverage. Nathan Ford, The Pointman (technically, he’s written like a Faceman). Sophie Devereaux , The Faceman. Parker, the Infiltrator. Hardison, the Hacker. Eliot, the Muscle. They all take turns being the Wheelman.

Other examples like Burn Notice: Michael Westen, the Pointman. Sam Axe, the Faceman. Fiona, the Muscle. They all take turns with explosives, Michael will invariably take all the roles during the course of the show.

Ocean’s Eleven has multiple variants of these archetypes, all broken down and mixed up.

You can mix and match these qualities into different individuals or break them apart like in Ocean’s Eleven, and more than one character can fill more than one role, but that’s the basic breakdown. For example, your hacker doesn’t need to be a guy in a van overlooking the whole security grid. One guy or girl with a cell phone can sit in the lobby of a building with an unsecured wireless network and crack the security. Welcome to the 21st century. The skills don’t necessarily need to take the specific expected shape.

What you do need is the basic breakdown:  You need someone to plan the con, you need someone to be your face or grifter, you need someone to break in, you need someone to watch the security/electronics, you need muscle to back you up, and someone’s got to cover the getaway.

These shift depending on your plan, but this is the expected lineup for a heist narrative. The first step of a heist narrative is not the plan because we don’t have one yet. We’ve got an idea. Pick your target. Maybe it’s a famous painting. Maybe it’s a casino. Maybe it’s a rare artifact from a private investor’s collection loaned to a museum for a short period of time. Maybe it’s art stolen by the Nazis during WWII. Whatever it is, figure it out.

The next step is simple. If you want the thing, you’ve got to find a way to get it. This is a big job, your standard thief won’t be able to pull it off alone. So, you gotta go recruiting. Get your team together. Make sure to establish the goals of the different members for joining. Who they are. Their pedigree. One might be an old flame or an old enemy. This is where we lay out some character driven subplots.

When everyone’s together, we’ve got to lay out the plan. Before we have a plan though, we need to establish where the object is and the issues in getting it. Why this has never been done before. So, what are the challenges? Invariably, an object worth a great deal of money will have a lot of security protecting it. Figure out what that security is, who the item belongs to, what sort of retribution do the thieves face beyond what they might expect. Lasers, pressure plates, cameras, security, other career criminals, mob bosses, the rich and powerful, whatever.

After that: How do you get it? Then you’ve got to plan the con, while taking everything into account.

Then, We prep the Con. There will be steps to take before the con can be put into place, your characters taking their positions in plain sight. Stealing whatever pieces you need to make it work. Casing the joint. Etc.

Then: Run the Con. This is the part with the actual stealing. Better known as the first attempt. Things go well, there may be a few mistakes, but things are going well and then we…

Encounter Resistance. While running the con, something goes wrong, pieces fall apart, the thieves come close to success but the object gets moved and they suddenly need a new plan. New information may pop up, it may be one of your artists was running a con of their own separate from the rest. If there’s a double cross in the works then this may be when and where it lands.

We’re ready now, so it’s time hit up: Steal the Thing, Round Two. Your characters put their new plan into play and get about thieving the object of their desire.

Lastly: The Get Away. This is the part where your thieves make for the hills with their stolen treasure. This can be short or long depending on the kind of story you’re telling and other double crosses may occur here. It could be the end of the story or the beginning of a new heist.

Heist stories are like mystery novels. They’re all about sleight of hand and misdirection. You’ve got to keep just enough information on the table to keep your audience on the hook, and just enough information off the table to surprise them later on the twist. Yet, when they go back to re-read the novel again, they’ll find the answer was there all along. They just didn’t see it coming.

If anything, learning how to write a well-done heist or a mystery or any kind of novel in this genre will teach you a lot about how to manage your foreshadowing and create superb plot twists. Like any good con, you need to lay out all the conflicting pieces where people can see them, let them draw their own conclusions, withhold the critical context, and then hit them with the whammy.

Like lots of audiences, new writers (and even some old ones) can get distracted by the shock and awe. They see they’re impressed by the conclusion, not the lay-up. If you want to write any kind of fiction, you need to learn to see past the curtain and pay attention to the critical pieces leading into an important moment rather than the moment itself.

Good writing isn’t modular, you can’t just strip out pieces and run with them because you’ll end up missing the crucial, sometimes innocuous pieces that ensured the scene worked. Like the Victorian Hand Touch, every moment between the two leads and most of their scenes with secondary players are working for that singular instance of eventual, gleeful catharsis.

If you’ve got a plot twist coming in your novel, every sentence from the second you start writing is working towards it. You start laying out your pieces, funneling in your tricks, and playing with misdirection. You may have multiple twists, to cover yourself, divert your audience, congratulate them for successfully guessing your ploy, and reassure their initial suspicions before catching them again on the upswing.

The clever writer is as much a con artist as their characters. The only difference is the target of their con is their audience. The tricks in their bag are narrative ones, and they work with the understanding that it doesn’t matter if someone guesses the end so long as they’re entertained by the journey. A great story stays entertaining long after the audience has figured out all the twists.

So, don’t get caught up in Red Herrings and frightened about not being able to outsmart other people. Tell a good story with conviction and heart about a bunch of crooks out to steal their heart’s desire.

That’s all there is to it.


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anonymous asked:

Among all Camren moments, can you list your Top 10 moment that's in your opinion confirmed they were real? My fav is their iconic Ustream moment, but to me it was more like a crush than love.

It was fucking love sweets.

n°1 - This pure look of love moment

n°2 - This pure look of lust moment

n°3 - That fucking hand touch moment

n°4 - This “I’m gonna get laid tonight” look

n°5 - This “fuck I’m already so in love with you” look

n°6 - Possessive Lern

n°7 - Jelly Lern

n°8 - This “we look totally married” convo

n°9 - The “you’re so dope, I’m so in love with you that I’m gonna pretend it’s wednesday and have the balls to sing to you and try to hold your hand in public” moment

n°10 - The butt pinch

There’s so many more moments…

The biggest proof for me isn’t a moment though, it’s a picture :