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The Second Master List
 Have you ever considered dating yourself?
  1. Which would you choose? Being with your soulmate for 1 year and then they  die, or choosing to not meet them at all.
  2. If a prisoner (in jail) wrote a letter to you, Would you write back?
  3. If you could have a twin, Would you?
  4. If you had to give up Your arms or your legs -which would it be?
  5. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?
  6. If you had to pick 1 or 2 qualities that you have had since you were a child -what would they be.
  7. If you could see your death Would you want to see it?
  8. If you could lose all your memories and start fresh, would you choose to do it? Say the age you start fresh would be at 15 years old.What about at 20?
  9. Would you rather have an unrequited love for 5 years or feel no love for 5 years?
  10. Would you ever give 5 years of your life To extend the life of a grandparent?
  11. Would you rather have a father that is in jail or not know who your father is?
  12. How many more Failures can you take?
  13. If you could pick a country that most represents you, which would it be?
  14. If you could be on a dating reality TV show -would you?
  15. Would you choose to look in mirrors all day, or never look in a mirror again?
  16. What is the first thing you look at when you look at yourself in the mirror?
  17. If you could never again think one thing what would it be?
  18. If you had to be sick for the rest of your life would you choose something that kills you quickly & painfully, or bearably but slowly
  19. If you could redo your first kiss would you: a) choose to do it and b)
    1. -change the person
    2. -change your age
    3. -change the location
    4. -change your/their skill level
  20. Do you think more people like(d) you now or when you were younger?
  21. If you could change your name what would you change it to?
  22. If you could change your name what would you change it to?
  23. Have you ever been attracted to a friend’s parents?
  24. What would you do if your life was stuck on replay, and you continuously relived one day?
  25. What is something you’ve always wanted to do  but never done because it doesn’t “fit” with what people expect/are used to from you? (now consider doing it!)
  26. If anything could happen to/through your tumblr site what is the one thing you wish would?
  27. How many times have you wanted to ask someone out but haven’t done it because you *weren’t sure if your feelings were strong enough*?
  28. If you are sick and will die in 1 yr, And you found your soulmate (and they know they are as well). Would you:
    1. A)even tell them you are sick, and
      B) be with them for the year, or break up with them 
  29. What characteristic makes you attractive to the opposite sex/potential partners? (Do one physical and one personality)
  30. If you had to choose between getting married to your soulmate and continuing a super successful career -which would you choose?
  31. Would you rather settle or be alone?
  32. Have you ever questioned Your sexual orientation?
  33. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s?
  34. What roles do love and affection play in your life?
  35. Would you like to be famous? For what?
  36. Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?
  37. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?
  38. Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.
  39. Would you (do you) ever save 50% of your income?
  40. What do you think you haven’t found in a potential partner yet? Why?
  41. When something bad happens how do you deal with it?
    1. Talk to someone
    2. Think about it alone (ruminate)
    3. Ignore/suppress and distract yourself
    4. Try to fix it immediately
  42. Would you say yes to being in the body of the opposite gender for 1 year?
  43. Have you ever considered “trying out” an eating disorder?
  44. Ask a significant person in the group you are playing this game with, whether they have ever considering breaking up with you (friendship-wise or romantically), when, and why did they not.
  45. What’s the biggest sacrifice You’ve made for the person on your left (or in the room), that they haven’t acknowledged?
  46. Ask your father “How am I most like you, and how does that scare you?”
  47. Are you scared someone in the room will hurt you? Who, and in what way?
  48. If you needed to decide between two people you know, which will die  -would you want to decide, or let a stranger decide?
  49. After a long pursuit You realise someone is as keen
  50. What was your family’s attitude towards affection? How has that impacted you?
  51. Do you wish facebook didn’t exist?
  52. Think of the question you would most like answered, by a person or an all-knowing being or device. Which of the following most closely resembles the answer you’d like to hear?
    1. Without a shadow of a doubt
    2. Never
    3. You are
    4. No i didn’t
    5. I will show you everything
    6. I do
    7. Come with me
    8. Only one
    9. Yes
    10. Always
    11. You will
    12. In the distant future
  53. What do  you like most about having a child of your own? You MUST say something
  54. Is there a profession You’ve always wanted to date? (Doctor. Firefighter, military, vet etc)
  55. Among your group of friends are you one who will generally take care of and help everyone (even if you hate it)? Or are you the one who rationally thinks about it and determines whether the person actually needs help?
  56. Would you rather live in a world where you are never alone or where you are always alone
  57. If your life could be a soundtrack Which movie/tv show’s would you choose?
  58. If you could live a movie which would you choose?
  59. Has this election Made you be more interested or less interested in politics? Think carefully.
  60. Ask the person across from you Who do you think I should be with?
    1. -pick anyone
      -pick anyone from your friends
      -pick any celebrity
  61. Be honest: the person asking you these questions -If you could have their life -would you want it?
  62. When was the last time you cried? Why?
  63. Would you rather feel too much or feel nothing at all?
  64. Do you feel you are more attached to your friends, than they are to you?
  65. Which of the seven deadly sins Do you deal with the most?
  66. Within the group of people You are answering questions with, what is something you really regret that you’ve done to someone in the group.
  67. What would the title of your autobiography be?
  68. Do you have songs that you avoid because they make you feel too much? Give one example, and one feeling associated with it.
  69. If you could be an Expert in any field, which would you choose?
  70. If you could be an Expert in any field, which would you choose?
  71. Describe your ex Using one emoji
  72. What aspect do you struggle With the most, when making a new friend? (Ex: Vulnerability, time/history together, learning about them, integrating into your life etc).
  73. Do you have a hard time Integrating your friends into different aspects of your life? ( Ex work friends with family, family friends with school friends).
  74. Big spoon or little spoon? Why?
  75. In what situation do you Feel the loneliest?
  76. What is something you Believe your parents dislike about you?
  77. Do you feel That the way you look right now represents who you are/how you feel?
  78. Choose between being able To make people very happy vs. Never hurting them. Which would you choose?
  79. What made you start Your Tumblr blog?
  80. Have you ever wished For a disorder or disability? (Or considered it)
  81. Choose. Between perpetrator and victim.
  82. Do you feel Like you’ve reached your peak?
  83. How much of your time Do you spend thinking about romance?
  84. Have people pointed out Your biggest insecurity, or have you never talked about it with anyone (positively or negatively)?
  85. Alternate to 101:
    1.  i.  Did you generate your insecurity, or was it something you  developed over time based off of other people’s comments
  86. If you were in a group of best friends; Are you the:
    1. A) ring leader 
    2. B) the groupie
    3. C) the lone wolf
    4. D) the drifter

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v

part vi: in which we let sasuke live

The phone sat between them as the seconds ticked by. Like a good friend, Naruto came over the moment Sasuke told him there was an emergency.

“Fuck,” Sasuke cursed for the nth time, glaring at his phone. He touched the screen when it dimmed, bringing it back to its full brightness and displaying Tinder Girl’s selfie of herself in a green bikini as she hugged the neck of her unicorn floatie like the basic bitch she probably was. “Fuck.”

“Okay.” This was the first word said in the past ten minutes aside from ‘fuck.’ “Okay, I have a plan.”

“What is it?”

“You have to like more photos.”

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Skin to Skin

Jughead Jones doesn’t know how the crimson crescents ended up on his palms.

Betty Cooper is clueless when it comes to the messages on her arms.

Soulmate AU where all the little marks and injuries belonging to Betty and Jughead start finding themselves on each other’s skin. 

A/N: I’m always a sucker for AUs! Hope you enjoy this!

Chapter i

Jughead Jones is almost done with an incredibly important meeting when it first happens.

Jason Baltimore, the editor of the Long Island Publishing House, is sitting across him, fiddling with a ballpoint pen as he addresses Jughead. They’ve been in this windowless room for about two hours now, and Jughead can’t help but curse whoever designed this building. Hidden away in the streets of Manhattan, this place took an arduous amount of effort to find, and the sort-of dingy exterior almost made Jughead do a one-eighty and turn back. Sure, this is the first publishing house that liked my book, but I’m sure I can find another. He’d thought, but he’d shaken his head and made his way in.

“Mr. Jones, are you listening?”

Jughead’s head snapped up, blue-green eyes meeting brown. “Sorry, yes, it’s just a bit stuffy here.” He said.

“Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Jones, but we’ll have to conduct the rest of our meeting here.” Mr. Baltimore says, visible sweat stains peeking out from under his armpits.

Jughead nodded and fiddled with his watch. “Yeah, that’s okay. I’ll manage.”

“So we’ve got two problems.” The blonde, slightly chubby man, says. “One, your name is Jughead.”

Jughead raises his hands defensively. “So what?”

“You’re going to risk ridiculing yourself. People will end up laughing at your name on the cover instead of noticing the title.”

“Or,” Jughead says, leaning forward, “I’ll take them by surprise. ’The Anatomy of a Murder’ will be all the more unique, considering the fact that its content is so serious.”

Mr. Baltimore mimics his movement, resting his elbows on the desk between them. “At the acquisitions meeting, this issue was brought up, Mr. Jones.”

“So I will convince them.” Jughead Jones was a stubborn man.

Mr. Baltimore wipes away a droplet of sweat. “Let’s say you don’t succeed. Would you, maybe, consider an alternative? I don’t suppose your real name is Jughead.

Oh, no. No way was ‘Forsythe Jones’ going to be put on the cover of his first book; there was a reason he preferred ‘Jughead’ over that ridiculous name. (Ironic, considering the fact the Jughead was pretty ridiculous, too.)

Jughead shakes his head. “Let’s just say my real name is worse.” He eyes the editor in front of him. “It looks fine on paychecks and insurance forms, but not on a novel.”

“Perhaps a pseudonym, then?”

Jughead sets his mouth into a thin line.

“No, then.” Mr. Baltimore says, gauging his reaction. “Mr. Jones, I advise you to think this over, and get back to me on Wednesday.”

He flips open his laptop. “Now, the next issue I want to discuss… well, it’s not an issue, but something I would like you to know…” He turns the laptop face towards Jughead. “You’re twenty two years old. You’re a senior at NYU. Probably the youngest among a huge community of authors.”

Jughead nods. “I’m well aware of that.”

“Mr. Jones, your style is unique, and your writing is brilliant, but generally, books by younger authors don’t tend to be as successful as others, and I hope you’re prepared for such a situation.”

Jughead bites his lip. “I know, Mr. Baltimore. I hardly expected this book to get picked up by a publisher in the first place, and I’m thankful to you, I am. But, I think that the masses will like it. I truly do.”

“I am hopeful, too, Mr. Jones- can I call you Jughead, by the way?”

“Sure.”

“I am hopeful too. Just preparing you. Moving on,” Mr. Baltimore says, fanning himself with Jughead’s manuscript. “Oh, for God’s sake- someone get the Air Conditioner working!” He yells after stalking to the door and sticking his head out.

Thank you, Jughead thinks, because he doesn’t feel too comfortable about the fact that his manuscript is now a makeshift fan. Plus, the need for fresh air is only increasing.

“Now,” Mr. Baltimore says, once he’s settled in his chair again, “You need to create accounts on social media, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Tumblr and Reddit if you want to discuss theories with your readers, and all the likes.”

Jughead internally groans at the Twitter and Instagram part, but he knows it’s necessary. The Tumblr and Reddit part he’s fine with, though. He’s been on those sites for years now.

“Could I borrow a pen?” Jughead asks. He needs a reminder, and writing on his forearm is a habit he’s had for many years. Once he Mr. Baltimore gives him one, he jots down a sentence onto his pale skin- Remember to succumb to the true giants of social media.

“And finally, Jughead, we’re assigning you an agent. Though you won’t need him as much if your book, well, doesn’t gain popularity, it’s still better to have one at hand. I’m giving you his number, shall I text it to you or will you write it down?”

Jughead’s phone is currently at a repair shop- it’s an iPhone 3, he’s been able to survive with that archaic thing for years now, but finding a store that actually fixed them was a huge task. But his screen had cracked badly, and Jughead has too many notes on it to buy another one without recovering stuff from this one.

“I’ll write it down.” He grabs the pen, once again, and etches the set of numbers Mr. Baltimore dictates to him.

“Well, Jughead, I’ll see you on Wednesday. This meeting was a pleasure, and I’m glad that I’ve decided to publish your book. But, think the name over.”

Jughead smiles, blushing ever so slightly. “Thank you, Mr. Baltimore.”

He grabs his bag and shrugs his leather jacket (courtesy JB) onto his shoulders and stands up. He has a shift at Barnes and Nobles’, and then a paper to write for his film study course, so he needs to hurry.

That’s when it happens. His palm suddenly stings, like it’s been cut, and Jughead winces with surprise. He opens his hands, palms up, looks at them, and sees that they’re bleeding. His fingernails have cut open the skin of his palm, and smears of blood marr the white skin.

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그 밤 (The Night)

(named after this song which I listened to on repeat while writing)

Member: Jeonghan
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1949


The first week back from winter break was always decently easy, but you still felt tired. You just wanted to go back home and sleep some more, and come back next fall. It was hard to be motivated to learn new materials when it was this cold outside and the novelty of snow flurries had faded. Not being able to fall asleep, you bundled up to make your way to the little greasy takeout place across campus.

It was pretty late and not many people were out, causing the campus to feel a little more like Silent Hill than usual. You weren’t exactly sure if the chill that ran down your spine was from the cold or the spooky atmosphere. Your steps quickened as you got closer to the restaurant; you couldn’t wait for the warmth and safety it would provide…as well as the chicken.

When you finally got there you slammed the doors open, your breaths coming in hard pants from the urgent jog you had resorted to in the final stretch of your trek. The two workers behind the counter both stopped whatever they were doing to look up at you and you could only give them a sheepish smile and pretend to not be embarrassed. You stepped up to the counter and ordered your usual, paying with a few crinkled bills you had to dig out of your pocket with stiff, cold fingers.

The place was pretty small, with just the counter and a few small tables pushed to the side of the room. You sat down at the table furthest from the door and pulled out your phone to distract you while you waited. You scrolled through tumblr with one hand as you sandwiched the other between your thighs, trying to use your body heat to warm it. Your mind wandered around aimlessly, thinking about everything from the musicians’ pictures on your phone to the assignment you wanted to start on tomorrow morning. You didn’t look up when you heard the door open, but when you heard that voice– that unmistakable voice– your heart stopped in your chest.

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“I dunno. I’m not quite sure where I stand with her.” Harry murmured, leaning back against the couch as he continued scrolling through his Twitter. “The last time we hung out was on tha’ yacht, and that was basically last year.. I mean, Kendall’s really nice, and she’s proper fit, but the fans get so crazy when I’m seen with her..”

“Don’t mind t’e fans.. Do what makes you happy!” Niall interrupted, shrugging as he did so.

“I read a couple articles before saying she really wants to get back together with you. You should text her or something!” Liam smiled encouragingly, gesturing towards Harry’s phone.

“Wha- are you crazy? I can’t just text her out of the blue and be like, ‘Hey, wanna get some lunch sometime? Okay, bye!’ She’s going to think it’s weird.” Harry scoffed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

“Did you see her in the Victoria’s Secret show? Her legs just go on and on..”

Kendall Jenner was a name you honestly didn’t think you’d hear again. You knew that Harry was friends with her, but you never knew he had feelings for her to begin with. Of course, thinking about it now, why wouldn’t he have a crush on her? Long flowing hair, sparkling brown eyes, a dazzling smile, and obviously, she was a model! And it wasn’t like you could protest against Harry without coming off as a jealous, green-eyed monster! In fact, one time, you wanted to tell Harry about your feelings for him, but you had overheard him talking to Liam about how good of a friend you were and.. Well, you decided to stash your feelings for him for another time.

“Okay, Y/N. All you have to do is tell Harry you might have feelings for him. It’s not even a big deal, you know? They’re just words. Nothing to be afraid of.” You were standing outside Harry’s hotel room, and you had been standing here for.. About ten minutes, now. If someone were to see you, they’d think you were a creepy stalker. As you raised your fist to knock against the door, you heard two voices from inside.

“Y/N’s so sweet, I love her to bits.” Harry? That was definitely Harry. He loved you?  Butterflies erupted in your tummy as you leaned in to press an ear against the door. A dopey smile was plastered on your face as you continued listening. Now you knew that maybe, just maybe, Harry liked you back! “She picked up a juice fo’ me this morning, from my favourite juice bar! And she even got a green straw for me.”

“Sometimes I feel like she’s actually in love with you. I mean, she got a juice fo’ me, too.. But she’s like, ten times more thoughtful when it comes to you! I didn’t get a green straw, that’s for sure.” Liam laughed lightly. “Do you think she likes you?” Your eyes widened slightly as you pressed yourself tighter against the door, your heart pounding in your chest. This was literally a life or death situation.

“Y/N? Nah.. I don’ think she likes me. She’s just a nice person t’ everyone.”

“No! No, Harry! I like you!” You whispered quietly, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Even if she did like me, that’d be a little awkward. She’s just a friend to me. And..” By this point, you had completely tuned out. You pulled away from the door slowly, your vision growing a little fuzzy as your eyes went out of focus. You thought you were right, you thought Harry liked you back. Maybe all the signals and signs you thought you were receiving.. Was it just Harry being Harry?

So, yes. You were 99.9% sure that Harry didn’t feel the same way about you as you do about him, and you were.. You were fine! You were over it.. Right?

“If you like her, just go for it. She obviously likes you back. Remember all those pictures from the yacht party?” Liam clicked his tongue, Harry letting out a sigh of frustration before nodding lightly.

“Do we need to bring that back?” You muttered under your breath, your brows stitched together in irritation. Every time the boys were together, they just had to talk about Kendall Jenner. They needed to talk about how pretty she was, how fit she was, how she was definitely Harry’s type. You knew it was bad to be petty and jealous about her, but you couldn’t help it! You looked like a potato standing next to Kendall, and honestly, you were sick of thinking about her. She was all over your Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr - You name it, Kendall Jenner was on it. And now, knowing for sure that Harry liked Kendall made you sick to the stomach.

“Wha’ was tha’? Couldn’t hear yeh, love.” Harry poked your leg with his toe, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as you looked up from your magazine at him.

“Hm? I didn’t say anything.” You feigned a smile, glancing down at your magazine as you flipped to the next page. Immediately, your smile dropped.

‘Check out Kendall Jenner’s first pair of wings on the Victoria’s Secret-’

“There’s literally no escape from you, is there?“ You grumbled, flipping to the next page roughly. “Anyways, I didn’t say anything.” 

“..Yes, you did.” Harry trailed off, shaking his head when you didn’t respond. “Alright, fine. Little miss stubborn, I’ll leave you alone.” He laughed lightly, noting the grumpy expression that now adorned your face. “Ooh, I was thinking about taking Kendall as my date to the premier for Dunkirk. I don’ know when’s a good time to ask her, though.”

You stopped reading your magazine as soon as those words slipped out of Harry’s mouth. He wanted to take her to watch Dunkirk? But you were always his go-to date for events and shows! That wasn’t fair! Kendall already stole Harry’s feelings, she couldn’t take the best-friend role away as well! You bit your tongue as you flicked through the magazine, feeling a mixture of anger, jealousy, and sadness bubble up inside you. All you had to do was stay calm. Think about things that make you happy. Harry made you happy. Kendall makes Harry happy, obviously. This technique wasn’t working very well.

“Careful t'ere, Y/N. No need t’ destroy t'e magazine.” Niall teased, leaning over to see what tabloid you were reading now. “Blac Chyna left Rob Kardashian? Didn’t she just give birth t’ their baby??”

“So, Dunkirk?” You slapped the magazine against Niall’s chest as he took it quickly, jolting at the sudden outburst from you. “That was a fun time, no?”

“Yeah, it was real fun.. You should know, you were there on set with me everyday, silly goose.” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Yup. Went on juice runs for you, and I made sure your trailer was always nice and clean for when you came back during breaks. Ironed your uniform, too.” You nodded, feeling your cheeks burn at the sight of Harry beginning to text something on his phone. “And you’re planning to take Kendall?”

“Uh, tha’s what I just said.. Typical Y/N, always half-listening in on conversations.” Harry teased, Liam staring at you warily when your face became noticeably pink from anger.

“Y/N, are you ok-” 

“You know, I just think it’s interesting that you want to take Kendall as your date to the premier of Dunkirk. It’s weird that you haven’t seen her in how many months and suddenly you want to invite her to watch your movie.” You shrugged, sitting up attentively. 

“Jesus, Y/N.” Harry furrowed his brows, setting his phone down and glaring at you. “What’s your problem? Every time we talk about something related to Kendall, it’s like you shut off and turn into an emotionless robot.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. But if you wanna invite Kendall to watch Dunkirk, that’s fine.” 

“I’m taking her as my date.” 

“Fine, take her as a date! Maybe even take her out for dinner beforehand, why don’t you do that, too?” 

“Y/N-” 

“Just- Why do we always have to talk about Kendall Jenner?!” 

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y/n… where’s ur chiLL 

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nerdmigerd  asked:

How would you recommend a young writer to make a profit off of their work? I'm unemployed and want something to make an early living off of.

Okay, so, my answer may be quite disheartening, but instead of being discouraged by it I expect all y’all young writers looking to make some cash to decide this will only mean you will work harder and not ever give up. In this line of work, you have to hustle.

There are ways young writers can make money. But those ways are tough and discouraging and require a shit ton of work. If you’re smart, you will pursue just about every option there is.

1. Writing Competitions/Contests

There are approximately fifty zillion of these things, all with varying rewards (many of which actually aren’t monetary). All of them have different restrictions (must be a certain genre, the author must be living in a certain place/be of a certain age, the topic must be on something specific, etc). And the only ones that are easy to find, open to most people, and have a good monetary reward are pretty much always the ones that have an entry fee. Usually entry fees are between $5-50, most often around $20. There are a good number of free writing competitions, but those are the ones with the most restrictions on them.

Writing competitions are (usually) different from writing contests. “Contests” are usually the ones held by really selective literary magazines that p much no one reads, and they’re looking for only the snootiest, driest literature there is. Often these mags will pay you in publication/a number of copies of the issue where your story will be. They also probably want rights to your story until after Jesus comes.

Writing competitions are usually for genre stories. They’ll call for a specific genre, a specific word count, and those are pretty much the only restrictions. The rewards will vary from a few hundred dollars up to about $3,000 for popular publications like Writer’s Digest. (The ones that offer more than that are mostly grants, which are an entirely different beast I don’t know nearly enough about to speak on.) Unfortunately, they also have a huge number of applicants, so there’s a lot more competition.

Most of these contests/competitions are for short fiction, poetry, or short non-fiction (essays, basically), so if you only write novels or screenplays, you’re (mostly) out of luck.

BE CAREFUL. As many reputable contests are out there, there are twice as many scams. Be careful.

Resources on writing contests/competitions:

Writer’s Digest Competitions

Poet’s & Writer’s Grants and Awards list (a great resource for those super snooty litmags)

Poet’s & Writer’s Submission Calendar

PEN Literary Awards 

20 Tips for Winning Writing Contests

(NO ENTRY FEE) List of 27 Reputable, Free Writing Contests

(NO ENTRY FEE) Freelancewriting.com’s Creative Writing Contest List

Another List

More

I’m not even half way down the first google page there are so many just look

2. Freelance Writing

Freelance writing is multi-faceted. It can refer to blogging, writing articles, writing for social media, copywriting, etc. Journalism kind of stuff. I have limited experience with this–not with doing those things, just with getting paid for it–but there may be more input from people in the notes, so make sure you check that out.

In a similar vein, you can also try freelance transcription, where you basically listen to/watch a recording and transcribe what’s said in the recording. This is more difficult than it sounds. But if you have a wpm of 80+ and great hearing (and a lot of patience), go for it.

Beware of scams–anything that wants you to pay to get a job is not a real job.

Resources:

Freelancewriting.com/freelancejobs

Paid Writing Gigs

Call for Submissions

Freelance Job Openings

Freelance Transcription Jobs

Transcribe Team

3. Self-Publication

This is one wild beast that should not be entered into lightly. If you publish something, it will always be in your publishing history. Even if you don’t sell anything. And with even more self-pub/e-pub stories out there than there are competitions, you really, really have to work your ass off to make decent money self-pubbing. 

It’s recommended that you only self-publish if you: have worked for an extended period of time on this piece (years), have had professional eyes look over it (more than once), have done your homework on which self-publishing sites you want to use, are prepared to do all the work necessary to see to the success of the piece (editing, formatting, design, promotion, etc), have a good reason for choosing to self-publish (i.e. not because you’re impatient, bitter at being rejected, unwilling to put the work in, etc.)

If you are sure you want to self-publish, here are some resources:

25 Things You Should Know Before Self-Publishing

Writer’s Digest Best 101 on Self-Publishing + Resources

52 Great Blogs for Self-Publishers

There’s this book called The Self-Publisher’s Ultimate Resource Guide

Also check out YouTube because a lot of self-pubbed authors go there to promote, and they have videos talking about their self-publishing journey, so you can learn from their mistakes/emulate their successes

4. Crowdsourcing

I’m mostly going to be talking about Patreon here because that’s really the only thing in this category I have experience with. As far as I’ve found, this is the most conducive site to crowdsourcing for writers who don’t necessarily want to publish a book. I don’t even think it’s technically crowdsourcing.

Patreon is a way for your supporters to support you. It can be for anything. You can write short stories, create art, make tutorials, etc etc. You actually don’t even have to do anything if you’ve got people willing to give you money for that. Set up rewards that your patrons will receive when they pledge a certain amount (exclusive content, physical rewards, etc).

There are two ways to find supporters: connecting with other creators on Patreon, and getting in touch with supporters you’ve already established (friends, family, fans). I don’t know much about connecting with people through Patreon because I just haven’t put much effort into it so far. 

As for reaching out to other supporters, a great way to do this is through social media. Network with fellow creators/consumers through sites like here on tumblr, fictionpress, wattpad/figment, fanfiction sites, Twitter, YouTube, etc. Also, if you can stand it, tell your family. No one wants to support you more than your sweet grandmother who is deep-pocketed, near-sighted, and technologically impaired.

Most importantly, establish yourself where your target audience gathers. Put out as much original content as possible. Make a name for yourself–which brings me to my next point.

5. Social Media and Writing-Adjacent Work

A lot of the sites I listed that you should establish yourself on have ways to make some change if your site gets some traffic. You can put ads on your tumblr blog (or on your fictionpress, I think), you can monetize youtube videos, and the like. You have to get a lot of traffic to make some decent money off of ads, but it’s something. And it’s always good to promote yourself anyway.

As for writing-adjacent work: on the internet, where many people live nowadays and where indie creators have the best chance of making some money, there is a lot vying for your audience’s attention. It’s good to have a shorter, more attention-grabbing service to offer that is relevant to your writing that will draw your audience to you. Basically anything that gives you authority as a creator and interests people that might also be interested in what you’re creating.

For example: create a writing advice blog, build your writerly “brand” on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, tumblr, offer freelance editing, and more that I can’t think of off the top of my head.


Each of these things requires a great deal of work for a lot of initial rejection and not a lot of initial reward. However, if you pursue many or all of these things and really dedicate yourself to them, you will eventually get a payoff.

So toward the end of last week, I reached the whopping number of 800 followers on this beloved arrogant tol son! Now, my mind pondered on what best way to celebrate such an achievement and I decided a sort of bias list/ follow forever would be the best option. Now, this is going to get incredibly long, so I am going to put majority of it under a read more just so that it does not bombard people’s dashes.

Please note, that there are over 810 of you all, so I will apologise now if I forget some of you but know that I love you all!

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Ways to Cheer Yourself Up (When wanting to be alone) - 50 top things to do
  • 1. Go ON Tumblr, believe it or not, we don't care where you're from, what you do, how you're being you, as long as you are being you, you're pretty much welcomed on here. That's why i love it. Unless of course you are homophobic or judgemental or ignorant - then the people will speak for themselves, we look out for each other here.
  • 2. Read Books; escapism is a wonderful thing
  • 3. Listen to music; and no - not the sad, 'ALL BY MYSELF' type music, but the kickass songs like 'I will Survive' or 'Loser Like Me' just celebrate yourself for being awesome, because we know you are; even if others don't; especially then actually.
  • 4. Become your own superhero. Every single one of you have a talent or a dream. Follow up on that talent/dream. YOU ARE WORTH IT, and you can be whoever you want to be.
  • 5. DISNEY MOVIES. Unless you absolutely hate bursting out into song - better cut of highschool musical and glee while were at this, then Disney is the best pick me up ever.
  • 6. Watch your favourite TV shows. Remind yourself why life can be awesome. Watching your fav characters usually means you can relate to them.
  • 7. Go on walks - it's very pretty outside, and sometimes our heads can be overloaded with information or stress, I advise calming music and a nice walk outside in comfortable clothes.
  • 8. Have a diary. A friend of mine recently bought me one, and it's a godsend because all the anger, or emotions I feel, I try to put in the diary rather than putting it out on others. It also calms you down. I feel better when I write.
  • 9. Speaking of writing...if you enjoy it- WRITE. Writing is a wonderful way to escape. You can put all your emotions into your characters and they just come to life. I tend to do that when I'm stressed.
  • 10. If writing is not your thing then bake. I've actually ironically read in a fan fiction where a character would bake when stressed and try out new recipes, this character tried making butterbeer; maybe be adventurous; have a food blog or something to keep you occupied.
  • 11. Be With Your Pets - Pets are loyal creatures, and they love you, even when you're being a pain in the ass, and I hear they're very good listeners.
  • 12. Now I don't know about you, but I LOVE Musicals. If you are a musical fanatic like me and you're feeling a little down, my dears; listen to those awesome voices, because sometimes we just - need - a break (Also, if you haven't watched RENT, watch it - NODAYBUT TODAY...or Starkid...Starkid make the most funniest musical parodies, even if you don't like musicals I suggest it, and if you're not enjoying their YouTube Channel, then I'll eat my own hat).
  • 13. ASK ME ANYTHING. If you really want to talk to somebody but you don't want to talk to people you know and you just want to get things out, my ASK box is always open.
  • 14. Find a hobby. If you don't really want to talk to anybody, that's okay, sometimes we need to just have some 'me time'. In my me times, I usually deactivate from Facebook, and just focus on things that make me happy. Like; Puzzles, Sudoku, Games, writing, cooking, singing, whatever it is...travelling even. Enjoy yourself.
  • 15. Travel. Maybe being stuck in the same place is the problem, maybe you're head wants to be in a place where it can ACTUALLY THINK.
  • 16. Go Hiking. I suppose Hiking is similar to walking but if you're an outdoor person, this is a great way to clear your head and to feel fresh.
  • 17. Hit The Gym. Or even do your own exercises. I like to walk - do crunches, and I love Zumba. I love dancing. If you love being active, this is also another way to clear your mind from negative things.
  • 18. GO SEE A MOVIE!!! When was the last time you had fun? Even if it's just by yourself. You're allowed to treat yourself. Go, enjoy, be surrounded by people, even if they're strangers.
  • 19. If you like coffee, treat yourself for one at a local cafe. Who knows, you might meet your coffee soulmate in a cafe one day.
  • 20. STOP thinking Negative. Have a Pros/Cons List. Try not to outweight the Pros list with the Cons. Please?
  • You are good enough.
  • 21. Write down a bucket List, and start ticking them off. Having goals and dreams is healthy. If you have dreams, then you have a direction of where you're going.
  • 22. Get help. It's okay, if you're head is in a really bad place to reach out to people. It really is okay.
  • 23. Help others. If you're not sure what to do with yourself at all, be useful to other people less fortunate than you. Volunteer! Work with Charity, Feed the homeless, help the guide dogs association.
  • 24. Smile more. It looks good on you, believe me. Spend time with your guilty pleasures, my guilty pleasure is binge watching glee
  • 25. Please DO NOT go to a pub to drink to ease your mind, if you are going to do that, do it with a friend, or somebody close.
  • 26. Eat Chocolate. Okay yes while society says NO DON'T EAT THE FATTY FOOD. Hey; screw them. If you feel better eating a bit of junk go for it. There's nothing wrong with eating a whole pizza or tub of ben and jerry ice cream when feeling upset - just try not to make TOO much of a habit : p
  • 27. REBLOG YOUR FOLLOWERS POSTS, you might be surprised that you aren't the only one feeling the way you're feeling, you might be surprised by how much you're forgetting that hey - it's gonna be alright.
  • 28. Do something nice for your neighbour. Ah who knows, have you ever actually talked to them? Maybe they might be lonely too.
  • 29. Have a GAMES Night. A very good friend of mine loves Games. If You LOVE Games, then hell have a marathon of them. Play the sims, be in control.
  • 30. Speaking of marathons...dun dun dun - MOVIE MARATHON, I Don't Know About You Guys, But Having A Harry Potter Movie Marathon always cheers me Up. WITH FOOD Of course, and good company, but this is about cheering yourself up, so if you don't want company, that's okay.
  • 31. Draw. I love drawing too. I suppose I'm more of the creative person. There are a lot of different types of people out there, maybe you like solving things - do those fancy cube things Idk what they're called. If you are like my brother and you love Maths, then maybe you can tutor someone. On one hand you're helping someone, and doing something you like doing, just like I'm drawing because I like drawing.
  • 32.Be with kids. believe it or not, kids are the most innocent little munchkins, and they honestly don't care what you look like, if you play hide and seek with them they'll be thrilled, so long as you're nice to them, they're generally nice to you... but be warned, they tell it how it is too. I talk a bit different. The most popular thing they've said to me was "Is that why you talk funny, because of the things in your teeth?" (They've also never really seen braces before) I even had one kid determined to get me to sing 'Everything is awesome' I'll never forget that because this kid clearly didn't care how I sounded, and just wanted me to sing with her. I felt great.
  • 33. If you're into Fairy Tales, Please Please Read Chris Colfer's The Land Of Stories series 1-4. It's an amazing series, and you almost forget what world you're in once you start reading. Plus, there's more coming (I'm a little excited)
  • 34. Watch Pixar Movies. You can't go wrong.
  • 35. GO TO HOGWARTS. Harry Potter Fan? Visit - Platform 9 3/4s in London, or go to the Harry Potter World, or if you can't actually visit these sites, go on Pottermore.
  • 36. Read Fan Fiction, you might not be a harry potter fan, but whatever fandom you are in, believe me sometimes Fan Fictfion Cheer me up. I adore Glee *Don't Judge Me* and Dalton is the best thing ever. Or Little Numbers...or Both. They cheer me up big time.
  • 37. Role play. If you like superheroes or characters, go be with the crowd. I believe they have events like Comic Con, and on Facebook they even have Events for such things, go be with strangers! So long as it's safe of course.
  • 38. Write a letter to the person who inspires you most and send it. You might be surprised by an answer.
  • 39. Pick up your instrument. Don't ignore your musical talent if you do have a musical talent. Remember, you're worth it. I don't care what you've done. Pick, It Up.
  • 40. Maybe go visit your family? I know this is about 'quality me time' but if you haven't seen your family in such a long time or are at a distance. Maybe being surrounded by something familiar is what you need.
  • 41. Change Careers. If you're not enjoying what you're doing or studying, change it. I remember in highschool a teacher said you might change your job 10 - 12 times before getting it right. It'okay, you just haven't found where you're meant to be yet.
  • 42. Enter a competition - Who knows what will come from it, take risks.
  • 43. If you're a risk-taker, challenge yourself. IDK how you're going to do that, but google has some pretty good answers. Even ask your tumblr followers, they follow you for a reason after all.
  • 44. Go on a boat. Go Fishing! I don't know, it's not my thing, but if you like fishing, then hell - go out there and fish.
  • 45. Find time for yourself, are you working too much? Maybe you are working too much. You know life doesn't stop for nobody, and if you keep pushing yourself so hard, time will go so fast and you won't realise how much of that time you could have spent on your own self.
  • The world is not going to end if you treat yourself.
  • 46. You ARE Good Enough. Listen to my words. Sometimes encouragement is all we need, when people feel hopeless, or like everything's gone wrong. It's gonna be okay. I promise, just hang in there.
  • 47. Write Down Quotes that Inspire You. I have a wall of these, and of people that inspire me too, and it reminds me of the good things in life when I'm in a crappy mood.
  • 48. Find something to do. If you're not doing anything, go take up a course, research things that interest you, you might be surprised by what comes from it. Join a community that enjoys doing things you do.
  • 49. Go To The Beach - If you live in Australia like me, visiting the beach is actually really calming and me and my best friend always would go on a random drive, and drive up to a beach or a look out, and it was always calming. Enchanting too sometimes. Maybe we forget about the place we live in, and what's exciting about the place. If you're in New York, visit Broadway or The Statue Of Liberty, or if you're in London, go to the London Bridge, or the Eye, visit the Eiffel Tower if you're in Paris...just go Anywhere.
  • 50. Take a random journey. Go on a train to somewhere new, go on a road trip. You never know what's around the corner.
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Character: Stiles Stilinski

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Soulmate AU - Soulmates meet in dreams

A/N: This is a little wordy, but it had to set up a scene! I got really into this, and I’m thinking maybe a second part? ;) Enjoy!

Originally posted by teendeucalion


The clock hit 10 o’clock P.M. and you jumped up from your spot on the couch. Your mom looked over at you with her eyebrows creased. “You’re going to bed earlier than usual. It’s Friday, sit and watch a movie with me!”

               You glanced at the television and then back at your mom. “I’m actually a bit tired. Did a lot at school, today. Goodnight!” You rushed the words out and practically ran upstairs.

               Practically throwing bathroom stuff around, you got yourself ready for bed and put on your favorite pajamas. You even threw on a little smudge-proof mascara. If your mother saw you doing this, she would think you were insane. But she didn’t really understand the soulmate thing, either. Most people your parent’s age and older didn’t understand it, because it was just discovered recently. Meeting your soulmate in your dreams, being able to control your dreams while sleeping; it was a crazy concept, but there were studies to prove it was true.

               Your soulmate appeared in your dreams a couple months ago, the night you turned 18. You had read a lot about soulmates and how the dreams worked, but when you experienced it for yourself, it was nothing like you imagined.

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Snail mail friend

Hello, My name is Amanda. I am nearly done with college and would like to get some more pen pals, as I currently only have one. I am 25, and will soon (hopefully) be a vet tech! I am feeling like I’m in another transitional stage of my life, and would like to have someone to bond with.

I’m looking for anyone, preferably over 20, that wants to really become friends–chat about our daily lives, our dreams, our fears, what makes us mad or happy. Basically like meeting up and having a cup of coffee and catching up but through letters! I am only interested in snail mail for now, but if we develop a friendship I would be open to communicating other ways like Facebook etc. I also like the composition book idea!

As for me, I love animals (of course) but especially dogs. I grew up in Alaska (US) and have always been a part of rural communities, so I love the outdoors, country music, guns, bonfires, camping, you name it. I am not religious or political–its fine if you are, but tolerance goes both ways! I currently live in Kansas with my fiance and two dogs. I love attempting all forms of art, and will probably send you things ;) I journal a lot as that and my art help me get through some of my life experiences. I love spooky things (I have way too many Halloween decorations, some are up year round), love horror books and movies. I love to read, but watch a lot of movies too (and shows like Supernatural). I collect notebooks, stickers, and rocks, among other little treasures. One great part about Kansas (US) is I’m always finding little old forgotten things.

I’m sure we would have lots of other things to discuss, so if you’re interested, send me an email at
Fisher.vet @ hotmail. com. 

I don’t use Tumblr much, so that’s the best way to reach me.

Thanks!

Studying in Vet School

Vet school is not the easiest degree and therefore requires a lot of time (which we don’t have), dedication (which we must have) and motivation (which can be non-existent), in order to be successful. Now, there is no secret formula on how to study as everyone learns differently but, here are some study tricks, tips and techniques that may be useful.

To type or  not to type…

I was previously a hand-writing notes kinda gal but have recently changed my ways. I used to print off the lecture slides prior to class and then would annotate, scribble and highlight all over them during the lecture. After class, I would then write out the scribbles I had taken into coherent notes with diagrams etc. This method had successfully gotten be through vet school up until this year.

With the increasing volume of information I am expected to learn, I have found that typing is much more efficient. If I type during lectures, it saves me from having to re-write them like I previously did. I edit them, add additional information and pictures and then print them off. This also allows me more time to actually learn and understand the information. The added bonus of typing is that your notes are easy to put onto a tablet or to access from computers on prac or when you graduate using DropBox, Google Drive etc. 

Originally posted by meowanime

Textbooks; worth it or a waste of money?

I love textbooks and still call on my beloved Dyce for an anatomy refresher or Zachary and McGavin for a pathological process. I am head-over-heels for Ettinger’s Textbook for Veterinary Internal Medicine. I think it is a brilliant investment for your career. 

Textbooks are a good resource to have though they are very expensive. I suggest trying to source online PDFs if your pennies are tight, or have a look on Abe Books (secondhand books) or the Book Depository (may be cheaper than retail). 

If you aren’t too sure before you pass over your precious dollars, check out your vet school’s library for a copy and see if you think it will be a valuable resource for your collection or turn to the Vetblr community for advice on what they think is a brilliant reference or a review on a particular book!

Originally posted by lovely-lenne

Go to your lectures 

Seriously, go to lectures. Even if they are recorded, still go. You will be in an environment surrounded by other people who are engaged in a lecture which can encourage you to concentrate as opposed to sitting at home and watching it with a million and one distractions. I know some people learn better in a home environment (and fall asleep in lectures) and that is totally fine, but for me, being present in the lecture is way more beneficial. Plus, if you are at home listening to a lecture, you may miss out on your professor imitating a horse walking with Stringhalt!

Originally posted by black-suits-my-soul

Concentration is the key

I am sure that I am not the only one who sits there reading the same sentence of their equine orthopaedics notes over and over again because they are too busy thinking about how amazing cats are (am I right!?). I am also sure that I am not the only one who sits there typing notes to be seen 2 minutes later on Facebook or Tumblr. 

We all have those moments (sometimes days), where you just seriously cannot concentrate whatever the heck you do. When I am having one of these bouts, I put time restrictions on myself. I find that when I do this, I tend to stay more focused at the task at hand. The Pomodoro Technique is brilliant. You study for 25 minutes and then take a 5 minute break. Repeat this 4 times and then take a 10 minute break, then start again. This way you are giving yourself a little reward after making your brain work really hard for those 25 minutes. There are some pretty cute apps out there as well for it!

Originally posted by firstars

Suffering from the zero motivation thing?

Books? Check! Laptop? Check! Highlighters? Check! Motivation? ….. Now you can be all set and ready to go but what is the point when as soon as you open that first page on your pathology textbook you just have absolutely no interest in what you are doing. Not only does this result in a miserable you, it also isn’t productive at all. I go through this from time to time where I just kick myself for wanting to be a vet and dragging myself through 6 years of uni and just can’t stand the thought of another second of cattle reproduction. 

Best thing to do when this happens is do not force yourself to study. It just makes everything a whole heck worse. Take a break (even if you literally just sat down to study). Go for a walk, go play with your pet, talk to a friend or call family. If I am really not happy, then I watch an episode of The Supervet or All Creatures Great and Small or take a trip down memory lane and look at photos from my past few years at vet school. Little things that remind you why you want to be here are sometimes all you need to get yourself into gear. 

Originally posted by therainbowoverme

Organisation is also the key 

I don’t know about you, but if I have everything in files with dividers, books with labelled sticky tabs in a categorical order in my bookshelf and an assortment of stationery I just feel like everything is right in the world. Having your notes prepared and stored in an orderly manner makes it easier for you to access information and is a good habit to get into yearly on in the degree. Also organise your computer files in a logical manner and back them up too! I still frequently reach for notes from previous years and it helps that I know where everything is. 

Originally posted by autumnsunset

Exams - that one word that strikes fear in all vet students

Preparation is key. I try and start studying for finals about a month before my first exam. This easier said than done because in that month, because you are still learning new material whilst going over older stuff. I write a list of topics to be covered before the exam for each unit and tick them off as I go.

I use my typed notes as guide and draw on textbooks and journal articles to incorporate my understanding of topics into a massive mindmaps on A3 paper. I find hand writing mind maps and drawing out anatomy, diseases etc really reinforces what I learn’t throughout the semester. 

Originally posted by writingbox

Feel free to add anymore tips or tricks that you may have and happy studying!

They'll Tear Us Apart If You Give Them The Chance

Everything looks emotional in italics. I’m sorry it took me so long to get this done but life really got in the way :c However, Princes Daniel, Philip, Harry, Louis and William are finally back!

I’d like to quickly dedicate this chapter to Shelley, who’s been my rock for the past few days and probably for the next few decades. You’re already pretty much my best friend ever, and I’m going to cherish that tweet for the rest of my life for bringing me to you. I hope we last like Dan and Phil. I love you. <3 

anyway on with the gay princes 

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About 2 months ago, maybe a little more I stopped being best friends with my best friend. Friends fight and we had fought before but we always seemed to find each other again. This time was different this time we didn’t find each other.

You never think your best friend would be the person who tears your heart up, breaks it into a million pieces, and stomps on it till there is nothing left but mush. You never picture yourself to be the person to do it back. But we did. We hurt each other over and over and over to make one of us feel better as if we were “winning”. But all we were doing was destroying all possibilities of fixing the tear in our friendship. All we did was make a bigger hole.

You spend your whole life with someone that you start to take them and your connection for granted. Until you have nights where you knew they would be there for you, where they would put you back onto the right path. But they aren’t there anymore.

It may not hit you right away. The whole missing them thing. It could take days, weeks, months maybe even years. But you’ll get to that point. You can say many things to yourself to make you think different.

“You are strong, you don’t need her, you don’t miss her, you never want her back in your life, things are easier without her.” But it’s all fake. You are strong but you are stronger with her. You may not need her now but you will, time will tell. You may not want her back in your life right now, but try to picture someone else as your maid of honour or someone else watching your kids when you grow up. You don’t miss her? Wait till the memories come up on Facebook from 1,2,3,4 years ago, look how happy you 2 were. Thing might be easier right now but who’s gonna be there for you when things get tough?

One late night when nothing seems to be going right and for some god-forsaken reason you are looking through your photos you’ll see her. You’ll see the picture of you and her and you’ll crack a smile . You don’t know why but you will. A bunch of images and laughs will all scatter your brain. You will remember the night you showed up at her house at 4 am to make sure she was ok, or the night she stayed on the phone with you for hours and listened to you cry over the stupid boy. You’ll remember all the stupid memories like the first time you 2 got drunk and drunk dialled all the boys who “f**ked you over in 2015” or the time you put your hand prints in each other’s closets to never forget . And after you crack you smile maybe laugh a little you’ll get a pain.

A pain so deep in your stomach it’s unreal. You’ll feel your face tighten up as you get ready for the tears. You’ll feel you whole body freeze in pressure as your brain thinks. Thinks about the decisions you 2 have made. Was it really worth the IG post?

Was it really Worth it to post a screenshot of her post and hashtag it “#yourplayin’”? Or completely make the other person seem like a idiot on social media? Did you feel fabulous after it? Huh? Did it make you feel awesome to embarrass a girl you loved for sooo many years to get a couple “rt” at the bottom of a stupid picture that no one will remember 2 weeks from then but you and her?

You’re going to regret it. Regret the moment you didn’t decide to be the bigger person and apologize. You’re gonna regret the first time you let the words “ihateher” spit out of your mouth. You’re gonna regret everyone someone said her name and your response was “oh her”. Because it all seems so stupid. Why would you ever do something so cruel to someone who meant so much to you?

So to the friend that I hurt but equally hurt me back, I’m sorry. I know there is a point of no forgiveness. I know we reached that point but I’m still sorry. Life goes and people stay and people leave and growing up I sure as hell never thought I’d lose you. And maybe it’s better this way but who knows? I’m sorry I broke your heart more than a guy probably ever has, I’m sorry I made you feel lonely, I’m sorry I put other people’s views on “our breakup story” before the thought of how you would feel.

Dear ex bff, I’m sorry.

(Don’t) Hop on my Back

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Paring: Eren/Levi

Summary: Based off the AU: I mistook you for my best friend and jumped on your back in public and now I’m embarrassed.

Eren never said he had perfect vision. (Eren’s text name is based off of this video starting at 1:45)

For Ereri Week Day 7: Soumates

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Eren never said he had perfect vision.

To be completely honest he was a step below being called legally blind, so looking back on the incident, it wasn’t entirely because he was texting Armin about snemes (snail memes).

What also didn’t help was Mikasa decided that her long hair, which was then reaching the middle of her chest, was making her become unbearably hot and since it was the beginning of summer she might as well cut it off into a bob-styled haircut.

Long story short; this lead up to Eren being slammed to the ground by the not-so-Mikasa-person.

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Title: Amazing Phil

Author: Silly-plot-twists 

Pairing: Dan Howell/ Phil Lester

Summary: Maybe that was the problem from the very beginning. Maybe Phil was meant to save Dan from himself. Maybe Phil was meant to keep everything moving. And maybe Dan was meant to fall in love with Phil, but Phil was never meant to fall in love with Dan.

Warnings: Occasional Swearing, unrequited love

Genre: Angst

Author’s Note: First fic posted on tumblr! Hope you guys like it :)

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Math Tutor/Bad Boy! Luke

Pairing: Y/N and Luke

Warning: Smut

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: HES A MATH TUTOR BUT HES A BADBOY NOT A NERD OKEI?

Originally posted by hoodzer

“Don’t you look pretty” my mum squealed

I looked at myself in the mirror, this fugly pink floral dress my mums making me wear, along with dutch braids which looked good but with the flower my mum had clipped in my hair they looked rather lame. My mum walking over to my dresser with her hand on her hips looking at my selection of pink make-up. I grabbed a hold of my back pack. The only thing not pink in my room in fact was my black back pack. If I could change it I would, oh how I would have black walls covered in band posters and a black bed spread but..I’m not in charge of that my mum is.

Ever since I was little she’s always dressed me up in frilly girly stuff, where as I had three brothers and I’d rather be dressed in a football jersey and knocking down my brothers. But of course I was always at the sideline with my mum cheerleading them on. Of course my brothers used to take me out to escape mum and we used to play football but I always had to act all girly for mum.

Now that we’ve moved nothing seemed to change she was first to paint my room pink, first to choose my bed spread. I mean for god sake my pink bed is covered in teddies.

“I think this one” she said whilst walking towards me with a light pink lipstick.

“Mum can I not wear something I want?”

“Now young lady you want to make a good first impression on your first day”

“Yeah but theres so much pink, I might die of pinkness”

“No you won't”

She laughed and pinched my cheeks applying the pink lipstick. I smiled through the pain and she clapped her hands.

“You looked so pretty” she walked out my room as I looked in the mirror. Well shit.


“Ok remember to smile and make friends”

“Thanks mum”

I looked at the school all the student were sat outside on the grass. The building was really tall and painted all over in white. With blue and yellow flag on top of the door.

“Right heres you folder” I smiled at my mum as I looked at the folder, pink. Of course.

“Right bye mum, thank you” I opened the door

“Wheres my kiss” I leant across and kissed her on her cheek

“Bye”

I walked towards the front door and walked inside trying not to cause much attention to my gross dress and pink make-up. The hallway seemed empty and there was rows of blue lockers. I walked around looking for a toilet sign but bumped into someone which made me fall to the floor.

Shit sorry” A raspy voice spoke, I quickly picked up my bag and pulled down my dress. I looked up at the boy, he was tall with beautiful blonde semi-quiff and sunglasses covering his eyes. He had a black lip ring covering his lips. He pulled his glasses down to the bridge of his nose.

“You ok there pretty Lady”

“More than ok, could you show me where to toilets are?”

“Down the hall on the left”

“Thanks”

I gave him a cheeky smile and walked down the hall finding the girls bathroom. I placed my backpack on the counter and took out my make-up wipes and wiped off the disgusting girly make-up. I grabbed my black skinny jeans and white tank top along with my leather jacket and changed into them. I took out my contour kit and applied it. I did my eyebrows, eyeliner and eye shadow. I got out my ‘Myth’ MAC Lipstick and applied with care of course. I stuffed my make- up back in my bag and the horrible floral dress.

I looked at my braids they actually weren’t to bad, so I kept them in. Plus I forgot my hairbrush and hair after braids is not a pretty look. I shoved my back-pack on my back and walked out of the bathroom. Again bumping into someone but not falling to my face but instead a leather clad jacket.

“Whoa pretty lady you got to watch where you’re going” he said

“I believe I’m not the only one bumping into people, Blondie” I smiled whilst walking in the direction of the reception to get my time table.


Maths. Mental Abuse to humans.

Why I had to take this class I don’t know. I never liked maths although I wouldn’t say I was bad, I mean I can pretty much work out the formula of x.. If I wasn’t always on tumblr..or Facebook. I just don’t understand and plus we were already 5 minutes in and half the class wasn’t here and the teacher hadn’t even started.

The classroom door opened and a bunch of jocks walked in and took there seats. Blondie from the hallway looked at me and walked over to me and sat down next to me just my luck.

“Hello Beautiful”

“Hello Blondie”

“Looks like you’re my partner”

“I mean I would move if I could but unfortunately I’m trapped between the wall and you”

“You’re welcome”

I shook my head and got out my notebook and embarrassing folder. Blondie snickerd and grabbed my folder.

“Nice folder”

“Please don’t my mum made it”

“Strict parents or do they enjoy torturing you?”

“You best believe it”

“I wondered why you’re not wearing that hideous dress”

“Well I’m glad you agree”

“Im Luke by the way”

“Y/N” I smiled. The lesson went really fast considering I hate Maths but having Luke next to me made it enjoyable he’s actually a really nice guy even though he looks like he has a dick personality.


After school I had managed to walk home and get into the shower and changed before my mum had got home from work.

As soon as she set foot in the hallway she was on my case. Asking me about school, about my classes. Pretty sure she didn’t take a breath.

“Oh, Y/N, I got you a tutor. To help with your maths.”

I didn’t need a tutor. I could manage just fine if I tried. She was obsessed with my grades, and a C wasn’t enough to keep her happy. I really didn’t need help at all, but there was no reasoning with her. She proceeded to ramble on and on about what time they would be coming and how I needed to really try and improve, but I stopped listening.

I just hid away in my room, dreading the first session.

10 minutes before they were due to arrive, my mum positioned me downstairs to wait. She answered the door once there was a knock, and in walked Luke.

“Y/N, hi. Wow, guess you aren’t as good at maths as you claimed to be.” He smirked, taking a seat next to me.

“Guess you aren’t as bad as you claimed to be Blondie.”

It’s hard to concentrate on algebra when there’s a hand creeping up your thigh. I wasn’t going to stop him though. Two can play at that game.

I planted my hand on his thigh too, and slowly slid it upwards as he attempted to explain expanding double bracket equations to me.

He was stumbling over his words and biting his lip by the time I reached his bulge, which was very noticeable.

“For fuck sake babe, don’t tease me.” He half growled, grabbing my waist and pulling me into his lap.

I smashed my lips onto his. I wasn’t the good girl my parents wanted me to be, and he definitely wasn’t a good boy. His tongue in my mouth and my hands in his hair.

My mum had gone out, and it was timed perfectly, because within a few minutes his top was on the floor and mine was on the table along with my bra as his hands roamed my body. Their focus was on my boobs, but his fingers often trailed along my side on their way.

His finger tips were rough and calloused, but the burning hot sensation they left behind was mesmerising. Almost as much as his eyes, which I couldn’t help but get lost in as dirty words fell from his lips while I rolled my hips against his.

I sucked deep purple marks down his neck, fumbling with the zip of his jeans as he did the same. I was a whimpering and moaning mess, and it was so hard to gather my thoughts enough to perform the simple task.

“I hope you don’t need fucking foreplay, cause all I want is to fuck you senseless.”

I moaned at his words alone, and he lifted me as he stood up. I pushed his jeans down his legs with his underwear and he pressed me against a wall, pulling mine off too.

After a few short seconds of rubbing me roughly through the thin material of my panties, they were discarded too, and my head fell to rest of his shoulder as he slammed into me. A gasping main escaped my lips and my nails dug into his back as his hips smacked against mine, leaving me with a feeling only describable as euphoric.

The raspy moans he was releasing only turned me on more, and I pulled myself closer to him.

His dick was far bigger than I’d ever had, and it hit all the right places.

“Luke!” I whimpered and moans, beginning to pant and feeling my climax building between my hips.

“Are you gonna cum baby?”

He kissed my collarbones and I nodded vigorously, whining and looking him in the eyes. They were wild and dark, and his thrusts were getting sloppy.

He sped up once more, trying to make his thrusts sharper and deeper but was overcome by his own pleasure.

“Just fucking cum I want to see your face.”

And that was all it took. I threw my head back releasing around him and he followed soon after. Our pants echoed around the room and I nuzzled my face into his neck.

“See…maths can be fun.”

Just say fuck the rest (Ryan Seaman imagine)

Hi can I have a ryan seaman imagine where y/n and him are a couple and she’s a lot younger than he is so ppl are giving them a lot of hate and she sees he’s sad about it so she breaks up with him but he fights for her and they make love (gentle)?

A/n: Argh I’m so so sorry that this took a long time I really am, I have been having a massive writers block and I’m doing my best, I really pushed myself last night so I’m sorry if the smut isn’t as good as I usually write

It was a long day at work for you, having to wake up early, of course having a little sleep in. You had to rush to work. Your boyfriend for 3 years, Ryan Seaman was still sleeping when you left. It was your birthday on the weekend and you spent the whole day at Ryan’s place with his band, Falling in Reverse, you had just turned 20, Ryan was so excited he kept posting it everywhere, posting pictures of the two of you together, Of course he had let you sleep over once it got really late. You hoped to see him and Ryan when you went back to his place to collect your things.

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Genre: fluff(plus kissing)

It’s 4 a.m. and you’re freezing. Being as late as it was, you still weren’t asleep and you didn’t really know why. Was it the stress of your parents getting a divorce or was it just too cold. Lying on your left side under four layers of blankets, you here your facebook messenger tone go off behind you. You roll over begrudgingly to check who it is. At the top of the page, it says ‘Dan Howell’ and you don’t know what to think. You haven’t seen each other since university and honestly, you missed him. The two of you would always go to parties together and get a little tipsy. Seeing his name reminds you of the drunken makeout sessions and the terrible hangovers in class. You reply by just saying ‘Hey Dan’. You’re surprised at how quickly he replies. ‘Wow I didn’t expect for you to be awake this late. How are you?’ 'I’m usually not up this late…or is it early? Idk lol but I’m alright I guess. How about you?’ 'I’m pretty good but not having my best university friend around anymore isn’t the best!’ ’ I know I’ve missed you. Wait, why did you suddenly text me out of the blew?’ 'Oh, I was going through my friends list and deleting people when I saw your name. Idk I just wanted to talk to you. What are you doing tomorrow?’ When he asked you this you started getting excited. In uni, you guys never officially “dated” so this was probably just to hangout. 'Tomorrow/today is Saturday right?’ 'Why don’t you just check your phone?’ ’-_-’ ’ You know I’m just messing with you y/n. Yes it’s Saturday tomorrow’ 'Ok then I’m not doing anything’ 'Do you want to meet up tomorrow so we can talk more. I’m getting kinda tired.’ 'Wow Daniel. I didn’t know I was that boring!’ 'You know what I meant y/n’ 'I know lol. Ya just text me tomorrow and we’ll figure out where.’ 'Ok, goodnight y/f/n’ 'Goodnight Daniel James Howell. Don’t forget to text me tomorrow!’ 'Believe me y/n, I won’t.’

The next morning you wake up around 11 a.m. and you’re completely exhausted. It feels like you got two hours of sleep rather than 7. You take your phone off the charger to turn on music and check social media. You have 11 messages from Dan! He’s been wanted to get tea with you since 9. 'Hey I just woke up.’ You say still trying to wake up your eyes. Dan replies less than five seconds later and has a 50 word long rant about how he’s been waiting for you to reply. You don’t even care because you’re so tired. 'Do you still want to get tea or no?’ 'Yes of course. I want to see you so bad.’ This makes you realise that he really has missed you and hasn’t forgotten about your friendship. 'How about 1:30?’ He is completely flabbergasted but he eventually agrees because all he wants today is to see his old friend. 'Okay I have to get ready I’ll text you when I’m done’ 'Okay fine.’

After a 30 minute steamy shower you let your hair dry while you put on your makeup. This messes you up. You haven’t seen him in so long and you want to look pretty but you don’t want to be wearing four pounds of makeup. You decide to just do what you normally do and not sweat it. After putting on a sweater, light jeans, long socks and leather boots, it’s about 1:15. While your eating your whole grain bagel for brunch, you text Dan and tell him that you’re ready. ’ Finally, jfc. Do you want to go to Starrrrbuccckkkkssssssss’ 'are you actually serious?’ 'No I was just kidding but we can if you want.’ 'I feel like you secretly want to so okay lol I don’t really care here we go.’ After eating your bagel, you look around your flat trying to find your wallet. You can’t find it anywhere until you find it on the bathroom sink. You have no idea how it got there but you don’t really care. After walking out of your building, you ask Dan for his number so that you can call him. He reluctantly gives it to you and you call him. His voice makes you smile and feel warm inside, unlike the weather around you. After bickering for 5 minutes about which Starbucks to go to, you decide on the one closer to his flat. You walk a little farther than you wanted but it was worth it.

When you reach Starbucks, you see Dan waiting outside the door waiting for you in his black skinny jeans, windbreaker, and fluffy hat.When he starts to walk toward you, his adorable dimpled smile comes onto his face and make you blush with the biggest smile. Seeing him makes you forget about your parents getting a divorce. He gives you the giant bear hug you’ve needed for months. You almost start to cry because of how happy this is making you but you make yourself not to because that would be to embarrassing for you. You can feel his warmth through his jacket and it makes you even happier than you already are. When he releases you from the hug. you don’t want to let go but you do. When you look up at him, you notice that his smile hasn’t left his face. “Oh am I happy to see you,” dan says as he opens the door to Starbucks for you. Before you’re all the way through, he lets go of the door, putting his hand on your lower back, and walks in next to you. Surprisingly, there’s no line. Dan doesn’t ask you what you want, he just orders two mint teas. “Hey, can you go find us a table?” He asks you under his breathe as the cashier is writing the order on the cups. The whole place is filled except a little table with two chairs by the fogged window. You sit down and check to see the time on your phone. Its 1:27.

Sitting with you back facing the cash register, you scroll through tumblr for no apparent reason. After less than 2 minutes, you feel Dan’s hand swipe against your back as he sits in front of you. You put your phone back in your pocket then look up to a smiling face. “Thank you Dannn” you say with a smile and a giggle. “You’re welcome y/n” he said dragging out your name as long as you drug out his. While you were waiting for your drinks, he wouldn’t stop staring at you. You caught his looking at your lips a few time but never thought anything of it. “You look beautiful…like always” This made you blush like there was no tomorrow. You just giggled and said thank you. “Two mint teas” said the man setting down your drinks on the counter. You both got up to get them but he told you to sit down and he’d get them. You didn’t want to, but you let him be a gentleman. You were surprised at him being this sweet and polite. In university, he would always be the first through the door and just treated you like Phil or Pj.

Dan came back with your drinks. “Don’t drink it yet, it’ll burn your tongue,” Dan said without thinking about it. When he said that you smiled because it showed that he cared about you getting hurt. Little things like that would always strike you harder than it would anyone else. “Why are you smiling?” He asked after he looked up from his phone. He was checking twitter of course. “Oh, nothing,” you say nonchalantly. “Uhm ok. How’s your youtube life now?” You asked just to get a conversation started. You both talked about your lives since uni and how university didn’t affect your life now. After wasting four years of your life, you had always wanted to make the rest of your life perfect. When there was a silence between topic you knew it was your chance. “So why did you randomly text me anyway?” You asked only because you truly wanted to know. “I was going through my friend list on facebook to delete people and I saw your name. I just haven’t talked to you in forever and I missed you and our old days,” he said with the devilish wink that made you blush. You knew exactly what he was talking about; when the drunk parties would turn into almost sex, but never all the way, in his dorm. You tilted your head down and look at him. He just smiles because he knew you both used to love it. After a few hours of slowly, ever so slowly, drinking your tea and talking to Dan, you feel your stomach growl. It loud enough for Dan to hear. “What time is it anyway?” He asked because he hasn’t checked his phone since the beginning of the day. You take your phone out of your front pocket to check the time. “5 O'clock!!!” You said astonished and realizing that you haven’t eaten all day. “Do you want to go get some food y/n?” He asked now hearing the realization in your voice and the growl from your stomach and concluding that you were starving. “Uhm sure,” you said trying not to sound as starving as you were. You suggested that you two go out for chinese or indian food. Dan wasn’t into that idea that much so he just invited you to his flat and eat dinner there. You agreed, having no idea where this night was about to go.

You and Dan walked to his flat from starbucks, taking the longest way so that you could be with each other as long as possible before you got to his flat. You knew he had a flatmate named Phil but you didn’t know anything about him like if he would be in his you while you were there or if he would be out to mingle. You walked down the streets of London, with Dan’s hand on your waist most of the time. To outsiders, it probably looked like the two of you were a couple, and that didn’t really bother you. You’ve always had a crush on Dan, ever since uni so this feeling was nothing new to you. You never did anything about the relationship or the feelings because you knew Dan was way out of your league and that he would’ve shoved the friend zone in your face if you tried during uni. Only having Dan in a somewhat sexual way when he was drunk made you think that he would only that kind of things with you if he were intoxicated. You were okay with this because you would take all the Dan you could get.

Dan wouldn’t stop bringing up the time that the two of you pulled an allnighter, making out all night until you were sober that falling asleep in each others’ arms. You loved that night so much, even though the day after was horrific. All the migraines and annoyance in class made you want to scream for the rest of the day. But it was worth it. Totally worth it. That night you felt that something had happened between you and Dan but nothing ever happened with it. You wanted him to feel the same as you did but you couldn’t just ask. YOu didn’t have the confidence of that and you were scared to be let down.

When you finally reach his flat you walk up the stairs to a man yelling at the television. He’s playing mario kart on the wii U. You were the first one up so you stood there waiting for Dan to come up. He introduced you to Phil by saying “Phil, this is y/n, my friend from uni.” Phil raised his eyebrows and said “Ohhhhhhhh, so you’re y/n. I’ve heard so much about you.” He said smiling at Dan because he knew what had happened between you two inuni. Apparently Dan was flaunting those makeouts with his friends. You just blushed and looked at Dan. “ANYWAY.” Dan said trying desperately to change the subject before you killed him. He took his jacket off and put it on the coat hanger. It was burning in his flat. The heater was on full blast and gave your body a shock when you walked in. You had a nit sweater on with a tank top underneath. You started almost sweating within 2 minutes. “You can take your sweater off if you need.” Dan said not realising how bad it sounded. He tried to play it off by saying “Only if you’re wearing something underneath. I mean I have no problem if you’re not I just mean…” he mumbled off in embarrassment. You just laughed and took off your sweater to reveal you black tank top with lace at the top. You chose this being you thought it was kinda sexy and you didn’t know where this night was going. When you took off you sweater, you had completely forgotten which tank it was. And once your sweater was off, you couldn’t put it back on so you just embraced your sexiness. While you were dealing with you sweater situation, Dan had made his way to the refrigerator to check what kind of food they had in the house. “The only edible thing we have are those frozen fajitas you bought three months ago.” Dan said to Phil whilst laughing. He looked at you to see if it was okay and you just shrugged your shoulders in an agreeing way. Dan took them out and started to make meaningless small talk with you. Only a few minutes after Dan has put the pan on the stove, Phil loses his race and comes to properly introduce himself. “Hey sorry about earlier. It was lap three so I needed to concentrate.” Phil said hoping that you didn’t think he was rude. You accepted his apology and the two of you fell into conversation about old Dan. The two of you laughed at his old habits and his 2011 haircut. Only about ten minutes later, Dan arrived to the dining table with what seemed to be a delicious dinner. The three of you ate in laughter and the telling of stories. Dan brought up one story that didn’t particularly make you look good. “One time y/n and I got so wasted that we almost had sex.” Dan was the only one who laughed. Phil didn’t think that your relationship with him was that close and you had never told anyone about that night and you were wondering how many other people he had told. “Well how do you know you didn’t if you were that wasted?” Phil asked the question that hadn’t crossed your mind since that night. “Oh because I still had the two condoms I started with.” Phil accepted that as a reasonable way of knowing, even though there was still a good chance the two of you didn’t use one…but the alcohol had taken the answer away. Trying to desperately change the subject, you asked Phil about how it was living with Dan. Thankfully, this worked.

After everyone had finished dinner, Dan cleared the table for everyone. “Wow, Dan never clears the table. You really bring out the best in him,” Phil said making you smile and blush. “She really does,” Dan said with a sexy wink.

Looking at the time on your phone, your astonished as you see that it’s almost 11. “Well I better be going, I have to have brunch with my mom tomorrow.” You say making Dan and Phil sad that you’re leaving them. Your realize you don’t have your car and you have to walk across town you start to worry. “Hey Dan, can you maybe walk me home?” You ask basically pleading. If he doesn’t you be walking in pitch black, except for the beautiful moonlight, for at least 30 minutes. “Yes, of course. I wouldn’t let my girl walk alone at night.” Your heart skipped a beat and you felt you body rise 10 degrees. His girl? What did this mean? Are you a thing? No. You couldn’t be. This was the first time you’ve talked in years. “Y/n, are you okay?” Dan asked taking you out of your trance. “What? Ya, I’m fine.” Trying to calm yourself down and telling yourself that you’re overthinking it like always.

He grabs his jacket and hat and hands you your sweater. When he opens the door a few snow flakes fall into the flat. Dan shuts the door “Are you gonna be warm enough?” He asks in a worried tone.“Uhm I don’t know.” Hopefully he’ll give you one of his jackets that smells like his cologne. “Hold on.” He half way jogs down the hall, probably to his room. Dan comes back with a heavy black zip up. Granting your wishes It smells like him, making you heart beat a little bit faster. “K bye Phil!” “Bye” you both say as you walk into the snow.

The two of you take the long way to your home because both of you don’t want this night to end. 40 short minutes later, you reach your building. Both of you walk up three of the 6 steps that lead to the front door. You look down at your boots trying not to be the one to say goodbye. “When’s the next time you’re free?” Dan asked quietly. “Thursday,” you say after going over your work schedule in your head. “Okay, I’ll see you then. ” You thought he was going to just walk off you suddenly he grabbed you for a hug, the tightest, warmest, and most blissful you’ve had in a long time. Nuzzling your face into his chest, you hear him sigh with happiness. He pulls away but not letting go of you. Your eyes lock and you he smiles with his dimples prominently showing. He leans down so that your foreheads are leaning against each others. Slowly he leans in to kiss you. It a long, only lips kiss. The softest, yet intense kiss you have ever had. After what felt like hours, he leaves your lips. “Goodnight sweetheart,” he says bring you back for a last quick squeeze. He lets go and smiles. He walks to the bottom of the steps and says “I’ll text you when I get home.” “Okay, be safe please.” “No, I’m gonna go walk down every dark alley I can,” he says with a wink and walks off.

Thanks for reading! This was my first fanfic so don’t be upset if I messed something up. Hope you enjoyed and please give me your feedback and stuff (requests always welcome)

anonymous asked:

Hey there! I really love your work it always seems to make my days better whenever I read it. I was wondering if you could write 15 with wolfstar for the au prompt. X

Thank you so much! That’s so nice of you to say and you are awesome for prompting me. Hope you like it! It turned out way longer than I had anticipated and some Jily snuck in there as well. Hopefully you don’t mind!

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           Sirius Black was obsessed with music. It had been his escape while growing up in a shit family. Whenever his mom went a bit too batshit or his dad felt like being the abusive asshole he was to his core, Sirius would escape to his room and put on some music. He enjoyed movies, books, comics, television and the like, but he’d never loved anything the way he loved music.

           So when his best friend and flatmate, James Potter, got into some indie folk shit called “Wolf and Doe”, Sirius considered it an affront to music. Wolf and Doe was a two-band group with Lily Evans playing drums and Remus Lupin playing piano or ukulele depending on the song. They both sang, usually with Remus taking lead vocals.

           Sirius hated them because of the principle of the thing. They’d gotten started on Youtube and their videos had done well enough that they were able to record an album. They weren’t true artists, they were only popular because Lily Evans was hot and consequently had a mob of drooling fanboys, James being one of them. James Potter wouldn’t know good music if it bit him in the bum. Sirius had never actually watched any of their videos or listened to any of their music. But during a car ride back to see James’ parents, he was forced to listen to the entire thing.

           “Can’t you listen to real music?” Sirius asked, smacking James upside the head as he put Wolf and Doe on in the car.

           “What?” James asked, attempting to tame his unruly hair. “They’re good.”

           “This is some hipster garbage,” Sirius informed him, trying to steal James’ phone away to change the music.

           “It is not!” James retorted, smacking Sirius’ hands away. “They’ve got some great songs. Just listen!”

           “You’re just saying that because you have a crush on the redhead,” Sirius insisted, rolling his eyes as James hugged his phone to his chest for dear life.

           James had attempted to reach out to Lily Evans on every form of social media. He tweeted at her, messaged her through her Tumblr, even contacted her official Facebook. Sirius was pretty certain that Lily Evans considered James a stalker. He wouldn’t be surprised if a restraining order was sent to their flat.

            So Sirius had to suffer on the car ride from London to Bristol. The only problem was that he wasn’t suffering at all. Wolf and Doe were actually really good. Their voices complimented each other well and their songs were beautiful. Sirius was more of a punk rock guy, but he’d been known to jam out to Mumford and Sons on occasion. He could do a mean air banjo in his kitchen. But he did not consider folk music to be his cup of tea.

           There was just something at Remus’ voice that stuck with him. It had this almost twinge of sadness every time he sang that made the lyrics all the more poignant. Sirius couldn’t get it out of his head.

           As soon as they got back from visiting Mr. and Mrs. Potter, Sirius locked himself in his room and proceeded to watch every Youtube video available. He didn’t just watch the Wolf and Doe Youtube, but also collaborations they did with others, and interviews they’d done in the lead up to their album’s release. The more he watched Remus Lupin, the more obsessed with him he became. He was such a dork, wearing comfy jumpers and ripped jeans. He tawny curls always falling into his eyes and his shy looking smile.

           Wolf and Doe did the theme song for some YA book-turned-movie and so James dragged Sirius to the premiere, where Remus and Lily were sure to be. They got there early and managed to get great spots right up against the rope. Sirius felt himself getting stupidly excited, which was so dumb because there was no way they were going to get noticed.

           What he hadn’t been anticipating was James Fleamont Potter waving his arms like a lunatic the moment he spotted Lily Evans and trying to get her attention. Despite all sense, Lily and Remus made their way over to them. James had a picture of Lily that he got her to sign and started to awkwardly chat with her.

           Remus looked over at Sirius and gave him one of his adorable smiles. “Not a fan?” he asked casually, while Sirius nearly died in shock.

           “No, I am,” Sirius told him quickly, hating how nervous he sounded. “I just didn’t bring anything for you to sign.”

           “That’s too bad,” Remus said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Do you want to take a picture together or something?”

           Sirius’ eyes lit up at the suggestion. He would get to take a selfie with Remus fucking Lupin. Remus turned around and backed up so they could get close. He smelled like tea and soap, but Sirius definitely wasn’t sniffing him like a creeper. He just happened to get a small whiff. There was a breeze, okay?

           Sirius handed his phone to Remus because he could get a better angle of the both of them. They got close and smiled while Remus snapped the picture. He brought the phone down and looked at the photo. “I think we got a good one,” he said, grinning up at Sirius. “Mind if I send it to myself?”

           “No, go for it,” Sirius said, swallowing thickly. Fuck, Remus was so hot. How come he didn’t have his own group of massive fanboys? Or maybe he did and they just weren’t as vocal as Lily’s. Sirius would have to look into it when he got home.

           Remus handed the phone back after a moment. “I didn’t get your name.”

           “Sirius,” he answered, taking his phone and then awkwardly shaking Remus’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”

           “I should probably go,” Remus said, taking his hand back. “It was a pleasure, Sirius.”

           “Bye,” Sirius said, giving a small wave. “You rock.”

           Remus laughed and gave a wave back. “Thanks.”

           It wasn’t until he was home that he realized that Remus had texted the photo to himself, meaning that Sirius Black was currently in possession of Remus Lupin’s mobile number. After a short freak out and a cup of tea, Sirius decided to text him.

           Sirius: Was sending the picture to yourself just a ploy to give me your number?

           Remus: I can neither confirm or deny any knowledge of what you’re referring to.

           Sirius: Smooth. Very Smooth.

           Remus: Got you to text me, didn’t I?

           Sirius: But why would you want me to?

           Remus: Hmm let me think.

           Sirius: Well?

           Remus: Still thinking.

           Sirius: You’re the worst.

           Remus: Oh right, I remember. I thought we could start an “our parents are terrible at naming children” club.

           Sirius: I already have a club like that with my brother Regulus.

           Remus: Ouch.

           Sirius: You can join if you want though. We meet the third Thursday of every month. Wear comfortable clothing. There’s a lot of hugging involved.

           Remus: Lol

           Sirius: My friend James is going to flip when I tell him I have your number.

           Remus: Why’s that?

           Sirius: He’s a massive fan.

           Remus: He’s a Doe-Nut, isn’t he?

           Sirius: Oh yeah. Loves Evans with every fibre of his being.

           Remus: He’s not alone in that.

           Sirius: He’s currently in his room sobbing over the fact that he was inches away from her.

           Remus: Hold on. Is he the fan that keeps tweeting at her? @Prongs or something like that?

           Sirius: Yeah.

           Remus: Oh shit. I don’t think Lily realized who he was. I’ll have to tell her.

           Sirius: He’ll be heartbroken.

           Remus: Why? She thought he was hot.

           Sirius: Oh god, really?

           Remus: Yup. Maybe we could all meet up?

           Sirius: I’m sure James will be thrilled.

           Remus: And how would you feel?

           Sirius: Something akin to thrilled as well.

           Remus: Ecstatic?

           Sirius: Please don’t go through the whole Thesaurus.

           Remus: Fine. My friend Peter owns a café. Wormtail’s. Have you heard of it.

           Sirius: Yeah. What time?

           Remus: Tomorrow around noon?

           Sirius: James and I will be there.

           Remus: Great!!

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           James was a mess by the time they got to Wormtail’s. He was nervously sweating and he couldn’t stop tugging on the collar of his shirt. Sirius almost felt like he might have to give James a time out just to get him to settle. It was ridiculous for a man of twenty to be so worried about meeting a girl.

           When they finally got to the café, Lily and Remus were already seated in a table in the corner. Sirius didn’t trust James on his own, so they stayed together as they ordered their drinks. By the time they sat down, James looked like he was going to be sick. Sirius smiled at Remus and they immediately struck up a conversation about music. Lily joined in the conversation after a while but James just sat there like an idiot, looking adoringly over at Evans. When he did finally start speaking, he said the most embarrassing things imaginable. Luckily, Evans seemed to just laugh off his idiocy. She was probably used to it by now.

           As the four of them left the café, Sirius hung back and let Lily and James go ahead of them. Remus seemed to get the hint and stayed behind with him. “You know, it’s difficult to meet people now,” Remus told him as they walked together, their fingertips brushing against each other. “People don’t like you so much as the idea of you. That or they don’t realize what it’s really like being around someone that gets recognized.”

           “I can imagine,” Sirius said sympathetically. “It must be tough. “

           “So, what do you think?” Remus asked, glancing over at Sirius and biting his bottom lip nervously.

           “What do you mean?” Sirius asked, his heartbeat racing as he tried to not get his hopes up.

           “I mean you’re smart, funny, extremely gorgeous and you also know a lot about music,” Remus told him, taking his hand. “And if I didn’t ask you out, I would be kicking myself for the rest of my life.”

           “That sounds painful,” Sirius joked, feeling his face heat up.

           “But could you handle all the shite that goes with being with me?” Remus asked, sighing softly.

           “Don’t let the stunning good looks fool you, I’m tough as fuck,” Sirius said, winking at Remus.

           Remus raised an eyebrow. “Is that a yes then?” he inquired, stopping walking and turning to face Sirius.

           “That’s a hell yes,” Sirius said, leaning up and capturing Remus’ lips. Remus immediately pressed in close and wrapped his arms around Sirius’ waist. And it was there, in the middle of the afternoon, on a crowded London street, that Sirius Black snogged Rock God Remus Lupin. Their pictures were taken and plastered all over the internet, but neither had any intention of stopping.

katherine-blower  asked:

Hi there I love your art style! I'm currently an illustration student and was wondering how do you promote yourself as an artist and get work etc? I would really appreciate any advice or tips you have for me going into art as a profession. Kind regards Katherine

Hello and thank you!

This is a tricky question because promotion works differently for different artists and areas of focus, but I’ll try my best to describe what my experience has been.

So far, the promotion I have done has involved staying active on my various online presences such as my website, tumblr, twitter, facebook, behance, etc. Updating these and providing a generally steady flow of work has been really helpful in getting noticed and featured by illustration websites- which has in turn gotten some clients to see my work. If you make work that is authentic and you enjoy making, people will hopefully notice. Oddly I got one of my first book cover jobs when an art director saw some pokemon fanart I had made!

My past teacher and fellow illustrator Kali Ciesemier has compared getting work in illustration to a snowball effect. Getting a bit of exposure and a couple of jobs can create a cycle where you are creating work and getting noticed for it which hopefully leads to more work!

Another more exciting aspect of promotion has been getting involved in group projects such as the recent 1001 Knights anthology, Ladies of Literature Vol. 2 zine, and several gallery shows organized by Light Grey Art Lab. This is a great way to meet other artists and reach new audiences. Plus it’s just fun and really inspiring to see what others are creating and where your work fits into a greater context.

I’ve also gone to events like SPX and MoCCA where I’ve met the artists I’ve worked with and looked up to. In the past I’ve handed out physical postcards and zines at events like these or made trades. More than any other form of exposure, I think the connections you have and continue to make with other artists can be your strongest ally because you never know when someone you’ve met will remember you and pass your name along. 

So work hard, put yourself out there, and have a positive attitude - something great is bound to happen!