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This is an important point guys. I see some reverts say “Insha'Allah” when making dua. Here is what Prophet (salallahu alayhi wa sallam) teaches us:

The Prophet [salallahu alayhi wa salam] said: “Let not any one of you say, ‘O Allah, forgive me if You will, O Allah, have mercy on me if You will.’ Let him be resolute in the matter, whilst knowing that no one can compel Allah to do anything.” [ Bukhari and Muslim]

The 3 Elements of a FLAWED Character

You know that moment when you find an old notebook, and you start reading the story you were writing years ago, and after about one page…  

And then after a few more paragraphs … 

This has happened to me several times. On every occasion I want to curl up in a small box and wait until everyone forgets I was ever a writer. And every time, no matter which old story it is, what sends me crawling into that box is the same thing: the main character. Even after I had learned to incorporate empathetic qualities into my heroes (as listed in the last post), my protagonists were still deeply annoying – if not more unbearable than before. 

Why? What made them this way? They had winningly empathetic traits! Were they terrible people still? No, and that was the problem. They were perfect. Smart. Noble. Brave. They had dazzling martial arts skills. They loved people and people loved them. They were Chosen in some way and destined for greatness. Angst-plagued though, of course. They were tragic little heroes, misunderstood and abused, driven by the desire to vanquish all who caused them suffering.  

I could’ve composed a Gaston-like song enumerating their virtues and sorrows. 

And the only thing that would’ve made them more punchable is if they did use antlers in all of their decorating.

Characters can’t be completely likable. Yes, they must possess strengths that win the reader’s empathy, but without an equal amount of flaws … they can’t function. If they’re not flawed, they shouldn’t be the main character. Story is about someone changing, for better or worse. Under the surface, all good stories are about this process of human growth or decline. So if a hero is perfect from the beginning, there’s nowhere they need to go. And consequently, there’s no reason for a reader to follow. 

The inclination to follow a story is begun with interest in the premise, of course – but it is locked in when empathy occurs, when we begin to care – the moment the reader transposes their own external and internal lives onto a character’s life. A process which starts when a reader recognizes a shared something between themselves and the hero. Sometimes, this is a goal or strength or situation. And sometimes, it’s a flaw. We meet a character that is weak in the same way we are, and a strong internal connection is born between the reader’s life and the life on the page. On a deep level we’re thinking “This person is like me. What happens to them? How do they deal with it?” And because of this connection based on what is lacking in our lives, we want to live the story, see how it ends, and find out how the main character – who is just like us – reached that ending. Because it’s our lives we’re reading about, and if we play it out in advance, maybe we can reach a positive ending too. 

So! In what way should a main character be FLAWED? 

1) Weak in a way that only hurts themselves. 

Let’s call these MIND.

2) Flawed in a way that hurts others. 

Let’s call these MORAL.

The most realistic – and most compelling – characters have both types.  

And if a character has these flaws, the story must be steering them towards what they NEED to overcome them. The main character needs to learn something, a truth, a new way to live. This is the theme of the story. Theme is a statement the story seeks to prove, to the main character and the reader, about how to live a better life. It’s the solution to whatever moral and mental conundrum they’re facing. So … 

3) The SOLUTION to their moral and mental weaknesses. 

How does that work? To illustrate, let’s look at Stitch and Alexander Hamilton. (What a combination.) 

STITCH

Moral: He’s destructive. Violent. Rude. Vindictive.  Manipulative. Enjoys the suffering of his enemies.

 And in general, pushes everyone and everything away.  

Mind: Despite his violent ways, he yearns to belong, and senses that he can’t.

He believes he’s alone, he’s unlovable, he’s monstrous, he’s never had a family and never will – he’s lost, like the Ugly Duckling. He’s missing a family he’s never had.  

Solution: He just needs to start treating people like family to be accepted into one. 

HAMILTON

Moral: He’s selfish. (“Be careful with that one love, he will do what it takes to survive.”) He’s arrogant. He’s self-centered. (Think of the entirety of Burn.) And in his obsessive journey to succeed, he pushes everyone out of his path.  

Mind: He has a fixation on death, on time running out, which drives his manic desire to achieve. (“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.) He’s insecure. ("Graduate in two and join the revolution. He looked at me like I was stupid. I’m not stupid.”) 

Solution: Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story? Eliza tells his story. Hamilton’s goal throughout the story is a legacy; he strives to achieve this immortality in any way possible, even if it means neglecting his loved ones, or even ruining their lives. He needs to learn that his loved ones are enough. Eliza is enough. And through her, he will live on. 

What would have happened if they weren’t flawed? The stories would have been boring. What would have happened if their flaws had been treated like attributes that didn’t have to change? The stories would have ceased to be. Progress couldn’t happen, because by accepting the status quo of their mental and moral states, we’re refusing the call to adventure outright. They’d just exist in the same state they were in the setup, stagnant, somewhat lifeless. Flawed characters must motor towards that NEED, or solution, that will save their lives. 

(I realize this “need” element is rather vague, so it’ll get its own post.)  

But in conclusion, this balance of strengths and flaws – and how this fictional person deals with the adventure they’re thrown into – is what makes a main character compelling, empathetic, and real. 

So when I unearth a notebook years in the future, containing one of stories I’m writing now, maybe the main character won’t make me feel like this:

Maybe it’ll even be like this: 

And best of all, maybe one of those characters will make a reader somewhere feel understood and helped and not alone. Wow. That would be amazing.

Well, there’s my writing motivation for today. I’m going to go make my main character more of a lovable jerk.

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Sketchy Behavior | Hellen Jo 

Never afraid to speak and/or draw her mind, Los Angeles based artist and illustrator, Hellen Jo and her characters can be described as rough, vulgar, tough, jaded, powerful, bratty and bad-ass - AKA her own brand of femininity. Known for her comic Jin & Jam, and her work as an illustrator and storyboard artist for shows such as Steven Universe and Regular Show, Hellen’s rebellious, and sometimes grotesque artwork and illustrations are redefining Asian American women and women of color in comics. In fact, that’s why Hellen Jo was a must-interviewee for our latest Sketchy Behavior where we talk to her about her love of comics and zines, her antiheroines, and redefining what Asian American women identity is or can be; and what her ultimate dream project realized would be.  

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anonymous asked:

I just came across one of your posts on love where you mention pride and prejudice in the tags- do you have any more explicit thoughts on what makes it good as a love story? I love p&p and I'd love to hear what you think if you have time!

I don’t have time at all but I can’t resist an invitation to talk about Pride & Prejudice.

P&P has tropes & plot structures that have occured plenty of times in romance before and since–the “misogynist with a heart of gold” that is Fitzwilliam Darcy, the general woman-rejects-man-then-later-accepts-him arc–but I think that it succeeds where a lot of other things with similar narrative structures fail.

the thing about this setup is that provides ample opportunity to showcase love as a transformative force. and fiction with this setup succeeds or fails, imo, on the strength of its success or its failure to do that. a lot of things written in this vein, including modernized or AU-style adaptations of P&P or things that were probably heavily inspired by P&P, fail because there’s no character growth and no transformation. the woman realises that she was silly to reject the man for her silly reasons (which were actually probably very sound) but doesn’t really change in any material way–the man is there to graciously accept her change of heart, but doesn’t change in any material way either. this, incidentally, is why I can’t get behind North & South in the way that I can Pride & Prejudice.

the appeal of Pride & Prejudice for me–and, presumably, the appeal of P&P to a lot of women who are into men, lmao–is that Darcy actually changes throughout the course of the book due to Elizabeth’s influence. we see this, of course, during the scene at Pemberley with the Gardiners, when he behaves w/ actual civility (in ways that are probably familiar to you and don’t need to be dwelled on), and Elizabeth is all,

Why is he so altered? From what can it proceed? It cannot be for me—it cannot be for my sake that his manners are thus softened. My reproofs at Hunsford could not work such a change as this. It is impossible that he should still love me.

but. okay. so what. anyone can change their behaviour for another person, anyone can act the way that they think they have to act to get the girl, so what? the real crux of this imo, and what makes it really compelling to me, is that I don’t think he changed for Elizabeth. because of her, yes, by his own admission, but from the time between her rejection and her arrival at Pemberley, I don’t think he ever thought that he was going to see her again. or at any rate I don’t think he planned to reform (or appear to reform) for the sole purpose of getting her to say yes to him. after she rejected him, he spent a lot of time, on his own, thinking about what she had said and looking back over his own behaviour:

The recollection of what I then said, of my conduct, my manners, my expressions during the whole of it, is now, and has been many months, inexpressibly painful to me. Your reproof, so well applied, I shall never forget: ‘had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner.’ Those were your words. You know not, you can scarcely conceive, how they have tortured me;—though it was some time, I confess, before I was reasonable enough to allow their justice.

so he realises, over a long stretch of time, that he was disrespecting Elizabeth, failing to pay attention to her actual feelings (during the proposal scene and before), and expecting his status to be sufficient in securing her acceptance. he realises this by reflecting on himself, at his own impetus, at some distance from Elizabeth, not expecting her to guide him through the process of becoming a better person, not expecting her to automatically love him at the end of this process. he examines himself, not because he’s being guided every step of the way by a Selfless Female Figure, and not because he expects reward, but because it’s the right thing to do. and I think that his behaviour and mindset would have changed even if he never saw Elizabeth again, even if she had said no to him again when he proposed for the second time. (which was a greatly improved proposal, btw–“one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever”? a vast improvement over launching into a proposal without noting the “cold civility” of Elizabeth’s manner. “you are too generous to trifle with me”? a far superior knowledge of her character to thinking that her refuseal was solely due to her “pride [being] hurt by my honest confession of the scruples that had long prevented my forming any serious design”.)

I can’t resist quoting this entire speech as an illustration of my point:

Painful recollections will intrude which cannot, which ought not, to be repelled. I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle. As a child I was taught what was right, but I was not taught to correct my temper. I was given good principles, but left to follow them in pride and conceit. Unfortunately an only son (for many years an only child), I was spoilt by my parents, who, though good themselves (my father, particularly, all that was benevolent and amiable), allowed, encouraged, almost taught me to be selfish and overbearing; to care for none beyond my own family circle; to think meanly of all the rest of the world; to wish at least to think meanly of their sense and worth compared with my own. Such I was, from eight to eight and twenty; and such I might still have been but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth! What do I not owe you! You taught me a lesson, hard indeed at first, but most advantageous. By you, I was properly humbled. I came to you without a doubt of my reception. You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased. (emphasis mine)

my only quibble with this is that I would have wished this apology to occur before Elizabeth’s acceptance, but oh well.

of course, Elizabeth changes as a result of all of this too, and that’s part of the point of the book (Darcy’s is the Pride, but hers is the Prejudice). after she realises that she was wrong about Wickham:

She grew absolutely ashamed of herself. Of neither Darcy nor Wickham could she think without feeling she had been blind, partial, prejudiced, absurd.

“How despicably I have acted!” she cried; “I, who have prided myself on my discernment! I, who have valued myself on my abilities! who have often disdained the generous candour of my sister, and gratified my vanity in useless or blameable mistrust! How humiliating is this discovery! Yet, how just a humiliation! Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind! But vanity, not love, has been my folly. Pleased with the preference of one, and offended by the neglect of the other, on the very beginning of our acquaintance, I have courted prepossession and ignorance, and driven reason away, where either were concerned. Till this moment I never knew myself.”

similarly, she attends to her shortcomings without outside guidance, and she doesn’t change for anyone in particular. this is important to talk about when discussing how P&P showcases the possibility of transformation, and the transformative power of love. of course, she doesn’t love Darcy at this point, and I’d argue that Darcy didn’t love her at the time of his first proposal either (he was perhaps passionate or infatuated, but real love involves respect for someone and a knowledge of them, and Darcy had neither). what’s really compelling about this for me, what really makes me care, god help me, about this straight white British couple, is that they don’t just go on loving each other w/o changing, they don’t even change because of their love for each other, but they arrive at loving each other through the ways in which they change because of their experiences with each other. and I think that this novel gets at, in a way that a lot of fiction based in the same general premise fails to get at, the concept of love as action, love as respect and mutuality, love as process, and love as transformation.

what’s interesting about this whole fat taako vs skinny taako thing is that i initially drew taako skinny bc i hadn’t listened to all of the episodes out at the time and i figured he was described as skinny at some point, since everyone seemed to draw him really skinny

the closest we got was “slight” when compared to mr. brick shithouse magnus, and that’s such a vague description that it can hardly be used as an indicator of weight, and when i finished all of the episodes it really hit me that i didn’t need to make him skinny. i could make him my weight, or even bigger, and it would still be appropriate bc his weight was never really described.

isn’t it really fucked up that i thought he was only ever supposed to be interpreted as skinny because everyone else drew him that way? isn’t it fucked up that fat characters can never be protagonists, without being reduced to a joke, shoved to the side or transforming into a simplified and less compelling version of what they used to be? isn’t it fucked up that someone hears a character described as “ethereally beautiful” and immediately thinks they’re skinny?

Hugh and Bryan agree that Will can never be completely cleansed of his empathy because it’s part of what makes him so compelling as a character and part of his innate foundation; Hannibal could never turn Will into someone completely devoid of it and even if he tried it could never last for long [which makes me really happy because I also agree and it’s one of my favorite parts of their relationship. But anyway].

And double check this one but if I’m not wrong Bryan finished that off with “Hannibal will always have to fight for Will” *cue loud aww’s from the audience*

Your god can’t help you now

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*GIF not mine, but let’s take a moment to thank his parents please”

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Request: @yummyfanta

Hiya! Love your work as I’m completely obsessed with Vikings rn especially since the sons are in ;) May I request where reader is a saxon lady in Ecbert’s castle and she is engaged to maybe Alfred but she and Ivar become lovers while he is held prisoner? Maybe right at end Ivar comes back with his bros to claim back his woman? Thanks love :)

Yeah i know i just said i would change the plot and i probably will do, or you’ll get a new request if you wont to love! IM so sorry i messed up your request after you’ve been waiting for sooo long! :(( Anyhow im an indecisive little shit and decided to post it anyway. And don’t worry this will get a part two, because i simply loved the idea, but i wanted to wait until the last episode to make it more correct (if you guys can understand my bad explaining)! 

- And 1 last note for my fellow Hvitserk trashes out there, part 5 is right around the corner ;) i think

Warnings: The devil is working hard, but im working harder aka NSFW

Wordcount: 4.958 (and this is only part 1 omg)


I lifted the fork to my mouth, slipping the pice of meat of it. The tough consistency making it hard to chew it, so i let some of the sour wine aid me in swallowing it down. It was silent. Only the quiet steps of the servants and the harsh cutting from my husband-to-be. He was obnoxious, tense, always on guard now days - ever since the news of the pagans arrival. Myself had always thought the subject of these dangerously intriguing, hearing stories of their savage ways. The king had even told me stories about how they had several gods. But what i had liked most with them was how a woman was allowed such power. Such freedom. They where not enslaved and own by their men, something i’ve always dreamt of. 

But i wasn’t going to complain. I had more freedom than most women of my country had, thanks to my king - or my sister. Ever since she had gained the favor of king Ecbert, her life and mine had dramatically improved - but for how long?

The king was getting older each day and how knows how long it will be before my fiancee is crowned instead. And with his crowning as king, or freedom is sure to vanish once again. 

“Prince Aethelwulf! My prince!”

The loud outburst from one of is foot soldiers broke the silence, immediately catching my fiancee’s attention.

“What?” he answered impatiently. 

I felt myself growing more impatient by the second. With such hurry the shaken soldier had, it must be something important. 

“They’re here. The pagan king is here.”

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anonymous asked:

talk to me about the shadowhunters musical

AL FUCKING RIGHT

probably based on this post:

“if shadowhunters ever has a musical episode, alec has to be the character to somehow swerve all of the songs. He walks out of the room, gets away in the last second, just always manages to escape. And then when he thinks he made it…. in the very last scene….
he serenades magnus”

  • so the whole thing is prob a spell (either seelie or warlock)
  • which means magnus obv isnt affected
  • and when everyone’s like: fix this!! he’s like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ spell will stop once the day is over yall have to wait
  • the singing is caused by high emotions or sth and alec hears this and is like ‘nope’
  • so every time there’s some kind of indication that ppl might start singing, alec immediately runs out of the room
  • just hightails it outta there
  • fucks right off
  • jace either has a ‘bet on it’ number or a fun little thing with simon
  • izzy and clary sing about Friendship  (👀)
  • clary sings some angsty song about Finding Herself
  • maybe….val is affected too and we get a Villain Song
  • Luke sings the best fucking thing, the entire pack as background singers, there’s dancing, maia has a solo
  • meanwhile, during jace’s number most likely, alec is like lmao bye and makes his way to magnus’ (he thinks that the spell wont affect him there bc of the wards prob well think again buddy)
  • its night when alec arrives at the loft, he joins magnus at the balcony and they talk a bit and alec’s like ‘no emotion could compell me to sing tbh’
  • and magnus talks a bit more and then realises that alecs gone oddly quiet, he turns to him and alec is pressing a hand against his mouth and is looking Shooketh bc HE SHOULDVE KNOWN
  • the one emotion that could make him sing is loooooove~ 
  • and magnus is delighted and very dramatically says ‘do what u must, alexander’
  • and then alec suddenly starts singing,,,, A LOVE SONG
  • fyi its either ‘only us’ from dear evan hansen or ‘i see the light’ from tangled
  • and alec is looking so embarrassed but also really determined bc magnus deserves the world, so magnus just…decides to join in? bc he doesnt want alec to sing alone?
  • AND THEN ITS A LOVE DUET BC THEY INVENTED LOVE BYE
No String Attached: Pt. 2

Pairing: Kol x Reader (Ft. Rebekah & Freya)

Warnings: Used a lot of gifs because why not.

Word Count: 1994

PART ONE | PART THREE


(Two Weeks Later…)

This whole joyride and no strings attached thing with Kol has been fun. But, something has happened that you never planned on letting happen ever. You’ve been thinking about it for a few days now, allowing yourself enough time to put some thought into it that you surprisingly started gaining feelings for Kol. You don’t know how it happened, but it just did. 

Seeing couples do romantic things made a part of you wish you had something like that with Kol. Even when you were at the beach with him, you noticed a girl check out his perfect abs and that made you a little jealous. You couldn’t allow these feelings to stay with you any longer so you insisted on putting this to an end by having a talk with him about it today.

You texted him to meet you at the Mystic Grill and that’s exactly what he did.

You sat at a booth and scrolled through your iPhone to kill time. Once Kol arrived, he scanned around until he finally saw you and sat across from you. “What do I owe the pleasure, darling?”

You set your phone down on the table and rested your elbows on the table. “Well let me just get straight to the point. This thing we have going on. I have to put it to an end.”

“And why’s that? Not that I mind. But I’m curious.” Kol furrowed his brows.

“I kind of want to start dating again.” You couldn’t face telling him how you really feel because you wanted to spare yourself the pain of hearing him say he doesn’t feel the same. Plus, you know that in time, your feelings for him will start to fade. So, you came up with that lie.

Kol stifled a laugh. “Dating? Funny. Last I heard, you wanted to be single for a long while.”

“Correct. But I, I’ve changed my mind Kol.” You leaned back, crossing your arms.

“I suppose.” Kol uttered. “Well, it was quite fun while it lasted.”

(The following day…)

Today you, Kol, Rebekah and Freya made plans to go clubbing because why not. You brought a change of clothes and your makeup so that you can get ready with the girls at their place.

After finishing on your makeup, you go to the bathroom to change into your outfit for tonight. Walking out, Kol appears, making you jump from surprise. “Dammit Kol!” You punched him in the chest, but that didn’t phase him whatsoever because original vampire strength and all.

Kol let out a laugh. “Frightened much?” He gave you an elevator look as you were walking down the hall. “Hey hey!” He hurried to stop you.

“What?” You questioned him.

“What in the devil are you wearing?” He gave you a disgusted look, but you continued to walk back to the room that Rebekah and Freya are in.

“Um clubbing attire?” You looked at Rebekah, hoping she would back you up.

“More like slutty attire.” Kol blurted as he was walking around the room confidently. He wasn’t a fan of your outfit at all, but you didn’t care.

“Oh shut it, Kol.” Rebekah said half-aloud, shooting a stank eye at Kol, then gave you a wink.

“If it was Elijah that made a remark about my outfit, that makes sense. But Kol Mikaelson out of all people?” You stated while you sat on the edge of the bed to put on your heels.

“Seeing that you’re neither Elijah, nor her boyfriend. You can keep your mouth shut.” Freya added as she was putting on her lipstick.

“Whatever. No matter. I’ll be downstairs.” Kol snarled then went on his way.

“That was-” You said, then Freya finished for you. “Uncomfortable.”

“Just give Kol a blood bag and he’ll be back to being dandy.” Rebekah stated.

(15 minutes later…)

The four of you took a cab to the club so that you all can drink and have a good time.

Arriving there, the music was bumpin and it was pretty packed. But not to the point where people are shoulder to shoulder just yet.

Thankfully, Kol was in a better mood which made everyone feel at ease because nobody likes a Debbie downer.

The first thing that the four of you did was go to the bar and ordered a round of shots that Kol paid for.

“Alright. I’m ready for another!” You had a long week of work so you needed it. Plus, the thought of having to cut yourself off from having sex for a long while was a little saddening.

“I’ll pass on this one. I’m going to use the loo.” Kol said in a loud tone because of the loud music. Before going to the bathroom, he bent down to your ear. “Here’s my card.” Kol pulled his card out, handing it to you. “Order whatever you like.”

“Um okay? Are you sure?” You questioned Kol. What’s it to him right now? He must’ve felt bad for talking down on you about your outfit, so this could be his way of apologizing. Instead of Kol answering your question, he left to the bathroom.

“Y/N! Here! Here!” Freya nudged at your arm to get your attention, handing you your shot. Everything was happening so fast left and right.

“Cheers!” Rebekah shouted excitedly.

“To us!” You added as you raised your shot glass. The three of you tapped your glasses and chugged your shot, letting the dark liquor shoot down your throat. Afterwards, you all slammed the shot glasses on the bar counter.

“Come on. Let’s go dance guys.” Freya grabbed Rebekah’s hand, then reached hers out for you to grab hers but you declined.

“I’ll wait here for Kol to get back, then we’ll meet back up with you guys.”

Rebekah shrugged her shoulders, then her and Freya danced their way to the dance floor. Seeing how eager they were to have fun made you smile. You called for the bartender to order yourself a mixed drink with Kol’s card.

Your drink is in hand and all paid for. Kol finally arrives back from the bathroom. “Took you long enough. We’re you going number 2 or something?” You teased.

“You’re a funny one, aren’t you.” Kol grinned and  leaned over to sip out of the straw, chugging almost half of your drink. You look at him with wide eyes and he pulls back. “Ah.”

“That’s my favorite song!” You squealed, then grabbed Kol’s hand and rushed over to the dance floor to find his sisters so that you all can dance together.

The club got a little more packed compared to when you first arrived which made it even harder to find them. But to the hell with it. You didn’t want to miss out dancing to your favorite song, plus you were buzzing so you stuck with just Kol for now. He’s not a high maintenance person when it comes to a night out, so he was always down to do whatever.

You were feeling yourself as you were dancing to the song with Kol. He gazed at you, but you were too caught up in the moment to notice. Then, as you were swaying your hips to the rhythm, he thought it was appropriate to brush his hands along your waist. 

You were puzzled as to why Kol was getting all touchy-feely since you just recently had a talk with him about not messing around anymore. Maybe the alcohol was getting to him, but you couldn’t help by allow him to. And god damn, the alcohol was definitely getting to you though because you were so tempted to lock lips with him.

Your arms were now sloppily around his neck as the two of you danced together, faces also started getting closer, but once the song changed, you quickly snapped out of it. That’s also when you finally spotted Rebekah and Freya. You can see their heads peaking up trying to look for you and Kol. “Hey!” You called out. Thankfully you caught their attention and they scurried over.

“Oh thank heavens. We were looking for you two!” Rebekah blurted. It was obvious she was a little drunk. Same with Freya, because you could see a drunk looking smirk on her face. All you could think about right now is how annoyed Klaus is going to be when Rebekah and Freya’s drunkasses make a ruckus at home, which is quite hilarious actually.

“Same, sister.” Kol smiled as he shook his head at his drunk sisters.

You were already feeling good and figured you deserved another drink. “I’ll be back guys. I’m gonna go buy a drink.” You said.

“Let me go with you!” Freya started walking towards the bar, but you stopped her before she could pass you.

“Um I don’t think so.” You laughed at how she couldn’t even walk a straight line. “I think you’ve had enough, Freya.” You definitely get your tolerance from your dad because you’re not even close to being drunk yet. She didn’t take it personal, so she stayed behind with her siblings.

The bar area was pretty packed now, so you waited your turn for the bartender to ask for your drink. While you’re waiting, you can see a man just a few feet from you shooting you a look from the corner of your eye. He couldn’t have been more discreet about it. “Hey beautiful.” He said to you, revealing a grin.

“Oh hey there.” You responded with a sweet smile. The stranger definitely was good looking, you couldn’t lie to yourself about that.

“I’m Darrell. What’s your name?” He puts his hand out to shake yours.

“Y/N.” You shook Darrell’s hand.

“How about I buy you a drink Y/N.”

“Uh sure. Thanks.” No harm, no foul. It’s not like you’re planning on going home with the guy. So if you wanted to flirt, you’re going to flirt. Plus, you even noticed a couple of girls here and there check out Kol.

You and Darrell we’re only having small talk, but right before he hands you the drink he bought you, Kol comes from out of the blue. “That won’t be necessary.”

You grimaced. “Kol, what are you-” 

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you have a boyfriend.” Darrell apologizes.

You let out a fake laugh. “I don’t actually.”

“Tell me, who is this wanker?” Kol mean mugs the hell out of Darrell, making him feel extremely awkward.

“Here. Just take it. It’s no problem.” Darrell attempts to hand you your drink, but Kol blocks the way with his body, standing right between you two.

“Why don’t you sod off.” Kol said, compelling him. Darrell willingly walked away, leaving with both drinks.

“What the hell was that?” You grabbed Kol’s forearm to turn his view to you.

“It’s best you don’t know.” Kol responded without looking you in the eye while he walked towards the front door instead of to his sisters. They were too caught up in dancing they didn’t seem to care where their brother decided to wander off to.

“Is he like a vampire or something, buying me a drink in an attempt to kidnap me?” You scowled at Kol and of course, he ignored you. He even walked out the door without holding it open for you. 

Once you reached outside, he was no where in sight. You figured he vampire sped to get away from you. Very mature. 

Kol owes you answers for basically ruining your night because you weren’t even able to dance the night away with Rebekah and Freya like you planned in your head.

Your mind was telling you to go back inside and let him be so that you can have fun, but you know it’ll just end up consuming you throughout the night. So instead, you called a cab to take you back to the Mikaelson compound, where you know Kol left off to.


TAGS: @noisyinfluencerstrawberry @mikealsonlover @belalugosisdead @allison-rosewood-maximoff @lauren-novak @i-just-feel-gr3at

Every door has a story which unlocks so much more than just memories. 

This was the first place I specifically looked for after having been told an amazing story of the heritage, history and ancestry of the original owners and their meanderings. Actually this place is one half of a story, as the house in front of it is intimately tied to No. 7 and its previous owners. 

I carry this story with me, unsure of what I am to do or make of this privileged information, yet certain that I must ‘use’ it in some way. I fantasize of compiling a number of ‘door stories’ which provide snap shots into the lives lived behind doors. I am so intrigued and curious about the people inside, or those who have abandoned their homes, or even those who never even lived in them, that I feel compelled to gather them in some way. 

If you have a story to tell, I am an eager to listen…. and I promise to cherish your story and to turn it into something as memorable as the narrative I would have been told. 

LG

Mellieha, Malta 

anonymous asked:

I feel like you're the only person I actually trust with characters these days- so how do you think the new DuckTales show should handle Gladstone?

Woah that’s a big compliment, also a big question! I’m sure I’ll be happy with what happens (I mean shucks I’m just glad it is happening), and besides I am just me I’m no writing expert. Having said that there are some hit/miss things I feel could easily happen with Gladstone, so I guess here’s my perspective;

Best case scenario: Accepting and embracing Gladstone as morally grey and using the benefits of a ‘wild card’ character. Now, it’s to be noted that I’m not expecting any character development or exploration for him, at least not in the first season. This show is probably going to be introducing him as a brand new character, as a lot of people (in the USA at least) have never heard of him, so most likely he’ll be introduced and set up simply as a rival to Donald. So far so good and fair enough, but what I’d love to see is the show taking advantage of this rare gift of an unusual character who is a power of self-interest. Gladstone can swing to either side of the good/bad spectrum depending on circumstances, but ultimately wouldn’t do anything to seriously jeopardise his family, or anyone else for that matter. There’s also the joy that ‘fairness’ plays into what happens to him and Donald; when Donald cheats, Gladstone wins outright. When Donald is honest and works hard, even if Gladstone wins the race or wins the prize, there is something that happens to makes it clear Donald actually came out a lot better than Gladstone did. Ideally, for me, the show would gradually lead to indications that Gladstone is a deeply isolated character; not simply because it makes sense psychologically, but because narratively it’s a very compelling source of story material, and gives his personality a great deal of intrigue. Whether they play it that Gladstone is aware of this loneliness or not doesn’t matter, but removing that aspect of melancholy from him reduces him to a very two-dimensional character, and not in the cartoon sense.

Worst case scenario: Pushing Gladstone into the vapid, annoying, just-plain-unlikeable antagonist corner. Similarly, making him too much like Glomgold- Glomgold fits well into the ‘evil twin’ stereotype and doesn’t much care if Scrooge and his nephews suffer (or even die, in some stories). Glomgold will do anything to win, whereas Gladstone certainly likes to win, but wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt Donald to do so (he’s too lazy, for one). They are opposites; Donald is unlucky, wildly passionate, and will work very hard if he has to, whereas Gladstone is lucky, aloof, and avoids work where-ever possible. He’s not a bad guy, he’s simply not a particularly good guy either; the ultimate chaotic neutral. My fear is that this subtlety could be run over in favour of just making him into an evil ‘anti-Donald’, which would feel lazy and destroy his appeal even as an antagonist. All the ‘bad guys’ in the Duckverse have some redeeming quality, some extra angle that makes you love them- you kind of want the Beagle Boys to get into the Money Bin, because they try so hard, and they’re adorable! You want to see Magica De Spell get hold of that dime, because she’s exciting, outrageous, and the stakes are so high! All I wish for is that Gladstone not simply be ‘the person that you hate because he’s an ass’- because then people won’t even love to hate him, it’ll just be a knee-jerk reaction of ‘oh god not this guy again’ whenever he shows up, which isn’t enjoyable on any level. We need to want to see Gladstone’s hilariously absurd luck- we need to want to see him fail because he hasn’t earned the right to win- and most of all we need to want to see him do the right thing, because as unusual as it is we know it’s possible- and that makes it infinitely rewarding when it happens.

(Tiny personal fear which is petty as hell: An annoying voice. Please, god, he’s supposed to be attractive and is canonically good at singing don’t give him an annoying voice. Make him brassy and brash sure but please...)

No Use Being Upset Over Them Part 2

Characters: The Mikaelson’s and Reader

Warnings: No humanity! Reader, threats, temporary death, anger, and I think that is it!

Kol was in a rage. You were gone, not just physically, but emotionally too. You weren’t you and that thought consumed Kol at every moment. He could think of nothing else.

“Kol, moping isn’t going to help find Y/N,” Elijah commented barely looking up from his paper. That was the last straw for Kol. All week he’d kept himself in control and not once lashed out at the source of the problem, but now that control was gone.

“DO NOT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” Kol exploded pinning his brother to the wall by his neck, his vampire face making an appearance.

“Kol! Let him go!” Hayley exclaimed as she and the rest of the family made their way into the room in order to find the source of all the noise.

“Maybe I should, and after I do that I can rip your throat out!” Kol snarled at Hayley.

“As fun as that sounds, I do believe that wouldn’t be worth the trouble Kol,” you spoke up from the entrance of the compound.

“Y/N?” Rebekah asked in shock. You sort of seemed like you, but…you were missing…you.

“You’ll catch flies if you keep your mouth open like that Beks,” you chuckled. Kol had forgotten all about Elijah and was now eyeing you.

“You still…you haven’t turned it on have you?” Kol sighed.

“Why should I? There’s no reason for me to suffer just so others can be happy.”

“Darling, please. You need your humanity.”

“I said no Kol. It’s not like I’m killing people.”

“You haven’t killed anyone?” Klaus asked, astonishment evident in his voice.

“No, I just stopped by to pick up a bag and I did that so I’ll be on my way,” you explained and turned to leave only to find Klaus standing in front of you.

“As much as I would like to just let you leave, I can’t love.”

“Why not? Nothing I’m doing is harmful to any of you,” you pointed out.

“You’re wrong. Now, can we do this the easy way or are you going to make things difficult?” Klaus questioned.

“How do you know that I didn’t anticipate this and cover for myself?”

“What are you talking about?” Kol asked.

“I’ve discovered that Cami can’t be compelled, but she has plenty of friends that can.”

“What did you do?” Klaus growled his face starting to change.

“Nik, don’t! Y/N’s probably bluffing, even without humanity, reason still exists!” Rebekah explained.

“What’s your point?” Klaus demanded, stopping you when you tried to leave.

“Y/N is well aware that doing anything to hurt Camille would be quite the mistake,” Elijah spoke this time.

“I’m going to call Camille and if there is anything wrong, you are going to fix it,” Klaus growled before speeding off to make his phone call.

“Please tell me that you were not stupid enough to actually compel someone close to her,” Elijah sighed.

“That would just be great for you wouldn’t it?” You hummed.

“Actually, it would be rather bothersome.”

“Too bad I don’t care,” you muttered looking at your nails.

“Turns out Y/N was telling the truth!” Klaus exclaimed walking back into the room.

“What did they do?” Hayley asked as everyone else was to stunned to talk.

“Nothing even slightly harmful right Klaus?” you replied.

“Be that as it may, I cannot have you running around in this condition.”

“You can’t stop me. Try it and we’ll see how fast the bodies start piling up,” you threatened.

“Oh, I can stop you,” Klaus smirked before speeding in front of you and snapping your neck.

A/N: Here  is part two! Enjoy!

Abby’s 20 Birthday Celebration

by far the greatest moments of my entire life!!! 

My best friends, my sisters, my lifelines 

@bellarketm: Babes can you believe that we’ve officially been friends for more than 2 years already? It’s weird to think that it’s only been that short of a time. It literately feels like I’ve known you my entire life. You’re in high school now so you aren’t on here as much but you’re still my little sister and I love you dearly 

@blyedeeks sometimes you meet someone and they fill a missing piece in your life, Cams, for me that is you! You are by far the most positive kindest person on here and I can’t believe that I only met you almost exactly a year ago. You are literally my soul twin and I love how relentless you are in spreading joy. You are also so so talented and smart and I literally can’t imagine this year without you by my side. I literally feel like something is wrong if I don’t talk to you once a day. 

@abazethe100 my partner in podcasting, my brain twin, my dear dear Anna. We complete each other in all the best ways and I’m so glad I reached out to talk to you about Odyssey parallels. We’ve come so far from that first talk and I adore how you build me up when I am down, you are by far one of the smartest people I know

@rosymamacita you’re kinda like my tumblr mom Rosy. I feel like I can go to you for anything and you’d be there to help me and calm me down. I love how smart you are how you don’t take anyone’s bullshit and most of all you have such a giant heart. 

@everybodyknows-everybodydies my soulmate, god I’m so jealous you get to go back to the place where we began but I’m so utterly proud of the person I’ve seen you becoming over the past year. You are so talented, so talented and you are so tiny and cute that sometimes I can’t believe how much passion you have in your body. I love you so so much

@thesnowyswan Rae, my gorgeous darling, shakespeare loving, essay saving badass. You have strengthened me in so many ways and thank you for ruining my life and introducing me to lucifer

@goodqueenalys Mere is literally a goddess among mortals, her take no shit attitude is inspiring, her love and dedication to her friends is incredible. I never could have imagined that when I sent you that ask I would make a friend who always believed in me and has my back. 

@marauders-groupie there are not enough words in the english language to describe just how incredible Lana is. She is incredibly brave, supremely dedicated and just an all around badass. She is the most talented but she also the most kind and I’m so glad we became friends 

the babe squad

@bellarkestrut (Karly you are literally everything to me) @lydias-martin (Gi, you are so kind and talented and I’m so lucky that SBB brought us together) @wellamyblake (MJ you are an utter badass, unfairly funny and so incredible) @wellsjahasghost (Jadey, my love. she is the most talented and it’s unfair that she’s so fantastic, it leaves the rest of us to shame) @hiddenpolkadots (Nai is simply hilarious, and her words leave me speechless on a regular basis) @cupcakeblake (Cam is so talented and positive and she gives off so much light) @bellarke-stydia (Nik, I can’t thank BCRev enough for bringing us together, you always light up my day just by existing) @thelovelylights (Jen is so fierce and brilliant and so so incredibly beautiful, she’s one of the greatest people I know and doing those ATLA watches was so fun) @junebugninja (Amanda is literally the goddess of kindness, no other person in the universe holds as much heart as she does) @stilesprefers-screamers (SYD!!!! My precious bean who has so much talent and so much strength and I just love her a lot) @sherlockvowsontheriverstyx (Tate is the greatest, her snapchats give me so much joy and she is just so cute) @mego42 (Meg is infinitely better than chocolate at cheering me up, she’s also incredibly smart) @hisstericallypawesomesleepurr (Jenn is so talented and badass and unapologetic and amazing and I just I’m in awe of her gifsets every time I see them @jontyaxefive (Rory is the best, I’m so so grateful she exists and is so smart and kind and I can’t wait to see you again) @raincityruckus (oh my god Kayla is the kindest most honest bravest person ever, she’s a gem among the rocks) @bellamysprincessa (KATIE, MY POLY RANGER HEADCANONING LOVE OF MY LIFE, I’m so so glad that we meet through BCWC and that we are constantly going back and forth headcanoning all kinds of fics) 


BCFamCaravan aka the people who blow up my phone on a daily basis and whom I love more than I love bellarke

@bellamyblakesprotectionsquad2k17 (april is such a badass and so smart) @iam-dollparts (Nikki makes me laugh so hard all the time) @forgivenessishardforus (Sam is giant goddess of pure sunshine) @ginalou16 (Gina is an angel) @allisoneuph (Allison is one of the strongest people I’ve ever met) @hehmionee (Alyssa is the most fantastic) and I know I’m missing a few of you but rest assured I love you all with all my heart

BCWC aka my girls, my loves, the ones who always have my back, the ones I feel comfortable sharing any and all unpopular opinions with and the ones whose conversations sustain me 

@singinglikeapenguin @stardustrebelprincess @missemarissa @bellohmyblake  @molliiholmes @harpermcintyre and so many more of you that I adore but I’m awful with urls 

the writers, the ones who send me into a fangirling fest almost as great as the ones I have when my otp kisses for the first time, the one who leave me speechless and envious and inspired in equal measure

@deadcatwithaflamethrower (her world building is fantastic, her writing is glorious and if you are a star wars fan go read her fic now and come die with me) @so-caffeinated/ @dust2dust34 (the verse these two have written, FICON is compelling and awe-inspiring and a great counterpart to when Arrow both is fantastic and when it lets you down) @ink-splotch (I was lucky enough to meet her at SVCC last year and she is just as amazing in person as you think she’d be, her What if verses are absolutely killer) @rongasm (the absolute pinnacle of Stydia fic for me, like I said in a review of one of her fics, she draws you in with absolutely glorious characterization and then makes you cry like a baby for hours so it takes a while to read her fics because I just can’t stop screaming and her Rainflower fic with @redstringbanshee is absolutely killer and beautiful) @missemarissa (some of the best hottest and brilliant smut that I’ve ever read, so informative and careful yet so hot) @caramelkru (Mel’s fic are so funny and in character and I just love everything she writes) @ajrchaosrising (her fics are on hiatus right now but for real some of the greatest bellarke fics I’ve read belong to her) 

Others whom I adore and have made this year one of the best ones ever

@sassamyblake @bellamys-griffin @bellamysfern @prosciuttoe @saltymonty @nataliecrown @deadshotbellamy @ravenreyess @morleybell @ravenbellclarke @queensusan @kindclaws @zoemonroe @bellsgirl @asexual-mechanic @swanhookheart @llysandra @lukesaysbreathe @scottmcblake @rashaka @brayvenlarke @grumpybell @rhysand @bellamypotter @asweetdeception @clxrkblake @katefullergecko @rememberiloveyou @readymachine @grounderbellamy @apirateslifeforsmee @sanabakkosh @warriorsaralance @xyouss @turtlejustice @jbuffyangel @spacexualkids @anabthchse @allisonaergents @rhysandly @chancellor-reyes

and to all that have read my fics or reblogged my poetry, I cannot thank you enough for giving me the courage to be brave and share my work. 


I love all of you so so much!!!!!!!!