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Please, let him be soft. 

I know you made him 
     with gunmetal bones
     and wolf’s teeth.
I know you made him to be
     a warrior
     a soldier
     a hero.

But even gunmetal can warp
and even wolf’s teeth can dull
and I do not want to see him break
the way old and worn and overused things do.

I do not want to see him go up in flames
     the way all heroes end up martyrs.

I know that you will tell me 
that the world needs him.
The world needs his heart
     and his faith
     and his courage
     and his strength
     and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his–
The world needs anything he will give them.

Damn the world,
     and damn you too.
Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him,
     damn anyone that ever took anything from him,
           damn anyone that ever prayed to his name.
You know that he will give them everything
     until there is nothing left of him
         but the imprint of dust
              where his feet once trod.
You know that he will bear the world like Atlas
    until his shoulders collapse
         and his knees buckle
              and he is crushed by all he used to carry. 

Dear God, 
you have already made an Atlas.
You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules. 
You have already made a sacrificial lamb of your Son.
You have already made so many heroes,
and you can make another again. 
You can have your pick of heroes. 

So please, I beg you–
he is all that I have, 
and you have so many heroes
and the world has so many more. 
Let him be soft, 
and let him be mine.

—  Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )
NaNoWriMo Prep: How to Write 2000 Words a Day

Originally posted by byaseashore

Two thousand is a big number. Sitting down to write 2000 words can be extremely intimidating, so the first thing you should do is make that number friendlier.

Write 500 words in 4 writing sessions.  

Chop up that big, intimidating number. Start with a goal of 500 words. In one session, with no breaks, write them all. Take a break, then write the next 500. Repeat until you reach at least 2000. 

If you write 650 words in one session, don’t aim for 350 in the next. Let those extra words add up. A few hundred extra words each day will get you to 50k quicker than you could imagine.

I recommend timing your sessions, aiming for 20 minutes each time. The deadline will help you get the words out, With 10 minute breaks between each session, you can reach your 2000 word goal in two hours. Which brings me to the next point: 

Write fast. 

Don’t stop and think about your words. Don’t go back and improve a previous sentence. Save all of your edits for later. Focus on writing as quickly as possible, throwing everything you have at that blank page. This will actually help boost your creativity. Make your brain work so fast, be so focused, that it doesn’t have any space to doubt itself and you’ll be amazed at what you can come up with. 

But don’t worry if you can’t write 500 words in 20 minutes on day one. Writing quickly is a skill and it will take a few days of training. 

Let the words suck.

This is absolutely key if you want a high word count. When you’re writing an entire chapter in a day, you shouldn’t expect the words to be beautiful. You’re not aiming at lyrical prose. You’re mining raw material that you can work into art later.

Letting the words suck can include:

  • Writing [something happens here] in place of a scene.
  • Letting yourself use cliches as shorthand.
  • Dialog that is really exposition.
  • Long descriptions of things that don’t matter.
  • Letting your characters ramble until you discover what it is they actually need to say.

As long as there are 2000 words and they relate to your story, they’re exactly what you need. And if you hate having bad words on a page, once you have your 2000 for a day, you can go back and fix all of it. Take all the time you need. Just reach that word count first. 

Tip: if you do edit at the end of each day, make that a separate document from your official NaNo doc. This way, you can trim scenes, descriptions, and dialog without worrying about its effect on your word count. (If you make a scene/description/sentence longer, feel free to include that in your NaNo doc.) 

Don’t know what to write next?

So you’ve written 1200 words, completed a scene, and you have no idea where the story is going next. Here are some things you can do to get those 800 words in anyway:

  • Go to writeordie.com and FORCE the words out.
  • If that doesn’t work, reread the scene you’ve just written and see if you’re missing some obvious foreshadowing, some clue as to where the story’s headed. (You can also add a few lines to bulk up your wc.)
  • If that fails, take a walk and let the fresh air usher a solution to you.
  • If that fails, skip the next section. Write another scene. Go where the story is waiting for you. Come back to the other scene at a later time.

Helpful tip:

Instead of breaking your writing session into four parts, break it into five. Use your first writing session to sketch out an entire chapter, like an outline, but with bits and pieces of dialog and description. Figure out where you’re headed and a couple of key stops along the way. Knowing what you’re writing towards will make doing the actual, fleshed-out writing much easier and quicker.

You can also do an outline for the next day’s writing after you’ve gotten your 2000 words for the day in. Future you will be extremely pleased.

Muggle Born Ravenclaw: Oh my god, it’s NaNoWriMo, I’m not prepared!

Gryffindor: Nano-what?

Muggle Born Ravenclaw:National Novel Writing Month! I didn’t plan anything, how am I supposed to write a novel without a plan?

Gryffindor: Maybe just don’t write a novel in a month?

Ravenclaw: Don’t be absurd.

6x04 Missing Scene

A/N: I got this in my head and couldn’t stop until I wrote it. Oops.

“Where are you going?”

Oliver stopped fussing with his shirt long enough to meet his son’s eyes in the mirror.

“Uh.” He turned around, trying to tamp down his grin as William sat down on the edge of the bed. “Dinner. With Felicity.”

It had been so long—too long—since he’d been out to dinner with her, but now here they were. About to go on their first real date since they rekindled things between them. He fought hard to suppress his giddiness, but he knew it was a losing battle.

Fortunately for Oliver, his son seemed just as taken with Felicity. He grinned, bouncing a little as he said, “Can I come?”

Oliver laughed, walking over to tussle William’s hair. “Not this time, buddy. It’s…” This time he didn’t even bother trying to hide his grin. “It’s kind of a date.”

William looked slightly disappointed, but nodded understandingly.

“You could help me pick out my tie though,” Oliver said, nodding towards his closet. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been on a date. Kind of want to impress her.”

As happy as Oliver was to be dating Felicity again, it was nothing compared to what he felt when his son smiled up at him before rushing off to pick out a tie. In the six months since William had come to live with him, Oliver had seen him smile only a handful of times. And most of them had been within the past week, a happy side effect of Felicity agreeing to tutor him in math. It wasn’t like Oliver could blame the kid. He’d gone nearly five years without truly smiling, until he’d met her.

William took his time, running his fingers along the silk, turning back to look at what Oliver was wearing, trying to match the colors. Eventually he made his choice, walking back over to hand Oliver a soft, gray tie he’d purchased a few weeks ago. It would go nicely with his suit and he tousled William’s hair one more time before slipping the tie on.

“Will you teach me to do that?” William said, watching Oliver’s movements in the mirror.

“Do what, bud?” he asked, straightening the knot.

“Tie a tie.”

Oliver turned around, completely caught off guard by the question. William shrugged, his cheeks flushing just slightly as he looked down at his shoes.

“Mom,” he said, stumbling only just slightly over the word, “always used to buy me clip ons if I had to dress up, but I like the real ones better.”

Oliver swallowed, his heart clenching in his chest. “Yeah,” he said, proud of the way his voice only sounded a little choked up. “Of course.”

William nodded, his lips turning up slightly at the corners. Oliver knew it was still hard for him to talk about his mother, but he couldn’t help but think that they were making progress.

“We’ll go shopping this weekend,” he said, dropping a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Maybe we can convince Felicity to go out to dinner with us so we have an excuse to dress up.”

His son’s blinding smile nearly brough tears to his eyes.

Your name is TEN. As was previously mentioned you are FLOATING IN SPACE.  You have a variety of INTERESTS. You have a passion for EXPLAINING THINGS. You like to watch football with other satellites but you CANNOT ACTUALLY PLAY IT. You have a hatred for GAME 27, and think it is DUMB. You also liked to watch GARDEN HOES sometimes, before the nanos ruined it. 

What will you do?

  • [Torbjörn standing on the point using Molten Core while Ana is behind him.]
  • Torbjörn: And this….
  • Reinhardt: Eh..? What are they doing?
  • Torbjörn: Is… to go… even further beyond!!
  • [Ana Nano boosts Torbjörn]
  • [Everyone else on Torbjörn’s team starts flinching]
  • Soldier: 67: No stop it Torbjörn, if you do this now it’s going to drain all the time you have on the point. And I say you need every second as it is!
  • [Roadhog and Junkrat becomes shocked and awe in fear.]
  • Lúcio: It’s… unreal! How is he generating that much power?!
  • Torbjörn’s turret: Do it dad!
  • Tracer: Too much!
  • Genji: Huh?! What’s going on? Torbjörn is putting out more energy than before. I… I should go, I don’t wanna get yelled at again.
  • Soldier: 67: Stop it! Stop it now Torbjörn!
  • [The map starts crumbling into an almost wreck]
  • Zenyatta: It feels like the whole world is shaking apart. What is Torbjörn doing? If he doesn’t stop this everything is going to be destroyed!
  • [Zarya trips over and falls onto her rump]
  • Zarya: Please, somebody make it stop!
  • [Torbjörn finishes his transformation and stares at Junkrat, who then screams in agony]
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anonymous asked:

Only kind of related, sorry. Do you have any advice for people who fail NaNoWriMo? I've never won in the seven years I've tried, and it's frustrating to be ignored by writing advice blogs (not accusing you specifically!)

I’m really glad that you asked this, anon, because I’m afraid that I won’t finish my NaNo project this year either. For those who are unaware, winning NaNoWriMo just means that you have written 50,000 words of a website-validated novel between November 1st and 30th. There is no limit to how many people win. 

First of all, I would like to discourage the use of the word “fail” when talking about completing any sort of creative project. No one fails, because no matter if you complete your novel or leave off at the cursed 5,000 words, you will always gain experience that makes you a better writer. While there may be winners at the end of NaNoWriMo, there are no losers. No one leaves NaNoWriMo being a less successful writer than where they started; the progression is always positive. 

No matter what people say, writing is hard. Writing with the intent of being published is even harder. We all strive for perfection, and often times that concept is what holds us back. A lot of writers, including myself and some of the other PLHL mods, find that what they write during NaNo is not up to the standards that they set for themselves, so they get discouraged and either step away from the project or start from scratch. This is a normal part of the writing process, but may cause major setbacks if the author is trying to reach the tight thirty-day deadline. For NaNo projects in the past, I would get stuck after the first few pages because I was too self-critical. I would spend most of my time perfecting the very beginning instead of just trying to spit out a first draft. More often than not, the idea with which I started would fizzle out. I would start to criticize every plot point and sentence for being unoriginal/cliche/awkwardly written and scrap the project purely out of fear of failure. If you feel that this is your issue, try finding a way of writing your story that prevents you from going back and editing. That may be something as simple as switching from a word processor to a composition book, or something more complicated like taking your writing and locking it in a safe after each day. Do something that forces you to forget about what you previous wrote and solely focus on story progression. Plot holes, incomplete sentences, and purple prose can be fixed in the next draft.

Another source of writing difficulty I have struggled with over the years is not knowing what to write. The first few plot points are strong, and I know how I want the story to end, but the middle is a black hole of indecision and doubt. The most common solution to this is to do extensive planning of a novel, whether it be through outlines or notecards on a cork board. Write any idea you have down, even if you don’t think that you will use it. When you get stuck in the middle, those moments of deus/diabolus ex machina may give you the push needed to break through the writer’s block. Just start writing– even if it is something that is completely out of left field. Who knows, you may like the new direction so much that you rewrite the entirety of your novel in the second draft. Get new information on the page! Plotholes can be fixed after the first draft is done. The whole point of NaNoWriMo is to get a first draft of a novel written. Novels are never publisher-ready by the first draft. 

If your issue lies within motivation, that is something only you can change. Try to find a reason for writing your novel that is more than wanting to write a novel. Is it for the feeling of accomplishment? To prove someone wrong? As a outlet for creativity? Identify why you want to finish and set your goals accordingly. 

If you can identify why you are unable to meet the 50,000 word deadline, it will be significantly easier to work through the obstacles and reach your goal– whether it is fear of inadequacy, writer’s block, or feeling like you can’t dedicate enough time to writing for NaNo. My final piece of advice is to do something thinking about your noveling style. Find out if what you’re doing is what is best for you. If it isn’t the best, trying different methods of planning/writing/story telling may be what it takes to hit that 50,000 mark. Only you can figure that out.

xx Sarah


imsorry - idk why i made this buttt yeah :’^). Moving on this is how Nano(purple hair) and Sebastian(blondyy) first meet, this the first time u peeps met sebbi huh welll hmm basically he’s like some rich sheltered white kid, but still a coolio guy in a trash kinda way, and Nano works at Hell’s Circus as the “ringleader” and he works at a bar on his free time {a little info about Hell’s Circus it’s not a circus at all actually lolol its like an underground club, like burlesque but more illegal and creepy}

The Favor

It was pretty normal for Mic to call Aizawa late at night, whether it was because there was some super awesome party happening across town that they just had to go to or because Mic lost his wallet for the third time that week ( “did you check the fridge?”  “Why would i- oh here it is.  Thanks, Shouta!”).

But what wasn’t normal was for Aizawa to call Mic, late at night or otherwise.

“I need a no-questions-asked favor”

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“I hate witches,” Dean says, and although his words are familiar, his voice is not. It’s tense, shaky, still broken on his previous yells of agony and screams for help.

Thus, Castiel tightens his grip around Dean’s waist, pulls himself even closer down towards Dean’s body. He, too, has been shaken by this night; were he to talk, he would, no doubt, sound the same as Dean. But words evade him – all he can be in this moment is action, give proof to Dean’s safety more than any verbal assurances ever could by clinging to the physicality of the moment.

So, he kisses the back of Dean’s neck, taking no heed of the salt that has settled all over the skin in the bouts of cold sweat Dean broke out into before, when he was still up there, on the altar. Still shackled and bound, wearing nothing but the toga the witches most likely dressed him in than for the simple effect of it, and spread out in such a way that his chest was directed towards the skin, his delicate organs just tempting beneath the skim surface, all but asking to be cut out. To be taken by the god that the witches meant to evoke, which they failed to do. Not because of a wrong phrasing of incantations or an impurity of their sacrifice – they actually chose well, offered the purest of them all upon their altar –, but because they had underestimated the Winchesters.

Because they did not believe the tales . Of their skill and ruthlessness, of the imaginative ways in which they knew how to kill, of the awesome angel that would avenge any transgressions against them a hundredfold. So, they did not expect the lightning that split the heavens to be anything but a sign of approval from the one they meant to invocate, could not see that death was coming for them before it had already struck, ripping them apart on a most sacred blade, condemning and purifying them in the very same thrust.

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