when the weather reflects your mood

larrinfinity  asked:

You know when you listen to a song and the combination of lyrics and chords subject you to a specific feeling or scenery? When writing a story, specifically when it’s long, how can you achieve that same effect using just words? For example, I want my story to send people to some quiet, mysterious countryside city. How should I make that reflect on the characters? How to spread that sensation through the whole story? Thanks xx

Remember, music comes from a very different place, and you can’t write your stories thinking they will be exactly like music (or movies, for that matter). Your salvation will be in mood and tone, your description of the setting and the character’s surroundings, how the weather reflects the character’s mood, how the weather opposes the character’s mood (a rain-soaked funeral may reflect your character’s mood, but a funeral on a bright cheery day will take their pain and stab it in deep).

You’re painting a picture with words, and just like Bob Ross, you don’t have to be in a hurry to get it right. Read your favorite books and note down what’s happening around the characters, how their setting and description guides the story along. It won’t be a song, but it’s not meant to be. It’s still beautiful and important, even if it takes a lot of hard work.

[M] Pluvial // BTS’ J-Hope

[A/N] For when you miss those rainy days.

Rainy day, post-argument smut.
Word Count: 3.9k.

The rain is nice,
you try to convince yourself as you drum your fingers on the edge of the bench. The rain is nice. It smells clean and brings with it a refreshing breeze, filling the bus shelter with the scent of a crisp spring day. Maybe if you take a deep breath, you can pretend that you’re a tulip in the middle of an April shower. Maybe if you close your eyes and let your mind wander, it will feel something like getting hit by a playful ocean spray.

But you don’t. Instead you choose to glance at the glass wall on your left. It’s plastered with raindrops, some fat, some minuscule, all of them gliding down the glass in a race to drown the earth. There has always been something calming about the sight of it- raindrops, you discovered early on in your life, have a therapeutic quality to them- but today, you find yourself scowling savagely at the scene because no, the rain is not nice. It is not a spring day and there is no playful ocean. It’s almost winter and it’s fucking freezing. The rain is positively pouring down, your clothes are sticky from the droplets, and yet somehow, despite the miserable situation screaming at you otherwise, you’re still here on the bench after forty-five long minutes of waiting.

Forty. Five. Fucking. Minutes.

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Please come home - Michael Clifford

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Word Count: 1,5k

Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up Audiences, mentions of death, character death.

Summary: Your absence has costed Michael a lot, but you’re always there to keep him on his feet even after you’re long gone.

A/N: Please leave some constructive feedback to help me improve my writing. Also, don’t forget to request new stuff here!

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Mother Hen- Drabble

A short drabble because I was bored :)


You hated nights like this when you couldn’t sleep, and it seemed that the weather outside reflected your mood perfectly. The rain came in sheets hitting the glass windows of the tower, the thunder seemed to shake the very foundation and the lightening streaked across the sky without a care and yet here you sat in the common room your knees drawn up to your chest your arms around them as you watched the storm blow across New York.

A sigh escaped your lips as you felt your mind drift you wished for just a moment you could turn your brain off in order to get some sort of rest, but you knew that good rest would only come when the team was back inside the tower walls.

You knew that they loved to tease you about being a mother hen, but you couldn’t help it. When you were ask to take this assignment, to be their liaison to the public It was just a job. You didn’t know them, well you knew of them and the messes that they made while saving the world time after time, and within two years they became the family that you joked with them that you wished you could sometimes give back.

You were pretty sure you had threatened on more than one occasion to find a way to put Clint, Nat and Sam up for adoption if they didn’t cease and desist with their prank wars. You had to shoo Tony out of the Lab on a regular basis in order to assure that he had the correct amount of sleep. You made sure Bruce always had his tea, and a favorite book when he wanted to relax and immerse himself in something other than science. You were there to give Wanda a fluffy Blanket and a shoulder when she was missing home or her brother, and made sure Vision understood the latest lingo. You were the one who made sure that Thor’s favorite pop tarts were waiting on him in the pantry, and that the white noise machine had soothing melodies to help with Bucky’s nightmares. It was you that made sure that Steve had a sketch pad and his favorite pencils so that he could step away even for just a moment from being Captain America and focus on just being Steve.

You wouldn’t trade any of that for the world, but nights like this when your brain wouldn’t turn off and they were all out on a mission you wished that you didn’t have to worry so much. You knew they were hero’s and that the world needed them, but they were more than their larger than life persona to you, they were family.

“Radio silence is the worst” You mutter and jump a bit as a loud clap of thunder shakes the tower again. You chose to move away from the window, but not the common room as you take up a spot on the couch. You pulled a blanket from the back and settled down, asking Friday softly to turn on the tv to HGTV maybe you could lose yourself In a couple buying their first home, or possibly a re-run of love it or list it. You didn’t even realize your eyes closed before Friday got it to the requested channel.

You jerked awake to the sound of Friday’s voice, “Miss Y/L/N , you ask to be alerted once the Avengers made it back to the tower”

“Thanks Friday” you yawned, “Where are they”

“The hanger Miss Y/L/N”

You stretched and you got up from your spot on the couch and made your way to the elevator.

“Should I take you to your floor Miss” Friday ask.

“No the hanger please Friday, I want to make sure they are in one piece before I go to bed”

“I can assure you Miss”

“Friday we have been over this before, I like to see them with my own eyes” You told the AI softly as the elevator started and took you to your desired location. Once opened your eyes were met with your tired team each filing out looking worn.

You smiled it seemed that they were all in one piece and your imagination had over reacted as usual. You stayed put just watching them, you knew they would have to make their way to you in order to get anywhere else in the tower.

“Friday” You call softly

“Yes Miss Y/L/N”

“Can you please have the coffee pot start brewing, Steve won’t rest until the paperwork is complete, and the pot in Bruce’s room go ahead and start boiling the water”

“Yes Miss Y/L/N”

“And turn on Bucky’s white noise machine” You added thinking about it as the team made their way closer to you.

“Welcome Home Guys” You told them softly as they got closer.  Sam and Clint mumbled something as they made their way to the elevator and Wanda gave you a smile as she was leaned against vision. Nat’s tired smile warmed you as you knew she didn’t give those easily. Bruce gave a small wave as he also made his way past you, and Sam his signature grin. Tony was next and he gave a tired wave and mumbled something about the lab. “Friday do not allow Tony to stop at the lab, his rooms only please” “You cannot turn my own AI against me” Tony mumbled to you tiredly.

“Actually she can sir, You gave her that permission” Friday stated.

“Traitor” Tony mumbled

Bucky and Steve were making up the rear as they moved slowly, “come on boy’s” You called out to them as they both looked at you.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed doll” Bucky ask you as he got closer, and you gave him and Steve a small smile.

“I will as soon as I get you lot taken care of” You told them as they got on the elevator you following behind.

Soon it was just you and Steve left on the elevator, and you turned to him, “Coffee has been started, try to get some rest please” you told him softly as Friday opened the doors of the elevator on the floor your room was on.

“How did we ever survive without you” he ask you a smile on his lips.

You couldn’t help but return it as the elevator doors closed.

Mad Hatter



so what if i’m crazy?

all the best people are.

You dragged yourself toward the looming building of your school on a Monday morning in May. The sun shone brightly on the sidewalk in front of you, the weather reflecting the exact opposite of your mood. Sighing, you attempted to pick up your pace before you were late for first hour, but it was hard when you hadn’t had your daily dose of caffeine. Just as you were lamenting this, a figure almost materialized next to you.

“Hey Y/N! How’s your morning?” It was, as per usual, Kim Taehyung, the oddly sunshiny student in your grade.

People always avoided him and whispered about him in the halls, commenting on how he was somewhat strange. No one could place their finger on it, but everyone agreed that something was just a little… off. As for you, he had seemed nice enough so you were nice to him. Plain and simple. As a consequence, however, he had decided that you were his best friend, and never left your side.

“Fine,” you replied, sliding a little away from him. One of his bad habits was standing a little too close, and then not getting the hints that you would like some space. “And you?”

“Oh, I feel perfect.” he said, flashing one of his square smiles and closing the distance between you two again. “Just perfect.”


“He’s so weird though!” your friend cried as you two piled books into your lockers. It was a rare moment for you to be alone without Taehyung breathing down your neck. He had volunteered to get you some coffee before class began and you agreed, thankful for a breather.

“I mean, he’s dangerously obsessed with you!” she exclaimed. You rolled your eyes.

“No he’s not. Maybe he has a few personal space issues, but overall, he’s not a bad kid.” This had become a frequent argument between you.

“But Y/N-”

“He’s probably just excited to actually have a friend.” you interrupted. “And you and everyone else in this school could be nicer to him.” She scoffed.

“Not likely.”

“I’m back!” came Taehyung’s sing-song voice from behind your friend. He waved the cups of coffee at you. You thanked him and waved, pulling your friend to class as the bell rang.

His smile never faltered even while his thoughts went back to the conversation he wasn’t supposed to have overheard.

Y/N’s so sweet for defending me. But we’ll just have to do something about their little friend.  

And with that he skipped down the hall to homeroom.


You waited outside the movie theater later that night, pulling your jacket around you to protect you from the bitter cold. It’d been over half an hour and your friend was still a no-show. You checked your phone again but the most recent text was from 20 minutes ago:

Y/F/N: I’m on my way! :)

She should’ve been here by now, you thought, chewing on your lip.

And then your phone vibrated.

Y/F/N: Hey, I’m here. Meet me around back.

Thank God, you exhaled as you jogged around the building to meet her. A few flickering street lamps were the only light by which to see the almost empty parking lot. Seeing no trace of her, you sent her a quick message.

Y/N: Where are you?

Y/F/N: I’m standing by the blue minivan. I can see you!

A quick scan of the lot revealed the van, your friend’s shadow visible beside it. You jogged quickly over to it.

“Man, I thought you had died or someth-” the words caught in you throat as you realized the figure you had expect was not the figure you saw.

Inches from you stood Taehyung, a smile on his face, blood on his sweater, and your friend’s phone in his hand.

“Hey Y/N! Fancy meeting you here.”

The attempt you made at running was unsuccessful. You found yourself pinned to the vehicle and in an instant your assailant whipped out a damp handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it to your face. His giggles filled your ears as you pounded his chest and kicked at his legs in a desperate attempt to escape, but you felt numbness taking over your mind and body.

As you faded away from consciousness, you could see him smiling sweetly at you.

“Aw, Y/N, you’re so cute when you struggle.”


guys, wHY???

Words I Should've Said /02/

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Part 01

Seungcheol had so many questions. But,the thing is,  they weren’t questions that couldn’t be answered. They were questions that he well on knew the answers to, but just didn’t have the courage to answer.

It felt as if he was writing a test and this was the one part that he didn’t study for. He wasn’t prepared for you to walk right out of his life. To tell him that you were done being neglected, that he was being taken away from you. 

He wanted to blame it on you. Blame you for overreacting or be being selfish. For making him feel as if someone had taken his heart and left him cold and hollow inside. But, at the end of the day. It was truly all his fault. 

The fact that he so willingly let you walk through the front door that day, bothered him the most.

He had so many questions for not only you but, himself as well. So many, that his thoughts became cloudy every time he tried to think about the situation too much.

He wanted to call you or text you, to apologize or even try to see you, but he knew that he didn’t have the courage for that. Even if he did get in contact with you, what would he say? He’d be at a loss for words. Because he surely knew that sorry was not going to cut it this time.

But, above those questions lie his biggest question. The question that not even Seungcheol could come up with the answer to. One that’s been floating in his mind ever since the last time he saw you. And that question is why hadn’t he run after you that night?

If he cared about you so much, then why hasn’t he tried to get you back. To tell you the words that he should have said and to finally tell you what’s been on his mind for the longest time. 

You wondered the same question too.

You had spent the past few days being a miserable mess. Life was just not the same when the person that meant the most to you wasn’t in it anymore. 

You knew that your feelings for Seungcheol were always there but, you didn’t want to allow yourself to come to terms with them. All that your thinking right now was making you feel even worse. Everything reminded you of Seungcheol and all you wanted to do was sit on the couch like old times, resting your head on his shoulder with a big blanket around the two of you. While you and Seungcheol talked and laughed throughout the whole movie.

You felt tears well up in your eyes as you began missing Seungcheol again. You tried so hard to fight them back, curling up into your bed just a little bit more and gripping onto your sheets tightly. But, this wasn’t helping very much so you lazily rose from your bed, scrambling to your closet to grab a sweater and head outside. You were going to go for a walk and try your best to clear your mind.

Seungcheol was having a mental battle on whether he should call you or just show up to your house unannounced. He came to the conclusion that seeing you in person would be the best option. He knew that if he called; you’d probably ignore him anyways.

So here he was, walking down the sidewalk on the way to your house The weather had seemed to have somehow reflected his gloomy mood. The day was dark and the sun refused to shine through the clouds. When Seungcheol couldn’t expect for the weather to get worse, it began to drizzle. Before he knew it, he was running as fast as he could to your house before the rain started to pick up.

That’s when he felt himself bump into something or someone. Causing himself and the unsuspecting stranger to be knocked to the ground.

“I’m so sorry” he began to rise extending his hand to help the poor stranger up. When he looked up his eyes softened and were filled with guilt. “(Y/N). I don’t know where to begin. I’m so sor-” 

“Save it,” you said with such a calm yet cold voice, that made Seungcheol’s heart sink. “Sorry, isn’t going to cut it.”

You twisted on one heel ready to leave and walk away only having reached a few steps before Seungcheol grabbed onto your wrist, stopping you. “Please (Y/N), just hear me out,” his voice was soft and pleading and as you turned around to face him, his eyes were filled with a mix of things.

That’s when you took in his features. Slightly damp hair either from the rain or running, soft eyes that looked as if they hadn’t seen an ounce of rest and dishevelled clothing, he had even put on his sweater inside out which he obviously had not noticed or just didn’t care to fix. You couldn’t help but, feel slightly guilty knowing that you were the reason why that he looked this way. But in your defence, he didn’t even try to contact you.

“Why didn’t you call me?” you questioned so softly that it was barely heard. You looked up into his eyes but he looked away from yours.

He let go of your wrist and used the same hand to scratch the back of his neck. He looked at the ground then up at you. “I didn’t know what to say and definitely didn’t have the courage to say what I really wanted to. But I think that I have the courage now.”

“And what did you want to say?” you asked, looking down at your fingers. 

He let out a deep breath before reaching towards you and using his thumb and forefinger to lift your chin, making you look straight at him. He stepped towards you and reached down to grab your hand. Your heart was beating so hard right now that you swore he could hear it.

He peered into your eyes again holding your gaze as he spoke. “First of all, (Y/N). I’m so, so, sorry for being such a terrible friend, no, such a terrible best friend. If I can even call myself that anymore. I’m supposed to be there for you when you need me and I haven’t done that. Second of all, I’m so sorry for how I acted when we were arguing. I should’ve realized how we were drifting apart and how it was all because someone had come in the way of our friendship. When we were little I promised that I’d never leave you, even if you left first. But, I did. I let you leave. And I’m so sorry about that.” You could hear that his voice was filled with sincerity and regret. He held onto your hand tighter as if he was afraid that you’d slip away at any second.


“Just let me finish. Lastly, (Y/N). I’ve been wanting to tell you this for so long. But, I’ve never had the courage to say it. You know when I used to call you in the middle of the night to talk and say it was because I had a bad dream?”

You nodded, remembering the ridiculous dreams he’d tell you about, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Well, it wasn’t because I had a bad dream. I just missed you and wanted to hear your voice.” He chuckled to himself before continuing. “Even when we watched movies and you’d fall asleep on my shoulder. I could have woken you up, but I always let you sleep because I loved the feeling of you in my arms. The past few days have been rough for me because I felt as if I had lost the most important person in the world to me.” 

You heart was aching from his sincere words and you were afraid that he could feel how your heart was beating so rapidly at his words. 

He took another step forward leaving only inches of space between the two of you now. Then, he pulled you into a hug wrapping his arms around your waist in a sweet caring hug. You were slightly surprised and tense at first but your arms your arms slowly found your way around him as well. He rested his chin on your shoulder before he began to speak.

“But, what I really want to say is. (Y/N), I’m so terrified to say this right now. And it’s probably the reason why I’ve held it off for so long. Because it changes everything, and I don’t know if you’ll stay by my side after this but…” He took a deep breath before pulling back slightly to look you in the eyes. “(Y/N). I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. And I’d want nothing else but to be able to hold you and call you mine.”

You went completely silent, mouth slightly agape in shock. He pulled out of your hold, embarrassed and the rain began to come back down after it had eased up a little. “I knew this was how it would en-”

“I love you too Seungcheol, and I’d love that too” he looked at you with eyes filled with love and joy. The rain had begun pouring at this point but, that didn’t stop Seungcheol from pulling you back into his embrace. He took his forefinger and lifted your to chin to place his lips onto yours. Your eyes closed and you felt his lips glide over yours softly.  He placed his hand behind your neck and the other rested on your waist. He smiled into the kiss before pulling away and placing a small kiss on your forehead.

He gave you a meaningful kiss in the rain that you’d never forget. 

“I’m so glad that I got to tell you the words that I should’ve said a long time ago. ” He said with the biggest grin on his face. 

“But this doesn’t change the fact that I’m still mad at you,” you told him with a pout.” His smile immediately faded into a frown but you hugged him reassuringly. “I’m just kidding.”

“Good,” he said smiling at you again. “Now let’s get you home before you get sick.” 

Always - Thomas Sangster Imagine

PLOT: The reader is in an abusive relationship with their boyfriend. When situations turn for the worst one cold afternoon, the reader seeks help from their best friend, Thomas.

Authors Note: I do not condone sexual/physical harassment in any way, shape, or form. If anything that I write offends you, please make sure to let me know privately. This is all fictional, yet I understand that situations like these may and do occur in real life situations, and if I continue to offend anyone, please report to me immediately.

It was a cold, gloomy day; much like any other. The sun had made no appearance whatsoever, and you were beginning to believe that the weather really was beginning to reflect your mood.

You sat, perched against the windowsill that overlooked the small, rain-covered street. Rattles and bangs sounded from downstairs, making you jump at the sudden noise.

You knew he would be upstairs in the same room as you in a matter of minutes, and you couldn’t help but feel your stomach brew with a feeling of uneasiness and fear as you remembered how especially angry he was when he arrived home from work.

Each stomp up the staircase matched the thump of your heartbeat, feeling yourself grow more anxious by the second. You began to mentally prepare yourself for the inevitable as you watched the door handle twist open, flinching at the sudden action.

There he stood. Messy hair, a drink in his hand, adorned by his work clothes.

“The fuck you lookin’ at?” He slurred, already quite heavily intoxicated.

“N-nothing,” You stuttered back, adverting your gaze.

“You lyin’ to me? Stupid bitch, I’ve told you never lie to me!” He shouted at you, growing angrier by the second for no reason at all.

“I-I’m not, I’m sorry,” You apologised quickly, standing up from your position.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He slurred, standing in front of you.

“Going out.” You muttered, not having the courage to say it any louder.

“The hell you are, sit back down.” He barked, taking a taunting few steps towards you.

“N-no, you can’t tell me what to do,” You mustered up as much confidence as you could in that once sentence.

“Stupid bitch,” He muttered, pushing you down on to the floor in an instant. “You better listen to me, if you know what’s good for you,” He commanded.

“No!” You exclaimed, rushing to your feet and pushing past him.

“Hey!” He yelled, turning around and forcefully grabbing your wrist.

In an instant, you thought of the only thing you could do; punch him in the face. So you did, adding in an extra kick to his groin as he hunched over in pain, releasing your arm. You were quick to escape, running down the stairs two at a time and smashing open the door.

When you made it to the car, to your complete delight, the keys were still in the ignition. In one swift movement, you started the car, pulling out of the driveway and speeding off down the street.

You continued to drive, not entirely sure where you were to go. You knew you should report it to the police, but you were in no state of mind to do so. You needed support, and now you were sure that you knew just the right place to go; to your best friend, Thomas.


Around ten minutes of horrible driving and uncontrollable sobs passed, and eventually, you made it to Thomas’s house.

Quickly, you unbuckled your seatbelt and opened the car door, slamming it shut behind you as you exited. At a running speed, you approached the front door, knocking your knuckles on it a few times.

When there was no response for a few seconds, you knocked again, this time yelling his name. A few audible thumps of footsteps came into your hearing range, followed by a door opening.

He stood there, his face laced with a look of concern and shock.

“Thomas,” You cried, not hesitating to pull yourself into his chest and sob uncontrollably.

“Y/N-what?” He started, but cut himself off after realising that you were in no state to be answering questions. “Shh,” He lulled, rubbing small circles on your back as you pulled yourself closer to him; never wanting to leave his embrace.

“Let’s get you inside,” He whispered, pulling one arm off of you but leaving the other on the small of your back, guiding you inside.

The two of you sat down on his couch, and you were now able to calm your sobs. The feeling of protection with Thomas was immense, you immediately felt a lot better.

“H-he hurt me,” You hiccuped, startling Thomas by your sudden words “He has been f-for at least a month now.” You felt the tears well up again as you recalled the memories. “I-I was too afraid to tell a-anyone,” You pushed, as Thomas sat patiently and listened; his eyes never leaving yours. “I was so scared that he’d hurt me even more.” You sobbed, finally letting the words that had been bottled up inside you escape.

Thomas pulled you into a warm, tight embrace yet again, as he said nothing, allowing you to release all your emotions.

“Y/N, baby,” He whispered after a few minutes of you crying. Wiping away a tear with his thumb, he held your head in his warm hands, studying your emotions.

“I’m so, so sorry. No one should ever have to go through something like this.” He exclaimed, feeling nothing but pure and utter sadness for what you were going through. Mostly, angry at himself for the fact that he knew nothing of this until now.

“Don’t apologise, It’s not your fault, It’s mine, I should have said something.” You said, every word being the complete truth.

“No, baby, no. None of this is your fault, okay?” He said, rubbing your back once again with small, delicate, circles.

You nodded in confirmation, feeling yourself a lot more at ease now that you had someone to comfort you.

“We should call the police.” He whispered, and you agreed, knowing it was the right thing to do.

Thomas started to get up from his seated position, but was quick to sit back down as you called, “Wait!”

“Yeah?” He asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Please, just stay here with me for a bit?” You plead.

“Of course, baby.” He answered, placing a small, sweet, kiss to your forehead, “Always.”

(A table of contents is available. It will be kept updated throughout the series. This series will remain open for additional posts.)

Part Three: What’s the Author Saying?

Nearly every definition of literary tone out there includes some variation on: “The writer’s attitude toward the reader or subject matter.” This distinction–that it is the writer’s attitude toward a subject, not the character’s is an important distinction.

As we write, we build in themes: ideas repeated in a work, whether often or just a few times. Things like “war is bad” and “platonic friendships are just as valid as romantic friendships” and “family matters” and even broader strokes like simply “love” and “war” in general can all become themes that the author may choose to portray. Authors can take stances on these topics by portraying them in certain lights throughout their stories. Through the use of careful scenic choices, wording choices, and character choices, authors can give that attitude–that opinion–the definition is talking about.

Scenes: If an author’s theme is centered on the idea that war is bad (for example), they must choose how to portray scenes so that this message comes across, even subtly. The way scenes are put together can say quite a lot, and if you’ve ever read any of the Harry Potter analysis, you can see the fandom reading into this very thing. Scenes are used to reinforce your themes, which in turn builds the tone of the work. Be aware of what your characters’ actions, decision, and the way scenes play out. Make sure they are consistent with what you’re trying to say with your work.

Words: Last post talked about diction, and this is another one of those things. The words you choose have not only denotation–the dictionary definition–but also connotation–the definition that is grown through cultural use–and mood. “Stupid” is ableist, and choosing to use it in certain situations gives it a meaning that goes beyond the denotation of dull, inane, annoying. Be aware of what your words are saying. Choose them carefully, not just to avoid this, but also to avoid using a word that has certain mood indicators when it’s not what you’re going for in a certain scene. The most basic trick in cinematic theory is using weather and color to reflect character mood: rain for a sad scene, sunshine during idyllic romance scenes, etc. The same goes for your words. There are moods to words, especially when put together in certain ways. Use these with wisdom to create the tone you’re looking for.

Characters: I want to impress on you that tone is not about the attitudes of the characters. I know that sounds somewhat contradictory; after all, aren’t characters just mouthpieces for their authors? Yes, and no. It’s quite common for writers to have characters that do not have their same opinions about topics. Have you heard that argument about a character not being representative of the author’s ideas; or that the narrator of a poem is not necessarily the poet themselves? This is it. Racist characters do not mean an author is racist, etc. Characters can be used to voice opinions that may or may not be contrary to the author’s point in order to set up opportunities for the point to be made against the character.

Next up: Pacing!

8 Steps to Happiness

By: Teghan

  1. Breathe. Enjoy the little moments of life. Don’t rush. Burn some gas. Better yet, burn some calories and take the long way home. Appreciate everything the world has to offer. Notice the perfect crunch the leaf makes as your foot stomps it. Relish the warm feeling of the sun as it hits your back. Savor the taste of warm apple pie on your tongue. Take it all in.
  2.  Find what you love and do it. I know it’s been said before, but it doesn’t need to be a career. I know I haven’t found my lifelong passion yet but I’m learning to recognize what I love and do more of it. I love listening to the sound of the rain hitting my roof. I love reading books and drinking tea. I love baking pies. I try to find time for the things I love and enjoy the pleasure from them wholeheartedly.
  3.  Do not do what you don’t like to do. This sounds extremely obvious but we all need a reminder sometimes. There are things we hate that we can’t avoid like that long paper in a subject you wish you weren’t taking or getting stuck in traffic for the fifth time this week. There are things though that we can avoid, don’t finish your meal if you don’t like the taste. Find something you really love to eat. Don’t wear something that you don’t feel comfortable in because you think it’s what you should be wearing. Don’t finish that book because you think it might get better in the end. Toss away your distaste and replace it with delight.
  4.  Listen. Take note of the advice your mom gives you even if you don’t want to. Pay attention when your grandparents are sharing a memory from their teen years really listen to that six year old telling you about their day at school. Latch onto their excitement about all the new things their learning. You can learn so much from the people around you.
  5.  Write. Write down your troubles, triumphs, and everything in between. Write down your schedule, your mood, the weather. Write down whatever makes you happy, and keep writing it. Writing is an amazing way to reflect on the chaotic whir of the world that is perpetually going on around you. It can work wonders. Trust me.
  6. Exercise. Cycle. Run. Lift weights. Swim. Rollerblade. There are so many things you can do to get your blood pumping and put a smile on your face. Your body will thank you. I am always in a great mood after a work out because I know I spent time on making myself healthier and you can never be unhappy about that.
  7. Don’t over think it. Text back right goddamn away if you want to, take a risk and kiss the girl or guy even if you’re a little shy. Don’t follow the rules our society has seemed to lay out for us. Have a plan and stick to it.  I’m not saying to drop out of school, but I think if we all took more risks and stopped worrying about the possible outcomes then some really amazing things could happen.
  8.  Love. Share it as often as you can. Tell your parents or guardians you love them before you go to sleep every night. Tell your siblings you love them any time of the day. Tell your partner you love them every time you walk out the door because who knows when they will come back. Things happen that are out of your control every day so don’t let a little fight or argument get in the way of showing your love. There are things that should be shared in moderation but love is not one of them.

 My final piece of advice is not a step. It is more of a reminder. Something to think about when it seems like Eeyore’s cloud is following you around all day.

 "Happiness does not depend on what you have or who you are, it solely relies on what you think.“ -Buddha

Thinking happy thoughts and having a positive attitude can really change how your day is going and if you keep at it, even your life. I wish everyone a happy, healthy life with happy, healthy thoughts. :)

Photographer: Kiki

Rain Against Windows


he two of you had been engaged in a very heated make out session when the first signs of a storm had arisen, rain relentlessly hitting the window. The two of you didn’t pay much mind to it at first. Your minds were else where, and that had to do with the fact that he was without a shirt, and you were without your jeans, and his hands with shoved up your shirt while the two of you kissed. The night surely would have led to fun and tiring antics, if the storm hadn’t gotten so bad that it cause the lights to go out. As you two were thrust into darkness, only then did you realize just how long you two had been in your own little world, just under two hour spent like that. And the two of you looked at each other in the dark, before you burst out laughing. Neither of you were quite sure why you were laughing, but never the less, you were. And soon enough the laughter subsided and you two sat in the dark in a comfortable silence, the storm raging outside, thunder booming and lighting brightening up the sky, rain furiously pounding against the window. “You know, it kinda sucks that the powers out, because we kinda forgot about the pizza, and now it’s cold and we can’t heat it up.” he finally broke the silence, complaining while thinking with his stomach. “You know, I know a few other things we could heat up while we wait for the power to come back on.” you said with a suggestive edge to your voice. “Have I told you how god damn much I love you, but I think you are wearing a little to much, now off with the shirt.


was only about six in the evening when the rain starts, pounding against the window, blown by fierce winds. “We’ll there go the plans of having a quiet evening in, the weather is fucking mental right now.” He said, standing by the window in the kitchen, peering out at the storm. Coming up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pushed your face into his broad back. “Well, the rain doesn’t have to be a bats thing you know.” You told him, just thinking of the night ahead. You two had hardly had any time together since their album had been released. He was always needed for this interview or that talk show, and it was nice just to have some time to yourself. Even if it was raining. Another large gust of wind blew a heavy amount of rain against the glass making a loud sound that made you jump involuntarily, tightening your arms as you did so. He carefully unwrapped your arms as thunder clapped in the background, before pulling you in for a hug, holding you close when a thought popped into your head. “Well, since own quiet night in has been ruined, why don’t we just make it quite a loud night in if you know what I mean.” you smirked cheekily. “I love the way you think, but tell me something, how about we make it interesting?” And that’s when you knew he was up to know good. “What do you have in mind Irwin?” “Well I was thinking along the lines of who can make the other lose their voice the quickest but-”


It was no secret that ever since you were little you had been scared of storms. It was something that you hated, and you had always hoped that when you got older the fear would go away. But it never did. So when the wind and rain pounded against the windows just past one in the morning, your eyes shot open. You started shaking and you knew that you needed to wake Calum up, no matter how much you didn’t want to do that to him. So you rolled over to his side of the bed, where he slept blissfully unaware of the raging storm outside, and just as you were about to shake him awake, a loud boom of thunder clapped, scaring you half to death. You let out a little help and jumped next to him, burying your face into him, shaking like a leaf. And that definitely got him awake. “Babe, what wrong?” he questioned, and his answer came shortly after when another clap of thunder rang through the air. “Oh sweetheart come here.” He murmured softly to you, pulling you into his arms. He held you close for the rest of the night. Whispering in your air sweet nothings, trying to distract you from the raging storm right outside. He even started singing to you softly when you started to you particularly scared. And soon enough it was over, but he didn’t stop holding you, because no matter what he always wanted to be your hero, always wanted to be there to save you from the storms.


It had been raining all day, storms raging, rain hitting the windows so head, they sounded like bullets ricocheting off it. And the two of you really didn’t mind to be honest, because the weather sort of reflected your moods today. Both of you had woken up feeling mopey and tired, and neither of you had any particular desire to do anything at all. So you dug out all the spare blankets you could find, and piled them on the couch before climbing under, expelling the cold air the rain had brought with it. The television had been playing softly in the back ground but neither you nor him had been paying much attention to it. The two of you were too caught up in each other. You guys spent the entire day wrapped up in one another, cuddling, holding each other close. You spent the entire day memorizing each other’s face, just looking, admiring other another. You spent the entire day telling secrets that no one else had heard. You both found each other that day, but not only did you find each other, but somewhere along the way, between strikes of thunders and murderous sounding rain, you found yourselves. You found out all about not only each other but about you, and he found out about himself. And I guess that’s why now, whenever there’s a storm you two drag your selfs on to the couch and spend the entire day wrapped up in each other, discovering things you didn’t know about before.

Well, it’s now two thirty in the morning and it’s storming out and the rain won’t stop hitting my window and the powers just gone out, so, here’s the fourth piece of writing tonight, I hope you all enjoy! :)

Okay so here’s something interesting about eye color. When people with light eye colors say their eyes change color with the weather, they’re not pulling your leg….entirely. It’s not exactly with the actual weather.

Light can change how we perceive color, and light colored eyes usually catch more light in the sun, making the color appear brighter. So blue and light green eyes can look tinted grey in darker weather, but be extremely crystal clear in nice weather. It also depends on what you’re wearing in light, as sometimes the colors will reflect light, and sometimes it shows up in your eyes. It can make the color look closer to its compliment. (This can also happen with make up.) Example: When I wear red, my blue eyes can appear green.

This can also happen with dark eyes, but it’s less noticeable generally. Dark brown eyes can become almost Golden in the right light, or even an auburn.

So, there you go. Eyes don’t change colors, but light changes how colors are perceived.

They don’t, however, change color with your mood, especially since color association to mood is subjective to person and culture. Flick anyone who says they have mood eyes. They’re lying to you.