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anonymous asked:

hi dumb question but how do you put a frame around your font in gifs?

first of all: there are no dumb questions when it comes to editing, making gifs and photoshop in general. we’ve all started somewhere  ✌🏻 so today i am going to show you how i achieved the above effect ( used in this and this gifset)

Here’s what you’ll need!
● Photoshop (I’m using Photoshop CS6)
● Basic knowledge on making gifs
● Please like/reblog if this post helped you in any way!
● If anything is unclear, don’t hesitate to ask
● Click ‘read more’ to view this tutorial

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Greetings guys, gals, and nonbinary pals!

To commemorate another year in this amazing fandom, we will once again be celebrating the Have A Happy Hobbit Holiday Exchange!

Last year, the wonderful @serenbach86 took on the monumental task of organizing the exchange, for which we are all incredibly grateful. This year, the torch has been passed to @rutobuka2, with help from @mithrilbikini and @mcmanatea. Writers, artists, and podficcers  are all encouraged to join in!

🌿 Click here to enter (via AO3!) 🌿


  • October 4th:  Sign-ups open
  • October 29th: Sign-ups close
  • November 5th:  Assignments sent out
  • December 3rd:  First email check-in from mods
  • December 10th:  Second email check-in from mods, last day to request extension
  • December 17th:  Works are due (can be edited between the 17th and 24th)
  • December 24th:  Works are revealed
  • December 30th:  Creators are revealed

🌲 Click here for the main HHH17 page 🌲

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anonymous asked:

Do ya'll have any input on weapons (Maybe a polearm type) against beasts? (Nothing that would be larger than a XL Draft Horse, so no house-sized dragons or bus-long wyrms) I've been considering a halberd for my MC, and he's going to be faced with various types of beasts on foot.

That is one of the uses of polearms. Not fighting monsters, but dealing with potentially dangerous animals. Within that context, the halberd probably isn’t the best option.

The only thing that I’d be concerned about is that the halberd is a variety of poleaxe. Usually, they had a spike or piercing blade on the end, which would allow you to poke something, but the primary blade was used in chopping strikes. So your character wouldn’t be getting much use out of that. In turn this adds more weight out on the end of the weapon, making it harder to maneuver. I don’t want to say, “more ponderous,” because it should still work, and is a legitimate selection, it’s just that there are better options out there.

Specifically, weapons like the boar spear or spetum would probably do the job slightly better than a halberd. Possibly with an axe as his sidearm. Though, nearly any polearm will allow him to attack without being disemboweled, which is the important part, and why polearms were historically used as hunting tools.

Some of this is speculative, and would depend on exactly what he’s facing. I’m sitting here thinking of something like a bear or werewolf, but if he’s fighting some kind of cephalopod, and needs to lop off pieces, then a halberd may make more sense.


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someone* boiled damien down to “all the representation we got” (we meaning trans man/individuals, i assume, because the ask was about damien being trans) which is kind of sitting w me wrong bc

  • damien being trans isnt hidden solely behind WoG/TPTB, it’s in a conversation option that’s easy to select and many people would see
  • you can play as trans, which is more than like… any other game i know, really? Someone will have to list games you can be trans in
  • your spouse is left obscure aside from being “mother” or “father” meaning they can be a trans man or a woman based on your own desires for that dadsona/worldstate
damien being trans could be more blatant, but it’s also an confirmed undeniable fact that he’s a trans man and i don’t think boiling him down to “all the rep we got” in a game where you yourself can be trans is kinda… dismissive and inaccurate

*and no im not linking them bc i know how you heathens get and it isnt happening today lol

Did Mr. Poe forge the Baudelaire parents’ last will and testament?

Stranger things have happened. In fact, Lemony Snicket seems to imply the very thing.

On the day Mr. Poe came to tell the Baudelaire orphans of their parents’ death, the banker was suspected of hiding something in his top hat, and Violet’s suspicion that he was a dangerous figure in their lives is heavily analyzed in the text:

p.5 She felt the slender, smooth stone in her left hand, which she had been about to try to skip as far as she could. She had a sudden thought to throw it at the figure, because it seemed to frightening.
Please see my note on page 7.

[The Bad Beginning: Rare Edition, Notes]

p.7 Violet, with some embarrassment, felt the stone in her left hand and was glad she  had not thrown it at Mr. Poe.
Please see my note to pages 9-10.

[The Bad Beginning: Rare Edition, Notes]

pp.9-10 …Violet had to drop the stone she was holding.
Dropping a stone you had been thinking about throwing at someone might mean that you believe violence to be an immoral and ineffective way of solving problems, which instead increases the amount of strife, turmoil, and bruises in the world, which in turn only encourages other people to pick up stones.
Tomorrow afternoon I am interviewing a semi-retired amateur geologist to see if this dropped stone is the same as the one Violet picks up at her second visit to Briny Beach.

[The Bad Beginning: Rare Edition, Notes]

But what would Mr. Poe have hidden in his top hat? Well, let’s ask the guy who directly benefited from the Baudelaire parents’ death and the subsequent handling of their estate:

“No,” Olaf said with another frown. “There was some argument about his name, actually, as a baby adopted by his orphaned children also bore the same name.”
“Bertrand,” Omeros said.
“No,” Olaf said, and frowned yet another time. “The adoption papers were hidden in the hat of a banker who had been promoted to Vice President in Charge of Orphan Affairs.”
“Mr. Poe?” asked Sadie.
“Yes, ” Olaf said with a scowl, “although at the time he was better known under his stage name. But I’m not here to discuss the past.

[The End, Chapter Eleven]

Was Mr. Poe hiding the original will from the Baudelaire orphans? Did he forge a new one so they would end up in the claws of their parents’ mortal enemy?

No. That would be crazy, right? But there is a story there. Find out more after the cut.

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Coffee Break (PT 1)

 this is so so so shit, i’m sorry. i might delete it. 

10th February 2016, 10:38am

Shawn’s 9am meeting had over-run, meaning he wasn’t able to get his usual 10:15am coffee. He hurried down the two flights of stairs, desperately craving the rush of caffeine.
(Y/N) had been paying close attention to everything Helena had been saying since 8:30am, the morning of her first day at the office. Her brain felt fried and her hand was numb from writing everything down; she needed a boost. If Shawn’s meeting hadn’t over-run, or if (Y/N) had listened to Helena when she first pointed out where the coffee machine was - their lives wouldn’t have collided.
“So it’s just on the left?” (Y/N) asked as she continued walking straight, with her head over her shoulder as she looked back at Helena; who nodded in response. (Y/N) had her arm out, pointing to her left; but it was soon knocked by Shawn’s towering figure. Shawn grabbed (Y/N) with a tight grip to stop her from toppling over herself. “I am so sorry,” she began to say frantically, brushing the hair from her face. She froze, her mouth slightly agape as she finally saw Shawn’s face. He used his middle finger to push his glasses up his nose, and looked at her with concern. “Are you alright?” he asked. She nodded slowly, being absorbed into her daze. He revealed his dashing smile, causing his glasses to rise slightly. “I guess you need a coffee as much as I do,” he said confidently, removing his hands from her arms and standing straight. (Y/N) casually looked him up and down, being impressed by his tall stature rather than intimidated. “It’s my first day, and I didn’t have one before I arrived” she said quickly, her throat and lips dry. He looked surprised, “Welcome!” 
(Y/N) felt her cheeks toast as she smiled back, “Thank you.” 
He touched her shoulder lightly once again, before heading into the Delhi. (Y/N) approached the coffee machine, and examined the small screen which displayed several coffee options. She finally picked one, Black Americano, knowing she needed a strong coffee. She tapped her feet anxiously as the coffee slowly dripped down into the paper cup. She reached across the counter for a lid, her fingers dragging down more than one; with the others scattering on the floor below. She let out a sigh of irritation as she crouched down and scooped them up in her hands. 
“Woah,” she heard someone gasp, feeling a strong hand on her shoulder as she quickly stood up. Once again Shawn appeared in front of her, “We need to get you a little bell or something” he said, his handsome smile appearing again. (Y/N) let out a nervous laugh as he removed his lingering hand from her shoulder, and walked away; jogging up the stairs.

14th February 2016, 15:19pm

The catering team had placed a stall near the coffee machine; consisting of Valentine’s Day treats. (Y/N) didn’t really like the lunch options she had had so far, during her first week, so she would become peckish in the afternoon. She stood perfectly in the centre, staring at all the different cookies and chocolates which were displayed on the stall. She jingled the loose change in her hand, having been stood there for at least five minutes now.
“Well, they’ve certainly captivated you” a raspy voice snapped her out of her focus. She glanced to her right to see Shawn stood by her side, as he scanned over the selection. “More than the lunch menu’s have so far, yes.” To her surprise, a gentle laugh left his lips, which made her smile. “Which is better in your opinion, chocolate or cookies?” he asked, placing one hand in his pocket. “I’m more of a cookies girl,” (Y/N) said confidently. Shawn nodded before leaning forward, and grabbing a couple of cookies, placing them in one of the paper bags provided. “These will do for my Jennifer, I think she’ll like them” he smiled as he twisted the top of the bag. For some unknown reason, disappointment spread over (Y/N). Shawn shook his head, smacking his palm lightly against his forehead. “I haven’t even asked your name,” he smiled. “(Y/N)” she replied. “I’m Shawn,” he said, sticking his hand out. She hesitantly took it in her own, before he shook it vigorously. “See you around,” he said as he walked away to pay for his treats. (Y/N’s) smile faded before she glanced back at the stall, and picked up a small bag of heart shaped chocolates, suddenly fancying those instead.

14th February 2016, 16:57pm

(Y/N) was gradually making her way down the stairs, knowing she’d reach the bottom as the clock struck five. She was two steps away when the high pitched squeal of a little girl, echoed in the lobby, stealing her attention. She watched as Shawn crouched down, with his arms wide open for the little girl to run into. A tall woman, dressed perfectly from head to toe, followed swiftly behind. “There’s my favourite girl,” Shawn announced, squeezing the girl until she laughed in his ear. “Look at what I got for you,” he smiled, as he pulled out the bag of cookies. The little girl snatched them from his grip, the biggest smile spreading across her small face. “What do you say?” the woman said, standing behind the girl as her hand laced through her little curls. “Thank you Uncle Shawn,” the high pitched girl said shyly as she peeked into the bag.
Suddenly, (Y/N’s) assumption of the woman being his wife and the kid being his daughter vanished; and were overtaken by feelings of attraction after witnessing how he had been with the little girl. She shook her head, knowing she was being silly, and walked out of the side door; purposely avoiding crossing paths with Shawn.

22nd February 2016, 8:42am

Shawn was late for a meeting, and hadn’t printed off the charts in time. There was only one printer which was working in the entire building, and (Y/N) was further up the queue from him. She was about to go next, but Shawn barged in front. “Hey, I was next” (Y/N) retorted. “You’re only going to print off copies of that stupid poster, this is more important” he snarled, not even looking at her. “Says who?” she said under her breath, not expecting him to hear. In one sharp motion, he was now facing her. “One of the Directors of this company, and that happens to be me. Anything I do is far more important than whatever it is you do” he said sternly, his cheeks blushed. His eyes were dark, his expression showing no softness or likeness, like it had done before. (Y/N) swallowed the lump which had formed in her throat, and stormed off saying the word “jerk” clear enough for him to hear this time.

22nd February 2016, 13:05pm

(Y/N) was sat at her desk, about to force herself to see what crappy food they were serving for lunch that day when an email popped up in her inbox. It was from Shawn. She was hesitant about opening it, wondering if it was worth reading. She clicked open anyway, and her eyes soon scanned his words.

‘ Dear (Y/N)

I don’t know how I can show you just how sorry I am for how I treated you and spoke to you earlier this morning. I promise you I am not usually like that, especially to lovely people such as yourself. The only way I can think to thank you, and even this is a lame attempt, is to treat you to lunch. I recall you mentioning that you did not like what the company has to offer for lunch, and therefore I would like to take you out for lunch. How’s tomorrow at 1?

Kind Regards

Shawn - the jerk with the big glasses. ’

Maybe One Day - Part 5

The world is a scary place right now. Sending love and hugs and peace to you all. ❤️❤️❤️ 

 A collection of one-shots of Jay Halstead as a dad. Because we all need that in our lives. Co-written with @halsteadpd

When canon gives you lemons, you make fluff…

Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 

Erin’s cell phone buzzed on her desk and she quickly grabbed for it, not wanting to distract her colleagues. But the noise still caught Jay’s attention. As she checked the message, he watched as her face fell, then shot her a questioning look. She nodded her head in the direction of the break room; they’d never needed words to communicate, even less so since they got married. Erin and Jay could read each other like a book.

Jay followed his wife into the break room, quickly closing the door behind them and glancing back through the window at the rest of the team. “What’s wrong?”

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Request: Derek sex on a plane or somethinggg?

Author’s Note: Someone asked for another Derek imagine so I picked this prompt c: This one is rather long. I added some backstory leading up to the smut. I hope you like it!

Warnings: Smut in the sky


“Get. In. There,” I grumbled, trying to shove my carry on into the overhead compartment. It certainly did not want to fit. It didn’t help that I was not very tall and couldn’t see into the compartment well or reach much of anything. So, here I was, shoving my bag fruitlessly and cursing under my breath.

“Need some help?” a deep voice asked from behind me. I turned to look at the source, my eyes landing on a tall, well-built man with black hair, green eyes, and dark scruff. His eyebrows were raised and a small smile was on his lips. I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I suppose if you think you can stuff it in there,” I told him, stepping aside. The man took my bag and placed in the compartment with ease, putting his own next to it. My lips pursed in slight annoyance at how simply he had been able to do that. “Thank you,” I mumbled, sighing and taking my seat. The man looked at his ticket and plopped next to me.

“No problem. I’m Derek,” he said, extending his hand. I shook it, finally offering a grin.

“Y/N,” I said. “Nice to meet you. So, we’re going to be sitting next to each other for this whole flight then?”

“Depends. Where are you getting off?” he asked casually.


“Then it looks like we’ll be sitting next to each other for this whole flight,” he said, gracing me with another smile that I gladly returned. “What brought you all the way here to Maine? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Nothing in particular,” I explained, shrugging my shoulders. “It’s just a beautiful state and I love to visit. One of my old college friends lives here now so I thought I’d stop by for a visit. What about you?”

“Just getting away from things back home for awhile,” he told me, his tone slightly vague. “Thought I’d take a small vacation.”

“By yourself? No girlfriend, buddy, family to come with you?” Derek let a small chuckle and shook his head.

“I don’t mind being alone,” he said, his green eyes meeting mine. “Gives me time and space to think about things.” I nodded in agreement and pulled out my phone, taking care of a few loose ends before shutting it off for take off. Soon enough, the doors closed and a flight attendant grabbed an intercom radio to talk to us.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,” she said happily. “And welcome to American Airlines. Today we are going to be taking off and making a brief stop in Chicago later this afternoon. We will have a small layover in Denver, and then be landing in California later tonight. Altogether this trip is going to take roughly 8 to 9 hours with our stops, but I promise we’ll have a good time together.” I sighed at the thought of such a long journey, tuning out as the attendant went on to talk about the safety features and precautions, explaining about the oxygen masks, and when they would be serving food, blah blah blah. My eyes were trained on the window, taking a last look at the gorgeous landscape outside.

“Have you flown much?” Derek’s voice rang in my ears, bringing me out of my daydream. I turned to face  him, buckling my belt when the sign flashed at me.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” I said, a bit absentmindedly. “I’ve flown plenty of times. Nothing new.” Derek nodded at my words. “You?”

“Not too much,” he replied. “Just here and there really. I don’t like turbulence.”

“Me either,” I chuckled. “Always gives me a headache.” Derek and I continued to make small talk here and there, getting to know each other as the flight took off and we headed for Chicago. When I saw something cool out the window I would nudge his arm, pointing to show him. I couldn’t help but notice how great he smelled, his cologne tinting my nose as he leaned over me. And his jaw line was magnificent. I could run my tongue over it all day. 

The attendants served us some lunch just before we landed in Chicago, and Derek and I made cheesy jokes about airline food, both of us laughing obnoxiously. When we landed, I turned to Derek, a bored expression on my face.

“I hate this part,” I said. “It’s always so boring sitting here waiting for people to change flights.”

“We could start a movie if you want?” he offered, gesturing to the little tv screens in the backs of the seats in front of us. I shrugged, an intrigued expression on my face.

“Yeah, alright.” Derek and I scrolled through the options, trying to decided which one would be better. 

“Airlines need a better selection,” he mumbled quietly. I let out a small laugh, looking at him as he studied the options studiously.

“What kind of movies do you like?”

“Sports movies mostly,” he said. “Especially about baseball or basketball.” Unfortunately, there were no sports movies to pick from. We ended up settling on some flick we’d never heard of about a man going through some kind of midlife crisis and trying to feel young again and get his life together. The plane had taken off again and we were heading for Denver. When the cart came by with snacks, Derek and I both took a bag of peanuts. I munched absently, my eyes on the screen.

“I bet I could totally make it in your mouth,” I said, catching him off guard.

“Excuse me?” he asked, his eyes widening and a small grin on his lips. I laughed loudly, earning a few annoyed looks.

“The peanuts!” I said. “I bet I could throw one in your mouth.”

“Challenge accepted,” Derek replied, leaning back a bit and parting his lips, giving me a good target. I took my time in aiming, trying to get just the right shot. I flung the peanut and it landed on his cheek, falling to his lap, making us giggle.

“Let me try again!” I insisted, excited now. “I can make it this time.”

“If you say so,” he teased.

“Assume the position, sports boy.” Derek wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and I nudged him, a slight blush creeping on my cheeks. This time when I threw the peanut, Derek caught it. We lifted our hands in victory, letting out a small cheer.

As the flight went on, Derek and I continued to talk almost nonstop. A few hours later, dinner was served and we had another terrible movie playing on our screen. We laughed and joked and nudged each other. In fact, it was like we practically couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. I didn’t mind that at all. After dinner, we quieted down a bit, fatigue hitting us both. I fell asleep for awhile and when I woke up, Derek was out, his breathing soft and even. I took this opportunity to study him a bit closer. His skin, from what I could see, was relatively tan. His dark hair was a little rumpled, but it looked soft, something I could definitely run my hands through. His stubble complimented him well, the small hairs twisting deliciously over his jaw. His arms and chest were very muscular, practically making my mouth water just thinking about he would look like shirtless.

“You’re staring,” Derek mumbled, his eyes still closed. I blushed and pulled back a bit.

“How can you tell?” I asked, slight disbelief in my voice. “Your eyes are closed.” His lips curved upward into a small smirk, sending a jolt through my body.

“I can always tell when a beautiful woman’s eyes are on me,” he said, looking at me now. I blushed a bit, but rolled my eyes.

“That was lame.”

“You know you liked it,” he breathed, stretching out a bit. We started to descend toward Denver and I sighed. Sitting so long was taking a toll on my joints.

“I need to get up and stretch,” I grumbled, buckling my belt as the sign came on.

“I could help with that,” I heard Derek say. I could nearly hear the smirk in his voice. I met his eyes with a look of my own.

“I wouldn’t be opposed.” Derek’s smirk turned into a smile and I looked out the window as we landed. We waited as people changed flights, my leg bouncing from boredom. I was happy when we finally took off again. The sun had gone down and it was rather late, but we were on the home stretch now. I was excited to get back to my own bed, but I also didn’t like the idea of having to leave this wonderful man that I had only just met. “I’m bored again,” I sighed.

“We’ll land in about an hour so,” Derek told me, offering a tiny smile that I could barely make out in the darkness of the cabin. “Another movie?” I shook my head. “I have an idea of how to pass the time,” he suggested, a smirk on his lips yet again. It sounded like a joke, but maybe the offer was really there.

“Alright, sports boy,” I said, my hand landing on Derek’s thigh. I saw his brows raise. I leaned my body over to whisper in his ear, my fingers running up his leg. “Bathroom. Two minutes.” I nipped at his earlobe, earning a small gasp. I stood up and headed for the bathroom, chancing a look over my shoulder at him. I closed the door and waited, wondering if he would actually come. Sure enough, a few minutes later the door was sliding open and Derek was slipping in.

“Challenge accepted,” he said quietly. I smiled up at him seductively, my hands running up his chest to rest behind his neck.

“I didn’t know if you would come,” I admitted. Derek’s hands slipped onto my hips.

“I offered to help you stretch, didn’t I?” His tone was playful. My lips were hovering over his and I was sure my heart was gonna beat right out of my chest. “How flexible are you?” His voice had dropped even lower than usual, sending heat through my body.

“Very,” I whispered, just before pressing my lips to his in a heated kiss. Derek tasted like mint and the outdoors. I moaned softly as his tongue made it’s way into my mouth, dominating my own. My fingers ran through his dark hair, tugging on it to bring him closer in the tiny space. I could feel his grip on me tightening, turning me on even more. Derek’s hands moved to my ass, squeezing it roughly. He lifted me up onto the small counter so I could wrap my legs around his waist. His lips headed toward my neck, biting and suck my skin, making me moan his name.

“Gotta be quiet, babe,” he husked in my ear, his tongue flicking out to trace the shell. I bit my lip harshly to keep in my noises. “Think you can do that for me?’

“Fuck,” I breathed, his hand moving to cup my breast under my shirt. “Yes.”

“Good.” Derek was back to kissing my skin, lifting my shirt up and pulling my bra down so he could free my breasts. I held onto his hair tightly as he licked and sucked at my nipples playfully. He was driving me crazy with me.

“Come on, Derek,” I whined softly. I felt him chuckle at me, moving back up to my lips. I kissed him furiously, pulling his waist to mine to feel his bulge press against me. His fingers were already working on the button of my jeans, mine on his. I yanked them down, along with his boxers, and took his hard length into my palm. Derek let a small growl against my mouth and I bit his lip lightly, my hand pumping him quickly. My jeans were practically ripped off, falling to my ankles, leaving me in to my black lace thong.

“Shit, that’s hot,” he breathed, looking down. I let a sexy smile grace my swollen lips, moving to kiss his neck. Derek’s hands pulled down my underwear and I felt his fingers run up and down my center. “You’re so wet.” His voice was low and dangerous. I bit back a gasp as he pushed two fingers into me, pumping them slowly. The nails of my free hand dug into the skin of his shoulder through his shirt.

“Fuck me already,” I whispered in his ear, need filling my voice. Derek growled again and removed his hand, placing himself at my entrance. I had to bit his shoulder to keep from moaning too loudly as he began to thrust into me, his hands digging into the flesh of my hips to keep me in place.  “Oh my god,” I breathed, my head falling back.

“You feel so good, Y/N,” Derek groaned, his eyes closed in pleasure. His pace picked up and he was practically slamming into me now. My fingers were tangled in his hair, holding him close to me and I began to build up. My feet dug into Derek’s thighs, encouraging him further. He brought a hand to rub my clit furiously, tossing me over the edge. I clenched around him, trying not to scream out his name as bliss coursed through my veins. Once I was back to Earth, I pushed Derek away from me, jumping from the counter and dropping to my knees the best I could. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth. Derek tangled a hand in my hair as I bobbed up and down his length quickly, wanting to get him off. I looked up at him with innocent eyes and he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, head falling back and eyes closed. I felt him twitch in my mouth and then he was releasing down my throat, curses falling from his beautiful mouth. I removed my lips with a pop and stood up. 

“That was fantastic,” I told him. We were both still breathing heavily.

“Hell yeah it was,” Derek agreed. “Good idea.” He shot me a wink and I couldn’t help but blush a bit. We fixed our clothes quickly and he left first. I waited a few minutes before walking out as well, sitting back in my seat. Derek was smiling like an idiot.

“Your hair is all messed up,” I told him, reaching over to try and fix it for him. He chuckled.

“Mine? You should see yours,” he replied, tucking some strands behind my ear. “We smell like sex, you know.” I let out a laugh.

“Good thing it’s dark so people don’t have to see us until we land,” I said. It silent for a bit and I turned to look out the window, the lights of cities illuminated below us. I felt Derek’s fingers lace with mine and a small smile came to my lips.

“I’d like to be able to see you again,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. I turned to look in his eyes, a hint of sadness mirrored in my own.

“I would like that, too.” We both knew it probably wouldn’t happen, but we could hope, right?

“What part of California are you from?” he asked softly, moving to look out the window with me again.

“I just moved actually,” I started. How did we not get to this before? “A town called Beacon Hills.”

“You’re kidding,” Derek replied, sitting up and staring right at me. His mouth was open a bit, his eyes wide. I furrowed my brow and shook my head.

“No, I just got a new job over there. Why?” My tone was cautious. A huge smile spread on his face.

“I live in Beacon Hills. Have all my life,” he said excitedly. My jaw dropped and I let out a laugh.

“What are the freaking chances!” I nearly yelled. Derek and I stayed that way for several moments, just grinning at each other, our hands still intertwined. 

“This is crazy,” he mumbled, shaking his head. I nodded my agreement. Excitement taking over, I leaned forward and pulled Derek’s lips to mine in a sweet kiss. 

Our plane landed soon, Derek and I both still ecstatic. He helped me with my carry on again and we walked off the plane together, his hand on my waist the whole time. We went down to baggage and got our things, heading for the exit.

“You know, my car is here in a holding lot,” he said, stopping to look at me. Our eyes were twinkling at each other. “Why don’t you let me give you a ride home?” He pulled my body to his. 

“I’d love that,” I replied, smiling up Derek’s happy expression. He leaned down and kissed me again before taking my hand and leading me out to his car.

How to Write a College-Level Paper: The Basics

by caffeinatemystudies

Hey everyone! I thought I would share some of the knowledge that I  gained in college how to write high quality essays. I hope these tips help!

Pay Attention to Assignment Details -

Professors normally give fairly extensive written directions for each paper or type of paper that they assign. Pay attention! Your professor’s directions are your best guide for writing your paper - it should include everything from content, to length, to format, to citation style. Read the directions before you start your paper. Read them again. Nothing is more embarrassing than losing points on an assignment, because you ignored simple directions.

Do you have any questions regarding what is expected of you? Go ask your professor or TA! That’s why they have office hours and give you their email. I personally prefer to ask questions about assignments via email initially. It allows me to list my specific questions/concerns and not worry that I forgot to ask something important. Additionally, it leaves me with a written answer that I can refer back to.

If your professor/TA doesn’t give you a sufficient answer via email I recommend going to their office hours to discuss any further confusion. Write down the answers they give you.

Know the Length of Paper You are Writing

The length of your paper will inform whether you should discuss a topic broadly, use all of the information given to you, or seek out more information.

Knowing the length of your paper is essential to how you should approach your paper. There is nothing worse trying to work with too much or too little information. Often you will be asked to write 1-2 page response/reflection papers or 3-5 essays answering a prompt on a topic that you just read 100+ pages on. This forces you to select what information to highlight when you write - in papers this length don’t try to cover everything. Stay relevant.

However, you could end up with an opposite problem, being asked to write 20+ pages and having only read 100 pages of assigned course material. In order to present information that is all relevant to your thesis, you may need to seek out more information.

Know Your Topic -

Before you can do anything you need to know what you are going to write on.

If your professor provided you with a prompt - you are in luck! You don’t have to spend time deciding what to write on, just how you are going to write about it.

If you have been given the freedom to choose your topic - decide on a general topic, but don’t establish your thesis until you have done some research.

Research First - Read Relevant Materials

There is nothing worse than deciding exactly what you want to write about and discovering that you don’t have access to information that supports the argument that you want to make. That’s why I recommend reading on the general topic you were assigned or have decided to research before you develop your argument. You want to make sure that you have adequate information to support your argument.

Every Paper Needs a Thesis -  

Every. Paper. Needs. A. Thesis. There are no exceptions. None. It tells the reader what your paper is about.

Knowing your thesis is also a valuable tool as you move on to outlining and selecting the information to include. Everything in your paper should serve to support and explain your thesis.

Now, I am going to skew everything that you learned in high school: your thesis does not need to be just one sentence. It also does not need to the the last sentence of your first paragraph - but it can be! The length of your thesis is dependent on how complex your argument is (which should related to the length of your paper).

Make sure your reader knows what the paper is about by the time they conclude the introduction.

Make an Outline

An outline helps you break down your topic into tangible pieces. For a shorter paragraph it may mean listing the argument that will be used in each paragraph. In a longer paragraph it may mean breaking your paper down into sections.

You don’t have to write it out, especially if it is a short and simple paper, but you should know the general organization that you are going to use for your paper. This also means deciding what arguments you are going to use to support your thesis, based on the research that you have done

Crafting an Introduction

Introductions are one of the least understood sections of a paper, which often frustrates writers. Understanding the purpose of an introduction can make writing one the easiest part of every paper. A good introduction can also serve as the road map for writing the rest of your paper.

A good introduction:

  • Provides context - Begin your introduction with an anecdote related to the topic. This will provide the reader with background knowledge of your topic and catch their attention all at once.
  • Tell the Reader What the Paper is About - Your introduction should tell your readers what your paper is about (your thesis). It may also provide a simple guide to the rest of your work if it is extensive.

Write the Body of Your Paper

This is the straightforward part of every paper. Make your case. Use examples that support your thesis.

Conclude Things

Bring your paper to an end by explaining how all of the arguments you shared within your paper work together to support your thesis. Your conclusion should make it clear that it’s not just one of the arguments that you made that explains your thesis. It’s the arguments combined. Sell it!

Leave your reader with something to think about. A call to action. Leave an impression on your reader.

Set Aside Some Time and Your Pride - Revise!

With how often college students end up cramming their assignments they often leave themselves with little or no time to revise. Don’t fall into this trap. You’re preventing your paper from being in its best form and there is nothing more embarrassing than a series of typos.

  • Proofread for mistakes - start by making sure that you haven’t accidentally left any sentences hanging by going between sections. Or accidentally typed the wrong word - Word won’t catch that for you!
  • Don’t be wed to the organization of your paper - be open to altering the order of your paper once you’ve written it. You may decide that it works better in another order. Literally cutting paragraphs apart and moving them around can be a fun exercise.
  • Re-Read your final draft - especially if you have made changes it is easy to leave awkward copy and pasting mistakes. Don’t leave yourself exposed to this awkward mistake.

Never Write Another Citation

Download the freeware Zoltero. You will thank me. It is 100% free and 100% safe. My university’s library taught students how to install and use it. It’s the real deal. It comes equipped with standard citation styles, but you can download extensions for literally any style. Even obscure citations styles (International Studies Association - I’m looking at you)

It has browser plug ins that allow you to pull the citation information from any web page with the single click of a button. You can type in the ISBN of a book to generate all of its citation information. Or you can manually enter or edit citation information. Zoltero will keep a full library of any sources that you have saved and you can create folders within it to organize your sources by project.

The best part is the Microsoft Word plug-in. Other programs will generate the citation for you, but you are still left playing with formatting and copying and pasting all of your citations. Never. Again. With the plug in simply click “add in-text citation” from that add-in bar. A box will pop up. You type in the title, author, or publisher of your source, and suggestions will begin appearing on a drop down menu. Select the correct source.

After you select the first source in each document it will ask you which citation style you would like to use and offer you options such as footnotes or endnotes depending on the style.

What’s better? When you’re done simply click “insert bibliography” and watch a works cited page that is properly formatted and organized based on the style you chose appear in your document in seconds.

Add or remove citations during an edit? Simply click “update bibliography” to updated your works cited page.

You’re welcome!

Keep your eyes open for my guides that offer more specific help on how to write different types of papers! They should be posted in the next few days!

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anonymous asked:

do you know of any drarry fics with Luna/Ginny as a side pairing? I don't even know how to look for this so I figured I would ask lol, thank you in advance :)

I know some! 

Always, the Breakfast Club by thecircusawaits (8k)
Neville Longbottom is the brain, Ginny Weasley is the athlete, Luna Lovegood is the basket case, Draco Malfoy is the Princess, and Harry Potter is the criminal. They all get a Saturday detention at Hogwarts High School - locked in the library and not supposed to use magic, move, or even breathe if Professor Snape got his way.

and this love we share by bubblylikesparklingcider (2k)
Healer Malfoy wants Auror Potter to take care of himself. Harry just wants to make it through Valentine’s Day.

Where You Lead by glittering_git (14k)
Draco just wanted to spend time with his best friends. Pansy just wanted Draco to be happy. Potter just wanted Draco. And maybe Draco wanted Potter too. A story about first-times, Muggle games, and the possibility of pursuing the things that scare you most.

There’s also A Hand Reaching Out by thethaumas, in which Ginny, Luna and Neville are in a polyamorous relationship. You can find more by using the filter options on ao3 and selecting Draco/Harry and Ginny/Luna as the pairings.
I’m just looking at the tag and i haven’t read these, but they seem fun as well;

Paranoia. by DracosApplePie (2k)
Seamus brings up a party game that he and the Gryffindors used to play in fifth year, Harry thinks it would be fun to play it again, in eighth year.
“Its a bit like Chinese whispers,” grinned Hermione, “You whisper any question to the person of your choice and they have to answer aloud, nobody else knows the question, just the answer. However you flip a sickle in the middle of the circle, goblin you keep quiet and we move on with the game, dragon you have to tell everyone what the question was.”

I Want Your Love by lealamalfoy (4k)
A party organised by two dating Gryffindors and a Slytherin can lead to many different combinations of people, one being Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.

Blue and Gold by hardcoredrarryshipper (0.5k)
When Hogwarts decides that Quidditch needs even more chaos, the decide to bring in a spell that will take two faces of two people with so much chemistry, it is almost certain they will end up together, and make them kiss. A modified version of a muggle “kiss cam”. I recommend reading Qudditch Kiss Cam first, or you might be a little lost! [Sequel to Qudditch Kiss Cam, which is a solo Drarry one shot]

[When They Cry] The First and Last Gift

“Oh, this takes me back… And it felt like just yesterday that I’d been playing around with Bern, too. I wonder when this much time passed. Oh well, whatever. I’m super thick paper.1 Rather than dwelling on memories of the past, I certainly, certainly have more fun tearing the wrapping off the chocolate called the future.”

Lambdadelta welcomed a rare guest.

It was one of the black cats that served under Bernkastel. It had come a long way, carrying a beautiful envelope in its mouth.

“Uh huh, you’ve got it. That letter of yours is addressed to me; I’m none other than the Witch of Certainty, Lambda-chan-sama. Thanks for coming all this way, little kitty. Which would you like as your reward: chocolate senbei or chocolate arare? Oh, you don’t want anything? Hmm, that so.”

Cats can’t eat chocolate. The black hat hung its head apologetically.

“Still, I never thought I’d see the day when that girl sent me a letter. I wonder what’s gotten into her. Maybe she was on the very verge of death by boredom, and writing a letter was the only idea she could come up with? …No, that would never happen with her. I get it now. She wants to bully me in a new game of hers, doesn’t she?”

With a nasty smile on her face, Lambdadelta tapped the black cat on the nose. Of course, there was no way that the cat who delivered the letter could know what its contents were.

When Lambdadelta opened the envelope, a sparkling Fragment came rolling out in addition to the letter itself.

“My, my. Now here’s something interesting.”

Indeed, this was a Fragment—the crystallization of a single world, extracted from among the myriad of multicolored universes in existence. Heheh, I wonder what kind of world this Fragment contains. It has a pretty unique radiance to it.

“Not a bad idea, coming from her. Now then, let me take a look at this letter…”

To my only friend, Lambdadelta,

Knowing you, I can’t imagine you’ve been laid low by the illness of boredom. Still, you are quite thick sometimes. I’m sure you’d start sulking if I didn’t play with you every once in awhile.

“Look who’s talking. …I see now. You got lonely because I stopped paying attention to you for awhile, didn’t you? Heheheh, Bern is so cute.”

That’s why, in a rare bout of compassion, I’ve deigned to concern myself with you.

Say, Lambda. How would you like to play with a Fragment I’ve sent, as a gift from me to you? Of course, you’re free to consider it a simple way of killing time. You may consider it a written challenge, or you may consider it a care package. You can even think of it as a crystallization of my love for you, if you like. Do as you see fit.

“Aa~h!! I can’t believe you missed me this much! Heheheh, I love you, too, Bern♪ Alrighty, what’s next? How am I supposed to play around with this Fragment?”

The way to play with this Fragment is quite simple. The victory condition is quite simple, as well. If you can make it out alive, you win. See? Even someone as thick as you shouldn’t have any difficulty playing along.

“Hmm… In other words, whether you have to drink mud, or whether you have every limb ripped from your body and end up crawling the ground like a worm, you just have to make it out alive in the end? Those kinds of games are my specialty, you know. It’s not like you don’t already know that. …If she’s throwing down the gauntlet in spite of that, I guess this really is a written challenge, after all. Oh, she is just the cutest thing.”

I do hope you enjoy the Fragment.

Well then, I’ll see you again someday. When they cry.

The letter ended there.

After reading that, there was nothing left but to take her up on the challenge. It had been awhile since Lambdadelta had played around with a game board of substance. Since Bernkastel had gone out of her way to pass it along, it was sure to be an entertaining one.

Lambdadelta touched the Fragment.

The moment she did, an array of constellations was suspended in the air, pivoting around the Fragment and forming a miniature galaxy.

“…Oh, now this is nostalgic. So the stage is set in the Japanese countryside. Reminds me of Hinamizawa. …Though, it looks like this place is more desolate than Hinamizawa ever was. …Right then, time to pick my piece. Which one should I choose?”

Lambdadelta held out a hand, and white, black, blue, and red pieces in various shapes and sizes, reminiscent of chess, appeared in the air.

“Which one would be best? …Hmm…”

To participate in a game within a Fragment, you first must send in a piece. In other words, this was much like the character select screen of a video game.

After folding her arms and giving it some deep thought, she eventually settled on a black piece.

She wasn’t sure of the situation, but if the point of the game was to survive, she figured her best option would be a sturdy, clever all-rounder with a strong desire to live.

“…In which case, it’s gotta be this piece. Let’s go, my other self.”

She plucked the piece out of midair, then tossed it into the galaxy.

As soon as she did, an infinite number of dazzling lights scattered about, and within a moment, the world was completely buried in a sea of stars.

Within those bright lights, Lambdadelta’s consciousness was sucked away…





Across from the Six Jizo2, there was a small basin for washing hands. That was the entrance to the village.

I stopped my motorcycle there. I was anxious to enjoy the scenery down to the very soles of my feet.

The hue of the mountains was interwoven with the thick green of the trees. Come sunset, it was sure to cycle through various other shades and colors, creating a feast for the eyes. Although the sun was beating down strongly, there was something cool and refreshing about the air.

Nice scenery, and nice air.

Oh, whoops, that’s right. You’re not supposed to say that sort of thing aloud. It’s rude to the people who live in the country.

…Or wait, maybe it is alright. After all, if I can’t say that, I’m not allowed to enter.

And so, I dared to put it into words.

“Nice scenery. Nice air. …Hehehe.”

I put down my backpack for a moment and took out my prized research notebook. I’d been researching this village for a long time, but this would be the first time I’d actually set foot inside it.

I’d been studying the village, but I never went to visit it? If you think about it normally, it doesn’t make much sense. It’s the same sort of foolishness as trying to envision what a cake tastes like just from reading the recipe.

Still. …If you simply eat a cake, you can learn what it tastes like. You can make a record of it, too. But what if it weren’t a cake, but some strange, sludgy mystery item? There would be no telling if it was even edible, let alone what it tastes like. No, worse than that, it’d practically be emitting a skull-shaped cloud of smoke.

If it were some unidentifiable item… you’d save eating it for the very last step, wouldn’t you?

That was the reason.

That was why only now, for the very first time, I had finally come to this village.

After performing sufficient research and preparations… I would finally get a taste of this mystery item…

Oh, right, it’s about time I introduce “myself.”

My name is Miyoko Takano. I’m a carefree, freewheeling occult researcher and traveler. A lovely bachelorette who enjoys researching any and all legends that have a whiff of the occult, originating from the many different regions of Japan.

I’m of the age where, typically, I’d be expected to be a working woman. However, it seems I was born lucky.

My grandfather left behind a tremendous fortune when he passed away. He specifically named me in his will, and entrusted me with a large enough sum of money to buy a mansion anywhere in Japan. Thanks to that, my life is different from the average person. I don’t have to earn my own living expenses, whittling away my life doing things I don’t want to just for the sake of staying alive. I can devote the entirety of my existence to my life’s work.

See? If that’s not being born lucky, then what is? Hehehe.

Though… It’s likely I wasn’t really born with that luck.

“I’ve had it since I collected these.”

I took something wrapped in a handkerchief out of my breast pocket and cradled it against my chest. I gently opened up the handkerchief, showing a glimpse of several miniature country flags. …They were the twenty flags I had collected from kid’s meals as a child. My own special lucky charm, and the only one of its kind.

That’s why everything will certainly turn out okay in the end. I will certainly, certainly reach my goal.

…Right then. Shall I give you a brief sightseeing tour?

To that side, you can see the village’s entrance, marked by the six Jizos. The “rules” of this village come into effect starting there.

The first one involves this hand-washing basin.

Yes. As you can see, it’s just like the temizuya3 you’ll often see around shrines. Naturally, the etiquette is quite similar, as well. You scoop up water with the ladle and cleanse the impurities from your hands.

In olden times, this area was a revered as a holy ground—a snowy mountain where ascetics would come seclude themselves. The guardians of said holy ground eventually decided to build a village here, and that’s how this place came to be. According to legend, all the current villagers are the descendants of those guardians. The older villagers take that responsibility seriously, and to ensure that they don’t carry any impurities onto these grounds—or perhaps to ensure they themselves are not impure—they live by strict rules.

But even that strict lifestyle of theirs, said to have continued for hundreds of years, couldn’t remain untouched by the radical changes that came with the Showa period. The younger villagers, who learned about life in the outside world through television or school, found the strict precepts to be a mere nuisance. Even without the rules, there was nothing to keep youngsters tied down to a village way out in the sticks, so far in the middle of nowhere.

With no way to prevent the younger generation’s exodus, the village suffered heavy depopulation after World War II. By the end of it, the elderly villagers were the only ones left. And even their numbers continue to slowly dwindle as they die off from old age.

The population keeps decreasing, with no hopes of drawing in new blood.

Of course, with the way country life has been romanticized in recent years, there must be a fair share of whimsical people looking to move out to a backwater like this. However… this is a village that belongs to the descendants of the guardians of a holy land. It’s absolutely no place for a weak-willed urbanite that came along after tiring of city life, looking to take it easy and do some farming. It would be too difficult for an outsider to uphold every single one of the village’s rules.

Fortunately, the rules themselves aren’t all that unusual, and they aren’t especially difficult to understand.

What is difficult to understand is the intolerant attitude of the villagers, who will ostracize anyone who fails to obey the rules down to the letter.

The very first of those rules has to do with this hand-washing basin. So as to avoid bringing impurities into the village, everyone must cleanse their hands here upon entry.

That by itself isn’t so hard to understand.

The problem is how strictly the village enforces it, no matter what the situation.

As you can see, this is right in the middle of the road that leads into the village. Any rational person could see how inconvenient it would be to park your car here and get out just to wash your hands. It would be even worse during times when it’s snowing or raining, or when you’re exhausted and just want to get home.

And yet, the villagers won’t let you skip out on that troublesome task even once.

Whenever someone new moves into the village, the elders will watch over them to make sure they don’t break any rules.

And if they do something wrong? They’re ostracized. Or, no, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that they go under a full assault. They bombard the poor newcomer with all sorts of harassment, until they finally succeed in driving them out of the village.

People vital to the village, like doctors, are no exception. There are no doctors residing in the village, but every now and then, a brave one will come make a visit. Of course, the villagers always welcome them with open arms, and they’ll helpfully go over the rules with them beforehand.

…But the moment they break even one of those rules, the villager’s attitudes will do a complete 180, and they’ll commence their full-frontal attack. That’s why not a single doctor has ever settled down in the village.

Unsurprisingly, this vicious treatment seems to soften a bit when directed towards family and friends. It seems the former children of the village were able to get off with no more than a severe scolding. Of course, although it may have been “softer” in comparison, it was still much harsher than your typical spanking. There are some elders in the village who still have scars left over from when they were disciplined.

In other words, there’s no getting out of the punishment, but they at least won’t exile their own from the village.

Unlike outsiders, the villagers are all, in theory, the descendants of those guardians of the sacred ground. They must believe that they’re all fundamentally capable of reform.

After hearing all that, it’s easy to imagine this as a horrifying village, ruled by fear and precepts, but the villagers who live there now don’t see it that way. To them, the rules are as natural as breathing, and the way things should be. As such, they don’t consider it suffocating in the least, instead simply following along with the rules as part of everyday life.

You could say it’s similar to how you must always take off your shoes at the entrance to someone’s home. If you’re Japanese, that’s just the norm. You won’t find a single Japanese person who finds that “rule” to be oppressive. There aren’t any Japanese people who feel reluctant to say “itadakimasu” before a meal, nor are there any who will refuse to say “thank you” after someone does them a favor. Those rules of theirs, which seem horribly unreasonable by our standards, are just an extremely typical part of daily life to the village elders.

So in the eyes of the people who live here, stopping your car at the entrance and washing your hands upon returning to the village is the norm, and something that absolutely must be done.

The villagers themselves are a given, but other people who drop by the village, like mailmen or government officials, aren’t allowed to skip out on it, either.

That’s just how the rules are. Anyone who questions that wouldn’t be able to get by here.

Fortunately enough, most of the rules don’t become relevant unless you do start living here. If you don’t enter a house, you don’t have to worry about taking off your shoes; if you don’t eat, there’s no reason to say “itadakimasu”; if you don’t let other people take care of things for you, you don’t have to say “thank you”… It’s like that.

When it comes to a homeless traveler like me, there are hardly any rules that can apply outside of the one surrounding this hand-washing basin. In a sense, perhaps you could consider that the single show of mercy from a village hard on outsiders.

However, in my view, it’s simply in the village’s blind spot.

Whimsical travelers aren’t expected to be wandering into this village in the first place. While the scenery and atmosphere here, deep in the mountains, may be more stunning than the average town, there are many far more breathtaking locations in Japan.

There are no scenic views or tourist spots here. Nobody visits this place except for the villagers; it’s a dead end, with nothing but mountains behind it.

Knowing all that, the least a traveler like me can do is obey the simple rule of washing my hands and show this land the respect it deserves. That’s what any normal traveler would do.

I picked up the ladle and scooped up some water.

“I’m awfully sorry.”

…I’m not any normal traveler.

The ladle fell out of Takano’s hands.

It didn’t just fall on its own. She dropped it.

The ladle hit the ground with a loud enough clatter to startle even the object itself, rolling across the earth. That sound rang out loud and clear.

…It was loud enough that if anyone had been standing watch to make sure an outsider didn’t break the rules, there was no way they could have missed it.

But Takano merely laughed. She gave a crisp laugh, just as if that display of rudeness had been the proper thing to do. She had intentionally thrown that ladle, meant to cleanse away filth and impurities, onto the ground…

“I do hope this will suffice as a greeting. …Hehehe.”

Takano straddled her motorcycle once more.

It was doubtful that she would be able to stay with any of the locals, but there were sure to be some empty houses inside the depopulated village. Takano had brought along all the equipment she would need for camping, so as long as she could find shelter from the evening dew, she wouldn’t need anything else.

“…Well then. I wonder when they’ll be coming. I can hardly wait.”

Takano’s bold smile was hidden underneath her full-face helmet.

Her motorcycle took off, and she disappeared into the village…


Chiharu Nakamura had moved to the village the previous year, immediately after graduating high school.

As far as why I moved here… well, I’m not particularly keen on explaining it. Most people would just give me a dubious look if I told them the real reason.

Both my parents are predisposed to depression. They were always searching for some kind of crutch, hoping they would one day be shown the path to something they could believe in. As such, it’s probably no surprise that they came to put fortune-tellers and psychics on some sort of pedestal.

Before long, they were putting all their stock in one particular fortune-teller. Often attending the seminar he hosted, they would take to heart all his fortunes about how their current job wasn’t good for them or there were bad vibes surrounding their family life, and they started purchasing shady objects like spiritual urns in bulk. By the end of it all, they even believed in the prophecy that it was their true destiny to live out a simple life doing farming in the far-off country, free of all ties and obligations.

I don’t know why the fortune-teller picked out this village in particular. I’m willing to bet that he hung a map on his wall, threw a dart, and went with wherever it landed. Either way, I know for a fact that his prophecy is what convinced them to move here.

Thanks to that, the five of us Nakamuras (me, my parents, and my two older brothers) moved out to this strange, empty village.

My brothers haven’t been bothered by it in the least.

My eldest brother is still stuck in a deep depression due to severe bullying he faced in middle school. For the record, it was when my parents were trying to figure out what to do about that that they first turned to fortune-telling. For that reason, my oldest brother has just as much blind faith in the prophecy as my parents do.

The younger of my two brothers was another victim of bullying. While he didn’t fall into a depression, he came out of it a pretty bitter person, so he was more than happy to start living like a hermit out in the middle of nowhere.

So, of course, there wasn’t a whole lot I could say as the odd person out.

…Really, there’s probably a part of me that gets easily depressed, just like the rest of my family. So I must have felt tired of living in the city, or bored of ordinary life… or I thought I’d be able to get a fresh start in a remote village… so I left the decision up to everyone else, hoping it would lead to some sort of change in my life.

And so, our family packed up and moved out to this village. We moved to this strange, stifling village, steeped in restrictions and with a rule for everything.

The elders of the village are incredibly narrow-minded and unaccommodating. As such, you can’t break any of the rules where one of the villagers might see. Whenever one of the rules is about to slip your mind, there’s always someone watching, ready to chew you out at the top of their lungs.

They expect regular worship before the Jizo statue or the miniature shrine, help carrying out certain rituals, and all sorts of other things. I’m not from around here, so it would be nice if they’d explain things a little more patiently, but they don’t seem to care. They just berate me as if I’m the one lacking common sense.

That’s why 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, you have to make sure that you constantly honor the spirits of your ancestors and never offend the gods or the Buddha, all based on the religious beliefs of the village. It’s no wonder that the younger villagers never come back after they leave for the city.

I completely intend to do as the Romans do here. But every now and then, I just happen to forget tiny little rules (actually, it would be more accurate to just call it “etiquette,” in this case), no harm intended. The villagers used to nag me to death whenever they saw that happen, but once I started ignoring them, they eventually stopped saying anything.

I’m perfectly fine with being ostracized. It’s not like I moved here for the sake of mingling with the villagers. I only ended up here because of a prophecy my parents heard.

My family doesn’t seem to have any problems with this stifling, tiring, and strange village. They’ve always been happier having their lives dictated by divine forces or whatever in the first place. I guess it’s easier on them when what they have to do is clearly laid out in front of them, no matter how harsh it may be. The thing that my family has the hardest time with is being expected to respond to someone else’s circumstances or mood on the fly.

Of course, they’re just playing along on the surface. They don’t genuinely revere the gods or anyone’s ancestors. After all, what they really worship is that sun god of destiny that Mr. Soothsaying Guru always went on about, the great Yada-Yada-So-And-So.

Just like that, we slowly adapted to life in this suffocating village, and soon enough, a year had passed…

“…Mm…? What…? What time is it…?”

“Come on, wake up! You’ve gotta get up, Chiharu, it’s incredible! Just look…!”

I glanced at the clock, and it wasn’t even 6 AM yet. It seemed my brother was making a fuss after looking out at the sunrise.

…I’ll admit that the New Year’s sunrise is worth seeing, but if it’s any other day of the year, I couldn’t care less.

I tried to go back to sleep, but my brother wouldn’t give it a rest. I felt like complaining to my mom, but unfortunately, she had left for a three-day, two-night hot springs vacation with a friend just the previous day.

Whatever. I’ll get up. I gave in, knowing my oldest brother didn’t have much capacity for picking up on other people’s feelings.

“Yaaaawn. …What’s so incredible…?”

When I came over to look, I saw my dad and my other brother both staring up at the freshly risen morning sun, using their hands to shield their eyes.

…What? Is it a solar eclipse or something? But there’s no reason to wake me up this early for that…



I was dumbstruck. I stared directly at where the sun sat in the sky, letting it burn itself into my eyes.

However, there was more than just one sun burned into the backs of my eyelids…

“There’s… t… two suns…”

Almost like a pair of eyes, two suns were lined up across from each other in the sky.

Is this… even possible…?! I can’t believe it. I’ve never heard of a phenomenon like this… Is it some kind of mirage? But if I remember right, mirages usually distort an image vertically… …I’ve never heard of one… that goes sideways…

While we were staring out the window in amazement, our neighbor caught sight of us.

Our next door neighbor is Suzuki-san, an old man living together with his son. They moved here around the same time we did. The reason they moved was just about the same, too. In other words, we’re both victims of the same fortune-teller.

“Hey there, g’morning to you, Nakamura-san…! Well… isn’t this a strange sight…!”

“Good morning… I really… wonder what this is all about…”

There was no way we could know that.

The Nakamura household and the Suzuki household—a total of six people—looked up at the two suns in awe, without a care for protecting our eyes…


“…Now isn’t this an interesting sight.”

Takano, too, was staring out at the double sunrise through a pair of sunglasses. However, neither surprise nor alarm was reflected in her expression.

There was only fearless admiration.

Admiration of her own strong luck, which never ceased to amaze even her.

“This saves me the trouble of loitering around for however many days.”

In a worst case scenario, she had expected to spend several weeks killing time in this boring village, but it had only taken her one night to bear witness to it.

Takano double-checked her belongings and gathered them all together. The contents of her luggage were more than enough to get her stopped by a police officer, with everything ranging from a large knife to a shotgun designed for hunting.

Her adventure had already begun back when she started making her preparations. Thus, she had arranged for every bit of equipment she was able to obtain and carry within Japan. Of course, she had also packed plenty of tools to satisfy her sense of intellectual curiosity, like cameras, notebooks, and research files.

However, her motorcycle had stopped working. The engine wouldn’t start. No matter how she coaxed it, it wouldn’t give the slightest response.

It suddenly broke down, even though it had been driving so smoothly just the other day? There was something clearly unnatural about it.

“…So you want me to do the rest of the journey on my own feet, hm? Hehe.”

Now, where to begin? I suppose a little exploring comes first. Takano began a leisurely walk down the road. If only it weren’t for the shotgun she had strapped to her back, it might have looked like a lovely stroll under the morning sun.

The village was unbelievably quiet. There was the sound of the wind rustling tree branches… but beyond that, there wasn’t a single noise created by another living being. It was unthinkable not to hear so much as a bird chirping so deep in the mountains.

As such… people’s voices carried very clearly.

Takano heard someone screaming in a shrill tone. The voice was steadily drawing closer. Without the slightest flinch in her bold expression, she readied her shotgun.

The voice belonged to a girl. She was walking along, shouting, “Is there anyone here?” over and over.

Anyone would assume that she was human. A frail, 100% human young girl.

However, the “game” had already begun.

And so, in accordance with the rules of the game, Takano chose to show herself. She jumped out from the bushes, pointing her gun and confronting the approaching figure.

As a perfectly natural result, the girl was incredibly startled.


“Good morning. Isn’t it a lovely morning with two suns shining down?”

“W-W-What is this, what’s going on…?! …I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please forgive me…!”

The girl seemed to think that she had stumbled onto some sort of forbidden ground in the village, and that’s why she was being threatened with a gun.

The sight of the frightened girl falling on her backside was quite gratifying, so I satisfied myself with that and lowered my gun.

“What’s your name?”

“N-Nakamura. I’m Chiharu Nakamura. Um, I-I just moved here last year…!”

“Aha, I see… My condolences.”

Takano grinned, having come to some sort of understanding. Chiharu didn’t have a clue what was going on, but she relaxed a little after the other woman lowered her gun, slowly getting back up on her feet.

And once she was able to get a good look at Takano’s appearance, she realized she wasn’t someone from the village.

“Um… Who are you…?”

“Miyoko Takano. You can just call me Miyoko, Chiharu.”

“M-Miyoko-san, you’re… haaah… I’m so glad. I really thought… there wasn’t anyone else left…”

“What do you mean?”

“W-Well… Our neighbors are all gone. All the houses except for ours and Suzuki-san’s are empty…! They left their front doors wide open, too, so we were wondering if they all went off somewhere…”

“Who is Suzuki-san?”

“U-Uh, he’s someone who moved here at the same time as us, about a year ago. He’s an old man living with his son…”

“I see. So there’s no sign of anyone besides your two families, hm?”

There were many early risers among the village elders. Knowing that, there should have been gatherings of people looking up at the two suns, legitimately thunderstruck. And yet, it had quickly become apparent that there was no one else around. Every house was completely deserted, and all the villagers had disappeared when no one was looking… Once they noticed that, the two families had started searching around the village to see if anyone else was still there.

“You probably aren’t going to find anyone else.”

“…Where… did they all go…? …I wonder if this is some kind of event. Maybe they’re off holding a festival somewhere, and we just don’t know about it…”

“But as far as I know, this village doesn’t hold any festivals like that.”

“Is… that so?”

“They’re probably in the mountains.”

“The mountains?”

“Don’t worry about it. Besides, whether you go searching for them or not, they’re going to come to us sooner or later.”

Chiharu was completely thrown for a loop. Still, she could see that Takano was keeping her cool despite the situation.

“Um… Would you like to come back to our house? In times like this, I think it’s best to stick together…”

“…That’s true. I suppose any help would be welcome.”

Takano preferred working alone, but she figured there was no harm in meeting Chiharu’s family. Knowing what was about to happen… she would need all the help she could get.

“T-Then, let’s go. …It’s this way.”

“Oh, wait just a moment.”

Takano took out her notebook and started moving her pen across the page.

“‘Day one, early morning. Met with the first villager, Chiharu Nakamura.’ There.”

After that, she closed the notebook, then paused with her pen in midair as she tried to think of something to write on the cover.

“I saw some fireflies out last night.”

“On some nights, you can see really pretty fireflies in the village…”

“They really were pretty. The way the dim green lights danced about was simply beautiful.”

…That’s it. Fireflies. Firefly lights.

Takano’s pen glided over the cover of the notebook. That was the title.

When the Fireflies Glow.

1Lambdadelta’s iconic “super paper” line is actually a pun; the word used for “paper” can also mean “stupid,” giving it a double meaning that gets exploited a lot. “Super thick paper” is my best attempt at preserving that in English.

2Jizo are statues—made in the likeness of the bodhisattva known by the same name in Japan—often found by roadsides and cemeteries in Japan. They are known as the guardian of children and protector of travelers, and they are often found in sets of six.

3A temizuya is a water pavilion found near Shinto shrines, used by worshippers to wash their hands and mouth as a way of purifying themselves before approaching the shrine. The pavilion usually consists of a large basin filled with water and some ladles for scooping up the water.

The Good Life ~ Calum Hood (Requested)

Request: Cal imagine where you’re known as a cold hearted bitch that doesn’t give boys the time of day but he doesn’t care cuz he loves you & he follows you around & buys you gifts and stuff & the boys tell him it’s hopeless but he won’t give up & you realize you love him

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(Sorry l’m on phone so l can add photos so we’ll just do it this way)


When you reblog/post/edit/etc something, it takes out the entire space. You can’t choose ie. “save to draft/queue” immediately, without having to go back after selecting the prefered option.
When reblogging something, it doesn’t show what you want to reblog, like not even the text (before it sometimes wouldn’t show the photo/gifset, but it would show the text and IT WOULDN’T TAKE UP UR ENTIRE SCREEN WTF TUMBLR)

When adding tags, which is what is the biggest flaw with this update, you basically have to write everything. Before there was like key-tags which made it a lot easier and faster to reblog and you didn’t have to worry about misspelling or mistyping something on your way because it was all right there. Now you have to write out a lot, swipe through the new “key tags option”, and be lucky if you find the tag you needed like 30 tags away. You also have to click delete a bunch of times to delete a tag which is just shitty annoying.

Draft now also takes out all the screen space. Before you could edit your draft a lot easier than on computer. Not anymore. Before, you could even catch up on new posts while dealing with your drafts, but not anymore. The little bar menu is no longer an option, and notification no longer pop up.
Also, the little bar tool that pops up when you post/save/etc something; you can’t push that down so it’s semi-hidden anymore, now it just keeps popping up.

And l also found out apparently l can’t reply to posts, or at least not my own posts anymore either?


I see a lot of people disconnect as soon as they see some other character, and I would like to remind you all that there is a CHARACTER SELECTION OPTION that lets you CHOOSE WHICH OTHER CHARACTERS TO FILTER OUT.

If you are okay with roleplaying with anyone EXCEPT ONE PARTICULAR CHARACTER, you can select everyone except that character. As shown.

Say you don’t like Kankri.



The 23 Questions I Ask Everybody I Meet In Order To Decide If I Can Really Love Them
  1. Let us assume you met a rudimentary magician. Let us assume he can do five simple tricks he can pull a rabbit out of his hat, he can make a coin disappear, he can turn the ace of spades into the Joker card, and two others in a similar vein. There are his only tricks and he cant learn any more; he can only do these five. HOWEVER, it turns out hes doing these five tricks with real magic. Its not an illusion; he can actually conjure the bunny out of the other and he can move the coin through space. Hes legitimately magical, but extremely limited in scope and influence. Would this person be more impressive than Albert Einstein? 

  2. Let us assume a fully grown, completely healthy Clydesdale horse has his hooves shackled to the ground while he head is held in place with thick rope. He is conscious and standing upright, but he is completely immobile. And let us assume that for some reason every political prisoner on earth (as cited by Amnesty International) will be released from captivity if you can kick this horse to death in less than twenty minutes. You are allowed to wear steel-toed boots. Would you attempt to do this? 

  3. Let us assume there are two boxes on a table. In one box, there is a relatively normal turtle; in the other, Adolf Hitlers skull. You have to select one of these items for your home. If you select the turtle, you cant give it away and you have to keep it alive for two years; if either of these parameters are not met, you will be fined $999 by the state. If you select Hitlers skull, you are required to display it in a semi-prominent location in your living room for the same amount of time, although you will be paid a stipend of $120 per month for doing so. Display of the skull must be apolitical. Which option do you select? 

  4. Genetic engineers at Johns Hopkins University have developed a so-called super gorilla. Though the animal cannot speak, it has a sign language lexicon of over twelve thousand words, and an IQ of almost 85, and most notably a vague sense of self-awareness. Oddly, the creature (who weighs seven hundred pounds) becomes fascinated by football. The gorilla aspires to play the game at its highest level and quickly develops the rudimentary skills of a defensive end. ESPN analyst Tom Jackson speculates that this gorilla would be borderline unblockable and would likely average six sacks a game (although Jackson concedes the beast might be susceptible to counters and misdirection plays). Meanwhile, the gorilla has made is clear he would never intentionally injure any opponent. You are commissioner of the NFL: Would you allow this gorilla to sign with the Oakland Raiders? 

  5. You meet your soul mate. However, there is a catch: Every three years, someone will break both of your soul mates collarbones with a Crescent wrench, and there is only one way you can stop this from happening: You must swallow a pill that will make every song you hear for the rest of your life sound as if its being performed by the band Alice in Chains. When you hear Creedence Clearwater Revival on the radio, it will sound (to your ears) like its being played by Alice in Chains. If you see Radiohead live, every one of the tunes will sound like its being covered by Alice in Chains. When you hear a commercial jingle on TV, it will sound like Alice in Chains; if you sing to yourself in the shower, your voice will sound like deceased Alice vocalist Layne Staley performing a capella (but it will only sound this way to you). Would you swallow the pill? 

  6. At long last, somebody invents the dream VCR. This machine allows you to tape an entire evenings worth of your own dreams, which you can then watch at your leisure. However, the inventor of the dream VCR will only allow you to use this device if you agree to a strange caveat: When you watch your dreams, you must do so with your family and your closest friends in the same room. They get to watch your dreams along with you. And if you dont agree to this, you cant use the dream VCR. Would you still do this? 

  7. Defying all expectation, a group of Scottish marine biologists capture a live Loch Ness Monster. In an almost unbelievable coincidence, a bear hunter shoots a Sasquatch in the thigh, thereby allowing zoologists to take the furry monster into captivity. These events happen on the same afternoon. That evening, the president announces he may have thyroid cancer and will undergo a biopsy later that week. You are the front-page editor of The New York Times: What do you play as the biggest story? 

  8. You meet the perfect person. Romantically, this person is ideal; You find them physically attractive, intellectually stimulating, consistently funny, and deeply compassionate. However, they are one quirk: This individual is obsessed with Jim Hensons gothic puppet fantasy The Dark Crystal. Beyond watching it on DVD at least once a month, he/she peppers casual conversation with Dark Crystal references, uses Dark Crystal analogies to explain everyday events, and occasionally likes to talk intensely about the films deeper philosophy. Would this be enough to stop you from marrying this individual? 

  9. A novel titled Interior Mirror is released to mammoth commercial success (despite middling reviews). However, a curious social trend emerges: Though no one can prove a direct scientific link, it appears that almost 30 percent of the people who read this book immediately become homosexual. Many of the newfound homosexuals credit the book for helping them reach this conclusion about their orientation, despite the fact that Interior Mirror is ostensibly a crime novel with no homoerotic content (and was written by a straight man). Would this phenomenon increase (or decrease) the likelihood of you reading this book? 

  10. This is the opening line of Jay McInerneys Bright Lights, Big City: You are not the kind of guy who would be in a place like this at this time of the morning. Think about that line in the context of the novel (assuming youre read it). Now go to your CD collection and find Hearts Little Queen album (assuming you own it). Listen to the opening riff to Barracuda. Which of these two introductions is a higher form of art? 

  11. You are watching a movie in a crowded theater. Though the plot is mediocre, you find yourself dazzled by the special effects. But with twenty minutes left in the film, you are struck with an undeniable feeling of doom: You are suddenly certain your mother has just died. There is no logical reason for this to be true, but you are certain of it. You are overtaken with the irrational metaphysical sense that somewhere your mom has just perished. But this is only an intuitive, amorphous feeling; there is no evidence for this, and your mother has not been ill. Would you immediately exit the theater, or would you finish watching the movie? 

  12. You meet a wizard in downtown Chicago. The wizard tells you he can make you more attractive if you pay him money. When you ask how this process works, the wizard points to a random person on the street. You look at this random person. The wizard says. I will now make them a dollar more attractive. He waves his magic wand. Ostensibly, this person does not change at all; as far as you can tell, nothing is different. But somehow- this person is suddenly a little more appealing. The tangible difference is invisible to the naked eye, but you cant deny that this person is vaguely sexier. This wizard has a weird rule though you can only pay him once. You cant keep paying giving him money until youre satisfied. You can only pay him one lump sum up front. How much cash do you give the wizard? 

  13. Every person you have ever slept with is invited to a banquet where you are the guest of honor. No one will be in attendance except for you, the collection of former lovers, and the catering service. After the meal, you are asked to give a fifteen-minute speech to the assembly. What do you talk about? 

  14. For reasons that cannot be explained, cats can suddenly read at a twelfth-grade level. They cant talk and they cant write, but they can read silently and comprehend the text. Many cats love this new skill, because they now have something to do all day while they lay around the house; however, a few cats become depressed, because reading forces them to realize the limitations of their existence (not to mention utter frustration of being unable to express themselves). This being the case, do you this the average cat would enjoy Garfield, or would cats find the cartoon to be an insulting caricature? 

  15. You have a brain tumor. Though there is no discomfort at the moment, this tumor would unquestionably kill you in six months. However, your life can (and will) be saved by an operation; the only downside is there will be a brutal incision to your frontal lobe. After the surgery, you will be significantly less intelligent. You will be a fully functioning adult, but you will be less logical, you will have a terrible memory, and you will have little ability to understand complex concepts of difficult ideas. The surgery is in two weeks. How do you spend the next fourteen days? 

  16. Someone builds an optical portal that allows you to see a vision of your own life in the future (it is essentially a crystal ball that shows you a randomly selected image of what your life will be like in twenty years). You can only see into this portal for thirty seconds. When you peer into the crystal, you see yourself in a living room, two decades older than you are today. You are watching Canadian football game, and you are extremely happy. You are wearing a CFL jersey. You chair is surrounded by CFL books and magazines that promote the Canadian Football League, and there are CFL pennants covering your walls. You are alone in the room, but you are gleefully muttering about historical moments in Canadian football history. It becomes clear that for some unknown reason you have become obsessed with Canadian football. And this future is static and absolute, no matter what you do, this future will happen. The optical portal is never wrong. This destiny cannot be changed. The next day, you are flipping through television channels and randomly come across a pre-season CFL game between the Toronto Argonauts and the Saskatchewan Roughriders. Knowing your inevitable future, do you now watch it? 

  17. You are sitting in an empty bar (in a town youve never before visited), drinking Bacardi with a soft-spoken acquaintance you barely know. After an hour, a third individual walks into the tavern and sits by himself, and you ask your acquaintance who the new man is. Be careful of that guy, you are told. He is a man with a past. A few minutes later, a fourth person enters the bar; he also sits alone. You ask your acquaintance who this new individual is. Be careful of that guy too, he says. He is a man with no past. Which of these two people do you trust less? 

  18. You have won a prize. The prize has two options, and you can choose either (but not both). The first option is a year in Europe with a monthly stipend of $2,000. The second option is ten minutes on the moon. Which option do you select? 

  19. Your best friend is taking a nap on the floor of your living room. Suddenly, you are faced with a bizarre existential problem: This friend is going to die unless you kick them (as hard as you can) in the rib cage. If you dont kick them while they slumber, they will never wake up. However, you can never explain this to your friend; if you later inform them that you did this to save their life, they will also die from that. So you have to kick a sleeping friend in the ribs, and you cant tell them why. Since you cannot tell your friend the truth, what excuse will you fabricate to explain this (seemingly inexplicable) attack? 

  20. For whatever the reason, two unauthorized movies are made about your life. The first is an independently released documentary, primarily comprised of interviews with people who know you and bootleg footage from your actual life. Critics are describing the documentary as brutally honest and relentlessly fair. Meanwhile, Columbia Tri-Star has produced a big-budget biopic about your life, casting major Hollywood stars as you and all your acquaintances; though the movie is based on actual events, screenwriters have taken some liberties with the facts. Critics are split on the artistic merits of this fictionalized account, but audiences love it. Which film would you be most interested in seeing? 

  21. Imagine you could go back to the age of five and relive the rest of your life, knowing everything you know now. You will reexperience your entire adolescence with both the cognitive ability of an adult and the memories of everything youve learned from having lived your life previously. Would you lose your virginity earlier or later than you did the first time around (and by how many years)? 

  22. You work in an office. Generally, you are popular with your coworkers. However, you discover that there are currently two rumors circulating in the office gossip mill, and both involve you. The first rumor is that you got drunk at the office holiday party and had sex with one of your married coworkers. This rumor is completely true, but most people dont believe it. The second rumor is that you have been stealing hundreds of dollars of office supplies (and then selling them to cover a gambling debt). This rumor is completely false, but virtually everyone assumes its factual. Which of these two rumors is most troubling to you? 

  23. Consider this possibility: 
    a) Think about the deceased TV star John Ritter.
    b) Now, pretend Ritter has never become famous. Pretend he was never affected by the trappings of fame, and try to imagine what his personality would have been like.
    c) Now, imagine that this person the unfamous John Ritter is a character in a situation comedy.
    d) Now, you are also a character in this sitcom, and the unfamous John Ritter character is your sitcom father.
    e) However, this sitcom is actually your real life. In other words, you are living inside a sitcom: Everything about your life is a construction, featuring the unfamous John Ritter playing himself (in the role of the TV father). But this is not a sitcom. This is your real life. How would you feel about this?

    Chuck Klosterman