which way does it go

manicpixietrashbag  asked:

i highly doubt victor hugo ever edited anything he ever wrote lmao

This answer is about to get exponentially geeky, I apologize beforehand. 

If we’re talking about self-editing, he did, if you see his manuscripts, especially in Les Misérables, they’re heavily worked on, with entire paragraphs added and erased, various major changes and sometimes he even changed specific words for similar ones but not quite the same, which is fascinating to ponder on. One of my personal favorites of these is in Enjolras’s speech on “The Horizon Which One Beholds from the Summit of a Barricade” (I’m using the Hapgood translation for this response because it’s the easiest available in English for me atm). The sentence ended up being “De l'étreinte de toutes les désolations jaillit la foi” but it was originally something along the lines of “De l'étreinte de toutes les désespoirs jaillit l’espoir”, if I didn’t misread because I don’t speak French and it’s not that easy to interpret it, but it’s something like that: 

Hapgood translated it as “from the embrace of all desolations faith leaps forth”. This is fascinating because why did he change it? was it just because he was bothered by the repetition? Why did he choose “faith/foi”, which has some religious-ish connotation, instead of “hope/espérer”, on that specific context, when voiced by Enjolras, of all people? (I had pondered on that before seeing the manuscript and when I came across it I was so surprised it was a change) Is it because it’s stronger? It’s more of a sentence, a certainty that way, which does go much better with Enjolras, especially in this speech (and desolation, for that matter), so is it that? he used “faith” on Enjolras before, for example when he described Grantaire, and he says he “loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras” (“aimait à voir dans Enjolras la foi planer”):  

He was very mindful and precise about the stuff he kept and didn’t and that’s a very cool self-editing job that’s fascinating to me both as an editor and author, especially in a piece of work that has so many different perspectives and time lapses and levels of narrative complexity.

Now, if we’re talking about external editing, which is what my tags were about, I meant it in its most general definition, editing is turning an original into a publication, I was referring to the people who had to help turn that monster of a manuscript into a printed edition for the very first time ever. Those were true heroes istg, because they had to make sense out of stuff like:   

[Disclaimer: I am as far from a Hugo expert or Les Mis expert as you can get, I don’t have the authority to really go in depth with any of this, I’m just talking from my personal perspective as an editor, writer and fan and thought I’d share what I meant and expand]. 

anonymous asked:

should i learn guitar to become a guitar sapphic so i can serenade every pretty girl i see??? i'm left handed though so i can't find any cheap ones rip,,,,

A lotta lefties just learn to play on a right handed guitar I think. I mean if u think about it ur gonna be really good at keepin ur fingers in place for the notes

Imagine sleepy mornings and the struggle to drag oneself out of bed. Senarad sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly dragging on his boots and stifling a yawn, Dorian sleepily leaning against his back and braiding his long hair for him. Afterwards, Sen applies Dorian’s kohl for him as they talk. Then they both help each other with the various belts, sashes, and other accessories their robes require (require in quotation marks in Dorian’s case of course lol), all just to prolong the contact with one another, finally holding each other close before they are forced to part ways for the day. Mornings used to be pretty miserable, something to dread, but there’s something to look forward to now, little intimate details that a shared routine creates, integrating each other completely into their lives.

Existing

A BTS/ Kim Seokjin Fanfiction

Summary: He looked like an angel, and spoke like a singer. Next to you, a university student surviving on 5 hours sleep a night, and holes in your shoes, he seemed to have it all. But at the end of the day, you were both just Existing. You just cant help but think, it might be more fun to Exist together…

A/N: I am so happy to release the first chapter of this story to you, after sitting on it for quite a while. But im glad that you can finally have Jin’s story! :) (for regular readers, it will follow the kind of formatting used for Voices and Exposure- although this first chapter is slightly longer.)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

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Part 1

‘I seriously don’t know how they expect me to get all of this done in two weeks.’

Exhaustion taints your words as you lean back in your chair, resting your head back on your shoulders as you look longingly out of the café window, the same view having greeted you for the past 4 hours that you’d been sat trying to work on your latest assignment for university, and each time having taunted you with the prospect of escape, before you’d ultimately turned back to your laptop to continue tapping nonsensically away.

‘Come on, Y/N, only 3 more weeks and then you’ll be free of this.’ You mutter to yourself, dragging in a deep breath once more before sitting back up and cracking your back as you refocus on what you were writing.

Although, its after around 5 minutes of staring dumb-foundedly at the paragraph of gibberish on the screen in front of you, that a loud hulking laugh penetrates through your concentration and you peer up at the counter of the café to see two tallish boys chuckling away together, their faces immediately catching your attention as you take in how stunningly beautiful they were.

‘Well, that’s a sight for sore eyes.’ You mumble, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of them, but getting cut off when you suddenly see the most angelic boy turning to look in your direction, hurriedly looking back down at your computer and feeling your face heat up like a furnace. Of course, you couldn’t stop yourself from taking one last peak up at them when you hear them begin to mutter between one another once again, watching them receive their order of two hot drinks and a selection of cookies and biting your lip when you see the tempting sight of chocolate.

‘God, I could really do with a cookie right now.’ You murmur to yourself, sighing, and shaking yourself out of your thoughts as you try to reject the exhaustion pulling at your bones, instead leaning back to stretch in your chair and momentarily closing your eyes as you take a moment to escape the stoic pose you’d been sat in for the past few hours.

You draw in a deep breath as you sit up once more, feeling like weights were pulling at your eyes and having an odd sense of disorientation as the café blurs in your vision slightly, before you peer at the clock on the wall to see that rather than the 5 minutes you were expecting, 2 whole hours had passed.

‘Oh My God!’ you gasp, realizing you must have fallen asleep and awkwardly scrabbling into a more upright position, rubbing your eyes weakly and groaning as you think about how much time you’d lost that you could have spent working on your assignment.

‘Im so dead.’ You groan, instantly standing and walking over to the counter to order a coffee to go, and quickly packing up as you wait for your coffee to be ready.

‘Americano?’

You sigh as your order is called, hurrying to shove the rest of your stuff into your bag so that you could swing it onto your shoulder, before going to turn back to the counter, only to almost walk straight into a set of wide shoulders.

‘Oh, sorry.’ You mutter, about to move around them, before you realize the man was holding a cup out for you to take, your order of an Americano in his hand making you frown as you try to remember if you’d paid for it…

But that was before you looked up.

And you took in the same angel’s face with those warm chocolate brown eyes that you’d seen stood at the counter earlier.

Only this time, those eyes were staring down at you.

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ill compile a proper eye tutorial on monolids and epicanthol folds and the basics of drawing “asian” eyes (notably in e/s.e asians however monolids and epicanthol folds can appear on people of other races too)

however this is the basic concept that i use for drawing any eyes: blue dots for the corners, green line is the top lid, red bottom lid. the idea is that the eye will generally look the same on everyone in some cases bigger/smaller, what im really trying to teach is how to draw the skin and fat that shapes the eye tbh

Offspring Meme

Send me a ship and I will tell you….

The parents -

  • Who first brought up having/adopting kids?
  • Which parent is most overprotective?
  • Which parent is most supportive?
  • Which parent expects the most from their child?
  • Which parent is more likely to spoil their child?
  • Which parent does the child go to to get their way?
  • Which parent is the best at singing lullabies?
  • Which parent finds it harder to let go?

The kid - 

  • What the kids name is and the meaning behind it.
  • What traits the kid has that doesn’t reflect their parents.
  • What the kids favorite clothing style is.
  • What their favorite cartoon is.
  • What skills their parents try to pass down to them.
  • What their future might be.

The family - 

  • Who the child’s godparents are.
  • Do their parents plan on giving them any siblings?
  • What is the child’s first pet?
  • How do they get along with any extended family members?
Be Quiet (Remus Lupin)

Request: Can you do prompt 56 and 73 with James? Maybe the reader could be going on a secret date with Remus and James gets suspicious and over protective? Sorry if it’s so specific! I won’t mind if you do something different, it was just an idea I had
56. “You’re hiding something from me.”
73. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

(Another @daphnegreengrass boii)

It’s not a secret date, really, but it is a hella protective James (also a lil bitter) with lots of name dropping and cute Lily Evans moments.


You’re hiding something from me,” James says, staring at his best friend and you try not to laugh from across the room. Remus doesn’t look up from the cards in his hand.

“Maybe it’s because we’re playing poker,” he counters sedately and James hesitates before shaking his head.

“False. You’re twitchy.” He changes the order of his cards then looks back up at his pale friend. “My divination is working perfectly, and judging by the stars and the moon, you’re not ill.”

“Maybe he has his period,” Peter pipes up, raising the stakes and watching Sirius fold.

“Maybe his mouth tastes like mandrake all the f*cking time,” Sirius hisses and you wrinkle your nose at the thought.

You shouldn’t be eaves dropping, if James catches you he’ll get all whiny and make subtly mean comments until you leave, but you just can’t help it.

“No, it’s none of that,” James says seriously before shaking it off and beaming at Remus. “Ready to lose every sickle you’ve got?”

As the three display their cards, you can see a clear winner. Peters face falls, James is suddenly scowling bigtime and Remus smiles, as calm as a still lake.

Man, do you wanna splash around in the water.

“Still got all my sickles,” he observes and braces for the shove that James pushes him with.


“Come on,” you whine, your gaze glued to the bright green of Remus’s eyes. He’s looking particularly edible like this, his back to the stones and a nervous smile twitching at his lips.

“I- ah… I’m-”

“Leave off, Y/N!” Lily calls from down the corridor, her voice growing closer, “you’re never gonna get a date with Lonely Lupin.”

“But he’s cute and I’ve seen him staring at my legs.” You pout at the redhead and she throws her head back in a laugh. Remus flushes red in front of you and you try not to smirk at the utter adorableness that is a blushing Remus.

“Is that why you’re wearing that?” She nods pointedly to your skirt and you laugh, turning this way and that for her.

The skirt is supposed to be this short, but it’s not for him. It’s for me. Makes my ass look like an apple.” Lily laughs and you shoot her a cheesy grin. You eye Remus, taking in the way he’s specifically only looking at your face and his slightly daggy clothes, and sigh. They’re not ugly or anything, they’re cute. But something in his image makes it seem like you’re out of his league. “We’d be an adorable couple though. Then he’d get full rights to touching my apple ass.”

“Alright, alright, let him be,” Lily orders, grabbing your hand and dragging you away from him. You sigh as you follow her, but your focus quickly shifts and you’re ready to go all over again.

“So, when’s our date?” You coo, interlacing your fingers with hers and she scoffs, before slinging an arm around your neck and pulling you in to plant a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

“We’ve had our date, baby, I was exhausted within ten minutes.” You frown, only to recall the shopping trip to muggle London and laugh aloud. The memories you made that night… “Exactly, you love rat. And how’s Remus supposed to take you seriously if you’re asking out everyone?”

“I’m keeping my options open! But he’s the main goal. Quiet, bookish and scarred. Everything a girl dreams of.”

“Why… You’re going to hate being with him, why are you even trying?” She eyes you, her curiosity obvious and genuine and you pull from her grip. Waltzing away a step, you pause to gather your thoughts- then plonk onto the bench behind you.

“I like to sit.” You stare at the stone eaves above, unable to look at her while you say this. You’ll chicken out if you do. Merlin, this sounds stupid. “I like the quiet and I love to just sit and read or zone out. You probably do not know this since I am such a wild card. And while I love to sit and be quiet, I also love people and making memories. And when you’re doing that, making memories and the like, people start to question you when you’re just sitting and being quiet.”

“And Remus likes to sit and be quiet.”

“Remus probably loves to sit and be quiet. And I’d love to sit and be quiet with him.” You peek at her and try not to smile when you spot her giant grin. “I also want to meet him in the astronomy tower at 3am and ride him into the sunrise.”

When she throws her head back and laughs again, loud and delighted, you beam.

“He also looks like he’s got a secret dom hiding in him and I’m curious if that’s true,” you tease, squeaking when she smacks your arm. “What! You can’t see it?”

“No!” She gasps, giggling and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“He’s a soft boy, but you know, soft boys can get hard,” you offer and she squawks, her feet pitter patter dancing on the spot.

“I love being your friend,” she snorts, taking your hand and pulling you to your feet to envelop you in a hug. “And if you can’t sit quietly with Remus, you can sit quietly with me.”

“Aw, baby!”

“I know, I know.”


“She asked me out again.” Remus blushes and Sirius whoops, leaping at James and body slamming him.

“Yes, boy! Get her! She wants you, and I swear if you don’t date her-” He cackles, only to frown when he notices the others aren’t leaping around with him. “I won’t like take her or anything… I’ll just be really unhappy with you.”

“I think you should go out with her,” Peter says, nodding and Remus grimaces. His gaze moves to James who wrinkles his nose.

“She’s… I can’t think of a word that isn’t derogatory and I can’t use those cause I know she’s nice. I know. She’s fleeting, she doesn’t stick with people and our Remus deserves better than to be another notch on her bedpost.”

Sirius laughs, “she hasn’t even got notches on her bed, Marlene checked and told me.”

When the others stare at him, he blushes and waves them off with a muttered excuse about curiosity.

“Look, I think Remus should hold off, if not ignore her completely. She’s hot but is there really any substance there?” James says with a roll of his eyes and Lily smacks him upside the head. “Ouch- Evans! Where did you even come from? And what’d I say about touching the goods?”

“Shut up, ass,” she snaps and he nods once, zipping his lips and winking. Lily rolls her eyes. “Y/N is all substance. James just doesn’t like her because when he asked me out, for the fifth time, she pushed him off the pier. No one knows this because all that substance means she doesn’t embarrass people needlessly. When have you guys ever heard of Y/N making fun of people?”

“Never!” Sirius cheers and Lily shoots him a dead eyed look that has him flushing. “Sorry.”

“And Remus is just nervous because he has to deal with you two gits all the time-” she points between Sirius and James, while winking at Peter, “and it’s exhausting. He assumes she’ll be the same, which while the evidence does point that way, is an unfair assessment.”

“Are you going into law?” Peter asks, a smile lighting up his eyes and Lily pauses, a soft blush dusting her cheeks. “You’re very convincing.”

“We’ll see, Pete.” She smiles, before turning her glare on James and Remus, “don’t judge her unfairly and don’t be a Bitter Betty.”

Sirius attempts a slow clap and Lily smacks his hands down.

I’m going to dinner and I hope you all think long and hard about what we just discussed.”


“Marlene, stop doubting yourself and just kick her ass already!” You groan, meeting McKinnon’s nervous stare head on. “Bellatrix isn’t going to stop dissing you unless you show some substance.”

“She’s a dirty cheat though.” You watch Marlene’s eyes dart toward the Slytherin table and you sigh, patting her hand.

“Those aren’t insurmountable odds. And she probably wouldn’t expect you to just pop her one in the nose.” You shrug, grinning and Dorcas giggles quietly at your side.

“Hey, Y/N!” Someone shouts and you wave in the general direction the voice had come from, not looking up, and keeping your gaze steady on Marlene’s.

“Pop her one in the nose.” She repeats and you nod once, watching as her eyes move to Dorcas, who reins in her giggles to nod along with you.

You look about the great hall and spot Remus and his group a few seats down, his friends talking animatedly. The bench shifts beside you and Lily blocks your view of the foursome, her red hair much too thick to see through.

“Stop gazing, they’re not worth your time.” She sniffs and starts loading up her plate.

“What do you mean?”

“They were talking about you and it wasn’t kind. It wasn’t really cruel either but it wasn’t positive. Point is, they’re stupid and you can do better. Check out Gideon, now that’s a man.” Your gaze moves to the two red haired twins, zeroing in on the more serious of the pair and you can feel yourself soften. “I know for a fact that he would date you. I overheard him saying so to Fabian.”

“Everyone would date me, Lils, that isn’t very strong evidence to his character,” you scoff and she rolls her eyes.

“Hey- ah, Y/N?”

You blink at the soft voice and peer over your shoulder to see Remus crouched beside you.

Oh.

“Yeah?” Your voice is very soft and much too delicate and you have to stifle a scowl at the embarrassingness of it all.

“Go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? Just you and I?”

You’re about to burst out with an acceptance when you hesitate. Hogsmeade is Hogsmeade. At your silence, his cheeks start to get red and you inhale a quick breath and gather your courage.

“Maybe we could stay here? I…” You trail off, unsure how to say that you want to just sit in the library. Just the two of you.

“Here’s fine, here’s great.” He grins and your sigh is all relief. “Saturday, I’ll meet you on the lawn at nine and we can decide then?”

“Sure, sure. Yeah.”

“Great.” He smiles and you can’t help mirroring the expression, the two of you caught in a moment of stillness until Lily purposely elbows you. Hard.

“Ouch!”

“I better go,” he mumbles, rising and moving back to his group where Sirius wraps him up in a hug and kisses his cheeks.


the last (4/4) of those requests i super nicely did as a favour 

yay!

i love remus, he boo

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I really want to talk about how flustered Erin is when she first meets Holtzmann for juuuust a second if I may. She leaves work, gets in a cab, goes across town (I’m assuming), musters up the courage to march into the lab of someone she hasn’t seen in YEARS, with whom she isn’t even on good terms, to tell them to cut ✌️it 👉out👍, gets upset when Abby starts wasting her time… then she meets this odd duck with a blowtorch, and suddenly all bets are off. Suddenly,she’s attempting to be engaged. Abby comes back, tells Erin a little bit about Holtzmann in very jabbing-at-Erin-way WHICH DOES NOT GO UNNOTICED, and in that, when in the conversation it is mentioned that CERN was on Holtzmann’s menu for a minute, Erin pops in with “What happened?” She wants to know more! As far as can be expected Erin didn’t even want to have to *go* there let alone spend one extra second or ounce of energy on this Ghost From Our Past nonsense, but now suddenly she’s interested in learning more about a complete stranger who wears gloves over gloves and two pairs of goggles? That chick fell hard in love *immediately,* boyhowdy.

Originally posted by andrewhozier

Advice for Students: 20 Uses for a Post-it Note 

1. Mark your place in a book. It seems so obvious, yet relatively few students seem to do it. When your professor picks up with the poem or short story or chapter of the day, you’ll be on the same page. 

 2. Mark the beginning and ending points for a reading assignment: immediate feedback on your progress.

 3. Mark selected readings in an anthology. 

 4. Mark the notes or glossary at the back of a book for easy repeat access.

 5. Mark passages in a library book.

 6. Keep several Post-its on the inside cover of a datebook, planner, or notebook: now you’re prepared to leave a note anywhere. 

 7. When you sit down to work, make a small-scale to-do list on a Post-it and stick it to your desktop.

 8. Leave a Post-it on your alarm clock or inside doorknob as a reminder.

 9. Avoid fines and late fees: put Post-its with due dates on library books and DVD rentals. 

10. When there’s no Scotch tape, cut the sticky edge from a Post-it to use as fake tape. 

 11. Use the sticky edge as a temporary label for a folder. 

 12. Fold the sticky edge into a hinge to hold a piece of paper or a postcard on a wall. 

 13. Wrap the sticky edge around a cable to identify it. 

 14. Use the sticky edge to clean between the keys of your computer keyboard.  

15. Jot down less familiar keyboard shortcuts on a Post-it to keep by your computer.

 16. Which way does the envelope go when you feed it into the printer? Draw a diagram on a Post-it and stick it on your printer.

 17. If you drive an older car that doesn’t remind you that you’ve left your headlights on, use a Post-it as a reminder. When you put your lights on in the daytime, stick a Post-it note on the driver’s side window. When you leave your car, you’ll see the note and remember why it’s there.

 18. Keep a Post-it on the refrigerator and jot down what you need from the supermarket.

 19. When you go to the supermarket, remove the Post-it from the fridge and stick it on your wallet. At the store, stick the note to the handle of your cart and have both hands free for shopping. Toss the note when you leave the store. 

 20. Splurge! Use a whole pad of Post-its to make a flip book. 


 Source : lifehack.org

Pointed teeth and pointed ears

[For @classy-sassy-enjolrassy, Courferre first meeting, fantasy AU, ~800 w.]

Ten minutes. Courfeyrac raises his lantern in frustration. He’s busy for ten damn minutes and Marius is just gone. Courfeyrac knows he is hardly one to talk. His attention is all over the place and yes he did spend the majority of his childhood chasing after butterflies, but at least he makes enough noise to be easily followed. His feet thump on the ground and his laugh is loud enough to be heard for miles. Marius just sort of…wanders off in silence.

“Marius?” he calls out.

A window opens and a kind-looking woman leans out. “Something the matter, dear?”

Courfeyrac flashes her a strained smile. “I’m looking for my friend.”

She looks him up and down. “Oh!” she says. “You’re one of the elf boys that took a room with Louison.”

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'Arrow' EP Marc Guggenheim On Spoilers: People Are Going to Find Out
Major spoilers came out earlier this week about the upcoming Arrowverse crossover episode, and [...]

Major spoilers came out earlier this week about the upcoming Arrowverse crossover episode, and those spoilers are a potential game-changer for Arrow – but executive producer Marc Guggenheim told ComicBook.com last week that going to war with paparazzi and fans is a losing battle.

Last week, Guggenheim took a break from shooting the epic, four-show crossover set to hit The CW in late November to speak with ComicBook.com about tonight’s season premiere of Arrow.

At that point, we did not know what was going to happen during the crossover to change the trajectory of the series, but season 5 ended on a cliffhanger that implied most of the cast was dead.

“I think we’ve gotten very good at avoiding talking about spoilers,” Guggenheim said. “The thing is, if you read all the interviews Wendy and I have given over the last six months, we’ve slipped up a few times.”

Guggenheim said that while he would obviously rather not “slip up,” he has talked with other producers and with The CW about the problem and decided that such mistakes are not the end of the world.

“Going into season six, we only have so much energy and bandwidth to dedicate towards the preserving its surprises,” Guggenheim admitted. “That’s not to say that we don’t care about surprises – we totally do, and we’re always trying. There’s stuff coming up to season where we’re taking people’s names out of credits, we’re issuing false script pages, we’re issuing false casting breakdowns. We’re still doing our thing to try to keep the surprises intact, but it’s a little hard to do. I also think that we live in a world where if you really, truly, desperately want to know something, there are means of finding out. And if you want to not be spoiled…well that’s a lot easier.”

anonymous asked:

i wanna draw siren!dan and i was wondering which way his tail would go. so does he swim more like a dolphin/mammal (up and down) or like a shark/fish (side to side)? thanks a bunch love your art and your spookygrumps au!!!

Sorry for the late reply, ive been p inactive here u_u

His tail is more snake-like(?); like, it can curve in practically any direction. But typically when he swims, its more like a dolphin; up and down bc he uses his hips to propel himself :0

At the end of the day, its a fictional creature so you can do whatever the hell u wanna do w him lol As long as he has a fish tail thats blue-green, ur good fam 👍🏾✨

So Peter Davison and Colin Baker are on different sides of the Jodie Whittaker debate. There are parts in which I agree with both, and parts with which I disagree with both. 

Davison starts off by telling us:

“I’ve been a little distressed by both sides of the argument. The people who think it’s a great idea need to be understanding. Any change in the Doctor has a big impact. When I took over, it was a problem because I was too young. When Peter Capaldi took over it was a problem because he was too old.”

The part that strikes me most is the argument he makes here: 

“If I feel any doubts, it’s the loss of a role model for boys who I think Doctor Who is vitally important for. So I feel a bit sad about that…”  

Colin Baker made an argument against this position however: 

“They’ve had 50 years of having a role model. So sorry Peter, you’re talking rubbish there – absolute rubbish. You don’t have to be of a gender of someone to be a role model. Can’t you be a role model as people?”

So… where do we come out from all of this.

Indeed we do need to be understanding, but at the same time, that doesn’t mean it’s wrong in any way to change the show up (which to be fair Davison does go on to say: “I understand the argument that you need to open it [the role] up”).  

And I agree with Colin that you can be a role model as a person rather than because of a gender. But I do think Colin was a little strong, and perhaps Peter has hit on a little point that is important. 

Whilst young boys can indeed see Jodie Whittaker’s Doctor as a role model, it’s important to note that it’s still important for boys to see a male with those traits. Because it’s one thing to see a woman having those kind traits the Doctor has, but seeing a man having them I think teaches them more about not having to be this big butch manly man.

And don’t get me wrong, I’m more than happy to have Jodie Whittaker. I just think this is an interesting point Davison has brought up. 

I know a lot of people have been talking about wanting them to keep a female companion as well (which would make sense), but perhaps it’d be a good idea to bring on a male companion. Start with someone that’s a ‘man’s man’ and slowly build them up into someone that’s more like the Doctor. 

Hell, given the Kris Marshall companion rumor, perhaps that would be a good choice.

Regular Anomalies

Read the first 8 chapters here https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12358662/1/Regular-Anomalies 

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Danny didn’t know how to feel about all the strange looks Perdu kept giving him.

He didn’t know how to feel about a lot of things.

Danny heard so many stories and possibilities of the Ghost Zone. None of them were even close to the truth.

The green was in so many shades, mixed with backlashes of purple. Things drifted without explanation or reason. But it was really the feel, a buzz of strange energy that got him. The wildness of the forgotten, whispers of the old and ancient. It was both overwhelming and enthralling.

He huddled closer to Phantom, who held him bridal style, with eyes wide and held on tight. The only person keeping him adrift and from falling to the void that ends in god-knows-where.

Phantom re-adjusted his grip and gave Danny a concerned look “Um… are you ok?”

Danny kept his eyes on the ghost zone “Doesn’t it…  doesn’t it bother you?” Didn’t Phantom feel it? Phantom was a ghost, after all. Wasn’t this his home?

Phantom looked back at the Ghost Zone “Well, to be honest it is kinda creepy. But, I mean, I could get used to this.” a beat “Does anyone know which way we’re supposed to be going?”

Everyone slowed to a stop.

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The Triumphant Return of the Avonlea Town Christmas Pageant

Anne is thrown into the depths of despair when Mr. Phillips announces that the Christmas Pageant has been cancelled for good. With hard work, determination, and a little bit (or rather, a huge heap) of enthusiasm, Anne and her friends pull together a show to celebrate the holiday with the rest of Avonlea - just in time for someone who had been missing (and missed) to return home.

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Nobody can build the bridge for you to walk across the river of life, no one but you yourself alone. There are, to be sure, countless paths and bridges and demigods which would carry you across this river; but only at the cost of yourself; you would pawn yourself and lose. There is in this world only one way, on which nobody can go, except you: where does it lead? Do not ask, go along with it.
—  Friedrich Nietzsche, Untimely Meditations

I just imagined Hoody gathering around all her teenage AOMG babies in the kitchen table to talk about the importance of protection during sex. And then there’s Jay Park sweating because he doesn’t know if he used it properly the night before and now he’s scared he has STD and Simon D volunteering to show all his brothers how to put it on a banana. With Loco silently blushing and Ugly Duck whining about how weird the situation is. Gray scolding Simon D about how to PROPERLY do it because he put it on backwards even though he didn’t. While Elo inquires about why the condom is “wet” and where does it go and in which way but never attains the information because Jay Park is screaming and confessing that he got a girl pregnant because she swallowed while Gray and Simon D fight over the banana that ends up slipping from Simon D’s hand and accidentally slapping Loco across the face with it. Ugly Duck slamming his hands on the counter top and pointing at Loco yelling “YOU GOT DICK SLAPPED”.