why are these books so good

isabel’s grandfather is abusive

padmesahmidala  asked:

honestly i hated mal in the first book and i was so?? confused?? when alina ended up with him like??? what??? why? nikolai was so much more interesting ngl

NIKOLINA HAD TO BE CANON tbqh like it was the only healthy ship that?? made?? sense?? (within canon anyway) and nikolai never tried to shape her into anything she didn’t want to be like alina told him she didn’t want any part in his royal schemes ™ and he was just like okay no problem you do you boo and he was just SO supportive and good to her honestly i cry e v e r y time

anonymous asked:

Why do you think Bryke was so against Zutara happening? I know other writers were for Zutara like Aaron and others, couldn't they like overpower Bryke's ideas, like why did he have the final say for everything? That's what it's seems like with the way Book 2 ended and how the characters acted in Book 3.

Here is a quote from Bryke that I found to be very telling:

Q: There were several allusions to Katara being Zuko’s girlfriend throughout Season Three. Aside from Uncle Iroh, she seemed to be the first person to see the potential good in Zuko. Was there ever a spark between the two? Was there ever a point which you thought they would end up together?

M: Sorry to disappoint the “Zutara” fans out there, but we never intended for Zuko and Katara to get together. Maybe we’re just sentimental, but we always had a soft spot in our hearts for “Kataang”.

B: Zuko and Katara might have shared some sparks, but sometimes there are people along your “journey of love” who are there to teach you about yourself and what you really need, but don’t necessarily end up being your partner. Come on, kids! “Zutara” never would have lasted! It was just dark and intriguing. 

So you see, Zuko was there to teach Katara what she “really needed” on her journey of love. Katara may have had a spark with Zuko, but he was “bad”. She may not have been romantically interested in Aang previously, but he was “good”, so she eventually came around. Sadly, that’s what the Book 2 finale amounted to in the end. That is how Bryke viewed the story. All of the complex and interesting spiritual concepts, the meaning behind the final chakra…it was all thrown away for a patronizing and sexist “nice guy” dating lesson.…Yuck.

In my opinion, they kind of ruined Zuko’s character after The Crossroads of Destiny, to make him fit the “bad boy” role in this shipping debacle. Even in Book 1, he was a very complicated character. He was on the enemy side, but the show always went out of its way to show that he wasn’t evil. He has a good heart; he was simply emotionally damaged.

In Book 2, he develops even more, and we see that he really is a very good person who has a strong innate sense of justice. He is just confused because of his upbringing. But he has moral boundaries and is actually quite a sensitive person.

Then in Book 3, he became far more of a generic “dark” character. They took away much of his depth and complexity. He felt like an exaggerated caricature instead of a real person. I really hate what they did to Zuko in Book 3. They made him into Anakin Skywalker or something, LOL.

anonymous asked:

Why have you made your books into two separate ones?

So I’ve actually had this question quite a lot, I’ll explain.
The two books represent me and my experiences and things I’ve recently dealt with;
The “In The Winter” version represent my feelings that I had pretty much right after I lost someone extremely important to me, it’s more of the darker side of love, you know, the part nobody talks about - the crying on your bathroom floor wondering why you wasn’t enough, the painful type of love.
The “In The Summer” book represents almost everything good about life and love and everything inbetween, it’s an incredibly soul-healthy book, I think it’s important for people to have both as both have a lot of emotion and the two of them combined really helps you understand them both a lot more. I feel like you’d understand the second book so much more after reading the first, etc.
Does any of that make sense? I hope it does. I can explain it a lot better if anyone cares to message me about it if they have any other further questions :).

aliens being confused by how humans deal with scents

human: “gonna have to wash this blanket to get rid of that new smell,”
alien: *makes a note that humans prefer to mark objects with familiar scents*

human: “gotta love that new car smell”
alien: *scratches out previous note and replaces it with a question mark*

human: “old books smell so good,”
alien: *increasingly frustrated note taking*

human: “mmm love that new book smell,”
alien: “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?”

Gryffindor is wearing bright red oversized sweaters and trying new makeup styles for the new season. It’s thrusting a stick into the ashes of a fire then taking it out and using the red hot ends to draw on the black sky. Gryffindor is going on spontaneous adventures deep into the woods where the leaves are beautiful shades of red and orange and yellow. It’s staying out so late that your nose and fingers turn to ice. Gryffindor is the ashes that float above the blazing fire and the changing leaves and the spirit of festivity that awakens with autumn.

Ravenclaw is wearing beanies and sweaters the minute it’s cold enough outside. It’s sitting out on a frosty morning with a cup of hot chocolate in one hand and a good book in the other. Ravenclaw is sharing random facts about Thanksgiving and Halloween and why the leaves change colors and fall off. It’s taking a long car trip down a rural rode and daydreaming as colorful trees zip past your window. Ravenclaw is the crisp morning air and the dew on the grass and the birds flying across the painted sky to escape winter.

Hufflepuff is making a giant pile of leaves, only to end up jumping in it. It’s baking pumpkin pie and making hot chocolate with your friends. Hufflepuff is carving pumpkins and laughing when it turns out looking terrible. It’s excitedly changing out your summer wardrobe for your autumn one. Hufflepuff is the first harvest that comes with fall and and huddling close to your friends when it’s cold out and the renewed spirit of friendship and festivity that comes with the new season.

Slytherin is becoming way too excited for Halloween on the first day of October. It’s sitting by a gurgling brook and just listening. Slytherin is wearing your favorite boots and rejoicing because it’s finally cold enough to wear them. It’s watching as the very last leaf drifts from the old tree in your backyard. Slytherin is the earlier nights and the deep, winding forests and strange feeling that somehow everything will work out.

jennyspring  asked:

this might be random but i was going through the rebelcaptain tag, my current obsesssion... and since you offered... do you know of good rebelcaptain fics especialy among the newer ones? i mean i was up to date with everything then exam period started and i did not have enough time to find new ones :(

Mehehehe these dorks have ruined my life, let me tell you. I pretty much spend all my time reading everything on ao3 (why can’t I read a “real” book for once?), so here are the ones I have bookmarked for later rereading, because they’re awesome and you should all read them if you haven’t already. I debated how to categorise them, but realised that they’re all basically AU because I can’t handle the canon yet, so I put them under faves, finished and unfinished stories. If you’re not a crazy person with too much free time (like me) you should at least try and take the time to read the faves, because oh man are they amazing. So without further ado, long list is long:

Faves

Under the Cover of Darkness (unfinished, T)
Holy shit my bros, I don’t know what we did to deserve this, but I’m gonna take it. If you ever read an Imperial undercover AU, let it be this one. Fuck.

floating, sinking (unfinished, unrated)
Save me, this is such excellent writing. It’s basically post-R1 running through EP IV. (Bonus: if you’re also a Bodhi fan like myself, this is almost required reading, the author gets his voice and character just perfectly. Well, they do that with everyone, really.)

Against the odds (finished,  T)
I have lost my ability to can. This fic did not help me find it.

Finished

In another life (T)
Why would you even write this, seriously, fuck you. Don’t read if canon makes you cry. On second thought, actually do read this and try and deal with your feelings afterwards.

Worst Kept Secret In The Rebellion (T-E, series)
Jyn and Cassian are married rebels and it’s awesome.

you were my new home (T)
Extends upon the time Jyn and Cassian spend looking for Saw together, and stamps on my heart in the process.

long way home (G-E, series)
I’m not convinced that the author isn’t trying to murder me with greatness.

Arm’s length (M)
Because angst!fluff is a genre.

Clean shaven (G)
This is really cute though. Also check out the other rebelcaptain stories by this author.

let’s give ‘em something to talk about (T)
Save me from these dorks, I beg you.

Flower Petals On My Pillow (T)
The tattoo parlor and flowershop modern AU you have all been waiting for.

i don’t care if heaven won’t take me back (E)
Jyn does what Jyn wants and the world is all the better for it.

run to me in the rising dawn (unrated)
Jyn’s separation anxiety is going to murder all three of my feelings one of these days.

in the spaces (T-E, series)
This whole thing keeps wrenching my heart apart. Send help. Be prepared to need ice-cream after this.

The Genre Does Not Support This (T)
K2 continues to be his ridiculous self.

A million more deaths (M)
They are, ahem, blowing off steam?

Statistical Likelihood (G)
Prepare to be highly amused and then CRY A LOT.

hold your child as tight as you can (G)
Baaabbbyyyy.

Unfinished

Captains, Rebels & Survivors (T)
The castaways!fic we never knew we needed but definitely did.

pretty scars. (M)
It’s a modern AU with computernerds and complicated feelings, what more could you ask for?

Color my cheeks (E)
This was evidently supposed to be a oneshot sex-pollen thing, but turned into a multichapter thing that I am in love with. It’s sex with confused feelings, basically.

deep inside this ancient heart (T)
Any pregnancy fic for this ship has my immediate approval, and this one happens to be a modern AU as well, soooo…

Cassian Andor’s Guide to Cohabitation (G, series)
If you want to feel happy after being murdered by R1, this is a good contender.

The Words Would Only Rhyme (T)
A Jyn-and-Cassian-are-both-imprisoned-on-Wobani AU that’s in the early stages, but looking really, really good. Also Jyn has visions, and I can totally get on board that train.

Cryptography (T)
Read this now, please.

cut out in little stars (M)
This looks like it’s gonna be reeeaaal good. And it also has the Fake Marriage tag, so there.

Chasing My Own Dreams (T)
Slightly angsty pregnancy fic you should all be reading right now.

Requested By Anon


Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has invited Tony, Clint.

Y/N: Do you ever wonder if you’re not real?

Y/N: What if we’re just movie characters?

Y/N: What if we’re comic book characters?

Y/N: WHAT IF PIETRO DIED BECAUSE THE DIRECTOR NEEDED SOMETHING TO SHOCK THE VIEWERS? WHY DID HE DIE? I’VE BEEN THINKING, HE COULD HAVE JUST CAUGHT ALL THE DAMN BULLETS ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Tony: WHAT IF YOU CALM DOWN FOR A SECOND?!

Tony: We are real.

Clint: Stop spending so much time with Wade. He’s not good for you.

Y/N: But Wade has a point!

Y/N: I swear…  When I helped Wade track down Francis, at one point I saw words floating in the air… Subtitles? Credits?

Clint: Y/N, SNAP OUT OF IT. WE. ARE. REAL.

Y/N: OMG WHAT IF THIS IS FANFICTION LIKE THE TYPE I READ ON TUMBLR

Tony: You have Tumblr? What’s your blog? I’ll follow you.

Clint: WHO DO THE TUMBLR PEOPLE SHIP ME WITH

Y/N: Oh my god. I… Am… Different people? DEPENDING ON WHO’S READING

Tony has added Wade.

Tony: WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N?! THEY’RE BROKEN!

Wade: I just revealed the truth. Helped them realize. Hello, readers. How are you? Looking beautiful as always.

Clint: I’m starting to see it too…

Tony: See what?!

Clint: I HAVE NO BODY I AM JUST WORDS

Wade: I once had no body. When I blew myself up.

Y/N: AT LEAST YOU’RE ONE PERSON

Wade: Ohhhh this is great. Why didn’t I do this sooner?

Nat has joined the chat.

Nat: Why is Clint panicking? I can’t understand what he’s saying.

Y/N: WE’RE NOT REAL

Y/N: THIS EXPLAINS WHY CLINT HAS A FARM!

Clint: WHERE IS MY FARM ALL I SEE IS WORDS AND SOMEONE LOOKING AT ME FROM ABOVE WHO ARE YOU

Clint: They’re kinda cute.

Wade: Kinda? No. VERY cute.

Y/N: THAT’S ME

Clint: WHAT

Tony: Nat, get them to calm down.

Tony: Wade, FIX THIS.

Tony has added Bruce.

Tony: Please get a sedative for Clint and Y/N.

Bruce: Fourth wall breaking? I thought it was a myth!

Wade: I am living proof. I have been trying to show you people but do you ever listen to me?

Bruce: This is amazing! My theory is true, then!

Tony: Oh not you too.

Nat: Clint is lying on the floor. I don’t know what to do. He won’t calm down. It’s like he can’t see anything but his phone.

Y/N: Who am I? WHY IS MY NAME Y/N?

Clint: IS IT PRONOUNCED “YIN” OR “WHY SLASH EN???!?” WHAT DO I CALL YOU

Y/N: WHAT DO I CALL MYSELF

Tony: Wade. I am going to kill you.

Bruce: He can’t die.

Bruce: But if what’s happening is true, I’ll just ask the author to kill him.

Wade: I’ll just ask Clint to kill you.

Bruce: Clint can’t kill me nor would he even try.

Wade: Hahahahahaahahaahahahahahahahaha good one.

Wade has left the chat.

Clint: I see so many capitalized words. This is hell.

Clint: I hear music WHERE IS IT COMING FROM

Y/N: Don’t worry, it’s just the Author listening to music while typing this.

Nat: I can hear music too…

Tony: nO NOT YOU TOO NAT

Bruce: I must document everything! THIS IS SO EXCITING!

Tony: Bruce. Brucie. Our green rage monster. Can you fangirl over science another time?

Bruce: I’m sorry Tony, but this is so rare! Who knows when this will be requested again?

Tony: Requested…?

Bruce: Interesting. You’re unaffected. Either the Author chose this or your big ego is serving as a wall against it.

Tony: BRUCE

Bruce: It’s true though.

Tony: …Yeah.

Nat: Why is my name Nat in all the chats?!

Y/N: WELCOME TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FOURTH WALL. WE HAVE CONFUSION

Clint: WHY IS NAT TAKING THIS BETTER THAN ME

Nat has changed Nat to Natasha.

Y/N: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

Steve has joined the chat.

Steve: What’s going on? I’m seeing floating words… Sam is talking to someone called the Reader?

Bruce: Interesting. The more Nat, Clint and Y/N notice and change things, the more the “fourth wall” breaks. Soon our world will cease to be. All will be left is the Chat and our painful awareness of it.

Tony: Can we stop it?!

Bruce: I don’t know… This is different from what Wade experiences. He’s aware but this is… something else.

Y/N: WHY WAS I NOT IN THE CIVIL WAR MOVIE?!? RUDE

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: I feel you.

Pietro has left the chat.

Natasha: Wait… If Pietro died… How is he alive now?

Clint: Avengers Chatroom: Inquisitive. He was resurrected there with no mention of how. Ever since then he’s been appearing even though the chats aren’t connected aside for some references.

Bruce: AMAzing YES CLINT TELL ME MORE

Clint: what the… Calm down.

Bruce: Sorry… I’m just so excited! You’re entering the other chats!

Bucky has joined the chat.

Bucky: Why am I not paired with Y/N?

Steve: This is a crackfic gone wrong.

Y/N: DO YOU READ FANFICTION, STEVE

Y/N: HUH?!

Tony: Can you all just STOP TALKING AND LET ME THINK?! Do any of you not understand how bad this is?! We need to fix it!

Y/N: you know what’s weird?

Clint: What?

Y/N: Soon we’ll have two Sherlocks. Tony is one as he’s played by RDJ. Benedict is going to be Dr. Strange. Maybe then the mystery of WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO PEPPER POTTS can finally be solved.

Clint: OMG

Tony has added Thor, Vision.

Tony: Are you two being effected by the fourth wall breaking?

Vision: No. Everything is normal for us.

Thor: We are too mighty to be effected.

Natasha: Or maybe you’re just not worthy.

Thor: We are worthy!

Y/N: … Do you think we can change the plot to make ourselves be worthy now?

Natasha: Exactly what I was thinking!

Thor: NO LADY NATASHA, GIVE ME BACK MJOLNIR!

Natasha: NO, THE AUTHOR DEEMS ME WORTHY!

Tony: Can I be worthy too?

Natasha: No.

Natasha: Farewell, I’m off to rule Asgard!

Thor: LADY NATASHA PLEASE

Thor: DO NOT DO THIS

Natasha: I’m kidding, Thor.

Thor: I knew that…

Y/N: No you didn’t.

Tony: Vision, any ideas on how we can stop this?

Vision: Perhaps we contact this Author that everyone is mentioning?

Tony: Right, but how?

Vision: I have an idea. I will tell you in person.

Bucky: DON’T TAKE AWAY OUR FUN

Tony: What fun?! Clint almost lost his mind! Our world is breaking apart, or at least for you guys. Those of us who aren’t experiencing this will be fine. Do you want me to leave you as just a pile of words?! And of course, our dear Captain isn’t doing anything about this. Just leave it to one of the geniuses to solve, right?

Steve: Dang, Tony. You really need to calm down.

Tony: I AM CALM

Steve: …

Y/N: Dang son!

Clint: Dang, language!

Y/N: Dang, I can do this all day!

Clint:  He’s my friend, dang!

Y/N: Well dang, it’s been a long day.

Clint: Dang, Bucky?!

Natasha: You know… If Bucky wasn’t wearing his goggles when I shot him, he would have died.

Steve: It’s a good thing Hydra takes fashion so seriously.

Bucky: I thought they dressed me like that to hide my identity and for protection?

Natasha: You looked like you were modelling!

Steve: That walk…

Natasha: And the hair!

Y/N: another movie I was not in!

Clint: Me too :(

Tony has added The Author.

Tony: Hi there. Please fix this.

The Author: Nah

Tony: PLEASE

The Author: Kidding! The chat’s not over YET though so in a bit.

Tony: Wait, prove that you’re actually “the author”!

The Author: … How?

Tony: OH YOU KNOW HOW

Y/N: What is happening nOW

Natasha: Good question.

Bruce: I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY BROUGHT THE AUTHOR HERE, TONY. HOW DID YOU MANAGE THIS?!

Tony: I’m waiting.

The Author: I’m sorry, Steve.

Steve: What?

Steve: My name is Steven Grant Rogers and I sometimes watch Bucky while he sleeps. He looks so peaceful. Safe. I tear up. Every time. My precious Bucky.

Bucky: WHAT IS THIS

Tony: MORE!

Natasha: Not surprising.

Thor: I am shocked…

Steve: MY SERUM BRINGS ALL THE HYDRA TO THE BASE AND THEY’RE LIKE, DANG Mission Report: December 16th, 1991.

Vision: … I think I heard Wanda calling me.

Vision has left the chat.

Steve: Please, no more!

The Author: BLAME TONY

Tony: … MORE MORE MORE!

Steve: ONE TIME WHEN NATASHA WASN’T AROUND I PRETENDED TO BE HER JUST TO FEEL WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SUCH A BADASS BUT THEN BRUCE WALKED IN AND I JUST WHISPERED… “HEY BIG GUY.” I WAS TOO IN CHARACTER. IT WAS TOO LATE. I HAD SAID IT. AND WINKED.

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: And you’re very out of character now.

Natasha: I’m going to pretend none of this happened.

Bucky: With you on that.

Bucky has left the chat.

Natasha has left the chat.

Bruce: The hulk is suffering from second hand embarrassment.

Bruce has left the chat. 

Thor: Steve… Did you really do that?

Steve: Of course not! I’m being controlled to say all of this.

Tony: I think that’s enough now, thank you. You’ve made my life. I can die in peace.

Tony: Can you fix this now?

The Author: It’s fixed.

Tony: it was that easy, really?!

The Author: I AM The Author.

Steve: Are you sure you’re a genius, Tony?

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: DANG STEVE

Clint: DANG STEVE

Steve: REALLY? THE AUTHOR TOO?!

The Author: ily

Steve: What?

The Author: What?

Y/N: Same

Clint: Can I name the chat?!

Tony: No! I want to name it, “Tony Stark Is Amazing and Hot.”

Steve: Why don’t we let the reader name it?

The Author: Good idea. What would you like to name it?

Clint: Why can’t I name it?

Steve: We all know why.

The Author: Well, dang. I should go. This turned out crazier than expected. Thank you for reading. I think you’re wonderful. ily <3. Bye!

The Author has left the chat.

Clint: Y/N

Y/N: CLINT

Clint: Let’s go abuse our fourth wall breaking power before we lose it!

Y/N: Good idea!

Steve: No! That is a bad idea!

Clint: WHAT WAS THAT STEVE? WE CAN’T HEAR YOU

Steve: YOU ARE READING THIS

Clint: I’M DEAF

Clint has left the chat.

Y/N has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Tony: This will be fun to witness.

Tony has left the chat.

Thor: What is going on with these midgardians?

Thor has left the chat.

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam has added Wanda, Scott, T’Challa, Peter.

Sam: I told you! I was right.

Wanda: This explains why Clint and Y/N were acting so strange.

T’Challa: But aren’t you, Y/N?

Wanda: Me?

T’Challa: No. Not you.

Peter: So if they’re Y/N… Can we just address them as Y/N to make it easier?

Scott: Can I just say, Y/N, it is so great to finally meet you!

Scott: Even though I can’t actually meet you, there’s a screen separating us.

Scott: But it is an honor.

Scott: I think you’re a lovely person.

Scott: Wow.

Sam: Man, stop fangirling. You’re going to scare them away! But yeah, we think you’re pretty amazing.

Wanda: I think I love you? Is that too much?

Sam: Me?

T’Challa: No, she means the reader.

Peter: Denied.

T’Challa: You are always welcome to Wakanda if you can find a way to come to this side.

Peter: Are you smiling? I hope you are.

Scott: STOP FLIRTING THEY COULD BE OLDER THAN YOU

Peter: I’m not flirting! They just have a really beautiful smile!

Wanda: We should go now.

T’Challa: I agree. We hope you have a lovely day… Or night. This is really confusing to me.

Scott: We can’t tell because we’re in here.

Sam: Goodbye, Y/N!

Sam has left the chat.

Wanda has left the chat.

T’Challa has left the chat.

Peter has left the chat.

Scott: I REALLY THINK YOU’RE GREAT

Scott has left the chat.

  • sherlock HoB: Look at the jumper he’s wearing. Hardly worn. Clearly he’s uncomfortable in it. Maybe it’s because of the material; more likely the hideous pattern, suggesting it’s a present, probably Christmas. So he wants into his mother’s good books. Why? Almost certainly money. He’s treating her to a meal but his own portion is small. That means he wants to impress her, but he’s trying to economise on his own food. No, small plate. Starter. He’s practically licked it clean. She’s nearly finished her pavlova. If she’d treated him, he’d have had as much as he wanted. He’s hungry all right, and not well-off – you can tell that by the state of his cuffs and shoes. "How d’you know she’s his mother?” Who else would give him a Christmas present like that? Well, it could be an aunt or an elder sister, but mother’s more likely. Now, he was a fisherman. Scarring pattern on his hands, very distinctive – fish hooks. They’re all quite old now, which suggests he’s been unemployed for some time. Not much industry in this part of the world, so he’s turned to his widowed mother for help. “Widowed?” Yes, obviously. She’s got a man’s wedding ring on a chain round her neck – clearly her late husband’s and too big for her finger. She’s well-dressed but her jewellery’s cheap. She could afford better, but she’s kept it – it’s sentimental. Now, the dog ...tiny little hairs all over the leg from where it gets a little bit too friendly, but no hairs above the knees, suggesting it’s a small dog, probably a terrier. In fact it is – a West Highland terrier called Whisky. I use my senses, John, unlike some people.
  • sherlock TFP: lol whoops i didn't notice that there was no reflection of my own face in the nonexistent glass that's so wild amirite ladies
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(belated) Happy New Year! I hope 2017 will be a great year for all of us! As for my own personal goals, I’d like it to be at least as good as 2016 when it comes to school & studying.

I’ve been out of town and away from internet and proper study time lately, but now I’m back and ready to tackle my long reading list. Oh, Shakespeare, why thy work is so plenty? 

  • Me, singing Man Up: Time to man u--SAL TLAY KA SITI A PLACE OF HOPE AND JO-man up!!-AND IF WE WANT TO GO THEREEE WE JUST HAVE TO FOLLOW THAT WHIIITE B- time to !! - heavENLY FATHER WHY DO YOU LET BAD THINGS HAPPEN? -sal tlay ka sitiiiii- did you get my t-MORE TO THE POINT, WHY DO YOU LET BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO MEEE?- sal tlay ka sitiiiii, we got y- I'M SURE YOU DON'T THINK I'M A FLAKE- maan upppp!- BECAUSE YOU CLEARLY MADE A MISTAKE! - turn it off!! - I'M GOING WHERE YOU NEED ME MOST: ORLLAAAANNDDOOOOO! ORLANNDOOOOO!- we will listen to the fat white g- mY TIME TO, TIME TO, NOW IT'S MY TIME TO TIME TO- but hasa diga ebowai- NO TIME TO, NOT TIME TO, NO NOW IT'S TIME TO TIME TO-- huuh!- I'M IN THE LEAD FOR THE VERY FIRST - time tooo!- I'M GOING WHERE THE SUN ALWAYS SH- time too!- GOT TO STAND UP (ahhh) GET MY (ahhhh) FLIPPIN CAN UP, IT'S TIME TO,,, TIME TO,,, MAN UP!-- SAL TLAYYYY KA SITTTIIIII (hey ya ya)- SAL TLAYYYY KA SITTIIII-(HEY YA YA)- 'LANDO ORLANDO (SAL TLAY KA SITTIII)- I'M COMMINNGG (MAN U-) ORLAN-- (turn it off!)- SAL TLAYYYY KA SITTIIIII- IT IS TIMMEEE TOOOO- I still have maggots in my scrotum !!!!
On Ghostwriting, Celebrity and That Guardian Review.

Yesterday, some of you may have noticed this review in the Guardian. It’s a review by Jenny Colgan of The Secret Lives of the Amir Sisters, by (according to the title page) Nadiya Hussain and Ayisha Malik.

Now, being one of those freaks who doesn’t watch GBBO, I have only limited knowledge of Nadiya Hussain is. I do know of Ayisha Malik, though. She’s a writer, a good one: and from that it’s pretty easy to guess that she’s Nadiya Hussain’s ghostwriter.

So what? Becoming famous in one area (be it sport, politics or baking) does not magically transform someone into a writer. Of course celebrity authors need ghostwriters to help them: that’s why their novels and autobiographies are generally clear, interesting and competently-written. And Nadiya even credits her ghostwriter; not all celebrity authors do. (Some even make them sign non-disclosure agreements, in the hope that the general public will really believe they wrote the book.)

However, having noticed all that, Jenny Colgan (whom I’ve met several times; she seemed like a nice person, though even nice people can be wrong, and in this case, I think she is) still proceeds to make her review all about her dislike of celebrity novels, and how this somehow cheats “proper writers” out of the shelf space they’re entitled to.

She begins with a description of two little girls, one in a library, dreaming of being a writer, and one in a kitchen, dreaming of cakes. You don’t have to be a great brain to understand that the little girl in the library is Jenny Colgan, and that the girl in the kitchen is Nadiya Hussein, who somehow in real life gets to be a baker and a writer too, thereby (it implies) cheating the first little girl out of her dream; as if baking and writing were two kinds of cookies, with limited numbers to go round.

Does she really need to put her name to a novel, too, (writes this successful writer of the first-time author) when there’s only so much shelf space to go around?

It feels greedy.

Well, maybe it would, if writing and baking were cookies. It might be, if we lived in a world in which someone who was good at baking wasn’t allowed to write books. It might be, if publishing were a charity, fairly and evenly distributing its attention to everyone who needed it.

But as it is, no. It doesn’t feel greedy. It feels as if someone is feeling insecure and resentful, and that comes out as sounding plain mean.

Don’t think I don’t understand: I do. Being a writer is a risky business. It’s getting harder and harder to make a living as a professional writer. And now we seem to be overwhelmed by politicians, and TV chefs, and comedians, and musicians, and actors, and pop stars and people from reality shows all wanting to be authors, hogging the limelight and making it look as if anyone can write a book…

Yes, it sometimes feels unfair. It can sometimes seems as if being a celebrity comes with a special, free “bestselling author” card: a card that most authors never get to play. And yes, authors often feel jealous, resentful and scared that their livelihood is being eroded by people whose status as celebrities earn them special privileges. I’m as guilty of this thinking as anyone. You’ve heard me rant about Morrissey, who used his special status to get his ridiculous novel published by Penguin Classics – Penguin Classics, for pity’s sake, next to Shakespeare and Homer. I’m still dismayed that Penguin could do that – to themselves, and to us – for the sake of a piece of piss-a-bed prose that even his fans couldn’t read. And for what? Sales. So I get it. Yeah.

I’d also like to take a moment to mention the editor who commissioned the Guardian piece. My strong suspicion is that he or she knew perfectly well that Jenny Colgan’s review would raise hackles (and, of course, sales). Clickbait is synonymous with journalism nowadays: but if they’d had any kind of integrity, they would have given Jenny Colgan a kind and quiet warning, telling her just how badly she was exposing her prejudices, instead of throwing her under the bus. Because that’s just what the Guardian did, in encouraging her to voice her ignorance and insecurity in a way that would provoke debate. She got the flak: they got the sales. That word again. Sales. Hm.

However – let’s get to the review, and why Jenny Colgan and the Guardian ought to think long and hard about the toxic and damaging messages they are putting out.

First, let’s start with the fact that the book is “perfectly competently-written.” As well it might be; it’s by a perfectly competent writer. It will sell “like hot cakes”. As well it might: it looks like it might be fun, and lots of people have heard of Nadiya Hussian, whose TV presence (by all accounts) is delightful, warm and appealing. But, for some reason, we still shouldn’t buy it. Why? Because it’s ghost-written? The reason for this becomes increasingly unclear and illogical.

If you want to read warm-hearted sagas about second-generation immigration, Meera Syal is a wonderful novelist. If you want to read a brilliant book about four sisters, Little Women is still in print. If you like sisters and cooking, try the marvellous Like Water for Chocolate. Or read Ayisha Malik’s book: it’s huge fun.

Hang on – isn’t The Secret Lives of the Amir Sisters Ayisha Malik’s book? Or does she mean a different book, with Ayisha Malik’s name on the cover? In either case, we know that the book would be perfectly competently-written. So why does it really matter to Jenny Colgan which one of Ayisha Malik’s books we read?

Surely it can’t be just because the book is ghost-written. Ghost-writers are excellent writers, and they work hard for their shelf space. Their work is the reason “celebrity books” meet the high standards readers expect. No, it’s because the book will “sell like hot cakes”. Sell better than books by other, less visible authors, who also write about relationships, and families, and baking.

This surefire seller, promoted at every literary festival you’ll attend this year, just feels like yet another chance snatched away from that kid whose library is closing down.

Except we know who that kid really is. It’s little Jenny Colgan, working hard to write her books, while TV celebrities are ushered past her on a red carpet that’s cordoned off from ordinary people.

But here’s the thing. Jenny isn’t a little kid. No-one’s snatching anything. She’s a high-profile, well-established white author, begrudging a Muslim woman “shelf space.” And that sounds pretty greedy, coming from someone with 27 books already in print. In fact, it sounds not entirely unlike “foreigners stealing our jobs.”  or “get back in the kitchen.” Not a great moment for Jenny (or indeed, for the Guardian).

Moving on to the actual book review part of the piece, we encounter my next problem. Having pointed out the cosmetic similarities to Little Women, Jenny says:

I was hoping for insights into a culture I don’t understand as well as I’d like, but the main thrust… is that big noisy religious families are all more or less the same, which, while undoubtedly true, didn’t add much….

Now whether she meant it or not, that reads as if she is complaining that the Muslim family in this book isn’t different enough to be interesting. Muslims in fiction should be exotic. They shouldn’t try to be like the rest of us. They shouldn’t take inspiration from Little Women. (Remember how Monica Ali was lambasted for daring to write about Princess Diana, instead of staying in Brick Lane?) Reading about people of other cultures should add something (to the experience of white people). It’s a perspective that fails to take into account the fact that a book authored by a Muslim woman, ghosted by a Muslim woman, about Muslim women may not be aimed at white people at all.

So hang on, I hear you asking. If Jenny Colgan didn’t like the book, is she not allowed to say so?

Well, yes. Of course she is. But in her review, she didn’t suggest that she disliked the book. Instead, she used her review platform to make a statement about “greedy” celebrities. Again, she had every right to do this. But was it really appropriate for her to do it as part of a review (and therefore target one writer only), rather than write a general piece, in which she could have mentioned any number of (white, privileged) celebrities?(Morrissey, I’m looking at you.)

And at best, it sounds as if this white author doesn’t understand how little representation Muslim girls have – in the media or in publishing. It sounds as if she has allowed her personal insecurities to cloud her objective judgement. A book reviewer reviews the book, not the author photograph. And in a world dominated by white celebrities, white authors, white reviewers, is it really too much to allow Muslim girls this one successful role model?

Muslim women have little enough of a platform – be it on TV or in publishing - as it is. They do not need to hear that one of the few Muslim women recognized as a success outside of the Muslim community is taking up too much space. And in the past, Jenny Colgan has given glowing reviews to books by (white) celebrities (who didn’t happen to be writing about women, and love, and baking).

Now I’m not a great fan of celebrity novels either, although I do think ghost writers do an excellent, and very underrated job. But in some cases, the value of giving a high-profile role model to (for instance) Muslim girls is more important than literary snobbery, or even the hurt feelings of an author who feels threatened.

Books are a zero sum game, she says. If you’re reading one, you can’t be reading another. 

Not so. Books are stepping-stones. One book leads to another. People reading Twilight sometimes go on to Wuthering Heights. People reading The Secret Lives of the Amir Sisters might well go on to read Little Women. And people being told not to read it may just end up not reading at all. Whether we like it or not, there are people who never read books unless they have a TV or a celebrity connection. Those people feel so disconnected from the world of literature that, unless given permission to read by someone they know from TV, they may never reach for a book at all, let alone Little Women. Are we to ignore them, just because we, as writers, happen not to understand?

Books are for readers, not writers. And if even one non-reader reads a book because of a TV show about baking, then that book will have served its purpose. And if one Muslim girl sees Nadiya Hussain on the cover of a book and tells herself “I could do that,” then once more, it will have served its purpose.

As writers, we are all subject to fears and insecurities. But we’re not in this business to score off readers, or sneer at their choices, or deny role models to those who need them. That kid in the library needs to learn that no-one owes her shelf space, or column inches, or sales, or cookies. As writers, we ought to care about literacy, and empathy, and the good that books – that all books – do. And that means looking at what readers need. Because we’re not children any more, even though sometimes, we feel that way.

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(Part 3)
Translation for English Speakers:
“Siempre que duermo aquí, ella golpea la puerta…mi Mamá…”= “Every time I sleep here (his bedroom), she hits (basically she pounds) the door… my mom”

So.
This part made me rethink his relationship with his mom… he clearly has a lot of good memories with her, so him saying something like this is kind of odd. This part actually really reminds of Perks of Being a Wallflower.
Why?
Well in the book and movie, it’s made clear that Charlie clearly loves his aunt dearly and has tons of great memories about her… but through flashbacks it is implied that she molested Charlie many times before despite being such a loving aunt. Charlie tried to suppress these memories but it comes to light now and again.
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I think that is what happened here. The fact the Sangwoo has these nightmares, hallucinations, visions, whatever you want to call it… of his mom angrily trying to get into his bedroom door at night is suggestive enough. Not only that but he says “every time I sleep here” which means that this was a common occurrence. He’s even terrified and dreads what will happen and this clearly is either a literal memory or based off actual things that would happen to him and I just don’t see why a kid would lock his door in fright of his mom entering his bedroom at night other than because she was going to kill or molest him.

Next the fact that he only kills women (caution: this might be a reach) may show that he has some weird anger towards women perhaps in relation to his mom… or it could just be that women are easier targets but then again, he seemed to have no problems luring that middle aged man into his trap and guys tends to have their guards down especially when it comes down to the prospect of getting some sex, while women tend to be much more wary of danger and thus require more effort to convince into entering ones house.
The most telling evidence of all, which I don’t have pictures for right now, but you can look up chapter 13 on YouTube and read the translation for it, is that he pops a boner thinking about his mom multiple times throughout the story… Bum also reminds him of his mom and he seems to get some sick enjoyment from hearing Bum call out his name and struggle and do sexual things with him.
The fact that he is associating his mom with sex… and even popping a boner… I think is telling enough to make me think that his relationship with his mom isn’t as sweet as it sounds.

“You loved her?” She questioned him,

He nodded,

“So why did you guys end? Why did you leave her?”

“Because,” he paused.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t good for her, I hurt her, you know? I hurt her all the time and sometimes, sometimes.. I meant to, and I hated myself for it but I couldn’t stop. I loved when she stared at me with her big brown eyes that were glistening from the tears. She was so in love with me and I took advantage of it, I was toxic for her. But I loved her, I still do love her. I think a part of me always will. But she deserved so much more and when I left her, I swear the cracks in her heart were visible through her eyes. You could see the pain she was feeling just by looking at her face. But I guess sometimes, you have to hurt someone to help them.”

—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write
Chapter One

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Mystic Messenger High School AU

Word Count: 3,229

I’m so sorry this ended up being so long? But also, not sorry. lololol. Damn, I really really hope you guys like it so far. More to come!


      And there you were. Your shoulder had begun to sweat slightly at the weight of your bag straps as you walked from the classroom. Why had you thought it was a good idea to bring just your purse and carry your books? These classes were much more spread out than you had anticipated and your left arm began to feel like jello under the weight of all the text. Maybe it was time to start working out again? “Maybe…”

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Toxic things feel good. Even better than healty things, always better. That’s why we become addicted. That’s why we fall in love so easily.
—  giulswrites
All Hail the Well-Crafted Romance

Honestly, if only all romance stories were such delicious, slow-burn, carefully constructed journeys! 

Most of the time we only have the faintest sense of why two characters are drawn to each other, and mostly it’s “he’s the protagonist” and “she’s the only female character in this story, shrug emoji”. They look at each other from across the room, and boom, done. 

Originally posted by xsinax

Love stories have a basic shorthand, and they require very little in-text justification. A conversation between a male and a female character, and maybe one minor shared interest (”oh look! They both like books!”), and you’re good to go. You don’t need to lead an audience along very much to get them to expect on a heterosexual romantic subplot. Just play the right song at the right moment and everyone gets the message.

But wouldn’t they be so much better if they didn’t rely on the shorthand? If they actually took the time to show us why these characters are drawn to each other?

Originally posted by undermycroftsumbrella

Meanwhile, Sherlock and John’s relationship is being built before our eyes brick by brick.

theatlantic.com
Forget Self-Esteem—Try Self-Compassion Instead
Trying to boost your own ego is largely pointless. Here's what works better.
By Olga Khazan

Khazan: So what is self-compassion? How is it better?
Neff: It means treating yourself with the same kind of kindness, care, compassion, as you would treat those you care about—your good friends, your loved ones.One component is self-kindness, which is in a way the most obvious. But it also entails a recognition of common humanity—in other words, the understanding that all people are imperfect, and all people have imperfect lives. Sometimes, when we fail, we react as if something has gone wrong—that this shouldn’t be happening. “I shouldn’t have failed, I shouldn’t have had this issue come up in my life.” And this sense that “this shouldn’t be happening,” as if everyone else in the world were living perfectly happy, unproblematic lives. That type of thinking really causes a lot of additional suffering, because people feel isolated and separated from the rest of humanity.

So, when we have self-compassion, when we fail, it’s not “poor me,” it’s “well, everyone fails.” Everyone struggles. This is what it means to be human. And that really radically alters how we relate to failure and difficulty. When we say, “Oh, this is normal, this is part of what it means to human,” that opens the door to the grow from the experience. If we feel like it’s abnormal, this shouldn’t be happening, then we start blaming ourselves.”