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Tips on writing Southern style for Leonard McCoy.

Being a native southerner and living in Georgia - the home of the great Dr Leonard McCoy and DeForest Kelley - I thought it would be fun to offer some tips for writing about the South.  I love reading Bones fanfics, but I see a lot of misconceptions about my home state and city, Atlanta.  THIS IS NOT MEANT AS CRITICISM OF ANYONE’S WRITING!!!  Hopefully people will see it in the fun spirit with which it’s intended!  I’ve also tagged a few people who have written Bones stories that I’ve really enjoyed.  I hope that’s ok!!  I love everything you creative writers do!!

1.  Y’all is plural.  And yes, we say y’all all the time, but only to refer to groups of more than one person.  It’s never you guys or even you when referring to a group - ALWAYS y’all.  I can’t talk without using that word!

2. Georgia is the peach state, but we’re not drowning in peaches.  The state doesn’t smell like peaches, taste like peaches, or drip peach juice.  

3. What we are drowning in is Coke.  AKA Dixie champagne, the elixir of life, the secret formula.  Nobody calls it Coca-cola, it’s just Coke.  Coke is headquartered in Atlanta and employees are not allowed to have any other soft drink on pain of being fired if they’re caught!  (True!!)  I’ve known people who wouldn’t attend a church event because someone was serving Pepsi!  Also, all soft drinks are called Coke.  If someone says, “Would you like a Coke?”  It means “Would you like any carbonated beverage of the Coke family?”  It’s never called pop or soda or anything else (especially Pepsi.)

4. Atlanta is not a small town.  It’s a city of about 450 million people.  If your story setting is Atlanta, then remember that there are no rolling fields or country roads here.  But there is Lenox Mall, Phipps Plaza, lots of nice restaurants, and lots of streets named Peachtree.  Peachtree Street, Peachtree Way, Peachtree Avenue, and Peachtree Battle Ave. are all within about a mile of my house.

5. We don’t call each other “Darlin’”.  Sometimes we call each other “hon’” or “sweetie” or I might call a boy “bud” or “buddy” but I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone called “Darlin’

6. I would suggest not writing in Southern dialect.  It’s hard to read and frequently sounds more country than Southern.  And yes, there is a difference.  Country is more redneck, Southern is more elegant.

7. We frequently say “Bless your heart”, but it’s sort of a way of saying “Isn’t she/he sweet but stupid…”  For example, “She ordered a Pepsi, bless her heart.”

8.  Outside of metro Atlanta is rural.  Really rural.  Georgia is a beautiful state that has both beaches and mountains and we love to take advantage of both!  But not everyone lives on a farm.  I would love to read a story where Bones takes the reader to Amelia Island or St Simon’s Island - it would just be so real!  Also, we don’t ever call it the shore.  It’s always the beach.

9. It does get hot here.  REALLY hot!  And humid. But it also gets cold here - but cold to us is anything below about 45 degrees.  And the reason we’re so cold is because nobody knows what to do with it - we might own one winter jacket, so when it goes down to 20 degrees everyone just freezes.  But it’s not hot here year-round.

10. Manners are super-important.  Children are taught to say “Yes Ma’am” and “Yes Sir” from birth.  I still say yes ma’am and sir to people older than me. Gentlemen pretty much all still open doors for ladies, pull out their chairs, and stand when a lady approaches your dinner table in a restaurant (then the lady always says “Go ahead and sit!! Don’t stand on my account!”) McCoy would totally be into doing this. We ladies enjoy it.  Nobody is insulted.  But ladies also open doors for gentlemen.  We just try to be nice to each other.  I apologize if anyone ever met someone met someone rude from Georgia!  They must have been having a bad day, bless their heart. (Maybe someone offered them a Pepsi…)

11.  It’s true that tea is always iced.  And sweet. And we drink it all the time. Unless we’re drinking Coke. 

12. To me, McCoy does not sound like he has any accent, - I just don’t hear it. But Kirk sounds a little funny sometimes! 

 OK - I’m going to stop here.  If anyone has any questions please feel free to ask!!  I’m hoping to read a lot more Bones stories and I hope this helps!

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anonymous asked:

How do you think Magnus convinces the boy squad to go with him to Karaoke this Friday?

Oh my sweet little anon. How, how? one word. 

Even. 

as soon as Magnus mentions Karaoke to the boy squad, there is a collective groan. Actually it is mostly from Isak. Mahdi quite likes the idea. 

Isak stares at him in surprise. 

“what? I love music. I’ve been in choir half my life.” 

now Jonas and Magnus are also staring at him. 

“shut up. You don’t know me” Mahdi shifts biting into his sandwich. 

Jonas blinks a couple times, trying to let the shock pass before turning to Magnus “who’s gonna be there?” 

“you’re actually considering this?” Isak asks “it’s another bus thing. You hate the bus thing…not to mention” he lowers his voice dramatically “pepsi max” 

“but dude that’s a lot of girls” Jonas argued “and music is fun.” 

Isak rolled his eyes “anti capitalism my ass” he muttered earning a death stare from Jonas and a high five from Mahdi. 

“So?” Magnus asked with his hands raised “are we going?” 

“nei, you guys can but I am not spending three hours singing beyonce with 20 drunk pepsi max girls.” 

Suddenly Isak felt warm arms wrap around his neck from behind. he smiled and looked up just as Even pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. Even walked around the table and sat next to Isak, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. 

“did someone say beyonce?” 

Isak groaned “fy faen” 

Magnus grinned “Well actually-”

“nei Magnus” Isak tried to interject, knowing exactly what was going to happen. 

Even raised his eyebrows, and rubbed Isak’s shoulder. “are you hiding beyonce from me baby? now that is extremely unfair.” 

Isak couldn’t help smiling. god dammit everytime Even was around his cheeks hurt like hell. 

“hmm what is it?” he pressed smiling closely at Isak making him giggle. 

Isak rolled his eyes and waved at Magnus “he wants to go to some russbuss event thing.” 

“Oh? Vilde’s bus?’ Even asked intrigued. 

Magnus nodded “they are going to karaoke and Vilde invited me because i’m her boyfriend and everything” 

“you literally don’t need to say that in every sentence man” Mahdi stated. 

Even grinned “KARAOKE!” he exclaimed enthusiastically 

Isak shook his head, while still smiling at his boyfriends adorable excitement. He was foreever conflicted between being his sarcastic self and melting at Even’s soft beauty, whenever he was around. 

“I love Karaoke.” Even said nodding “we would love to come.” 

Isak whined. 

“what?” Even said teasingly as he pressed his forehead against Isak’s “you have something against karaoke” 

“nei” Isak smiled, his chest getting warm and fluffy. 

“you don’t want me to serenade you?” 

Isak leant his head back, his face flushed with a giant toothy grin, making Even’s entire world glow “Eveeeeeen” 

Even pouted “please? sing beyonce with me?” 

“fy faen” Isak breathed. knowing he could never say no to pouty beyonce loving Even. 

Magnus grinned “it’s gonna be lit.” 


Oh my gosh this wasn’t meant to be a drabble I swear….but it became one i’m so sorry <3 

Evak Prompt - Protective Even

Requested by @is-there-any-name-left:

Can you do some protective Even over Isak, where he absolutely loses it infront of the girl squad and boy squad? Headcanon is that Even has a dark side (not too bad) that he only really unleashes in defence of his friends and loved ones? :)

Even has some catching up to do.

He’s pregaming with Isak’s friends in Noora’s apartment. Whenever he hangs out with them, he doesn’t get their jokes, doesn’t understand their history, doesn’t know what they let each other get away with versus what they call each other out on. Even hasn’t known that kind of friendship since he was tight with Mikael’s crew, and he misses it.

He knows Isak, though. Better than anyone else, he’s sure of it. That’s what happens when you live with someone. He knows that Isak has as much trouble sleeping through the night as he does. That he started reading the Bible just so he’ll have something to discuss with his mom. That he believes Google will answer all his questions:

How do you help someone when they’re depressed?

Studying hacks

Are you a bad person if you’re gay but used to hook-up with girls?

It’s not Even’s fault that Isak doesn’t delete his search history.

“You’re joining Pepsi Max?”

Isak’s voice brings Even back into the pregame. He vaguely knows who Pepsi Max are, but nothing about them.

“We’re not joining them,” Sana says. “We’re sharing a bus.”

“Cool Norwegian party girls,” Noora deadpans.

“You’re going to be on a bus with Ingrid and Sara?” Isak asks Eva. Even notices Jonas working hard to avoid eye contact with them. “Is that a good idea?”

“As long as there aren’t any boys around,” Vilde says. Noora rolls her eyes in way that’s meant to be noticed, but doesn’t say anything.

“Oh, we’re going to be on that bus,” Magnus says as he puts his arm around Vilde. “Right?”

“Maybe Isak’s looking for an excuse to see Sara again,” Mahdi says, nudging him. At Magnus’s confusion, he continues, “Fuck, you didn’t know? They used to date. It was hilarious.”

Even knew about that. When Isak told him, he looked the way he does now: head down, fidgety, shy.

“Honestly Isak, how did you not know you were gay?” Eva asks, giggling. She is doing more gaming than pregaming. “I mean, I knew when I saw you kiss. There was no way you were into her.”

Here is something else Even knows about Isak: he doesn’t like talking about his sexuality. Not because he’s ashamed. Because it’s confusing, occasionally messy, and fucking personal. They don’t sit around discussing when they knew they liked guys. They do, however, sit around discussing how much they like each other. It’s their second favourite pastime.

“Do you remember when we thought he was hooking up with Chris?” Eva asks Noora. “Penetrator Chris?”

“You thought that?” Isak asks, but his tone suggests what Even’s thinking: why were they thinking about that at all?

“We really did! Oh, do you remember when Eskild followed you on Instagram? Did you even know who he was then?”

“Uh, no. Not really.”

“He was trying to figure out if you were gay! Our own private investigator.”

Isak won’t look at anyone or laugh with Eva. He’s slouching, and he let go of Even’s hand. Withdrawn.

Even knows Isak, and he fucking hates when he’s like this.

“Do you guys not have your own lives?”

Everyone looks at Even because it’s the first thing he’s said other than mumbles of agreement. And it comes out kind of loud.

So, he’s got an audience. May as well make use of it. “What makes you think any of this is your business?”

“Hey, chill,” Mahdi says. “We’re just having fun.”

“Exactly. You’re treating his life like it’s fucking entertainment for you.”

Even feels something too familiar: short breath, quick pulse, some mixture of anger and fear that he knows will get him in trouble. It did with Yousef.

“Everyone gossips,” Eva says. “It’s not a big deal.”

It is though, and there’s only one way Eva can understand that. He’ll use the only ammo he has.

“Like about how you cheated on Jonas with Chris?”

It’s too far and Even knows it immediately. All he knows about Jonas and Eva is what he said, but it’s obvious there’s more to the story given the million silent conversations happening around him.

He leaves before someone has to ask him to. 

Noora’s room still feels like Isak’s room.

Sure, it smells better now, and it’s actually clean, but it’s still the place where Isak convinced Even not to worry about hurting him, to just enjoy being in love with each other.

He can’t stop other people from hurting Isak, though. And when he tries to, he just makes everything worse. Like he always fucking does.

“Why are you hiding in here?”

Isak enters his old room and closes the door.

“I made everything weird for you,” Even says.

Isak shakes his head. “It was already weird. You were the only one who acknowledged it.”

“They hate me.”

“They hate themselves for being assholes. It’s not you.”

“When I see you upset like that, I don’t know. I can’t just let it go. I need you to be ok.” Isak’s smile surprises him. “What?”

“Everyone else would rather I just let stuff go than actually be ok. This is a nice change.”

“You’re not mad?” Even’s too used to people being mad at him. He’s always doing the wrong thing. 

“Of course not. You probably shouldn’t have brought up Eva’s thing with Chris, but whatever. I appreciated it.”

Isak takes Even’s hands in his and plays with them. “Wait till you see what I’ll do if someone talks shit about you,” Isak says.

Even raises his eyebrows. “You’ll kick their ass?”

“Oh no, I’d lose in that scenario. But I will wound them with my words.”

“I’m going to start a rumour about myself just to see that.”

“Careful what you wish for. I’m brutal.”

Even kisses him and calls him on his bluff. Isak’s soft, sweet. Maybe brutally so.

So he’s going to keep protecting him.

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Hope like despair, are two sides of a coin, always together, just like happiness and sadness. Truth and lie are also, always together.

Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Humor
AU: Some non-Despair, Science babies
Shipping: Celestia Ludenberg x Kyouko Kirigiri

(35 drabbles on Celegiri, oh man.)

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Fanfiction: The Coffee Bar (1/?)

I apologise for the wait, lovelies.  I’m afraid that when I said I’d have it up yesterday, I wasn’t anticipating an outing in the afternoon…  I really needed it, though!  The company was fantastic! ;) Dinner was lovely, and I was so tired when I got home that I barely had the energy to wash my face and brush my teeth before I promptly passed out in bed. :D

Enjoy! 

This was meant to include Saturday night, too, but I got a little carried away and I’m just gonna re-write Saturday night tomorrow when I get home from work, because I’m not happy with what I have for it right now.


Title:  
The Coffee Bar (1/?)
Rating: PG-13
Words:  1,244
Pairings: SlyPKC/NovaHD
Prompt:   “Coffee Shop AU would be magical (any pairing)”

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