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I love her so damn much.

why haven't I gone on a trip where I have to share a room with my crush but oh there is only one bed?

Twilight AU where Bella is rightly Creeped the Fuck Out by Edward rather than intrigued by him and, hoping to defuse the situation before it becomes a Thing, decides to talk to his “sister” about his behavior

What Bella knows about the fallout: Rosalie is out of school for a couple of days, and upon returning gives Bella a thumbs up from across the lunch room but offers no further explanation. Edward is absent from school for a couple of weeks, even when the rest of the Cullens are all there, and then carefully gives her space from then on out.

What Bella does not know about the fallout: Rosalie “Rapist Eater” Hale tore her surrogate brother’s arm off at the shoulder and beat him around the head with it while yelling “Don’t Stalk Girls” until Emmet and Jasper pulled her off of him and made her give the arm back.

**** Spoilers ****

Letters to Jude from Cardan. Only available in the B&N copies of Queen of Nothing by Holly Black.

Fanfiction Club: The Rules

This idea came to me when I woke up first thing this morning.

About a week ago I posted this.

I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:

and my personal favorite

After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.

About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like

I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like

This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”

But I guess the lesson goes like this:

DONT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED FOR WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN

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friendly reminder

that Henry Branwell introduced Magnus Bane to glitter

things you don’t point out about people:

acne

cuts

Scars

body hair in places you’re not used to it being???

fat rolls/curves

how much/how little they’re eating

how skinny they are/what bones they can see because of how skinny they are

How fat they are.

If they have crooked or misaligned teeth maybe even yellowed

If they sweat a lot

don’t do it

don’t

Wylan: Synonyms are weird because if I invite you to my cottage in the forest that sounds nice and cosy, but if I invite you to my cabin in the woods, you are going to die.

Nina: My favourite is explaining the difference between a ‘butt dial’ and a 'booty call’.

Kaz: It’s called connotations.

Jesper: Try this one for size - “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned” versus “Sorry Daddy, I’ve been naughty”.

Matthias: Language is now banned.

Six of Crows characters as Brooklyn-99 quotes

Matthias:

Nina:

Inej:

Kaz:

Jesper:

Wylan:

Honorable Mention:

“Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you’ll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won’t matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.”

Six of crows, Leigh Bardugo

when u try ur best but u don’t succeed

okay, i don’t hate kids. i think they’re sort of funny. i like that you can talk to them like an adult and they’ll make sounds like they understand. i taught one kid “phosphorescence” and he looked at me and said, “they could just call it glowing if it means something that glows.” the kid undid the entire science community in one sentence.

but i hate kids.

or really, i hate how they’ve always been expected from me.

when i was five i was given “babies.” i hated the hardness of dolls, disposed of them for dramatic stories between stuffed animals. i knew how to wrap, feed, and care for a baby before i could spell my last name. when i was nine i was already “watching the kids”. i was only four years older than my cousins were. i wanted to go out and play. instead i was expected to have responsibility. by the time i was thirteen all of my friends had told me about how many children they were going to have in their twenties. 

my hips were “child-bearing” hips. my brother was a scientist, or a fireman, or a steamroller. i was going to make a good housewife, or mom, or nanny, or mom, or mom, or mom.

and when my body hurt, i was told it wasn’t really my body, not really, it belonged to my future children. i couldn’t cut or snip or tie anything; i was trapped by the potential energy that hung above me. a boulder, threatening. i couldn’t get tattoos, because what would i tell my children? i couldn’t kiss a girl, because what would i tell the children? i couldn’t be risky or wild or anything but a lady, because what about the children?

and when i said “i don’t want children” - not biologically, at least, not when cancer and depression and a whole other host of terrible things lives inside me - do you know what they said? “it’ll change, wait and see” “it’s not bad” “you’ll get used to it” “when you meet the right man” “you don’t want to be lonely”.

i don’t hate kids. i’m great with them. 

but then i’m told again that my life will be forfeit to them - something in me snaps angry. “wait until you have kids” “you should travel before you have children” “you’ll be more happy.” 

i hate kids! i’ve snarled. i don’t mean it at all. but god. please, leave me alone. i don’t want to be a biological mom. 

it’s like we’re born with a uterus and told “this is your whole life. your singular purpose. your job.” 

i want to be my own purpose. not here for the sake of passing genes on.

a list of quirks for characters to make them a little more interesting

doesn’t like to wear shoes

always has a piece of sugarfree gum in their mouth

has a collection of cartoon dvds

walks everywhere they go

only wears pastel colors

won’t go anywhere without three hairbands on their wrist

refuses to wear any shoes except red converse

has a crippling fear of something mundane like mushrooms

has a dream notebook filled with every dream they can remember

has a really loud sneeze and goes into sneeze fits

only wears vintage clothing

has damaged hair from messing with it too much

super good at advanced math but can’t do addition for shit

believes in the supernatural, like ghosts

likes to go on midnight shopping trips and run through stores

gets too emotionally attached

loves dogs and has three of them

has hallucinations, but not scary ones

works at a fast food establishment in their free time

always carries a musical instrument with them

always carries a sketchbook with them

likes to name inanimate objects

strictly against drug use

excessively polite

excessively indecisive

can recite the first 200 digits of pi

can only play clocks by coldplay on the piano and plays it 24/7

gets itchy skin when anxious

has to move things around in a certain pattern before going to sleep

worries that if they do one thing wrong they’ll die

obsessed with puzzles

obsessed with rpg videogames

texts with one thumb

always has red painted nails

an amazing runner with super toned legs

has a beautiful voice

has restless legs, especially at night

has terrible performance anxiety

doesn’t like to turn assignments in because they’re afraid they’ll fail

loves science but is really bad at it

can/can’t make friends easily

likes to lie in fields and stare at the stars

believes that wishes can come true

falls deeply in love

bruises super easily

beautiful/horrible handwriting

ambidextrous

only likes nintendo games

only drinks sparkling water

doesn’t watch tv/listen to music

goes to concerts every week

likes slam poetry

likes to study in coffee shops/libraries

doesn’t understand politics but tries nonetheless

wears the same sweatshirt every day

collects sweatshirts

works three part time jobs

crazy intelligent but super shy

likes to memorize phone numbers instead of writing them down

loves to calculate probability

gets homesick very easily

wants to leave home very badly

trips a lot

can’t dance but tries anyway

brushes their teeth seven times a day

incredibly honest to a sometimes brash extent

only draws with mechanical pencils

only writes with pens

collects pens from hotels

wants to believe in heaven but can’t

watches a ton of anime

makes people cute nicknames

makes people origami

uses origami as a coping mechanism

owns a ton of t-shirts from hot topic, but has never been inside

makes all their own food

vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian

eats rice krispies every morning

does everything “for the aesthetic”

watches kids shows

goes to a private school

short term memory loss

loves disney movies

makes lists of random things in their free time

only eats foods with a spoon

only likes to wear skirts

never has their hair down

dyes their hair every two weeks

likes to collect pokemon cards

gets obsessed with games really easily

gives up too easily

gets their heart broken too often

has a mysterious disease

has a big social media following

tries too hard to be popular

likes to draw everything and everyone

can eat a whole lemon

listens to “edgy” music all the time

*******SPOILER ALERT-PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK********

Hello! As requested by so many, here is the B&N exclusive story from The Wicked King! Hope y’all enjoy! I’ll be posting my thoughts and theories about the book later today. Feel free to share your thoughts and theories with me, too! 🙃😭

The reality of Instagram Modeling

Can we take a moment to appreciate how the first mates/mating bond we ever saw was Emrys and Malakai in HoF, and how they were both men.

Can we take a moment to appreciate how a princess with a stick up her ass is unafraid to say she’s in love with another woman.

Can we take a moment to appreciate how Aedion, the Wolf from the North, openly admits that he has had male lovers in the past.

Can we take a moment to appreciate how Morrigan tells Feyre that she prefers women to men.

Can we take a moment to appreciate how there are two High Lords, some of the most powerful people in the world, who do not care that others know that they’ve taken many men to their bed before.

Can we take a moment to appreciate how SJM listens to us and gives us what we ask for without complaint, how she modifies her stories for us.

And some of y'all still cannot be appreciative.

Smh.

TW Don’t kill yourself today

Don’t kill yourself today

Because your Netflix trial still has a week left

Don’t kill yourself today

Because no one else will finish off the chicken in the fridge

Don’t kill yourself today

Because I know for a fact that Starbucks is releasing a new Frappuccino sometime next month

Yes, your mother will miss you

Yes your bully will make a sappy Facebook post about how what a a wonderful person you were

And yes

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem

You know that

You’ve known that

Everyone and anyone has been shoving that down your throat since they first learned what the word suicide meant

So don’t kill yourself

Until you finish your shampoo and conditioner at the same time

Don’t kill yourself

Until Doctor Who is finally cancelled

Don’t kill yourself

Until you tell someone your best pasta recipe 

Don’t kill yourself 

Because I will keep coming up with reasons for you not to

And I need you

To hear all of them

Don’t kill yourself

I love you

You’re important

It’s a bad day

Not a bad life

There is more to this

The world will keep spinning on its axis without you

But

Think of all the sunrises you’d miss

I know this sounds pointless

But when you’re sitting in front of everything deadly you own

Revising your goodbyes

There will be too much darkness 

To see anything else

But this is not about seeing anything else

This is about turning off the lights

This is about finding the bed instead of the noose

This is about giving yourself one more day

Even if it takes ten thousand of those

One more morning’s

Until

“I can’t wait for tomorrow”

This is about staying alive

Because there’s gonna be a new Marvel movie

No one should miss that

This is about staying alive

Because the future is coming 

And it’s ready for you

I don’ t need you to see it

I just need you to believe you can make it 

Until then

- Hannah Dains

wear a different perfume when you commit murder fuckin amateurs 

Underwriting: ways to boost your word count

I wrote a fic recently and the word count for the first draft came to about 40,000 words – roughly the length of a novella or ficlet. And that’s fine because I wasn’t striving for a novel or a 100K slow-burn coffee shop AU.

But coming to edit my first draft I realised something about myself. I am an underwriter. My fic could actually be at least 10k (maybe 20k) longer. Of course it’s not all about word count, it’s about the story, but in this case a smaller word count isn’t because I’m a fantastically efficient storyteller it’s because I’ve missed out a lot of stuff. Like, Important Stuff.

So as I set out to add muscle to the skin and bones I’ve already created in draft one I thought I’d share five tips for my fellow underwriters to help you flesh out your writing too.

1)     Make sure to describe the place and space in which the action happens.

There are quite a few places in my first draft where there’s no indication as to where things are taking place– or there is, but it’s the bare minimum and not really enough to build up a clear picture. This probably because as the writer I know exactly what the place looks like so I make the assumption that a bare minimum description will mean the reader knows too.

Now I’m not saying go into masses of detail about what your settings look like. In some cases it’s not useful to describe setting in a lot of detail (e.g. during really fast paced action sequences) but doing a verbal sketch of the space is essential for putting your characters in context and reader understanding.

I really is a fine balance (which is why beta readers are your friend!) But definitely go back to your setting descriptions if you’re an underwriter, they might need some work.

2)    Make sure to describe your character’s appearance.

Similar to the above point – you know what your characters look like, but unless you describe them, the reader won’t.

It’s fair to say that descriptions are open to reader interpretations, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t describe them in a healthy amount of detail. So you might try to nail down some of the interesting quirks about your characters to help the reader build a picture – not only will it help the readers understanding, it’ll boost your word count too!

Note: This one functions a little differently in a fic because the readers are probably familiar with how the character looks, but there is nothing wrong with adding your interpretation (or even reminding them, especially if the characters are from a book.)

3)   Include character reactions outside of what they say out loud.

Real life conversations aren’t just about the stuff that comes out of our mouths. So much of human interaction is about body language – so include it in your writing! Saying that the character covers their mouth with their hand when they talk suggests shyness. While another character crossing their arms shows they’re defensive -perhaps because they’re feeling threatened. In real life we don’t always say what we mean – but a lot of the time our actions give away what we’re really thinking. By including these actions around dialogue writers can influence how we as readers view characters and how we interpret interactions between characters. And it can boost your word count too.

The big stuff:

4)     Check your pacing.

When you write it feels like your scene is taking place over hours, days, weeks because when you’re writing it takes time. Reading, on the other hand, is much quicker. A seasoned reader can fly through a 100 page novel in a few hours – a seasoned writer can spend hours writing a 100 words.

When you read back your writing, make sure to check your pacing. You might just find that the Impossible Task you set for your characters at the start of the story is suddenly resolved within the next fifty pages. To boost your word count you might want to start by adding more obstacles between the character and their goal.

For example; your character has to find an object such as a precious jewel. Sounds relatively easy, right? But what if the jewel is lost in the mines of an ancient people, amongst thousands of other treasures that look very similar? What if no one has found this jewel because it’s guarded by a fire breathing dragon? What if the ancient mines and dragon are located in a mountain which is miles and miles away across dangerous lands? What if your characters need to enlist the help of someone with a very specific skill set?

You take one simple objective (finding the jewel) and you put into play a series of obstacles that must be overcome in order to complete the objective. Your underwriting tendencies, like mine, might just mean that there aren’t enough metaphorical (or real) dragons in your story!

5)    Sub-plots.

A sub-plot is a smaller scale plot - often involving the supporting characters - which runs secondary to the main plot. It can be directly linked to the main plot, i.e. the info provided in the subplot directly influences events in the main plot. Or it can simply be linked through place, time or themes of the overall story (e.g. Hermione’s elf rights campaign ‘S.P.E.W’ in Harry Potter and the OoTP is linked to the overall theme of oppression.)

Sub-plots are great because they can serve as some respite from a traumatic main plot; your character is fighting a war (main plot) but also fighting and failing (in hilarious ways) to win the affection of their love interest (sub-plot).

Plus, sub-plots can also help with characterisation, can cause your main character to have the moment of realisation which allows them to overcome the obstacles they face in the main plot and is generally a better reflection of real life! Sub-plots often centre on side-kicks and other characters – people who might not be as devoted to the end goal as the protagonist is. In fact, well written side characters seemingly live their own lives with their own goals. You might choose to showcase this in your sub-plot by letting the conflict of interest cause more problems for the protagonist to overcome.

Either way you could find your word count sky rockets as soon as you add in a few clever sub-plots.

I hope this helped!

Got any questions? Send me an ask

The 10 o’clock train

Okay u guys, so this is the first time that I post any of my writing, so if u got any comments or tips I’d be eternaly greatfull!!!

                       The sky suddenly opened up, and as the rain started to pour down, they ran across the street to the station. Already soaked, through and through, her otherwise loose dress stuck to her legs, as they made their way down the stairs. At the sight of an approaching lot of people, he gripped her hand tightly and pulled her closer, careful not to get lost in the swarm. Weaving in and out of children, couples and the occasional elder citizen, they held tightly on to one another. The crowd started to scatter, either hurrying up the stairs to the inevitable rain or further down the hall to the trains waiting to take them to their destinations. They got to the platform, and he made to loosen his grip, but she only held on tighter. He looked down upon her, meaning to tell her she could let go if she wanted, but she merely smiled at him, squeezing his hand for emphasis. Why on earth would I want to let go? Her eye seemed to ask. Her hair – which had been neatly arranged just 30 minutes ago – was now plastered across her face, her red dress no longer flowing in that special way, and yet she looked even more astonishing than ever before.

                         A train arrived at the platform, and they were once again crowded and pushed together by the countless people getting in and out of the train. She laid an arm around his waist, resting her head in the nook between his chest and shoulder. Above all of the noise, she could hear his heartbeat. She rather liked listening to his heart beating, especially when he’d be asleep, but she wasn’t, or whenever they were squashed together like now. The horde vanished as fast as it’d come once the train left, and the passengers started to make their way towards the exit. Above their heads, one of the speakers rustled as if clearing its throat, “Attention passengers, the 10 o’clock train towards the central station has been delayed due to weather conditions, we apologise for the inconvenience.” As the speaker once again rustled and went out, he turned his head to look down upon her, finding her already looking at him, with a displeased expression in her deep blue eyes. “Beautiful summer, huh?” he asked her with a crooked smile. Summer was always like this so they ought to be used to it by now, but somehow the poor weather always seemed to take them by surprise. “You’re not funny, you know!” she tilted her head back, looking at him as if she was getting cross. “Yes, I am. In fact, I’m so damn hilarious that only those of the highest intellect, might understand my impeccable sense of humour,” he looked away, pretending to think, “must be why you don’t get it, I suppose.” Before he saw it coming she withdrew her hand and whacked him at the back of the head. “Ouch!” he burst out, rubbing the spot with one hand. “You deserved it! And if my memory serves me right, when we first met, you proclaimed that I was ‘the funniest person, you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting’.” He shook his head, drops of rain falling as he did, and put both his arms around her small figure. Despite of the wet layers of clothes it felt nice, standing there his arms around her, as he snuggled her head into the comforting warmth of his body.

                         They stood like that for a while, his arms around her shoulders, her head half buried in his chest. After some time, she lifted her head, taking a step back to look him in the eyes. “So, how shall we pass the time? Seems to me that the train might not be here for quite some time.” He thought for a second, taking in the almost empty platform, and the few people scattered on various benches. He pulled back, letting go of her fully. Just as she opened her mouth to protest – already missing the heat from his body – he stretched out his left hand towards her. “Dance with me?” She started to laugh, but stopped abruptly as she laid her eyes on him. His face serious, eyes sincere and sparkling. “Well…uh…well there’s just the slight problem that I can’t actually dance.” His smile widened, “neither can I,” he conceded. “But we haven’t got any music either!” she protested. He merely ignored her, grabbing the headphones currently dangling out of his pocket and waved them an inch from her face. “Don’t we?” the crooked smile on his face grew.  

                         They each took one of the earbuds, as he dug up his phone willing it to play her favourite song. As the song started to play he once more stretched out his left hand towards her. While she put her small hand in his larger one – both of their hands still shaking because of the rain. He slid his right hand around her waist, leaving it to rest on her back. They both took a small step closer to the other, as she finally placed her remaining hand upon his upper arm. The music began to pour out and into their heads, as they started to move – clumsily at first, but with each passing minute more and more sure of themselves and their partner. As the dance grew more fluid, and their smiles grew equivalently bigger people started to notice them – the two teenagers dancing happily as if they hadn’t a care in the world. The minutes passed, just as the people around them, yet neither of them noticed, utterly infatuated with each other and the music only they could hear. Time passed, the arms on the clock above their heads moving around, trains arriving and leaving, neither of them bestowed with the pleasure of bringing the young couple home. No, they just stayed there at the platform, unaware of the time that passed – happy in the company of the other.

The writing process:

My fav quote ever has to be “the quickest way to a mans heart is through the fourth and fifth rib” god bless Amrens immortal soul

things got analytical in the discord channel

math problem: *begins with “we know that..”*

me: WE dont know SHIT

2% girl 98% anxiety