#i just woke up hope im making sense grammatically

[denkilightning]

this all makes it even better :))) also knowing charles anger issues, him being ready to insult even his own family, slamming desks, physically blocking his escape, and yelling at al (he was ready to do so at a ball full of people he mustve been even worse in private) if charles didnt like a concept of something alastair wouldnt have dared to do it or talk about it in anything but negative light

which makes you wonder if alastair hasnt learnt about the 'charlotte cheated with gideon' from him, or at least if hes heard him repeat it

especially since as far as i remember, alastair doesnt bully people for their families but strictly for their own vulnerabilities (james' eyes, thomas' height, mathew being mathew)

which if he did learn from charles, it would not only make very unfortunate sense, it would also close everything in a horrific circle

hi btw at the latest (1900 i.e. before 1901) alastair and charles met when al was 16 and charles was 21. as in al would be a high school junior/ in year 10/11 writing gces and charles would be in fucking college. and theres a very high chance they met even earlier. *points at alastair and shakes the entire fucking cast of tlh* that is not a bad person that is a grooming victim who was still in relationship with his abuser at the start of the series!! not even mentioning his fucking father!!! what the actual fuck!!! at the start of the series that is a 19 year old That Is Still A Child. what the actual fuck

[timbrewulfy]

first post, also just played In Stars and Time (SPOILERS)

can't believe I finally created my tumblr blog just to rant about my new obsession. please ignore any spelling/grammatical errors, i promise im smart. anyway, I just finished playing ISAT yesterday and it caused me emotional turmoil. it also made me spend a lot of time thinking about the connection between Loop and Siffrin. and I realized something. from Loop/Siffrin's POV, ISAT is basically a time travel fix-it story. lemme explain. on technicality, Loop is a FUTURE Siffrin. they experienced countless loops first and got to the king first. when they gave up, made a new wish, and ate the star, they became Loop, a celestial being formed by Wish Craft. and then they woke up under the favor tree to see their PAST SELF, BEFORE THE LOOPS EVEN HAPPENED. Loop time traveled to the past, but that also meant their timeline was erased. it's not that Loop's wish made a copy or clone of themselves, the Siffrin we know, that "replaces" them. it makes more sense that Loop, being a future Siffrin from their perspective, is helping their past self and in turn themselves because it'll affect their future, thus fulfilling their wish for someone to help them. they still become furious when their past self is actually able to win this time, likely because they still don't understand why the universe put them there in the past. they think it's just another cruel joke, that they're "supposed to shut up and take it." they didn't even know breaking the loops was actually possible. not to mention, Siffrin has a habit of becoming self-loathing when they're "useless" or incapable of something in comparison to others, and Loop is only a future version of Siffrin. so they see their past self achieve what they couldn't, they wonder why they didn't just hold on the first place, but then....Loop begins to fade. and wouldn't this be because.....if their past self never gave up this time, Loop would've never eaten the star? would've never even became Loop? this means Loop altered their own timeline. changed their fate by helping their past self. and they fade, because now they will get to be happy when their past self reaches the future. and they ONLY fade when it's certain that their task has been completed, that they have truly altered the course of Siffrin's life. sure, it may be paradoxical because then Loop wouldn't have gone back in time to help Siffrin, right? but the thing is, besides Loop being time traveled back to before Siffrin knew of loops, Siffrin is shown to remember anything over timelines from that point onward. so. if Loop, aka future Siffrin, was put in the past to help their past self gain a better future, so that Loop would've never had to eat the star (which wouldn't be finalized until the very end of act 5, into act 6, when Siffrin has enough hope to not give up, mind you), and Loop fades because their fate will now be whoever past Siffrin grows to be, then this ending will remain permanent and not be cancelled out by Loop "never existing", BECAUSE Siffrin still remembers any timeline anyway. they will always remember Loop. and perhaps Loop WILL be seeing Siffrin again, as they stated, but in their reflection in the future. perhaps they realize this as they fade, and that's why they're okay with it in the end. when they fight, it's like scott vs older scott in scott pilgrim takes off, basically. anyway i love siffrin he's the mentally ill protagonist ever.

[bellismaperry]

YOUNG GOD {Loki One Shot}

HII GUYYSSS, so this is my first One shot ever!! its short I know and I may have some grammatical errors but thats because english its not my first language too plsssss work with me, IM STILL LEARNING. but I hope you guys like it!!  pls send me some feed back I would love to know you if you guys like it or not!! For the next one I promise it would be longer!! bye!!! love guys lots!! 

Warnings: cursing

Word count : 1,096

Vera’s POV.

 Never thought in a million years, I would be millions of galaxies away from home, sitting in a throne with a crown in my head and beautiful man looking at me with love and desire ,like if I was the last beautiful thing on the universe. My way of seeing things changed when I met him. He looked everything with a different sight and state of mind, It was like I was starting to learn how to live all over again.

 I remember the day I met him, I was lonely and sad with my self, everything I touched died and everything I loved hated me. I was in the edged of falling and giving up with my self.I was sitting on a park bench in central park, when a tall, lean , green eye man sat next to me. With no explanation at it all, he just sat and look up at the sky like looking for an answers or something. I didn’t know of course, I just knew about his existence a seconds ago. But now that I know, it was like it was planned to for us to meet each other, you may say faith it was what brought us together. But in reality it was destiny, he was meant to me and I to him.

 A minutes passed and he was still looking at the sky , by this point I was amazed of  how in the world his neck didn’t hurt from looking up all this time, but other than that it didn’t bother me it all, the light from the moon and starts would light up his face making it look flawless with no imperfection it all.

 After basically eye raping him, I decided to have courage and talk to him. I go and sit side ways and slight tap him in the shoulder. “hi?, Are you ok there buddy?” I say nervous of course, its not everyday you see a walking master piece. He takes a deep breath closes his eyes and ignores me like I was some trash laying there. I bite my lips and shake my head, by this time my head already label him as an asshole. But there was something in my heart that told me to keep going until he responded.

 “you know its rude as hell to sit next to a person in bench that its very noticeable its taken and not respond when talk to’’ I say crossing my arms against my chest. See this my problem with me, my temper gets a hold of me and fucks shit up. But with him turn it for the better.

He still didn’t respond; by this time I was ready to slap his perfect face. “you are still not going to respond aren’t you? Are you deaf or something?” I snap at him. And this time I did get a reaction, and a big one.

 “Woman you don’t know what you just got your self into” he says with a strange thick accent as he finally looks down and gives me the most deadly glare I've seen. I stand up from the bench and face him. “ oh really? Try me” just when he was to answer me an alarm goes of in the park, lights are all over the park, people shouting, it was straight out of a movie.  “what’s going on?” I yell over the noises. And I tell you, If I knew what was going on I would have ran for my dear life in a second, but I’m glad as hell I didn’t.

 lets remember I still don’t know who he was or even know his name and yet I let him grab me by my arm and pull me over to his chest. just in seconds my whole vision went black leaving me in pure bliss. When I woke up I remembered looking at my surroundings and not believing what I was seeing. The place gold and orange colors a little futuristic and medieval in a mix. I look to my right and see him standing in all his glory looking at the far. “ Where Am I?” I whisper he looks at me and gives me a devilish smile. “Asgard” he responds as he bents down to my level. “Asgard?” I say to my self in confusion. I never heard of Asgard until he said it, and man what I was missing out all this time.

 “yes, it’s the best kingdom of all the nine realms” he says with light in his eyes and a smile in his face.”really?” I respond with a smile, its not everyday your basically kidnap by some hot ass balls man and takes you to a place that is basically brought out of a story book.

 He shakes his head starts laughing “ Of course not!, were only were cause this only place where I wont get killed!” he says laughing. “ You people of Midgard are still so stupid” I looked at him at shock. In my mind the only thing that was circling  around was. ‘what the hell I just got myself into’.

 I stand up from the ground and I push him to the ground making him fall over to his back. “ why did you took me!” I yell to him. He looks at me and laughs again. I stare at him with confusion. “oh please don’t act like you didn’t want me to take you with me, you were basically asking for it” he says. I shake my head “You only spoke one sentence! And it was to warn me! How in the hell , you conclude that me a woman who you just met, well not met cause we bery can count what you said to me as talking, wanted to go with you?! Is this a freaking prank or something? Cause you must be fucking joking” he stares at me for a solid minute before answering to me. “ it was all over your aura, sadness, death , depression , it was all disgusting. We both know you wanted to go to a place your people call heaven and I can tell you it won’t be tonight or soon”

 And just with that he destroyed my walls down. Sense that day I was never the same. And practically ignored the fact that the whole time we were in the park, he was wearing a strange leather and green thing with a specter in his hands, and just because of that I knew it was destiny for us to meet.. 

[backonefish]

ANNUAL WRITING SELF-EVALUATION 2016

@paynner tagged me in this (i hope this is still her name :p). And I’m super excited to do this even if I really don’t have much to say. But anywho, here goes.

1. List of works published this year: 

A Whole New World

In a World Like This

(it hit me the minute I posted my second fic that both the titles were incredibly similar and it was too late too change. Le sigh. Tis life)

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

I know IAWLT was the more popular one, but I’m quite impartial to my first one, AWNW (what the hell are these acronyms? Is this what I get for naming fics after song titles?). It was the first one I wrote for the 1D fandom and it kind of took a life of its own. The minute I saw the prompt, the plot fell into place and I loved being able to write all the Disney into their banter. It was just so much fun to write. I don’t think I’ve written anything that has been that much fun and I kept having to tell myself to focus on actual life and not write.

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

Um… neither? I know I’m more proud of AWNW, so ergo, the other should be my least. But I really loved writing both and I’m quite proud of both. I mean they’re not literary masterpieces, but I liked them enough to publish… Having said that, there is still stuff I would like to change.

For AWNW, I still feel like the bet was a little too rushed and forced. I had to keep re-writing that part and wished I could’ve fleshed it out more. I also feel like I suck at endings, bc I get super into developing the plot and once I figure out how to end it, I rush into it so quickly and just want to be done. And then when I go back, I wish I had a full more bodied ending. I dunno if that makes sense, but it’s something I need to work on.

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

Can I pick two? I’m going to pick two. Both are from AWNW. (this part turned out to be quite long. sorreeee)

“I Just Can’t Wait to be King” is what wakes him up on Wednesday. It used to be what woke his parents up every day when he was a child and the Lion King was the best thing ever. Except he’s no longer a kid and karma’s a bitch.

Today when he drinks tea, he covers Simba’s face with a strategically placed thumb. He places the mug in the sink once he’s done, only to double back and place a kiss on Simba’s face. It’s really not Simba’s fault that his neighbour is an asshole who can’t respect sleeping hours.

That night, Louis stuffs his ears with cotton and hopes for the best.

---

On Thursday, hopes come true. For the first time that week, Louis is woken up by his alarm. Not some –

The angst filled notes of “Let it Go” comes thudding through the walls. Never mind then. Hopes are meant to be dashed.

---

It’s Friday and “Tale as Old as Time” is playing through his walls and really, being woken up every fucking day by a piano playing, Disney loving neighbour, is a tale as old as time. Tomorrow is Saturday. Surely, his neighbours understand the sanctity of a Saturday.

---

Surely he has been more wrong in his life? It’s currently 7:20 and Louis is lying in bed listening to a much improved version of “A Whole New World.” Neighbour #2 is getting better at this. Too bad the same can’t be said for Louis’ sleep.”

K, So I loved this bit bc I was quite proud with how things flowed. It was one of the first ideas that came to me about the fic and stylistically, I enjoyed the movement from one day to the next and the chance to incorporate the Disney songs into the transitions.

And

Perhaps he too should write a poem.

He pulls out a blank sheet of paper and chews his pen.

Harry. He’ll write a poem for Harry.

Hair that shines like a princess

No. He scratches that out and starts again. It’s still too soon.

Skin as soft as a petal

Hair as shiny as the sun

Eyes so – what rhymes with petal? Metal? Nettle? Kettle? Ah, yes. That will work.

Eyes as green as my kettle

Harry, you are my number one.

Dimples as deep as the sea

Lips that make me want to come

Heart as pure as can be

Harry, you are my only one.

Perfect. Literary genius, he is. This is Pulitzer Prize worthy. He rewrites the poem carefully on a fresh sheet of paper and then decorates it with hearts and flowers. He spends the rest of the day in eager anticipation for when he gives the poem to Harry.

Ten pm finally rolls around when Harry texts Louis to say that he’s home. Louis bounds over eagerly, knocking obnoxiously until Harry opens the door.

“Here,” he bypasses Harry’s greeting to thrust the poem taped to a bouquet of flowers he’d picked up on his way home.

“Lou,” Harry breathes, caught off guard, “What is this.”

“I wrote you a poem,” Louis points at the paper, rocking on his feet impatiently. “Read it.”

“Okay,” Harry says, floored. He places the flowers on the table and carefully pulls the poem free. He reads silently, lips mouthing along the words. When he’s done he looks at Louis, eyes wide and slightly teary.

“This is the nicest thing anyone’s done for me,” Harry says, voice wavering slightly.

“So you liked it?” Louis asks, shy all of a sudden.

“I loved it. Your kettle is very green,” Harry agrees.

Louis nods. He’s quite proud of that line. Harry reaches out to cup Louis’ jaw with one hand, poem still clutched tightly in his other.

“Your lips make me want to come too,” Harry whispers, leaning down.

This is my other favourite bc its so absurd. The poem is so bad. I love it. It’s crazy and stupid. It was the most ridiculous thing I could write and I did write it and it just worked with the nature of the fic. Also I could easily picture Larry being this ridiculous about shit (*cough* the wind makes nice waves) and being so in love with each other that they can’t see how bad it is. So yeah. These two pieces.

(also wow, apologies for all the grammatical errors in AWNW)

5. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

Ahhh, I love every single kudo, like, bookmark and comment. I’m still flabbergasted that someone would take the time to appreciate my fic in any sense. So thank you.

If I had to pick one (im sorry if this is cheesy) but I loved the comment paynner left on IAWLT. I wrote it based on her prompt but never in a million years would I expect her to leave such a heartfelt comment on my fic. Like, she picked excerpts she liked and commented on it, promoted it on tumblr and then even proposed to me (I said yes). It honestly doesn’t get better than that. Forever grateful.

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

Oh… um right before I started writing Larry. I used to write for other fandoms and stopped bc I was no longer inspired? And just real life got in the way and I didn’t see the purpose of writing anymore.

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you

This is super tough. I want to say the Harry and Louis I wrote for AWNW. They’re both so ridiculous and over the top. I never imagined writing them like that and it actually working.

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

Well one, I started writing again, and two, I’m writing RPF and AUs which I never imagined id do. But moreover, I wrote more comedic, light hearted fluff. I used to write angst bc I get angst and it was what I always wrote. So coming back into a completely different genre was nerve-wracking but also so much fun and quite rewarding. I got to be sillier in my work, insert more of my thought process into the characters, and actually create worlds.

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

I want to return to angst next year, and write a longer fic. Mainly, commit to something long enough to actually write it. The last time I wrote a multi-chaptered fic, I was so tired by the end of it and was the worst at updating. So yeah, commit to writing, create a proper schedule to write, and all that jazz.

Oo I also really want to develop my side characters more. Make them more well rounded and bodied and more central to the plot.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

Can I just say all the authors in this fandom have been a huge inspiration. I’ve been reading fic for the past year and a half and I’m always so incredibly floored by the variety, talent, and uniqueness of each fic. So, yeah, a huge thank you to everyone who has written.

I will pick out three (bc I love doing things in threes) who have definitely been a positive influence.

Zarah5 (I hope that wherever she is, she’s doing amazing.) Stylistically, the way she writes… wow. The ability to convey emotion and fears through actions and dialogue only, is so unique and I’m in awe of how she does it. Her plots are so detailed and nuanced and just pull me under (see what I did there? I can be punnier than harry). Also her sentence structure? She embodied the characters as the narrators so well and utilizes that into unique sentence structures. I’ve yet to see someone who can write in such a manner.

@alienproof so I’ve commented on chelsie’s work about how she creates atmosphere. You read her fics and you’re instantly pulled into the mood of the world. Finding Lou? The Wonderlands? Omh, the wonderlands. Guys, you don’t understand how much I love that fic. I’ve never waited that eagerly for a fic update in my life. Her Louis and Harry are so much older, but so well written, their fears and motives and dynamic. And the atmosphere. It always boils down to the atmosphere and I love it.

@paynner . duh. I adore her writing. ADORE. Her fics are the best pick-me-ups you could ever need. They’re so funny, so smutty, so unique. Also she’s this plethora of prompts and every time I come across one of them, I’m like ooo I want to write it. Obviously, I went and wrote one. So, literally, she’s been the most positive influence. But yeah, I love her mind, I love how well she writes and I LOVE how somethin’ bout you was so different than her usual style of writing but it works so well! I remember only realising who the author was bc princess isn’t subtle at all, but otherwise I got so sucked up in the world and the plot and the unique way the love/hate dynamic worked that I couldn’t even tell it was her. Oh, also – how the hell did she manage to write so much in a year? 

You people amaze me. And make me think, hey i should give this writing thing a shot too.

11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Lmao, my love for BSB? Im still amazed that I was able to insert them into a fic. I literally wrote three dates for Harry and Louis in IAWLT bc I wanted to write about the Backstreet Boys and then I went and named the fic after their song. Sue me, I’m trash for them.  

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Write what you want. Write what’s fun. You’ll enjoy it more than if you try to write what other people want to read. Also write for fic exchanges bc it puts you on a deadline and provides you with prompts and gives you an automatic audience. (I guess this is mainly for newer writers, but I really have no new wisdom for experienced, established authors… )

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

Oh… finishing for sure. I’m working on a med school, friends with benefits fic, set in Canada which is multi-chaptered bc why not bite off more than I can chew. The entire thing is planned out, but I’ve been stuck on the third chapter and life is a thing that refuses to be ignored… so yeah. Lets see. But I’d like to get it finished this year.

keep everything crossed

14. Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read. ;)

@donotdialnine and @juliusschmidt who I’ve recently been reading again. So much love for their work. And @sadamenoito bc i’ve read all her fics a few too many times. Dunno if you’ve done it already, but if you haven’t….

*All answers should be about works published in 2016. Also, you can skip any questions you hate or don’t want to answer, but please leave them on the list so that others can do them if they want. :)

[moonlightprrincess-blog]

thoughts

When it's 1:36am, youre wide awake and thousands of scenarios play in your head like short films while listening to songs that makes your heart ache then you think of how you have to get up at 6am tomorrow because there are things you have to do when in the first place you wont have to do that thing if you were sane enough to decide on your own 6 months and 25 days ago. Thinking and thinking, should you rebel, should you go with it, should you fight for what you want? You chose to fight for what you want but then you figured you dont know what you want and now youre thinking why are you even writing down your thoughts on your notes, like who cares anyway? Then you look at the time, it's now 1:41am and you thought you just wasted 5 minutes of your life trying to figure yourself out, wondering when, when will all of these make sense. The music stops playing waiting for the next song. You hear the next song about partying then you imagine yourself living your life, getting drunk and high on the good life, but then you realize that you really are drunk and high, but not on the good life. Drunk with pain and high with sadness. What's different, you figured. 5 years ago you were in a different place, with different people, but same old plain sadness fills your body. You hear the word "pills" you think of trying out drugs, then you remember the first time you smoked. Calm and at ease, the smoke of fantasy filled your lungs, came out still as fantasy but left an ugly scar called reality inside, you remember all the good times that werent really good. You just think that it was good because you think "the before" is better than "the now". You become blank. Staring at your ipad, you then re-read what youre writing, you thought you just ran your sight across the words without letting it's meaning reach back to your mind then you write thoughtlessly what just feels right, hastily creating outputs that you hope will work to ease the storm inside. Nonsense, you say to yourself. You dont even know if what youre writing gives grammatical justice to what youre really thinking. Then you think the struggles of language barrier to the world, of how communication is so vital in everything. Like now, you try to communicate your thoughts but you dont know if you really can express the exact thoughts you think about. The next song plays, it's 1:47am, another song about drugs, you were really encouraged to try it, then you figured its really important what you choose to listen to, because it really has a drastic impact on how you percieve things. Then you figured, all the times you chose good and positive things to listen to, to watch, it didnt do the job. Why? Why isnt the good and positive sticking to you? But the negative.. it always sticks. Deep in you dark thoughts resonate, they feel at home in the dusty walls of your dimmed brain. You remove your headset. Switch off the music. Glance to your mom whom you share your bed with every night, see if you woke her up with those little scratches and sounds you made putting away your headset. You stare at her. Observe her. And you think, how did she do it. How did she make it through everything. Then you start to sense all the pain that lies behind those closed eyes. You remember all the smiles she tried to fake to make you feel better. A tear silently makes its way out of your left eye, then you feel both your cheeks suddenly drenched in tears. You try to make it stop, but it just refuses to stop like your eyes has it's own mind who can make decisions for you. Despite thinking all of this you wonder why it still feels numb. You hear everything in muffles, almost like muted, then you go blank. Just like that, all the thoughts came and go. Then you wondered people also come and go, but then you wondered you came in and went out of other peoples life too just like what they were to you. Now youre confusing yourself, what should you think about. Your brain. It never stops. You wonder what would it be like to be a normal person who does not overthink. Then you start to hate on people who say they are overthinkers but you know that they really arent. You think, "oh how i wish i was them, saying "i am an overthinker" but not really overthinks. It comes opposite to me, i say "im fine i do not overthink" but in fact i really do." You remember your friend telling you the other day "you never really seemed depressed, you seemed like someone who is genuinely ok". Then you think you were making it obvious that you are not. You wonder, "are the people around me really insensitive or was i just pretending too much that it seemed real". No matter how many thoughts that pass you by you still cant get tired of thinking more and more and more... and more.