#questions chalange

[excitinglifee]

بسأل نفسى

انا: لماذا نحن هنا ؟

انا: دايما السؤال دة كان تعبني كنت شايف ان الحياة متعبه وطول الوقت بتجاهد حاجة او فيه حد متحكم فى حياتك بشكل ما

فيه فترة طويلة كان نفسى ابقى سمكه اقعد ابلبط فى المية من غير حساب ولا نار ولا جنة

لكن الحمد الله بعد فترة كبيرة ربنا بعتلى حد يوضحلى حاجات كتير كنت جاهل بيها

كلنا عارفين الاجابه فى الآية وَمَا خَلَقْتُ الْجِنَّ وَالْإِنسَ إِلَّا لِيَعْبُدُونِ لكن هل فعلا انا فاهم معنى الايه اعتقد انه حتى الآن لسه ماوصلت للفهم الكامل

انا مش عارف افسر اللى جوايا انا عارف انة الأساس هو عبادة الله والايمان حقا انة لا إله الا هو

لكن فيه فكرة بتيجى فى بالى ان كل إنسان فى صفة واضحة كبيرة بتظهر مع السنين لما تيجى تفكر فى الأشخاص الكبار اللى حواليك هتحس بكدة دة طيب دة قاسى

اتمنى ان الناس تفتكرني احمد الحكيم الرحال الطيب

مش عارف انت فاهمني ولا لا لكن انا بحاول ونفسى ادخل الجنة من غير حساب ولا سابقة عذاب

[mothsakura]

Hej, quick question!

How??? Do you keep liking my ostober chalange almost as soon as I post them??? You're not following me (as far as I know - this is tumblr we are talking about), so do you just sit in the tag??? Do I just get lucky to post in the time you are looking??? Anyway, thanks for liking my art! It means a lot.

(you don't have to answer this, I'm just exploding)

I DO INDEED BROWSE THE RAIN WORLD TAG VERY OFTEN!!! especially if i am bored, i'll just go and look at art from my current hyperfixation!! (which rn happens to be RW) BUT AWWW YOUR WELCOME!!!

[pratap777]

Nowadays most people are on social media. Has it really changed our life? How much have we changed already? #instagram #carinstagram #chalange #ans #anselelgort #questions #questionschallenge #askmequestions #questionsandanswers #lifeisgood #social #socialdistancing #socialmedia #socialjustice #pratapshergills #peoples #peoplescreatives #peopleschoiceawards #new #newnormal (at Delhi, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDl8N7alQlNZpHP3XMKGRX2osA2qDNsVsE7Zlc0/?igshid=18mwulo05s1mq

[iamtetraheadron]

TRAVLER

I pose to thee a question

A pendulum

Tick tock

What does it mean to you?

Is It time ?

Laying forth its rythem

Season on a dime

Lay down the plow it is war

We chalange each other by the lance

Calafate

Caviler

Will our blood spill?

On th dust of eternity

You and Paco apache

Tune you horse well

For now we burst the gates of hell

Tick tock

Dunk

Breathe deep

And

Diver down

~mliarrr

Tick tock

[unit-ssn0va]

Y’know as an artist and as someone who has been in an huge art block for months now, I sometimes catch myself after finishing a drawing/painting just absolutely hating it, expecially because it looks like the stuff I would do years ago when I had less experience, and I aways end up looking for inspiration and questioning what I’m doing wrong, and I think I know why-

So what I usually find in common with my favorite artists is the fluidity they have in their style, not only on the poses but also in the backgrounds and lineart and in the way they paint. I’m curently studying and trying to have a more versatile art style, and I’m gonna list the things I gotta remember that help me get through this that might also help you if you’re in an art block!

-don’t be scared to try new poses/styles/perspectives/ etc

-of course learning how to do landscapes and backgrounds is important but you can have anything as a background, like literally anything! Try different aesthetics, use Pinterest wallpapers, make a collage or smt! Anything works!

-draw or animate on top of photos or pictures! (Ofc if you’re gonna post, don’t forget to credit the source!)

-experiment with new softwares and techniques! try stuff out till you find what works best for you and what you can implement in your style!

-use new mediums! if you’re stuck like me, trying on new mediums could help to make your creativity flow again, for example I started using oil pastels recently and they’re awesome, it helped me a lot!

-try to get into new fandoms or AU’s! That seems obvious but usually I only get inspo or ideas when the fandoms i’m in has new content (which is a problem cuz most of the fandoms I’m in are dead but that’s okay)

-try on popular art trends or chalanges! it doesn’t personally work a LOt for me but it might help you!

- go to different places to draw or paint! Maybe go to a quiet place or a place that inspires you, maybe even draw from life while ur there

- just have fun! I know that’s a obvious one, and sometimes it’s very hard to have fun or concentrate on art when there’s a lot going on, but (in my opinion) that’s the most important step for you to get out of an art block. I also know it’s sometimes hard to draw what we actually would like to, but know that if it makes you happy or helps you, you should definitely try to!

[gigis-ff-blog]

Hey might as well.

A Little Slice Dreams: The Meta Knights Play a Fun Game of Uno

What could go wrong? Those poor knights asked themselves this question as if nothing could.

But Everything. Everything could, will, would, and did absoluteley go wrong.

They sat around a giant round table in the lounge of the Halberd, soaring at least 200 feet above sea level. The night was cold, crisp, and dark. Sword, Blade, Captain Vul, and Sailor Dee sat on one end of the table. Across from them were the four main Meta knights: Axe, Javelin, Mace, and Trident.

Sailor and Mace were determined in their craft. It was down to one of them in their anxious, sweat driving game. The winner would receive a delectable frozen trophy. The looser would have to watch in tears as the winner took the glory.

It was down to two cards for each player. But it was Sailor's turn. The fee slammed down a turn skip card And gave a sickening grin at Javelin.

"No...NO!" Mace shivered in his seat.

Sailor started cackling as they held up their last remaining card.

"I hope you have good cards looser!" Shouted Sword, while Blade babbled in an incomprehensible accent, basicly stating the same thing.

"This is too much! I think im gonna drop dead!" Axe flailed around the table.

"I think you and Mace gonna have simultaneous strokes after this." Javelin said in their robotic tone.

Yeah your screwed, signed Trident.

"I'll be right back I'm gonna go get the reward for Sailor." Vul stated in an almost certain tone.

Sailor ceased their cackling and drew a deadly glare at Mace. As if their eyes shot daggers through Mace's soul.

"Uno..."

Sailor slammed a draw four on the table, prompting Mace to dramaticly scream "no" and cry, slamming his fists on the table.

"I-I was so c-c-close...WAAHHHH!"

"You challenged Sailor in uno. You knew what grave you were digging yourself into," Axe said, "and speaking of digging into things!"

Vul brought out Sailor's reward. An ice cream parfait stacked a mile high, dripping with fudge and marshmallow coating. The frozen Vanilla custard sat delicately above the hot brownies under it, and under that, the crunchy crumbs of canoli crust. Chocolate decoration perched itself on top of the display like a fine peice of jewelry. The reward was perfect in every way. Fitting for a satisfyingly sweet victory in an uno game.

Mace continued to cry as Vul handed Sailor the ice cream. As the glass was handed to them, Sailor's eyes lit up.

"Thank ye Captain!" They elongated every vowel in appreciation for their edible trophy.

"I'd say you earned it, 'Sir Uno champion Sailor Waddle Dee.'" Vul spoke to Sailor but looked at Mace as he continued to weap at his loss.

Blade and Sword cheared on Sailor as they scarfed down the whole desert like Kirby inhales a whole feast, while Tident, and Axe sighed in second hand defeat and consulted Mace as he sobbed. Javelin cheared on Sailor as well.

"WOOO! GO SAILOR!"

"H-H-Hey! Y-Your supposed to be rooting for m-m-me. Sniff."

"You didn't win."

As Sailor finished the dish. They realized they left the chocolate decorations for last. They thought that this would be such a great time to rub it in Mace's face that he lost with the chocolate.

"Hey Mace."

"H-huh?"

"Look."

Mace thought he knew what was going on. "YOU WERE THE NICE ONE DON'T TOURTURE ME LIKE THIS!"

"Here." Sailor gave the knight a chocolate decoration. "For you, because ye played good."

Mace's eyes lit up. "R-really?" He stifled a sniff. "For me?"

"Yeah. For you."

"Oh your too kind. I..."

As Mace took the chocolate, a hint of fear went into his eyes. The symbol on it sent a chill down his spine.

"Vul..."

"Yes Mace?"

"Which freezer did you get this ice cream out of."

"Why the one in the lounge of course"

"The mini blue freezer or the big silver freezer?"

"The mini blue one with all of bosses ice creEAAM OH SWEET NECRODEUS WHAT HAVE I DONE?"

Blade turned sharp to Vul and panicked, falling backwards into an incomprehensible blabber.

Sword shook. "THATS BOSS'S ICE CREAM FRIDGE!"

"You stole Meta Knight's ice cream?" Cried Javelin.

Trident signed an oh no in shaking paws.

"We're all gonna be dead by dawn in our stone graves! And the writings gonna say we died cold and chocolatey!" Axe shouted.

"He's gonna kill me the most I ate the damn thing!" Sailor squealed and almost started to cry. They sweated up a storm in their anxiety.

Vul attempted to be reassuring. "He will not kill us for one mess up." The captain wasn't to sure of this. "I'm sure everything is going to be-"

A door slammed open to reveal an enraged pair of golden-red eyes and a maskless, meta knight wearing them, and pink bunny slippers and a fluffy robe.

"Who..."

"Oh no."

"WHO!"

The shout sent echoes through the room. Cracks formed on the floors, walls and cealing. Some of them went tumbling into the hallway, others flew out of their seats. The glass that contained the ice cream hit the floor and shattered into a million pieces like a golden glass mirror.

Sword, like everyone else, was horrified of consequence. He jumped up on the table, cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled "SCATTER!" As though it were some kind of party with alcohol and the police just got there.

Everyone ran in different directions. Sword and Blade searched for hiding places, Mace and Javelin jumped to the ceiling. Trident and Axe tried to break a window so that they could fall into the orange watters below. Vul and Sailor darted into the hallways, not looking back to the flapping sounds that echoed through the battleship.

Sailor took a sharp left and shakingly pulled out a phone from their hat. They searched through their contacts to find people that could save them from whatever punishment they would face.

Kirby was unavailable, probably sleeping. Bandee was also probably sleeping. Or training at three am like an insane person for that smash bros invitation. Dedede was the only person that picked up. In the background you could hear some trash comedy in the most of a clear crunching of popcorn.

"Yo."

Sailor spoke in a hushed yet anxious tone. "Sir, ye gotta get over here and help I think we're gonna die!"

"Did you steal his ice cream?" A crunch was heard clearly.

"It was an accident we were just-"

Vul's scream came blasting through the halls.

Sailor had a mild panic attack. "OH SHIT! CAPTAIN!"

The phone dropped to the floor and rattled. Dedede, on his end, looked at the phone with utter confusion and hung up.

Vul was backed into a corner by the furious borb, spoon in one paw.

"Do you know how long it took me to make that? THREE DAYS!"

Vul took hold of a nearby pipe and found to it for dear life. Eyes wide fearing death.

"I was saving that for today specificly! I was going to watch Mama Mia!

"Oh God sir I'm sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't give me back my ice cream Vul!"

"WAIT!"

Sailor came running out of the halls and in front of Vul to protect him.

"It was an accident sir. We were just playin a game and he grabbed the wrong ice cream. Don't hurt em!"

"Why... would I hurt anyone...I'm just angry."

"You look like you're gonna f%#king kill someone!"

Vul stepped out of his "gripping onto the pole for dear life" position just to scold Sailor for swearing. "Hey! What did we talk about?"

"Oops. Sorry." They turned back to Meta Knight.

"I... apologise if I seem a little harsh. It's wrong to terrify someone in the middle of the night over something so minuscule." Meta knight held his paw out for Vul to shake."Is all forgiven?"

Vul was more than relieved. "Absoluteley sir!"

Meta knight looked at the bird andd produced a laugh, but in the middle of it they stated most seriously that "You owe me another bowl." This didn't ease the captain's fear.

"We still have the ice cream we didn't eat in oyur fridge," Sailor stated, "you can have that."

Meta Knight turned. "What flavor is it?"

"Vanilla with chocolate and marshmallow swirl."

"I'll take it...but..."

Sailor was confused. "But what?"

"Due to my outburst I would find it fair that I would have to earn the desert, rather than just taking it. Besides, I'm DVRing the movie so I can watch it later."

"Wait wait wait. Earn it how?" The captain let go of Meta's hand and looked down at the small, Kirby esque orb.

"I'm thinking...Uno?"

Sailor's eyes sparkled. "Now that's a chalanged! You're on!"

[chain-peoplebreaker]

Since you' re bored, I guess more questions to answer then ┻┳|･ω･)ﾉ: 20 and 21 |ω･`)

20. What is the easiest thing for you to draw

Damn... Never stoped to notice that?? Maybe characters expressions? I really don't know!!

21. Do you like to chalange yourself?

I mean, I try to sometimes??? But I always give up fjsndbsn

It's fun tho!! So I guess I do!!

[stdennard]

Hi Sooz! What is in your opinion the most intellectually chalanging part of writing? Plotting? Romance? Friendships? Character developments? Worldbuilding?

Oh, what a fun question!

Honestly, I think the hardest part really varies from project to project.

I struggled so much with Windwitch (and Sightwitch) because I could not seem to understand the characters (Merik, then Ryber respectively). Even though I’d had no problem with Merik in Truthwitch!

Meanwhile, in Bloodwitch, I got tripped up on plot – I knew my characters, I knew my ending, but I was really struggling to see how the dominoes would fall to get there.

Right now, I’m working on something totally different (called The Executioners Three), and I’m tripping myself up with tone. Specifically, it’s a funny book with strong voice, but it’s also got elements of horror – how do I blend that? How do I balance the weight of SCARY and MURDER with, ya know, teens having crushes and wanting to be cool?

So yeah, all of this is to say that I clearly have no idea what I’m doing and every book is a new monstrous challenge! 😅

[futurewriter2000]

Home ~ Part 2

A/N: This one is for me a really personal one and it felt a bit liberating writing it. I am also working on a novel so I’m sorry if I don’t post as much. I’m trying really hard to cathc up with schol but it’s also quite challanging that’s why the requests are closed and so are ships. I’m taking my time on this and I hope that’s alright.

TAGS:  @shadyladyperfection, @nadinissavage, @geeksareunique, @siriusly-loves-snuffles, @slither-in-a-half, @ashkuuuu, @xinyourdreamsx, @maralisa124 , @paigeyisme , @maddyfitzhenry 

(REQUESTS ARE CLOSED) 

Other parts ---> MASTERLIST

XX

Another year, another match. Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor, a match worth going to as the Ravenclaws moped the floor with boasting Gryffindors. Another match, another bad day for James Potter.

“ Cheer up, mate. It was only a game.” Peter tapped him on the shoulder as he sat down next to him for supper.

“Ughh.” he groaned and let his head fall on his arms.

It wasn’t just the game that was bothering James. It was his pride and ego. They both just got bruised because so many people expected him to lead the team to victory as a new captain and the boasting of how he will bring Gryffindor the house cup only made him want to sink into dirt. 

And to top it all of he just embarassed himself in front of Lilly Evans, the girl he’s been crushing on for seven long years. Of course being Head Boy with her was a chance but so was winning this game and showing what a great leader he is, but it just got flunked. His dreams just got flunked.

“ That game was amazing, Prongs!” cackled Sirius as he walked in with Remus. “One of the best games I have ever been to.” 

“ I think you did just great, James.” comfronted Remus, sitting over to James and squeezing him by the shoulder.

“ Great?!” exclaimed Sirius, sitting down and looking at Remus. “ Did you see how the Bludger knocked him off his broom? Like I need to talk to their Beater. It’s Jones, right?” and with that Sirius was off to the Ravenclaw table.

“ I. am. so. stupid.” he hit his head on the table beetwen every word, letting out a pitiful whine. 

“ Uhm. James?” said Remus as he stared at the mausy haired girl in front of him. 

She was worried and exhausted. Her hair was even in a bigger mess as before and her eyes were completly flooded with worry. “Potter.” she spoke flatly, yet there was a slight crack in her voice as she was about to cry.

He shot his head up as soon as he heard a girl’s voice, hoping that it might have been Lilly’s. “ Max?” he furrowed his eyebrows at the girl.

“ Yeah.” she replied and ran her fingers though her hair few more times as she stood in front of him. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here.” she muttered under her breath as she turned away for a moment before facing him once again. 

“Is there something wrong?” James began to worry, even though he only knew Max by name and her family’s reputation. 

They used to hang out at the birthday parties when they were kids. Her family was alright, not the usual strict pureblood family. They were a wealthy family but they never boasted with their wealth. Her mother was great friends with his own and Max was always the kind of girl who challanged him in a lot of things. She was always like that, always up for a chalange. But when Hogwarts started and she was sorted into Slytherin, there wasn’t much to help but to drift apart. He got his friends and she has hers, it was only a matter of time when the friendship ended.

“Max?” he repeated again.

“ I can’t find her. You know, the girl who yelled at you at the train.” she finally spilled, sitting down next to him.

“ Who? (y/n)?” 

“ I don’t know. I just thought she might have came to you after she appologised and after you asked her on a date.” she continued to speak, her hand running through her greasy hair.

“ No, no. I haven’t seen her since that day she got a letter.” 

“ It’s okay. It was worth asking, you know.” she smiled at James and got up. “ I’ll see you around.” she waved and walked back to her own table, leaving James in a pack of questions.

-----

James pondered today’s supper over and over again. Max was never worried about anything except school and Quidditch. She has always been such a carefree person almost reflecting Sirius. 

And you, well you were stuck on his mind as well. Sweet (y/e/c) and such a wonderful smile. 

‘  I can’t find her. You know, the girl who yelled at you at the train. ‘ her voice kept repeating in his head until a loud growl interrupted him from his thoughts.

Feeling the hunger grow as well as the sound of his growl, he swung his legs over the edge of his bed, put on some slippers and his head boy badge before he finally left for the kitchen. There was a privlage of being a head boy: You were never suspected of anything, so wandering the halls at this late hour surely made him feel invincible.

Tickling the pear, he entered the kitchen and took a big yawn. 

“ More sugar. Definetly more sugar. ” he heard some muttering behind the counter. 

He took a few steps forward, pulling out his wand to discover the intrudor.

“ Choco? That might work too.” he heard another mutter before the intrudor’s head popped up, jumping at the sight of James and covering herself in choco. 

“ (y/n)?” he puzzled as the girl seemed to be quite similar to you, only covered in chocolate powder. 

The girl looked up, sneezing as the powder tickled her nose, and you forced a smile on her lips. “Heeey, James.” you tried to play it cool, placing the choco on the caunter and sliding your hand to cover the mess you’ve made.

“ You know I can see it.” he chuckled and walked over, brushing off the powder from your robes. You stayed quiet, watching as his hand brushed off the powder from your cheeks. “ We’ve been looking for you. “ he looked up in your eyes and moved a strand of hair behnd your ear. “ Max was really worried.” 

“ Max...” you mumbled under your breath and turned your body towards the counter, looking over to the choclate mass you’ve created. “ She must be so pissed. “ you ran your hands down your face. 

“ So that’s where you’ve been. In the kitchen... cooking.” he quirked an eyebrow and dipped his finger in the bowl, tasting the chocolae mass. “ You should add more flour.”

“ Baking.” you corrected him. “ And yeah... it takes my mind of things.” you spoke glumly, avoiding his eyes before tasting the mass yourself. “ Maybe a bit vanilla aroma too.” you smiled and looked over to James.

He sat on the table, swinging his legs as he watched you continue with the mass. Both of you stayed quiet for a moment but James couldn’t help himself to interfere. “ I’m sorry but I need to ask. What was in the letter?” 

You stopped mixing the mass, glancing over at him as the words of your sister repeated itself in your head. “ What letter?” 

“Don’t play daft. Yesterday you got a letter and ran off with Max, you have dark circles around your eyes which meant you haven’t been sleeping for at least two days, your voice is raspy and you have been missing for a whole day.” he rambled on as he jumped back on his feet, walking over and taking your hands. “ You can trust me. I won’t tell anybody.” 

His warm hands left tingles on yours, his thumbs carresing the back of your hand as his eyes were kept on you. “ There’s nothing to tell.” you kept your eyes away from his. “ My sister left and so did my mom. I got mom’s letter this morning, while my sister sent one yesterday.” you forced a laugh and tried to stay put togehter. “ I mean it’s not like I care or anything.” you finally looked up at his eyes, pulling your hands away from his. “ My mom probably left with that guy she’s been seeing behind my dad’s back and my sister is probably at her ex’s place. It’s not like I planned the whole summer with her only to find out it will be spent in that apartment with my dad.” you continued to ramble on as he carefully listened. “ Maybe it won’t be that bad living with him. Maybe he’ll change.” you told yourself, completly blind to the tears that have been faling for the past conversation. “ But I’ll be fine, totally fine.” you forced another smile, looking at the boy who only squeezed you in a hug.

It was a different kind of hug though. Of course you weren’t much of a hugger but every single hug was completly the same except for this one. This one was different. It was warm and it felt good, it felt better. 

“I’m sorry.” he whispered and put his hand on your head as you laid it on his chest. His warm, musceled chest that gave a feeling of safety and comfort. 

“ I’m fine.” you tried to stay strong but he only pulled away and cupped your cheeks. 

“You don’t need to be right now. Let go.” 

And you did. Fat tears started rolling down your cheeks as you cried in his embrace. You cried all the tears that you held in for the past nine years. It was at age ten you realized crying only makes things worse. The thought of how you needed to stay strong for your sister became the reason you never cried. But letting it go felt liberating and you felt something you haven’t felt in years. You felt light. No more burdain, no more weight on your chest which squeezed the life out of you. It was all out, everything. Every pain, every bad memory... finally let free.

[nonaligned-nblm]

To wlw/mlm/achillean/sapphic blogs

You know, I really encourage mlm/wlw/sapphic/achilleans that welcome in nonbinary people to really sit back and think about what they mean when they welcome nonbinary people and to chalange their concept/image of the nonbinary people they are welcoming

For example: it's obvious just looking at most achillean Moodboards from blogs that says they welcome nb achilleans they only mean masculine looking ones who can be misgendered as men. I know it's not purposeful but blogs like that need to realize that nonbinary people notice and that nonbinary people come in multiple shapes and sizes and presentations.

Same goes for sapphic blogs.

I could list a number of other examples but instead: if you run a wlw/mlm/sapphic/achelian blog I encourage you to answer the questions and to really think critically about your acceptance of nb people on your blogs.

1) when you think of the nb people accessing your blogs to you only ever imagine them as feminine/masculine?

2) if you only allow women/men-aligned nbs (which is a perfectly acceptable thing to do!) do you only think that certain genders can be women/men-aligned? Would you be as welcoming of a women-aligned demiboy into a sapphic space as you would be to a women-aligned demigirl?

3) does your blog fully understand the concept that alignment =/= gender =/= presentation and that, if your blog says it allows certain alignments, you need to understand you are allowing ALL genders that align that way.

3) if you welcome nonaligned sapphics/achelians do you truly know what it means to be unaligned and do you make/reblog specific posts encouraging and supporting your unaligned followers?

4) do you understand that, again, by welcoming in nonaligned nbs you are welcoming in ALL nonbinary genders? Are you okay with welcoming in demigirls and a bigender person who is agender/women into an achillean space if they are unaligned and identify that way?

5) or, when you think of welcoming in nbs do you really mean specific genders? If so that's fine! Just list out what genders you are comfortable having follow you! Learn to treat each and every nb gender as their own distinct gender rather then an ambiguous 'nonbinary gender' that you welcome. In fact I encourage it!

Honestly, to all the wlw/mlm/achilleans/sapphic blogs out there that are welcoming to nb people: I understand why you are so welcoming and as a nb I appreciate it, but most of the time it comes across as not understanding nonbinary genders or nonbinary people at all. So please, reach out, learn, and then set the boundaries your blog needs to in order to represent the wlw/mlm/achilleans/sapphic you created your blog to represent.

(And lastly: please don't tag posts with nblm/nblw if you don't mean for ALL nblm/nblw to be able to reblog them. Nblm/nblw includes ALL alignment types and all genders. Please use nb-mlm/nb-wlw if you only mean to have men-aligned/women-aligned nbs reblog.)

(This can also extend to lesbian/gay blogs that are nb friendly so if you run a blog like that then I encourage you to go through the questions too!)

Fellow nbs! Feel free to add questions of your own too!

[mistlekissy]

I said this in a different blog but I just feel like journalists from Vogue area absolute shit in general. Like they can talk about fashion in that pretentious way Anna Wintour likes and whatever, but they can't write and they can't interview anyone who isn't a model or a designer. The other blog said that Harry's heavy media training from 1D also makes things harder which is absolutely true, but the reason why Rob Sheffield manages to get shit out of Harry is bc he, for starters, is a good journalist that knows how to do his job and second is capable of connecting with the person he's about to interview and does his research. Harry needs to be chalanged ans asked the right questions in ways that makes it hard for him to be generic and repetitive.

But he also needs to want to talk more. He needs to learn that this whole thing is becoming annoying and ridiculous by now.

i hated the rob sheffield article with a passion ❤️

[fiercereadsya]

Follow along with the blog tour for The Wicker King, a book about August, a misfit with a pyro streak, and Jack, a golden boy on the varsity rugby team. Their intense friendship goes way back and when Jack begins to see increasingly vivid hallucinations that take the form of an elaborate fantasy kingdom creeping into the edges of the real world, August decides to help Jack the way he always has—on his own. He accepts the visions as reality, even when Jack leads them on a quest to fulfill a dark prophecy.

Written in vivid micro-fiction with a stream-of-consciousness feel and multimedia elements, The Wicker King touches on themes of mental health and explores a codependent relationship fraught with tension, madness and love.

10-22: Seeing Double in Neverland – Interview with Author 10-23: Novel Novice – Styled by Books 10-24: A Backwards Story – Playlist 10-25: Take me Away to a Great Read – Mood Board 10-26: Love is Not a Triangle – Would You Rather Questions 10-27: Undeniably Book Nerdy – Guest Post: Creating August and Jack’s Characters: inspirations and Chalanges. 10-28: It Starts at Midnight – Guest Post: Top Ten favorite stories with alternate worlds and/or realities 10-29: Book Briefs – Guest Post: Top 10 Things we didn’t know about Kayla! 10-30: Adventures of a Book Junkie – Interview 10-31: Across the Words – Character Cast

[algumaideia]

I think it is also about what would happen without the gods? and how Rick doesn’t want to answer the question, he just wants to stay with the formula. 

So, he make changes and adds new stuff but he does not substantially changes anything. It is just some new thing so he can say something changed but without really doing it, without really thinking about it. 

It is kinda of takes the purpose away from the book? Why was it necessay if there is no real change in anything. Maybe in some characters but nothing that feels like changes, chalanges the status quo.

This is one of the reasons I’m afraid about the solangelo book, because if it introduces another Big Villain it will just be the same plot but told in a different way again.

The more I think about it, the more I feel like Apollo's story ended on a sad note.

Like, it's a story about abuse (at least Riordan wanted it to be) and Apollo goes back to his abuser.

And I'm like??? No. Either you plan to kill him like you killed Nero.

Or you leave. Give up your throne. Go be mortal. Or just a wandering god. It would be a sacrifice of power, but that's just because the power, the throne, all of that is a "carrot". To the stick.

Don't go back and act like nothing happened!

Ahh!!!

[knutandreviksh]

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[alkhor]

for Ask UnderTale  (вопрос в аске) Question about how it feels, when Papyrus died. And where have Sans being, all the time after that.

and my personal chalange for "evening lights"

Altered frame. Yep, I know, there's no sun underground, to make such rays. But I wana try those "evening colors"

[tommy150497-blog]

Top 5 the most difficult IQ questions . Try doing it!!!