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neville: what's up everybody

neville: i think FROGS should VOTE

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LMFAO i just heard a woman frantically saying "honey dont lick the fence!" from the house next to mine. the fuckin odds of hearing that out of nowhere during corona of all times peak comedy

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im marvel! or just getting into it

hi friends i just did a blog cleanse and need some new ppl to follow so pls reblog/like/interact if you post abt the stuff below

harry styles

aesthetic posts

study

b99 

parks and rec

comedy in general

marvel

books

bollywood

memes

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marvel shit i want

1) A keeping up with the Kardashians style show but for Asgard with everyone. EVERYONE. Thor, Loki, Hela, Odin, Frigga, Heimdall, Valkyrie. EVERYONE

2) A web series by Peter Parker and Shuri where they have to a) recreate famous vines, b) get either t’challa or tony to finish a vine, or c) they must get either t’challa or tony to recreate a vine. The videos are judged by steve and thor. 

3) An blog from Tony (ages 17-now) that talks about all sorts of shit from complex engineering/math problems to riddles to brain dumps to emotional rants to random comments and shitposts. (jarvis will of course be insulted that Tony has another log type thing but will play it off as ‘he’s gonna be disorganized’ because jarvis is a lil bitch)

4) A competition between Steve and Bucky about who can old-man better. This ranges from ‘back problems’ to lectures and (my personal favorite) trying to use modern slang.

5) Steve and Thor being HUGEE equal rights/mental health activists and forming a blog (which they both cant figure out how to use) to premote their message

6) Clint teaching his kids archery but getting way to into it (But daaaad were tired and I don’t wanna learn how to light and use flaming arrows)

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this will bless me many times over i can feel it

Ambient sounds for writers

Find the right place to write your novel… 

Nature

Arctic ocean

Blizzard in village

Blizzard in pine forest

Blizzard from cave

Blizzard in road

Beach

Cave

Ocean storm

Ocean rocks with rain

River campfire

Forest in the morning

Forest at night

Forest creek

Rainforest creek

Rain on roof window

Rain on tarp tent

Rain on metal roof

Rain on window

Rain on pool

Rain on car at night

Seaside storm

Swamp at night

Sandstorm

Thunderstorm

Underwater

Wasteland

Winter creek

Winter wind

Winter wind in forest

Howling wind

Places

Barn with rain

Coffee shop

Restaurant with costumers

Restaurant with few costumers

Factory

Highway

Garden

Garden with pond and waterfall

Fireplace in log living room

Office 

Call center

Street market

Study room from victorian house with rain

Trailer with rain

Tent with rain

Jacuzzi with rain

Temple

Temple in afternoon

Server room

Fishing dock

Windmill

War

Fictional places

Chloe’s room (Life is Strange)

Blackwell dorm (Life is Strange)

Two Whales Diner (Life is Strange)

Star Wars apartment (Star Wars)

Star Wars penthouse (Star Wars)

Tatooine (Star Wars)

Coruscant with rain (Star Wars)

Yoda’s hut with rain ( Star Wars)

Luke’s home (Star Wars)

Death Star hangar (Star wars)

Blade Runner city (Blade Runner)

Askaban prison (Harry Potter)

Hogwarts library with rain (Harry Potter)

Ravenclaw tower (Harry Potter)

Hufflepuff common room (Harry Potter)

Slytherin common room (Harry Potter)

Gryffindor common room (Harry Potter)

Hagrid’s hut (Harry Potter)

Hobbit-hole house (The Hobbit)

Diamond City (Fallout 4)

Cloud City beach (Bioshock)

Founding Fathers Garden (Bioshock)

Things

Dishwasher

Washing machine

Fireplace

Transportation

Boat engine room

Cruising boat

Train ride

Train ride in the rain

Train station

Plane trip

Private jet cabin

Airplane cabin

Airport lobby

First class jet

Sailboat

Submarine

Historical

Fireplace in medieval tavern

Medieval town

Medieval docks

Medieval city

Pirate ship in tropical port

Ship on rough sea

Ship cabin

Ship sleeping quarter

Titanic first class dining room

Old west saloon

Sci-fi

Spaceship bedroom

Space station

Cyberpunk tearoom

Cyberpunk street with rain

Futuristic server room

Futuristic apartment with typing

Futuristic rooftop garden 

Steampunk balcony rain

Post-apocalyptic

Harbor with rain

City with rain

City ruins turned swamp

Rusty sewers

Train station

Lighthouse

Horror

Haunted mansion

Haunted road to tavern

Halloween

Stormy night

Asylum

Creepy forest

Cornfield

World

New York

Paris

Paris bistro

Tokyo street

Chinese hotel lobby

Asian street at nightfall

Asian night market

Cantonese restaurant

Coffee shop in Japan

Coffee shop in Paris

Coffee shop in Korea

British library

Trips, rides and walkings

Trondheim - Bodø

Amsterdam - Brussels

Glasgow - Edinburgh

Oxford - Marylebone

Seoul - Busan

Gangneung - Yeongju

Hiroshima

Tokyo metro

Osaka - Kyoto

Osaka - Kobe

London

São Paulo

Seoul

Tokyo

Bangkok

Ho Chi Minh (Saigon)

Alps

New York

Hong Kong

Taipei

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Stranger Things Season 2 Episode Three

WHY ISNT THE FANDOM TALKING ABOUT DUSTIN AND THE PADDLES

I NEED MY PADDELS

AND THEN HE RUNS OUT AND SCREAMS

‘I NEED MY PADDLES!’

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wtf i dont even remember reblogging this ?????

Illustrations on how some Muppets Work by Mike Rogowlski.

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Illustrations on how some Muppets Work by Mike Rogowlski.

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New ask game for writers

1. Favorite place to write. 2. Favorite part of writing. 3. Least favorite part of writing. 4. Do you have writing habits or rituals? 5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most. 6. Favorite character you ever created. 7. Favorite author. 8. Favorite trope to write. 9. Least favorite trope to write. 10. Pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about. 11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish. 12. How do you deal with self-doubts? 13. How do you deal with writers block? 14. What’s the most research you ever put into a book? 15. Where does your inspiration come from? 16. Where do you take your motivation from? 17. On avarage, how much writing do you get done in a day? 18. What’s your revision or rewriting process like? 19. First line of a WIP you’re working on. 20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on. 21. Post the last sentence you wrote in one of your WIP’s. 22. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied and a project is ultimately done for you? 23. Single or multi POV, and why? 24. Poetry or prose, and why? 25. Linear or non-linear, and why? 26. Standalone or series, and why? 27. Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with? 29. Who do you write for? 30. Favorite line you’ve ever written. 31. Hardest character to write. 32. Easiest character to write. 33. Do you listen to music when you’re writing? 34. Handwritten notes or typed notes? 35. Tell some backstory details about one of your characters in your story ________. 36. A spoiler for story _________. 37. Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you. 38. Have you shared your outline of your story ________ with someone? If so, what did they think of it? 39. Do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one. 40. Original Fiction or Fanfiction, and why? 41. How many stories do you work on at one time? 42. How do you figure out your characters looks, personality, etc. 43. Are you an avid reader? 44. Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. 45. Worst piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. 46. What would your story _______ look like as a tv show or movie? 47. Do you start with characters or plot when working on a new story? 48. Favorite genre to write in. 49. What do you find the hardest to write in a story, the beginning, the middle or the end? 50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had. 51. Describe the aesthetic of your story _______ in 5 sentences or words. 52. How did writing change you? 53. What does writing mean to you? 54. Any writing advice you want to share?

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this speaks to me on a personal level that i can’t explain and that concerns me 

are you a writer who can’t write beginnings or can’t write endings?

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Okay so heres the thing:

‘Sit down’ and ‘sit up’ are complete opposites but both mean the same fucking thing. 

i just 

wHY

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listen to me

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Honestly, you absolutely gotta read this. I don't really care what youre doing, you can take 15 or so minutes to read this. best post ive read all year. 5 stars!

this made me cry, so i have to share it. i can’t tell you how much of this feels like it was about my childhood.

“Some nights, always alone, I go out in stolen makeup and women’s clothes with an ID I found in a lost wallet. I never feel more male than on these nights”

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Benthos Chapter One

Chapter One: When I explore Memories

“Breaking News: Election results are in! It certainly has been a close election this year, and most definitely not a calm one. Benthos, please welcome your new president: Mr. Oz Hutchinson”

Guinevere Nolan’s voice was stiff as ever, but she kept talking.  

“The new president elect has many plans for the Precinct Of Benthos, including lowering the categorizing age to 16 and possibly trying to reconnect with the Foras. But here to talk about them -and more-  is Mr. Hutchinson's vice president, Mr. K.C Willow.”

The TV screen switches to Mr. K.C. Willow, but his heavy French accent- which was funny up until now- is drowned out by my thoughts, or rather, my memories.

The first time I heard of the Rebellion- hundreds upon thousands of Americans rebelling against the president at the time. Seeing the wonder in Grandpa Oliver’s eyes as he talked of it.

“The power the people had- we were unstoppable”

Asking what we were rebelling for, and why?

“For freedom, of course. That’s what all rebellions are about- If you think about it”

Being suddenly whisked away by someone- a forgotten someone by now. Looking the Rebellion up and suddenly choosing not to read the article I had chosen, because I wanted to hear it from Grandpa Oliver- a man who had experienced the power of the people. The freedom of the Rebellion- something I’m sure the internet would surely contradict.

I remember talking to Pa about the politics of Benthos.

“An imperfect mix between dictatorship and presidency”

Pa would explain how a ‘president’ would get elected by the people, and then serve in the position for as long as they live, and have unstoppable power. At least, that’s how he would explain it in front of other people. But in private, his rants would go on forever. Pa’s yells would echo through the little condo that we and other families lived in. He would shout about how the government manipulated everyone into thinking that women are disfigured forms of men, like the Ancients. Or how no one- no one would ever think up the mutated system we have now.

The System that says we must surrender our daughters at the age of 17 to become servants. How the President's Cabinet are to sort the girls into two camps, Elegants and Plains. Elegants are to serve as models, celebrities, and the lucky ones are to be bought as trophy wives. Plains, however, are fated to be factory workers, laborers, and medical testis. The women power our country, harsh labor it is, but we are all grateful for it. Both Elegants and Plains are to serve their purpose until the age of 24, where they are to bare a single child that is ripped from their arms as soon as the baby is confirmed to be healthy. Then, the woman are sentenced to death one year later because- according to the government- they have served their purpose. Also, the whole thing is televised. The categorizing of the Elegants and Plains, constantly checking in on the district's new celebrities, even the executions.

And finally, I remember sneaking out of our condo, telling myself that I would never return to a place where I was fated to die. Double, triple checking my backpack. Stepping into dark, unmapped night. I recall my thoughts;

“Where am I going? Will I camp in the woods? No, you can’t survive there. Then where will I go? You’ll have to learn then. To survive, to thrive. Remember, there's a difference.”

The ruffling of leaves halts the rumble of thought that is about to emerge from my brain.

“Wait. What was that? No matter, I need to go back inside anyway, for Pa’s books. There’s a couple I forgot.”

I’m about to go back to my familiar home. Partly because I need those books, but mostly because I’m scared of the unfamiliar dark. While I’m digging through my pack for my keys, I jump. Something has made a sound, I don’t know what it is, but instinctively I respond

“Excuse me?”

Usually I blurt the phrase out at parties, all decked out in silver. A silver dress, earrings, necklace, I even put gray contacts in occasionally. ‘Excuse me’ I say, interrupting the director, or a member of the president's cabinet, or the secretary of somebody else important . When whoever it may be is in the middle of a monologue about whatever it is and I see some real food. Not scallop sashimi or sea urchin, but real food. A burger, fries, and a eunoia (a drink, invented by the president's cabinet back in 2054). The words are said in the most innocent voice as not to anger the powerful men.

But this time, it comes out as a squawk, a desperate cry for help disguised as a polite remark. The something laughs, and while it may sound bubbly and friendly to the untrained ear, it is not. It’s not your typical laugh. It’s one that is forced down upon us to use at parties and social events. It makes girls sound cute and well-liked, anything but bothersome. Good. I’m safe, it’s a girl. Only girls use that laugh. Relaxing, I hear I not-so-feminine-voice.

“Trying to sneak out?”

I tense up, going into fight, flight or freeze mode. Dammit, my body chose freeze. Guess I’m not so safe after all.

“Oh, no need to be scared, I was just doing the same thing”

Scratch that last statement.

“How ‘bout we go together, we’d be better as a team. Plus, I have no idea where I’m going, you?”

I’m so surprised that I don’t even have time to think out what I’m going to say before I say it. 

“The woods, I was thinking I could live off the fat of the land, to quote Steinbeck. Anyway, I was just going inside to get my Pa’s gun.”

All of this is a lie, of course, but it sounds better than: I have no idea where I’m going but at least I have books.  I can’t tell what my possible companion makes of this, their figure hidden by the dark. But all they say is,

“Fat of the land? Steinbeck? I thought girls aren’t supposed to be educated”

I don’t know what it was that set me off, but I started to shake, my mind froze and I felt as if I was drowning. My impending death staring me in the face. I knew how to stop, but I couldn’t, or I wouldn’t. Right there I remembered some very important information: I am a girl, I am to be categorized and will die at 24. There is no escape. I will bear a single child, possibly my only happiness left, that will be torn from me. There is no escape. Then, I will be executed in front of all of Benthos, my child watching his- Oh, please, let it be a boy-  his mother die, right in front of him, without him ever knowing. There is no escape. For the first time, I suppose, I feel real terror, my eyes widen, my thoughts chanting There is no escape. I’m lost in them, until a voice brings me back. I don’t know who it is, but I know this: It’s saying something.

“Hey, hey, I didn’t mean to offend you” They pause. “I’m sorry”

I’m thinking, do I trust this being? They seem nice enough, but safe? I don’t know. The voice is deep but quiet, and while they aren’t necessarily loud, there is some un-human noise that surrounds them. I don’t care, any companion is a good one.  

“It’s ok” I say. I don’t know what made me panic. The excitement? Terror? The sadness of leaving home, however terrible it may be? Or possibly the growing feeling of dread as I approach my 15th birthday. Birthdays are hard to enjoy when you know when you are going to die.

“I’m sorry if I made you freak out.’

As there all for all first encounters, the awkward silence prevails.

‘Do you have a name? I figure if we’re going to run away it’d be best to get to know each other. I’m Jaclyn.”

Says Jaclyn, speaking very fast at this last part. Before I can stop myself, I mutter

“Ramona”

“What? Well,  I heard something of a Mo in there somewhere. Mo, yeah, can you deal with with that, Mo? I smile at the nickname, it appeals to me, more than any other. “Sure” I say into the night.

“Good.” I think they are smiling, it sure sounds like it, that is if smiling has a sound, which I think it does. 

“Meet me here here tomorrow, same time, 10:31 sharp?”

“Got it” I say, smiling.

The next night, I return, not to find Jaclyn, but instead, a note. Without permission, my hands pick it up, and without permission, my eyes read it. Sighing, I go to the address it directs me to. Sector unit: B, Building 1, Housing 7Z .

I’m trusting the note was from Jaclyn, but I’m nervous nevertheless. Sector B makes all of Benthos’ mechanics, weapons included. For all I know, someone could have seen me- a girl- talking to Jaclyn, and is luring me into sector B to die.

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The day you die is the day you find out why you were born

An expert from a story I’ll never write