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Just couldn’t ignore this So truth!

why is shayera one of your favorite characters? ^.^

i’m only seeing this now, sorry! :)

but anyways, i like her because she’s tough and all that but she has a soft side…like the way she interacts with solomon grundy in “the terror beyond” and “wake the dead” was always compelling to me. for whatever reason, she really cares, she understands this ‘monster’ and mourns him (twice actually, cos in “wake the dead” she’s forced to kill him in order to bring him peace)

she’s also a wonderfully compelling character because she essentially betrays the team - remember how she was a thanagarian spy all along and her race (including the man she was engaged to…he was a dick tbh!) ended up invading the earth and a lot of ppl hated her for that including the league at some point

(i always felt that wonder woman was the most hurt by shayera’s action tbh cos she’s an amazon who always took comfort in the trust of other women and shayera broke that trust 1000%)

but she knows she has to fight for redemption, she knows that ppl despise her for what she did and rightfully so - so she reinvents herself

i also like her for a whole lot of other reasons including her relationship with john + the fact that they have a son in the future lol

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Writing Tag

Oroginal Tag is here: http://coffeeandcalligraphy.tumblr.com/post/146337815684/writing-tag The Author is @coffeeandcalligraphy 1. A crazy hacker’s gone into your computer, and has deleted all of your music, except for one song off of your writing playlist. Which song is it? Firstly, I hope this will ever happen to me as my collection is too big and too precious, I can’t lose it. But if imagine such a terrible possibility, I would wish Poets of the Fall -- War to be saved, because it’s a kind of the main soundtrack.

2. Your protagonist and antagonist have been paired up by friends to go out to lunch together. Where do they go?

Taking into account that in the 1st book of my trilogy antagonist is presented by a whole country that tries to conquer another country, it’s hard to imagine how two countries go to the dinner. But for the main character Phillip his father is the antagonist. And they... They would go to the dinner room and would spend the whole lunch in silence, because most of their conversations turn to an argument.  

3. You’re crossing a bridge when the troll living under it stops you. He demands to read a chapter from your novel, and won’t let you cross otherwise. Which chapter do you give him?

Logically, I should give him the first chapter, ‘cause it’s the beginning of beginnings, but I would prefer 10th chapter (as there are both of main characters) or the last even (it’s heartbreaking and hooking as well, because the 2nd book is the result of this chapter).

4. Your friends have invited you out to a party. Surprise! All of your characters are there. Who do you choose to hang out with?

If I’m not dead after meeting all of them (they definitely wouldn’t be happy to see the one who made them go through some shit), I will hang out with Mista and Kayle because they are just funny and happy. She is enthusiastic (so she won’t kill me), and he is a musician and we could play together. 

5. Crap. You left your car keys in your house, and you’ve (somehow) locked yourself out. Which of your characters picks the lock for you?

There is a guy who is not one of the main clique, but he is the greatest pick-the-lock ever! Haron is biiiig and stroooong and with elephant’s tough skin. And actually he did picked the lock once in the novel. 

6. The zombie apocalypse is happening right now. (It sucks.) Everyone is fleeing the planet, and moving to Mars. ONE of your characters can go with you. Who do you choose?

That’s unfair! I love all of them. But if I actually need to pick one, I would choose b/w Kayle and Odin. About the 1st one I’ve written above, we would match pretty good, I’d replaces Mista easily (and it seems I’ve just lost one person who wouldn’t kill me). What about the 2nd one, Odin would create everything we need on Mars, even absolutely new dimension where we could live if we don’t live Mars. 

7. You’ve been given the opportunity to travel to one place (town, building, landmark, country) in your book. Where do you go?

Sunarks palace, It should look astonishing ** 

8. You meet your main character and start a conversation with them. Problem is, you’ve only got six words or less to do so. What do you say?

Why are you such an asshole? Probably after this I won’t be able to write about him at all :D And no, of course, he is a great guy. I’m just having fun on him every time when imagine he is real, so he’s always mad at me.

9. Crazy acid rain is falling from the sky. Which of your characters would you use as an umbrella?

ONE MORE CRUEL QUESTION! I even don’t have any character how is fat enough to protect me from the rain by their body. Maybe, I would chose a dragon named Wyvern, who could do this by his wings. Hopefully, his dragon scale is able to keep him alive after the rain.

10. You’re out at a restaurant with your main character, and the time has come to order dessert. What do you order for them?

Such a great question if Phillip eats anything sweet at all :D As long he stares at me like it’s me an asshole, not him, I order him Fondant au chocolat.

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The Key for the Heart

Life was goin' great Love was gonna have to wait Was in no hurry — had no worries Stayin' single was the plan Didnʼt need a steady man I had it covered — 'til I discovered That love gets me every time My heart changed my mind I gol' darn gone and done it 

                 My idee fixe was perfectly clear. In my student days after a number of failed romances, I decided on never falling in love. I locked my heart and, having got sure that the decision was right, threw an imaginary key somewhere in the vast fields which were left behind forever when I moved away from a little town straight ahead to the big life.

               That’s when everything started spinning around and left no time for me to think about broken and locked hearts. The kaleidoscope of events flew me to the deep routine of the big city. Positive was overwhelming when everyday I pawed the way from one Publishing House to another, with a giant portfolio and a heavy manuscript, offering either myself as a journalist or my book to publish.

“Oh yeah, that’s good enough! We will call you.”

               “Great style, miss, but you’d better work on-”

               “We would give you a place if we had one. Stay tuned. We’ll be glad to see you one more time.”

               And I rushed farther happily, smiling and not seeing any dark side of life. Rejections? Not my place. Didn’t like? Not my reader. Everything I dreamed of should’ve come true, because I saw bright lights, showing me the way. They had always showed it to me. With no mistakes. And in the end – I don’t know whether the month or a half of the year passed – the advertisement appeared. A stuff reporter is wanted.

I didn’t think, left a temporary job in a café from the ground floor of my apartment building and ran to that Publishing House. It was a foregone conclusion.

“I remember you,” a secretary-girl said leading me to the office. “Good luck.”

               And life became perfect! The favorite occupation got me deeply fascinated, immersing into the routine of a reporter in a literature magazine. I was adored, got my head in the clouds of beautiful metaphors, accurate epithets and apt expressions. Everything was going on the way it should, and I needn’t anyone next to me, because I loved everything I had, every moment, even those when I was ready to give up, lost inspiration and the only thing I wanted was to lie flat with my face in pillows.

               My idee fixe didn’t suffer. Suffered those who couldn’t understand it. But people like this were out of my way, and I hardly cared about it. Having easily became my friend, the secretary-girl Moniсa didn’t see it as a problem anyway. More likely she enjoyed that she simultaneously had a friend and didn’t – a competitor at the parties.

               And I lived easily: time was flying dashingly, seasons were changing, new people were coming in and I didn’t heard anything from the other. Dreams of youth came true and I didn’t need anything else.

               For the time being.

He came unexpectedly, out of the blue. With his charming smile and laughing brown eyes. Came to our table in the summer café keeping a notebook alert, and asked, “Would like a tee or a coffee?”

“Two cups of cappuccino with cream,” having noticed my confusion, Monica answered and looked at me nervously. “Olive, are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” I pursed my lips and stared at the menu.  “D’ya want something sweet?”

               Monica shook her head slowly and smiled broadly in the moment. “Oh, thanks,” she said ogling.  “Could you advise us a desert? My friend wants something sweet.”

               I frowned and then smiled at him awkwardly. “Is this delicious?” I pointed at some dish not looking at it.

“That’s an amazing desert, believe me. Biscuit is the softest one, cream is light, and fruits were delivered to the café this morning.”

“I’ll take it.”

“A great choice,” he smiled with sparkling eyes. “I’m Christopher.”

               When he left, I looked at the cup of coffee for the first time. A little flowery heart was painted on the foam.

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               The most stupid thing was to connect the heart with Christopher, because, you know, waiters don’t paint hearts on coffees. They don’t paint it on desert plates too. But at that moment I didn’t care so much that when he just came across I sighted hopelessly. It started…

For the first time in three years I remembered about the thrown key, about the locked heart. For the first time the idee fixe wanted to be changed to another one, in which I was searching for the key, dig it from the ground just by my hands, because soul demanded to let him in.

               Persistently it demanded, ever and anon taking spiritual me back to his beautiful eyes, and the real me, of course because of Monica, - to the café. Now we couldn’t go shopping, because could be late to the café, we could not have time to drink coffee till our lunch was over. And it didn’t matter how long I persuaded myself that I needn’t the key, if we didn’t talk with him a bit in a week, the week was failed.

               Fate collided us in everyday life: on street, in parks in evening weekend festivals. He lived near my place, and sometimes we walked together a few streets, he went to the café and I – to the office.

               And one day I gave up. Got into the car and drove back to the three thousand population town where I locked my heart years ago. There was no one waiting for me, I couldn’t recognize any face, but I felt a wave of nostalgia, jumped into it. It called ghosts that leaded me to streets where I spent my childhood, school and student years. They flashed in front of my eyes one more time, leaded me to a house owned by my granny and grandpa with whom I grew up four years ago. I sold it, moving to the big city. Then I repeated that faithful rout I made driving away from here with one change: my car stopped beside the field. Grass got up to my waist, colorful sunset was shining brightly, covered by evening clouds, and breezy summer wind was in my hair.

               I breathed it in and realized that this was my key. Ghost erased, just as they never were. Heart opened, and I, tired, but happy, came back to the car and press the gas. A song playing on a radio linked with my feelings.

“I gol' darn gone and done it.”

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Got inspiration, reading lots of authors’ pages and went to rate about “what I’m writing now”. Actually I’ve been writing a lot lately, but the part of it sank into oblivion, lol, when “Word” said that the document which contained 109 pages of the story was demaged... And we haven’t fixed it yet. God bless my laziness (and shyness) that didn’t allow me to write a lot while I was at my friend’s house because as it turned out I lost only 2 pages, an hour spent on changing short dashed to long ones on 20 pages and a beautiful page layout. I remade the last one. I’m sick of dashes so I don’t care, but the text... Really dissapointed, though, luckily, when a laptop had freezed a day before the doc crashed I took a photo with a part of the scene. Well, at least I have this. But nither edited beginning of the 5th chapter, nor the rest of that scene, even not little editions as, e.g. character’s name... Alas! One more moment of sorrow. First of all for my nerves, As we tried... However, I have good news too! I work not only at the edition of the 1st book, but at it’s sequel as well. If I’m a good girl, the 1st part of “Heirs” will be completely finished by the New Year. And the second book... I decided to rewrite it, though had started writing even in February or so. Now I start again, working at the timeline not to rewrite it one more time (as I do with the 1st part), think through scenes more carefully not to rewrite it one more time, because they are plane and unnatural (as I do with the 1st part) W is for Work Yeap Summing up: I carry on Despite everything

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Oh, hi!

Infinity hasn’t passed till I've got to this post. The first thing is I want to say HELLO! Hope, you, all ladies and gentelmen who accidentally or not appeared to be here and are reading this (привет рыбам, аленям, птицам, кто там ещё подписан, няши?), -- hope, you’re in a good mood, because without this it’s hardly possible to stay in my blog any longer.

Why? Because of all the things that I’m gonna to share with you about... oh-no! -- oh-yeah! About my original story, called “The Heirs” in English. I’m gonna to post info in general, collages with my cast-dream-team and maybe, if I’m able to translate correctly, some pieces of the story.

Thanks for attention. Sorry for my usage of English. Writing on emotions, can't control grammar as if I was on exam.

Just saying Need to start somehow xoxo

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I nees them all

Someone else may have already put this together, but I just wanted to make a song from these bridges and I think these lyrics tell an interesting story put together like this. 

I cannot guarantee that there won´t be tears after listening to it, so…DON´T SAY I DIDN´T SAY I DIDN´T WARN YAAAAAA!!!

Copyright belongs to taylorswift of course.

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So…this song is rather a rollercoaster of emotions. There are some really interesting transitions, but the ending…that last line hit me.

I am planning to do this with all of her albums and I also have something really really crazy planned ahead. Just bear with me. 

Thanks for listening.

copyright, of course goes to taylorswift

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there is a time for silence. there is a time waiting your turn. but if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it. i don’t think you should wait. i think you should speak now

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Favorite lyrics from Speak Now

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<3

Credit to my friend T. that made this remix and allowed me to post it.

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one day, we will be remembered.