thejabberwocki:

If you ever get frustrated with your writing, just remember that Tolkien once described Feanor as
“wounded with many wounds”

(via redhan)



saladinahmed:

Questions you should ask yourself about your Strong Female Character. From this excellent article: http://t.co/efkvvUqsum

saladinahmed:

Questions you should ask yourself about your Strong Female Character. From this excellent article: http://t.co/efkvvUqsum

(via redhan)


yall-mothafuckas-need-misha:

confusedvantas:

major-trouble:

martainducreff:

thesilverwolf9:

boggartsaremyboggarts:

icykitty:

soaringsparrows:

nataliesfantasticadventures:

I Promise I’m Not a Murderer: The Story of a Researching Writer

now with a sequel:
I Swear I’m Not Pregnant, I’m Just Naming Characters

Don’t forget: I’m not Trying to Break Into This Building, I Just Need to Know the Layout of it

And the ever appealling: I’m Not Planning on Killing Myself, I Just Need to Know How a Character Could Commit Suicide Whilst Making it Look Like a Murder

I recommend
I’m Not a Terrorist, I Just Need to Know How a Criminal Mastermind Would Properly Construct a Bomb

And my personal favourite
I Swear I’m Not Sick I Just Like Making Characters Suffer By Giving Them Deadly Diseases

And keep in mind:
I Am Not Looking to Buy a Firearm Myself, Just Want to Know How One Could Go About Obtaining One

And of course
I’m not a stalker I just am planning a surprise party for you so I need to know where your house is and which room is yours

Also:I’m Not On Drugs I Don’t Know Someone On Drugs And I’m Not Looking To Buy Some I Just Need To Know How Someone Would Go About Getting Them And What The Effects Would Be

yall-mothafuckas-need-misha:

confusedvantas:

major-trouble:

martainducreff:

thesilverwolf9:

boggartsaremyboggarts:

icykitty:

soaringsparrows:

nataliesfantasticadventures:

I Promise I’m Not a Murderer: The Story of a Researching Writer

now with a sequel:

I Swear I’m Not Pregnant, I’m Just Naming Characters

Don’t forget: I’m not Trying to Break Into This Building, I Just Need to Know the Layout of it

And the ever appealling: I’m Not Planning on Killing Myself, I Just Need to Know How a Character Could Commit Suicide Whilst Making it Look Like a Murder

I recommend

I’m Not a Terrorist, I Just Need to Know How a Criminal Mastermind Would Properly Construct a Bomb

And my personal favourite

I Swear I’m Not Sick I Just Like Making Characters Suffer By Giving Them Deadly Diseases

And keep in mind:

I Am Not Looking to Buy a Firearm Myself, Just Want to Know How One Could Go About Obtaining One

And of course

I’m not a stalker I just am planning a surprise party for you so I need to know where your house is and which room is yours

Also:

I’m Not On Drugs I Don’t Know Someone On Drugs And I’m Not Looking To Buy Some I Just Need To Know How Someone Would Go About Getting Them And What The Effects Would Be

(via redhan)


drinkmasturbatecry:

nudityandnerdery:

the-fandoms-are-valentines:

grandtheftautosanandreas:

Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters

they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay
“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”
"Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”
"He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”
"It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”
"If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”

And, of course: "The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t."

the one that will always stay with me is “Arthur Dent was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath,” i feel like that was the first time i really understood what you could do with words.

drinkmasturbatecry:

nudityandnerdery:

the-fandoms-are-valentines:

grandtheftautosanandreas:

Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters

they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay

He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”

"Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”

"He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”

"It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”

"If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”

And, of course:

"The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t."

the one that will always stay with me is “Arthur Dent was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath,” i feel like that was the first time i really understood what you could do with words.

(via redhan)



fussyfangss:

teamshercock:

utilitarianthings:

'Book on Bookis a transparent paperweight that holds down the pages of a novel. It keeps the pages from flipping and allows the user to eat, drink, or sit back while reading.

protect the book from ur tears

(via blissfullyescapingreality)


quaintrelle-dusts:

emilysachs:

This is not me. This is a story from someone I know from middle school and her post is not receiving the most positive response on Facebook. It deserves to be shared and this treatment acknowledged for what it really is.

So let’s be serious for a second guys please -

Last night around 2 a.m. my friends and I decided to take a drive around Hutchinson island, and when upon returning into Sewall’s Point we made a stop underneath the causeway. We decided to stop, listen to music, and stand outside the car. Not intoxicated, not under any substance abuse, and not in the possession of any weapons - we were having clean wholesome dumb teenage fun. Without doing anything incriminating it still was unfortunately interrupted by Officer Scott Donlon, when he drove around the causeway and approached us with his lights on. We turned down the music and waited for him to approach us outside my friends car. The lights almost made it impossible for us to see his face or communicate with him without holding my arm in front of my face.

He walks up to us and says,

"I sure as hell can’t wait to hear this story."

I took the liberty to talk for my friends, because they were visibly intimidated and frightened by this officer.

I responded,

"Honestly officer, we were on our way to the beach when we decided that it was probably too late and unsafe. We decided on our drive back to stop here and enjoy ourselves. We are good people. None of us are under the influence or intoxicated we are more than willing to take a breathalyzer if you have any suspicion that we are."

That’s when he made the most disturbing comment of all,

"Yeah because running around in your underwear -"

I couldn’t believe it, he decided that my outfit of choice constituted as underwear to him. My floral top that showed my mid-drift and my high-waisted shorts was something he was going to demean and call “underwear”?

I tried my hardest not to be rude to him, but I responded with,

"That’s extremely rude and offensive sir. I don’t think my outfit should be considered underwear."

He continued to walk around my friends car trying to be intimidating and aggressive, so I spoke again:

"Sir, are you detaining us?"

Which he responded, “Yes.”

So I said, “What for?”

"For wearing underwear."

I was fuming. I was disgusted. I was baffled. I couldn’t believe that right before my very eyes rape culture was brought to light by this officer.

Again everyone - Scott Donlon, Officer of Sewall’s Point, who’s name I asked for because I was not going to let this white old privileged male think he could demean the four of us.

Luckily another officer, rolled up to us in the middle of this, he who was much kinder and diffused the situation by saying,

"Do not try him, you need to just give him respect. You could make things so much worse for yourself."

I wanted to say,

"What!? Excuse me? It’s your job to protect us, not to make us feel like our lives are threatened because he decided that he wants to be intimidating?"

Instead I said to the other officer,

"Officer, I mean no offense, and I’m sorry if I upset him, but he told us we were being detained for wearing underwear. Look at the four of us, we may be showing our stomachs, but we’re fully clothed and that’s by no means okay."

He responded,

"Well if he says you’re being detained. You’re being detained."

We were never detained.

It was all an intimidation tactic, and because of course it wasn’t worth the fight, I apologized for MY behavior and for disrespecting HIM. I let him continue to say I was running around in my “underwear.” I continued to let him say, “If I was in a bad mood tonight, I could have got you in so much more trouble.” I continued to let him discriminate my age by saying “I don’t need some 19 year old giving me attitude thinking she knows the law better than me.” I continued to let him completely dominate the situation and degrade us.

I’m not okay with this, I’m not okay with another officer fluffing his ego because he has some fucked up authoritative mentality.

Below I’ll add the photo of the outfit I was wearing, you guys let me know if I missed out on the memo of what defines underwear now.

If you actually took the time to go through my terrible grammar and read all of this ridiculous nonsense - thank you so much thank you thankyoouuu.

wow. misogyny at its finest. This is horrible to hear.

(via blissfullyescapingreality)


particularlynoble:

superwholockthecomic:

superwholockthecomic:

superwholockthecomic:

superwholockthecomic:

That awkward moment in a writer’s life when you have the urge to email a tiny country store in Vermont to ask whether or not they sell paprika

I’m gonna do it I’m gonna email them

image

I did the thing

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THEY DON’T SELL PAPRIKA

GOD BLESS AUTHORS WHO CARE THIS MUCH ABOUT ACCURACY

(via themarauders-nap)


Things almost every author needs to research

shevathegun:

clevergirlhelps:

the-right-writing:

  • How bodies decompose
  • Wilderness survival skills
  • Mob mentality
  • Other cultures
  • What it takes for a human to die in a given situation
  • Common tropes in your genre
  • Average weather for your setting

yoooo

fuck yes

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