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[theblindlmon]

i made a thing

[whitepeopletwitter]

[inkskinned]

but you see her on instagram and it was never really said that you guys aren’t friends but one day she stopped answering and you stopped texting and it’s not like the wound is a cavern but it is a diagram of what if in red letters. you want to tell her nice lipstick that’s a good color but the last time you spoke it was stilted and awkward 

how do you say goodbye, you know? it’s not an unfriend and block kind of situation. but you watch the people you once loved go on and have a life and you’re outside of it. and it’s bittersweet because of course it’s okay that you’re both thriving. but she used to be who you’d call if you needed to cry. she used to be who’d you’d be binge watching the new series with. you used to be hers, in a way, even if that way wasn’t permanent. and now she’s someone else and so are you and your friendship is clicking heart shapes next to pictures where she smiles next to people you’ve never met. you know where her birthmark is. she knows where you’ve buried your dead.

the poets and the singers and the authors write about romantic love when it ends. but nobody tells you how to get over a friend.

[miss-princesspenney]

This is beautiful and speaks to a very deep part of my soul.

[bleakcreek]

hey guys! i’ve put together a fairly exhaustive playlist of some of the best and most iconic rhink-y episodes (as well as some less overtly shippy episodes that just have some really good bff content) over on youtube here!

i tried to comb through all seasons of gmm as well as most videos on the rhettandlink and gmmore channels, and i’ve added any of their guest appearances that i could think of that were shippy, whether overtly (like the larry king vid or the lie detector test) or just features them being bffs (like the game theory live guest spot they had).

i didn’t include any pre-gmm content, other than the roadtrip videos, and i haven’t included any ear biscuits episodes yet, so if anyone has any suggestions for other videos they feel like should be listed but aren’t, feel free to let me know! 

i’ve also tried to keep the videos mostly in chronological order, but the rhettandlink channel videos and the guest appearances are the exception at the moment because i don’t know precisely where all of them fall. 

[ryuuga-kepler98]

He is not the same as before

[forget-me-nights]

So was anyone gonna tell me that there is an app for AO3?? Called Archive Track Reader ?? Cause here I was, reading everything over my chrome account, being terrified of giving anyone my phone to Google sth cause they might just see all the things I read

like a STUPID person!

[miss-princesspenney]

Just reblogging a useful insight... not that *I* need it. I totally knew about this already.....

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

Canon: They don’t get along.

Fandom:

[bountiful-beautiful-ships]

Canon: They’ve never even met.

Fandom:

[heartless241]

Canon: They all die

Fandom:

[flipwizardisgoodouthere]

Canon: They get almost no screen time

Fandom:

[dead-meme-necromancer-deactivat]

Canon:

Fandom:

[averil-of-fairlea]

This may be the best fanfiction post of all time

[miss-princesspenney]

Smh

[paper-mario-wiki]

there should be a tax that youtubers pay where 1.5% of all of their revenue goes back to Kevin Macleod for basically supplying YouTube with it’s own soundtrack.

[fooliofailure]

who is this man and what music did he make???

[paper-mario-wiki]

if you hear a royalty free song on youtube, there’s approximately an 80% chance Kevin Macleod wrote it.

here’s some you’ve almost definitely heard:

[paper-mario-wiki]

for those wondering, yes, he also made THE generic royalty free song that was EVERYWHERE in 2014.

[shinosarna]

He has a Patreon!

And he doesn’t even make a 1000$ per month!

also, his site incompetech.com also has graph paper generators, if you’re in need of that. It has any kind of graph paper - INCLUDING hex paper, you tabletop gamers out there! (or knitting paper if you’re into that)

[miss-princesspenney]

A Living Legend

[miss-princesspenney]

You prop yourself up onto your elbows,

the metal table beneath you doing nothing for your already sore joints.

worth it though

You watch as Rick stretches, arching his back, and turn away, running a quick hand through his sweat, dampened hair. He pulls open your fridge and grabs the first alcoholic beverage he can find. The domesticity of the movment is made humorous by his stark nakedness. You sigh, catching your breath, and give out a small laugh as your adrenaline rush calms and your brain catches up with you.

that was fun

You slide off the table and pull up your small, cotton panties from around your ankles and back onto your hips with a small snap. Fixing your hair with a swish, you follow Rick's initiative and grab a cold beer.

could have been better though. .

He's more than halfway done by the time you crack your own lid, and you continue to watch him as he gulps the rest down. His throat so slim and his collar bone so prominent, to a glancing eye he looked as wirey as a string bean; but you knew better. The muslce tone in those thin arms and narrow torso were a force to be reckoned with - and you had. On several, often unexpected, occasions.

but he was. . . off today

Rick lets out a burp, wipes his mouth with his wrist, and tosses the can into the sink. There's a moment of silence as you imagine what he might be thinking as his eyes begin to glaze over. The wrinkles forming there make no movement, and you touch your own skin absent-mindedly, wondering when your wrinkles might begin to show. You aren't old enough quite yet, but you aren't getting any younger either. You'd noticed plenty of stray grays in your thick, untamed hair by now. It doesn't really bother you, but something about those crows feet. . .

You light a cigarette and slump down into the aluminum chair next to the table. Its freezing compared to the heat your skin still radiates and your skin breaks out in goose pimples. You take a drag and let it warm you. Letting the smoke slowly drift through your nose, you speak, hopefully breaking Rick out of whatever reverie he's entered.

"Did I wear you out, daddy?"

He huffs a laugh, barely smirking, eyes still distant.

"Yeah. Wore out my bladder. I'm gonna go piss." You lift the corner of your mouth as he walks by, resisting the temptation to slap his bare ass. He snatches the cigarette from your fingers as he passes.

"That's my line, dickhead."

You lean back, tilting your head, and look at the ceiling. Stains on the stucco and flies stuck in the light fixture.

It had been three months since you'd last seen Rick, which was actually a pretty short amount of a time. He had seemed fairly edgey - more than normal - when he'd suddenly portaled into your bedroom as you were getting dressed for work. You had just gotten your top on, only to have Rick stalk over and tear it off your body and kiss you, all in one fluid motion.

work can wait

Work could go straight to hell for all you cared. One moment in Rick's arms was like forever in a thunderstorm of ecstasy. It was loud and elegant, dark and pure, and orgasms were like millions of lightning bolts in the heat of a summer night.

But edgey Rick was different. At least, an edgey Rick that was unsure of how edgey he really was, was different.

You hear the flush of the toilet and decide it was high time you put a shirt on over your bare tits - but glancing around the room, and not wanting to move, the prospect seems like more trouble than its worth. Rick walks up behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders, beginning a light massage. You hum and lift your hand up towards him. He gives the cigarette back and you bring it down for another deep drag before putting it out.

"I hope an empty bladder is gonna make round two more enjoyable."

You imagine him raising an eyebrow at your comment.

"It takes two to tango, sweetheart," he says.

You chuckle darkly.

"Yeah, well, it seems like you've got two left feet." You say as you quickly get up and spin around on him. His defenses are down so it doesn't take much for you to push him towards the couch and then shove him down. Your glad you neglected the shirt.

Rick is still fully exposed. When you straddle him, its all skin on skin, still cooling and still ever so slightly sensitive. He makes a low groan. You lean over him, his eyes looking into yours.

"Now that I have your attention." He looks down at your mouth, as you twirl you tongue behind partially parted lips.

"Sex won't solve your problems - as much as we act like it does. So whatever bullshit is going on up here," you say softly, poking his temple. His brow furrows slightly, and you lean in towards his ear.

"I'm gonna need you to get rid of it. Cause if you're looking for a therapy session, you've come to the wrong office. And if you make me work *now*, I'm gonna have to charge you."

He grins devilishly.

"Is that a threat, or are you switching professions?"

"Get your shit together, Sanchez." You say, not sure if "off" Rick is worth another go. "Or you really can go find yourself a Vantrexian hooker." He growls again, taking you by the hips and throwing your back onto the sofa. You let out a quick yelp that's muffled by Rick's mouth on yours. His tongue tangles itself into yours and you moan in response.

much better

Photo thx to @tiniestrick

[poyle]

when your young padawan makes a good call

[lena221bee]

how do I find a fic that’s exactly like the one I’ve just read but also different

[miss-ingno]

^^^reasons why writers shouldn’t be worried about using the same tropes/concept/plot that’s been done before

[artisticcmr-deactivated20201124]

Mind blown

[arcticlibelle]

me: *reads 55 fanfics with the same pairing and the same au* also me: another one? pls??

[izzydoodledump]

So Cosmopolitan asked me to illustrate a series of Disney characters if they went to Hogwarts! The images you see are what happens when an artist gets to mix two of his most favorite things!! h!

Follow me for more Disney Mashups: My Facebook Page

[miss-princesspenney]

Soft, baby blue

Eyes full of laughter

He looks at me with those bright eyes so often, and in so many way; they will never cease to be beautiful to me. Sadness, joy, anger, surprise; it doesn't matter. Just as long as I get to see those eyes - as long as they keep looking at me.

I look at him in jest, raising my eyebrows in mock suspicion. He stifles a giggle, I can tell, and he copies me with the addition of an exaggerated head tilt. I huff in response, holding back my own laughter, but my cheeks are giving me away.

He breaks, and I look away to try and save myself, but its too late.

"You got to, man! You gotta do it!"

"Dang it!" I shout. I make a frustrated growl and he laughs some more. I laugh too, but it won't be for long.

He's won this stupid game, and now I've got to eat the stupid gross thing. I shake my head at him and he's recovered from laughing with a grin.

He's adorable.

"This sucks."

"It sucks, cuz you sucked. And I didn't! I unsucked!" Aaaaand, he ruined it.

I give him a cockeyed look, but he keeps going of course.

"So suck it." He giggles again. "Suck it down."

He's ridiculous.

"Stop saying suck, man." But I'm laughing again too, at least he's helping delay the inevitable. He presses his lips together and leans forward, overtly anticipating what I have to do. I sigh, pick up the cup and bring it to my lips, and just as I'm getting it into my mouth, he gets real close to me, and whispers "suck".

He's the worst. And I can hear everyone else laughing now too.

I've barely gotten it into my mouth and its already threatening to come back out, just from his perfect timing. I bend over, trying to keep it together. But I can hear him laughing yet again, proud of himself no doubt, enjoying my anguish.

He does shit like that all the time. This constant flip-flop of being amazing and being cringey, and its what makes him who he is, its what has kept me at his side all these years. All i can ever do is grin and shake my head. Afterall, he is my best friend.

[miss-princesspenney]

To the world, he is Zero

To many, he is Lelouch Lamperouge. To few, he is Lelouch vi Britannia. But to CC, he is all that and more.

Tragedy is the cost of battle; peace is its gain. You can not have one without the other. Lelouch did not start this war, neither will he end it. Rather, the part he plays is one of precision and patience, it is calculated vengeance, and the human condition. What he lives for and what he dies for are one in the same. Nary a cloud before his goals, only those emotions that keep him from losing his mind - a great casuality closer to plausible than anyone knows. He would be a fool to ignore that which kept him healthy and sane; things that make him human. No matter how many voices, names, or ideas that he took upon himself, he would only ever be a man. Unless, of course, his goal could be reached. Then he would be granted that which is forbidden from all other life; immortality. A gift bestowed unto him from a witch who knew him inside and out. An alien who had seen who he truely was, who saw who he could be, and decided that she could aide his efforts in ways he never could as just a man. He was now a man with a gift, a man who paid a price, but a man who had her at his side, there to protect and guide him so that he might make his transition. His metamorphasis from someone who merely lived to die, into someone who would live forever.

There are nights when he trudges into the darkness of his quarters without switching on the lights. He doesn't look at her - the girl who lays on his couch - but knows that she's there, watching him. His thin fingers on his steady hands grasp the face of his mask and slowly remove it. He's downcast, the weight of his gift on his shoulders; a burden. His mind will never regret his decision but will always question his ways. He tosses the helmet to the end of the bed. He unsnaps his cape and places it on a hook. He removes his coat and loosens the buttons of his shirt. He sits at the edge of his bed and puts his head in his hands. Silence on the outside, roar of emotion on the inside. His coping mechanisms wear thin, and sometimes the strings begin to tense and the stretch can almost be heard, like the whine of an untuned violin.

It's on nights like this, when sorrow is heavy on him, as musk is on an ox, that she will approach him. She lays a hand on his shoulder. He looks up into her unwavering face, in all its stoic beauty. She bends down and places a kiss to his lips. It draws him to the here and now, instead of the constant drowning he faces inside himself. She places both hands on his face and his eyes form tears. There are more words spoken in this one moment, a greater exchange from her soulful globes into his, than there ever will be. It makes him feel alive, trembling beneath her, her body beginning to fall into his. He remembers what its like to feel, to hear, to breath. She will press her lips into his again, her tongue will ask his to join her. They will lay together, him grasping her hips, her fingers in his hair. This man of tact, genius, and patience. He will meet her strength, loyalty, and compassion. She will undress him. She will move her lips across him. He will close his eyes, feeling the heat of her breath and silk of her touch. He will feel the heat in his groin and the knot in his stomach. She reaches him where he is, she can pull him up. She will not place him on a pedestal. She will not underestimate him. She will believe in him and know what he is capable of and she will reward him for it and comfort him when it hurts. She will slip out of her clothes - or rather his, he'll notice - with slow ease and finally, the rest of the world is forgotten, unbalanced against the sight of her skin in the static of night. His mind empties, and he knows it, but he doesn't fight. She will sink down to him and press herself against his chest. He will feel her plush bosom on his firm torso. He will groan. She will stroke him in the place he needs it most. He reaches for her with slender fingers and pulls her mouth to his once again, now lost in the feeling - in what can be the only pleasure hidden in his humanity. He feels her tight heat and wonders how he got by without it. Its never been anyone but her; he would be naive to say that will never change; and it would be insulting to believe it could ever be better with anyone else. Sweat beads. She whines. He moans. She purrs. He's close. She cries - like she can feel it the same way he does. He releases within her. It blinds them. It always does. He kisses her once again. She runs a hand through his hair, brushes it aside, kisses his forehead.

They sleep good on nights like these; they have created a sense of peace. He sleeps good for several nights. He will make practical decisions. He will make better plans. She will have made him more man than either of them knew he could be; all so that he could someday be more.

He won't know that she does it for her almost as much as she does it for him. Afterall, she was once a woman, as he will have once been a man.

~art by unknown~

[miss-princesspenney]

the light danced in her eyes and i could feel the heat they emitted run through my fingertips. my hands twitched before i could stop them, itching at the tingling feeling i didn't know was possible.

i smiled in spite of my self and let an innocent insult slip past my lips.

her nose crinkled and she laughed, and i thought i heard her say she loved me over the blood pounding in my ears.

[retrogamingblog]

90s Nostalgia Stickers made by Aly Jones

[lizard-is-writing]

How to Plot a Complex Novel in One Day

Now first, I have to say, that the plot you’re able to come up with in one day is not going to be without its flaws, but coming up with it all at once, the entire story unfolds right in front of you and makes you want to keep going with it. So, where to begin?

What is your premise and basic plot? Pick your plot. I recommend just pulling one from this list. No plots are “original” so making yours interesting and complicated will easily distract from that fact, that and interesting characters. Characters will be something for you to work on another day, because this is plotting day. You’ll want the main plot to be fairly straight forward, because a confusing main plot will doom you if you want subplots.

Decide who the characters will be. They don’t have to have names at this point. You don’t even need to know who they are other than why they have to be in the story. The more characters there are the more complicated the plot will be. If you intend to have more than one subplot, then you’ll want more characters. Multiple interconnected subplots will give the illusion that the story is very complicated and will give the reader a lot of different things to look at at all times. It also gives you the chance to develop many side characters. The plot I worked out yesterday had 13 characters, all were necessary. Decide their “roles” don’t bother with much else. This seems shallow, but this is plot. Plot is shallow.

Now, decide what drives each character. Why specifically are they in this story? You can make this up. You don’t even know these characters yet. Just so long as everyone has their own motivations, you’re in the clear.

What aren’t these characters giving away right off the bat? Give them a secret! It doesn’t have to be something that they are actively lying about or trying to hide, just find something that perhaps ties them into the plot or subplot. This is a moment to dig into subplot. This does not need to be at all connected to their drive to be present in the story.  Decide who is in love with who, what did this person do in the 70’s that’s coming back to bite them today, and what continues to haunt what-his-face to this very day. This is where you start to see the characters take shape. Don’t worry much about who they are or what they look like, just focus on what they’re doing to the story.

What is going to change these characters? Now this will take some thinking. Everyone wants at least a few of the characters to come out changed by the end of the story, so think, how will they be different as a result of the plot/subplot? It might not be plot that changes them, but if you have a lot of characters, a few changes that are worked into the bones of the plot might help you.

Now list out the major events of the novel with subplot in chronological order. This will be your timeline. Especially list the historical things that you want to exist in backstory. List everything you can think of. Think about where the story is going. At this point, you likely haven’t focused too much on the main plot, yeah, it’s there, but now really focus on the rising actions, how this main plot builds its conflict, then the climactic moment. Make sure you get all of that in there. This might take a few hours.

Decide where to start writing. This part will take a LOT of thinking. It’s hard! But now that you’ve got the timeline, pick an interesting point to begin at. Something with action. Something relevant. Preferably not at the beginning of your timeline - you want to have huge reveals later on where these important things that happened prior are exposed. This is the point where you think about what information should come out when. This will be a revision of your last list, except instead of being chronological, it exists to build tension.

Once you’ve gotten the second list done, you’ve got a plot. Does it need work? Probably. But with that said, at this point you probably have no idea who half your characters are. Save that for tomorrow, that too will be a lot of work.

Disclaimer for this post.