#editor?

[merryfae]

I just 

*shakes fist*

really want to draw Lego Batman fanart 

[4th0th]

omg, i need tumblr mutuals. pls, someone, be my moot, i beg of youu 🙏🏾🙏🏾

[hogwartsstudy-blog]

Hello

Hi! I'm Sabrina! It's a pleasure to meet you all. I lost my other few accounts so heres a new one I plan on keeping up as a Daily Blog thing about just random stuff and what goes on in my life.

I love to write and draw mostly. I am currently planning to start a book now but im still looking for an editor to help me with my grammar and other things I may have screwed up on. If you're interested please just go ahead and message me! I don't bite.

[valancyredfern]

Why is the author trying to wring drama out of the heroine telling her mother she doesn't want her in her life any more? The heroine already did that. She was trying to cut her out of her life even before her mother kidnapped her.

The heroine has also realized with shock that she's in love with the hero two separate times.

[lifefromacouch]

Seriously a book?

Yeah awhile ago i was writing a book. Like the total nerd I am it clearly had to take place in Gotham city because really, where else could it? I wanted to reference yeah hey the batman universe still exists but have not much to actually do with it. Still, guess if I ever want to do anything with it I will have to pay royalties out the ass. I have the awful habit of writing how I think, discombobulated and without grammar. So you know if anyone wants to be an editor!  But here is one of the chapters where the main characters meet:

Ch. 4 Looking for work, finding a Girl.

Vol walked around Gotham with a newspaper in one hand and a red pen in his other. The rain had stopped but it was still overcast, still as dark as he remembered it being mid-day. He caught glimpse of a little hole in the wall that suited his needs quite well. He sat down at the diner and tore it open to the entertainment section. “There we go,” he said as he circled an add with a red pen, a waitress came over and asked him what he had circled as she poured him his coffee, he cracked a smile and his eyes went wide, “a job” he smirked “a job.”

Weary of creeps in this part of town the waitress walked away, but not so fast as to not notice her customer’s charm. Something in his smile had scared her but something in his eyes had given her a chill. She came back to the table his black coat was folded over his lap. His white shirt glowed next to the blackness of the rest of his outfit. She couldn’t help but notice that he was handsome, it reminded her of black and white pictures her grandmother had shown her.

            Vol looked up and saw the girl with her pad out staring at him. She stared back and saw that he had written quite a bit on the newspaper. Vol looked her up and down examining her from toe to head. Another toothy grin formed on his face, “Wanna sit down?” He asked. She looked at him confused, “don’t you want to order anything?” “I think I just did” he said with a grin. If it had been anybody else, if it was said any differently she would have yelled and stormed out; but she couldn’t. Her eyes were fixed on his black pupils with a grey shadow surrounding it; and those bolts of emerald running through, his grin like a crescent moon of teeth. She noticed she was already sitting adjacent from him, she didn’t even remember doing it.

            She was uptight, her Auburn hair running down to her shoulders. Her blue checkered waitress uniform was hiding a long white dress. She had black as night stockings and little black shoes and Vol noticed every inch of her. He stared for a long time, gazing into her eyes, looking through her soul. Vol was very good at noticing things and he knew what to do with the information he was collecting. She was nervous and didn’t like the silence. “What's your name?” She asked. He answered “Which one would you like to hear?”

“What does that mean?”

“Whatever you want, what do you want?”

“Excuse me?”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t understand” He leaned in real close and motioned her to do the same. She did, they were so close his breath tickled her nose, and his face slipped by her and his lips reached her ear.

“More than anything in the world, what do you want?”

She looked at him for a second, not thinking, she already knew the answer. She had known what she had wanted since she was old enough to see the world for what it is. She had no reason to tell this stranger in black…. Well mostly black. She pulled away just far enough to see his eyes, his grey eyes that broke her with a stare. She leaned back in so her lips met his ear, she whispered so only he could hear, and hear it he did and he smiled. Then he laughed, he laughed so hard that his ribs ached. The diner had turned to look at him, guffawing like a child. He stopped with a tear in his eye to look at this girl, now she had the grin of a fox on her.

“The name is Bianco Volpe, call me Vol though.” She looked at him staring blankly,

“Your name is white fox?”

“Well that’s the name my parents gave me” This lie stung at Vol, he couldn’t tell if it was because he actually was starting to like this girl or if it was at the mention of his parents.

He looked at her and asked, “what time do you get off work?”

“Excuse me?”

“You do get off work don’t you?”

“I work till close I guess”

“And when exactly is that?”

“At ten”

“Perfect,” Vol said with a smile (though he thought that was quite early for a diner) “What’s your name anyway?”

“My friends call me”

“Never Mind. I don’t want to know” He interrupted. He looked her up and down. He stood up took a few steps towards the door. Vol Turned around, spinning on his heel, looked straight at her, and yelled, “I’ll pick you up when you get off work, oh and Azzura, we are going to have to do something about those clothes.”

She was dumbfounded what had he just said. She stood up so fast her hair whipped around her face. She slammed the table as she was standing, “Picking me up? Where are we going?”

He was already half way out the door as he turned his head, “To the ball.” She was totally flabbergasted, was this real life? She suddenly became aware of her job and how everyone was starring at her. She blushed and started to clean up the table so that she could turn her back to the eyes of the diners. That’s when she picked up the newspaper he had written in, Something was circled, The Headlining story written by Gotham Daily News Intern J. Olsen “The Extravagance of Gotham and the Charity of the Wayne Family: A Ball for the poor, celebrated by the rich.” Off on the margins of the paper there were some notes, most of which she couldn’t understand,  it was in a code she thought. There was something she could read though one line of numbers, 5’ 9’’ 36, 26, 36?…………. Immediately all the blood rushed to her face, embarrassed and blushing she picked up everything she could and began to leave the table behind. When out of the folds of the newspaper a bill fell out, one single bill. She picked it up, a $100 Bill with the face of Benjamin Franklin drawn on to make it look like he was winking at her, and written just below that “keep the change.”

[wind-upbirdontheshore]

To sign or not to sign [I hate Shakespeare]

Yes, I love Sign Language. No, I was not thinking of going into it as a profession. I'm pretty good at the memorizing, but I'm total shit at finger spelling. Yes, the idea was that I would be an editor or at least work for a publishing house somewhere. Yes, it had occurred to me that there are a lot of people in professions like that out of a job. There are also many, many other people out of a job. Maybe I will be, but I believe I have as great a shot as anyone else at it. I mean, I've wanted it for years. Yes, I know my brother went to school for something that he paid thousands of dollars for and he can't utilize that now in what he does, but he still loves it. It might not have been his best idea, but he strove to do something he loved [and still loves] and I admire the hell out of that.

Thanks for being supportive and telling me that you "honestly don't think I'll make it." And honestly, what do you know about the job market for interpreters? What do you even know about the job market for editors?

I'll be whatever I want to be, thanks very much. Now where's my fucking cat suit? 

[rcglasses]

Anyone need a beta for their fics?

I miss being a beta. I did it for a little while about a year ago. It's a nice way to get to know people too. 

Even though I'm not the greatest I do think I'm a pretty decent beta. I can also help with ideas. :) 

If you need a beta for you fics let me know!