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»> I moved blogs. This account keeps getting hacked? I don’t really know what’s happening to it but, I don’t want to deal with it anymore. ANYWHO! If you want to continue threads or plots message me on that account so I know what to reblog. Thank you.
»> I moved blogs. This account keeps getting hacked? I don’t really know what’s happening to it but, I don’t want to deal with it anymore. ANYWHO! If you want to continue threads or plots message me on that account so I know what to reblog. Thank you.
>>> I moved blogs. This account keeps getting hacked? I don't really know what's happening to it but, I don't want to deal with it anymore. ANYWHO! If you want to continue threads or plots message me on that account so I know what to reblog. Thank you.
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nonsumqualiserxm:
"Got it. Besides, I actually happen to like her. Now about those drinks.."
"Alright! Alight - I thought you were being sarcastic Isobel. Right this way, I have some whisky in the office next door. "
|| Closed ||
nonsumqualiserxm:
"I think I’m going to need a drink to forget I even saw this."
"Or two.. What was seen here doesn't leave this room, ok?"
ooc
waiting for rp partners to come back to the very emotional thread like
Jamie Dornan for COS
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You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away The other night dear as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I bowed my head and I cried
☂
Send ☂ for a FOOD headcanon.
Bjorn is a human garbage disposal. He will eat anything. The least picky eater you will ever come across. The only foods he stays away from are those he is allergic to.
"But seriously - Have you tried a peanut butter and pickle sandwich?"
Feral Fever || Closed
Nicole was sound asleep when Bjorn opened the tent. Dreaming of chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream, Nicole was smiling when it happened. When his voice woke her, she yelped and sat up, accidently moving her ankle to press against the tent floor. She groaned, and looked down. It was dark. The ankle was back to normal size, but still tender. “Jesus Christ! What do you want? I didn’t say anything.” Her tone showed sleepy annoyance and lots of surprise. What was his problem? Nicole took a deep breath and breathed it out. “Sorry, you scared me.”
She frowned. “Do you hear that?” She looked around the tend, trying to hear what she should be hearing. “There is no sound. Complete silence. Where is the grasshoppers, the bugs?” She gulped. “Do you think it’s a storm?” She crawled to the opening and looked at Bjorn through the screen layer. “Somethign wake you up?”
"Yeah I heard som-" and as soon as he had been woken up, he was being cut off by another noise. It was a foreign noise. A monstrous wail nothing he had heard before. It was definitely not a coyote, or bear. It sounded more like a man being slaughtered by either of those animal. But it was too quiet to follow such a sound, if that had been the case. Scrambling for his backpack, Bjorn tried to retrieve what he had in case of a wild animal threat. It wasn't much but, hell - it was better than nothing.
Still stuck in his sleeping bag, he tossed his backpack back towards the small tent. He pulled himself out of the bag and grabbed it in his arms. Briefly he surveyed the campsite. Nothing seemed out of place. So he started back towards the tent - there was no way he was staying out under the stars with noises like that echoing in the distances.
As he was about to crouch down to the tent, something knocked him on to his stomach. Something huge. With its weight on his back he couldn't breathe. Part of that had to be from the terror as well. Before he could attempt to comprehend what was happening, the creature that had knocked him down let out another wail that turned Bjorn's blood cold.
Strangers (Bjorn+Sam)
Sam over heard someone say they’d considered bailing, which made her feel even more foolish than she had walking into this place. her fingernails traced the intricate details of the bed knob as she heard the footsteps coming closer, and she looked up, a soft smile on her face.
Of course she’d be filming with someone who would make even the fucking Greek Gods jealous. She saw him extend his hand, and her lips curled into a smile.
"It’s nice to meet you," she said, shaking his hand. After a second, she realized she’d not said her name, and an awkward laugh bubbled past her lips. "Sorry, Samantha… but all my friends call me Sam," she explained, slowly pulling her hand away.
It was all ready awkward enough being here, and now she felt like she was just adding insult to injury and making a fool of herself in front of the guy. Pushing her hands into the pockets of her jeans, she looked down at her feet, realizing that no one knew she had both of her legs removed. Panic started to set in, and she looked up at Bjorn, fear of being laughed at hiding behind her eyes.
"Well, this isn’t awkward at all…" She cleared her throat, glanced over at the film crew, then back at her stranger. "If, uh, if you’ve changed your mind… I don’t mind," she said quietly. "I understand."
In all honesty, she needed to do this, though, to prove to herself that either everyone looked at her with disgust, or that no one really gave a shit that she’d grown up a Cancer Kid and had two poles for legs to prove it. She’d stopped talking to all of the kids from the schools she’d grown up in when she saw their pity more than their smiles, and all the kids she met in the Oncology Department at the hospital had died or moved back to their real homes. Here she was, 20 years old, and she’d never had anyone who wasn’t a doctor or a nurse see her without her clothes.
And she was trusting this moment to a complete stranger.
Drawing a breath, she looked back over at him and forced a smile on her lips. “Do this often?” she asked, hoping a little humor would break the ice.
"Samantha," he grinned attempting to settle her nerves. His palms were already clamming up but, he could see she was more nervous than she was. He was really regretting not getting here earlier; he was promised a beer after all. "I'm not bailing."
"This'll be fine. We're just you know, undressing each other and getting into the bed right?" he looked over to the bed and snorted. It was hardly a twin. It was going to be a snug fit. Bjorn doubted it would fit him comfortably let alone anybody else with him.
He looked her over. She was attractive but, not very petite. They were definitely going to be in each others "personal bubble" but, he figured they both knew that when they agreed to this experiment.
"Well. It's more of a cot I guess," he side eyed where he assumed his friend behind the camera was standing. It was hard to see anything behind the lights that were directed at them. The more they stalled the more nervous he was getting. So, he started to move it along. "Do you want to start? Or should I.."
|| It Doesn't Take Much || Closed
nonsumqualiserxm:
All in all, life at the estate wasn’t really as terrible as she had imagined it would be. Once she had gotten past her own initial discomfort she had begun to relax. Was she still forever amused by the fact that she of all people had her own bodyguard? Sure. Though Noah was nice enough to her and didn’t make her feel so out of place. On occasion she would even talk to him about meaningless things that she was sure he had no interest in hearing about.
When told not to go someplace, she imagined that normal people would listen especially given the circumstances. Isobel had been told more than once that she was free to explore as she pleased with the exception of the west wing. Apparently that area was completely off limits. Naturally, it meant she wanted to go see it even more.
The noise could be heard two states over she was certain of it. And when his people came rushing out of a yet to be explored room she quickly ducked behind a pillar. Common sense told her to steer clear from that room. To just turn around and return the way she came but she seems to have an entirely different idea in mind. All she can do is quickly scan the large office before her eyes land on him and she just stares. For once at a loss for words. An excuse already sat on the tip of her tongue but instead she blurts out something else entirely. “Are you alright? I reckon there are people a few states over that didn’t hear you.”
The Gunnar's had dealt with their fair share of chaos; especially Bjorn. This, however, was a first. Never had they lost contact with one another, let alone have to be completely blind to their well being while in hiding. The man had no idea how to deal with this. It was beyond his comprehension. Something inside of him said that something horrible had happened. The unspeakable. The room was that Bjorn was working on totaling, was nowhere near as bad off as he was. His split knuckles were numbed by the adrenaline coursing through him. He couldn't tear his mind away from going to the dark places he suspected his family were enduring. So when his train of thought was interrupted by Isobel, it took a moment for him to fully comprehend her words.
"What - What are you doing here?" Bjorn growled at the brunette. Tears of rage filled his eyes while his voice remained calm. His eyes darted around the room in search for something to focus on beside Isobel. He didn't want her to see him like this. After a moment his eyes came to settle on one of the screens; the one that displayed a photo of his younger sister. His resurfacing worries made him cringe as he quickly turned away from Isobel.
I looked up to video to share the beautiful song with a friend. I HAD NO IDEA THE VIDEO WAS LIKE THIS. I NEED LIFE ALERT!!!!
What I really need is a plot based off this.
JUST WATCH THE VIDEO
[ Meet Me In Our Spot ] || Bjorn & Cass
theharpieoftroy:
Cass could feel the way things changed after she mentioned her grandmother. He wasn’t laughing anymore and Bjorn couldn’t hide that. She had screwed up somehow but she couldn’t figure out why. Maybe he knew what was going on, he knew why her father was treating her like she was made of glass and could explain it to her. She frowned as she watched him. That had to be it. He knew what was happening but didn’t know how to explain it all to her. “She was. I came back for the funeral but I had finals so I went back to school. It was just an animal. Sometimes she left the door open, she did it when I was younger. But my dad is acting like something wants to hurt me. He’s being ridiculous. It was an animal that hurt her and those don’t get a taste for a family and start to look for them.”
"Wow, I'm sorry about your Grandma Cass," that's what people said to one another when there was a death of a loved one.. Death made a lot of people uncomfortable.. Bjorn tried to reason with his guilt. His mind was clouded by the full moon that would raise in that nights sky. The golden colors that peeked through the tops of the trees told Bjorn that the sun would set soon. The realization that his friend was the 'mark' of his entire pack slammed into him. There wasn't much time to spare. He would have to shift to make it home in time. He walked to Cassandra, wrapping his arms around her in his usual 'good-bye hug' sort of way. " I have to run Cassie, I think I'm going to be late for my plans I had for tonight."
Not all love is gentle. Sometimes it’s gritty and dirty and possessive, sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all. Sometimes it feels like teeth.
Azra T (via queencersei)
Some Things to Remember While Writing
If It Works, It Works
Are you worried about whether it’s okay to write a book with only one character? Or if it’s possible to kill off the hero at the end? Or if you can create horse-dragon hybrid?
Look, if it works for your story, it works. You are a writer. A creator. You’re supposed to be creative and daring and you’re supposed to put your passion into these stories. If you can make something work, for your story, then it works.
There is an Audience for Everything
There is literally an audience for everything. If you really love your idea about undercover robot lesbian cops who work in a coffee shop on a space station that serves thousands of aliens each day, then someone else will probably love it too.
You Have No Obligation
You do not have to show your writing to anyone, especially your first draft.
You do not have to publish all of your stories online or elsewhere.
You do not have to change the ending of your story if a disgruntled fan wanted something else to happen.
Your Story Will Have Similarities
True originality no longer exists and the obsession with originality will prevent you from getting any writing done. It will make your writing suffer. Do not let the fear of not being original enough stop you from writing a great story. All stories have similarities to each other, even when they are vastly different.
This is okay. This is normal.
Your First Draft is the Written Version of “I’ll Fix it Later”
The first draft is where you are allowed to procrastinate on the details. If you write a scene that isn’t well organized or a major info dump, just tell yourself you’ll fix it later. The only thing you have to do in your first draft is finish it.
Later drafts are where you clean everything up by rewriting the entire story.
