magicianmew:

oddsboy:

son-of-drogo:

littlemissonewhoisall:

coolclaytony:

favinatriceneea:

paintmeahero:

forthegothicheroine:

Villains in Addams Family movies go to really unnecessary lengths to defraud them of the family fortune. These people just give it away on whims all the time. If I just walked into the house and started wearing their clothes and spending their money, they wold start introducing me as Cousin Intruder and forget there was ever a time I didn’t live with them.

Gomez in particular would enjoy your boldness, Cousin Intruder.

Oh shit.

The Addams family loves and greets every person entering one of their homes.

The Addams family adopted or married every person wishing to stay.

This is why the Addams family is full of freaks.

Of course.

So what we’re saying is, tracing the Addams’ geneology is damn near impossible and it’s just as likely that no living member of the family is actually a blood relative of the people who originally held the family name?

What I’m hearing is that Batman is actually an Addams. 

He most certainly is

I mean, considering if you look at it in the light of a different story, the near (actual, factual) homicidal level of bond and love the Addams have for each other, the idea that they’re all adopted, the way that Bruce is often portrayed as a bit of an aloof, smarmy smarm in private, the possibility that young Bruce might not be wholly appreciative of his extended family’s eccentricities, of which his parents are the mildest of the bunch, the idea that those two parents are (distantly) Addams’ and get gunned down, well.

[Gomez]: I came, I came as soon as I heard

[Bruce]: I…I told you never to come back, I said, I said you were weird

[Gomez]: Please, my boy, to compliment me when you are so wracked with grief. *clutching hug* Dear Thomas, dear Martha, so full of life…

[Bruce]: *extricating* They….they fell in front of me…while he laughed…with mother’s pearls…

[Gomez]: The fiend! This dishonor cannot stand!

[Bruce]: And I felt….I felt it well up inside me, a black blood welling up…

[Gomez]: Yes, dear boy…

[Bruce]: I….will be vengeance….

[Gomez]: Yes….

[Bruce]: I…I will be the night!

[Gomez]: Yes!

[Bruce]: I….I am an Addams!

[Gomez]: YES!

[Bruce]: I. AM. BATMAN. *lightning, thunder*

[Gomez]: YES, YES!!! My boy, the rivers will run red with wonderful blood!

[Alfred]: *sigh* I’ll put the tea on and grab the foils then, shall I, sirs?

I AM DECLARING THIS CANON.

bexminx:

adorhauer:

This, in a nutshell, is what I did to get a book with my name on it.

NOTE: This is just my personal way of making the words go. Other people have different ways to make their words go. In the world of words, there are no right answers. There’s just lots and lots of tea/coffee/tear stains.

1). The Idea

When I get an idea for a story, I open up a document, label it “Brainstorming,” and start making a bullet list of events that consist of the plot.

It has to be an idea with tangible weight. A stray bit of dialogue or something vague like Halloween, that doesn’t give me much to work off of. Halloween creatures living on the same street where it’s Autumn every day- now that’s something I can build from.

What kinds of creatures are they? What do they do? What do their houses look like? The best ideas are the ones that spark more.

2). First Draft

This is the easy part- and the most challenging. Easy, because there’s literally no bar. I just sat there and typed. But it’s a huge mental challenge.

When I was in first draft mode, I wanted that story out. I thought that by making it such a rough, far-away version from the concept in my head, I was only delaying the day where I’d hold it in my hands. Turns out, that’s what got it to take on physical form in the first place. So I quieted down, grabbed my laptop and some hot tea, and typed.

3). Dissecting the First Draft

After I finished draft one, I printed it all off and highlighted the scant amounts that were passable for the next phase. Dialogue, descriptions, setting- anything that didn’t look like it was up to par was scratched out and omitted.

I call the above pictures A Slow Descent Into Madness.

4). The Second Draft

On a fresh document, I rewrote the story altogether- and it make a difference. I was coming up with things I hadn’t even thought of previously. And it was surprising how much better the plot was than the first time around. But it was still rough.

5). Draft Three

My method was to start with the bigger, more obvious issues and work my way down. Any plot holes I found were noted, and my outline was constantly under revision. I cut out entire scenes and made mental notes on ways they could be fixed/replaced.

This is where I started cutting chapters in half to make the story flow better- but I didn’t bother writing in usable chapter titles. Instead, I improvised:

6). Drafts Four and Five

These were dedicated to correcting the smaller, less obvious plot holes. This was the point where the story finally started to look close to what would become the final version.

7). Drafts Seven Onward

With the story line looking how I wanted, I then moved on to sentence structure. That one song that looked terrible? Rewritten. Over-the-top descriptions and excessive prose? Gone.

8). Editing and Proofing

This is where I had outside help. Besides this useful tool, I had two people check for spelling issues and the overall story. Once it was in decent shape to be made public, I asked for some additional help.

9). Betas

My betas were in the age range that my novel was geared toward, along with a couple of teachers and parents (as it was middle grade). I gave them the full manuscript, along with seven basic questions like “Which characters were your favorite/least favorite and why?” and “Was there a part of the story that didn’t make sense?”

I gave my betas three months to read a 42,590 word story, and by the end they gave me back the review sheets.

10). Final Adjustments

After I read over the reviews, I let the comments sit for three days so that I could proceed with a clear head. I smoothed out any flaws, scanned over the MS twice to make sure everything was right, and that is how I got to the end of writing my first novel.

Next comes publishing- which is a different beast entirely.

For future reference. Wow, what a comprehensive post.

freshly-picked-pineapples:

For a cat so small, Balerion is wild. He bites Lady Ashara when she tries to take him from Rhaenys’s when it is time for bed. He scratches Uncle Viserys whenever the opportunity presents itself and makes him cry. He bites a tiny mouthful off Ser Gregor’s calf, cloth and all, leaves claw marks down Father’s best riding leathers, nips at the corners of Rhaenys’s song books and makes little holes in her best clothes faster than the ladies can repair them. He loves to pounce on her septa’s head and make her run from the room in fright, knocks over everything he can, and claw at anything that offends him by moving. “What a fright,” everyone would shake their heads and say, “What a little devil.”

“He is my dragon,” Rhaenys likes to tell anyone who would listen, “when I am big and he is ‘uge, I’ll ride on his back and wave to every’un.” 

“He is not a dragon you idiot,” Viserys would sneer at her whenever he heard her saying that. Rhaenys, in turn, would stick her nose in the air and huff. “You don’t know what a dragon looks like,” she would say, “You’ve ne’er seen one.” Except she couldn’t say her ‘r’s very well yet, and ended up saying ‘dwagon’ every time, which would make Viserys and laugh meanly and say “dwagon! Did you here? The pwincess has a dwagon!” Then, Balerion would leap from her arms and either bite or claw her young uncle, sending him away in a fit of tears.

Late at night, when Rhaenys can’t sleep, Balerion sits on her stomach, ears picked forwards, and she tells him about Father, how he had to leave to protect the Realm, how he is right now wearing his shiny dragon armor and marching against their enemies. Then, when her voice wobbles and tears start prickling at the corners of her eyes because talking about father makes her miss him terribly, Balerion would curl up at her side, his head tucked under her chin. Sometimes, when baby Aegon won’t stop crying and Septa is too busy to come and sit with her, Balerion would read her books with her, singing in his cat voice in the language of cats.

Rhaenys is glad when they leave home. “Maybe Father is there!” she tells Mother, clapping her hands in excitement. “Not yet, sweetling,” Mother says, “he is in the Riverlands.” But it doesn’t dampen her excitement. They are going to the Red Keep, where all the Dragon skulls are, and she cannot wait to show Balerion his namesake. 

“I’ll show you, Balerion,” she pats him on the head, holding him close to her heart, watching as Dragonstone disappears into the waves. “I’ll show you all the great Dragons and Father! Father will come back and see how big you are now.”

apathetic-revenant:

penny-anna:

telltalelily:

61below:

penny-anna:

Bilbo was declared dead while he was away in the Hobbit (and had to do a bunch of paperwork to get declared alive again) but there’s no indication he was formally declared dead after leaving the Shire, even though most people assumed he had died.

Therefore I posit: having a missing person declared dead in the Shire requires the consent of their next of kin. Whoever Bilbo’s next of kin was at the time of the Hobbit (possibly Otho? I’m not sure) had him declared dead at the first opportunity but Frodo refused to ever do it.

Frodo had anxious hobbit bureaucrats knocking on his door every couple of years like ‘Mr Baggins… blease… it’s been 10 years… he was eleventy-one… can we fill out his death certificate yet’ and Frodo was like ‘absolutely not’.

Early on he genuinely couldn’t bring himself too but after a while it was more that he enjoyed irritating the local magistrate’s office than anything else.

I raise you: the hobbitish bureaucracy has no means to re-declare someone dead. They had no precedent to declare someone who was once-dead dead again. They would need the Thain, the Mayor, and the Master of Buckland to agree to changing the statute, and since the Thain and the Master are too amused by the whole henclucking that they haven’t gotten round to it just yet.

I’m upping the stakes with: last time Bilbo was declared dead when he was, in fact, not dead, they removed the law stating that you can have someone declared dead without a body, so when Bilbo left (happily aware of this legal loophole and snickering) he could never become legally dead again.

I am loving the implication here that Bilbo can literally never die in the eyes of the law. He’d love that.

a hobbit parent telling their kids the story of Mad Baggins and being like “thanks to a loophole in hobbit law he’s technically still alive today”

a hobbit child misinterprets this and lies awake at night worrying that Mad Baggins is still out there and will appear in their room without warning 

smoldragonborn:

trashcanofobsessions:

monsterhiqh:

sniper-fox:

beachgothgay:

Weird how opening spotify in a web browser with a decent ad blocker allows you to skip ads just like would happen if you had premium. Sure hope no one takes advantage of that.

Sure hope nobody modifies the hosts file in C:\Windows\system32\drivers\etc to block Spotify ads in the app…

PSST! HERE’S A TUTORIAL ON HOW TO BLOCK SPOTIFY ON WINDOWS!

aw man I sure hope nobody learns to do that

that’s so messed up that people would do that

in fact, let’s spread it everywhere so everyone knows not to do that

and everyone knows exactly what to do so that they don’t do that

foolproof plan

@1000diodesinatrenchcoat

glumshoe:

pinkprogram:

glumshoe:

glumshoe:

Why do the different peoples of Middle Earth fight each other instead of bonding over their one shared value: building dangerous architecture without handrails?

Like. Come on. Architects in Middle Earth are, irregardless of species, impractical bastards with murder in their hearts. 

The shire has no part in that ^_^ 

new OC is a Hobbit who tours Middle Earth introducing OSHA regulations to the various peoples

Orcs are like, “…hey uh so we were definitely planning to eat you, but… go on… we want to hear more about these ‘hand rails’ you speak of…”

imacrazedfangirl:

roughhewnends:

rip-n-tear:

hidden-suggestion:

ged-gedward:

when u scratch a cat’s chin and they lift their head up reblog if u agree

when u scratch a cat’s cheek and they lean their head into ur hand reblog if u agree

when u put your hand in front of your cat’s face and they gently headbut u reblog if u agree

when ur cat runs just a lil bit faster to get to u reblog if u agree

cats reblog if u agree