A Somewhat Useful Masterpost For Writers

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

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‘Dunkirk’ Premiere in London - 7.13.2017

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Bully

“Hey loser.” I heard, I mentally groaned when I heard his voice. Niall Horan, notorious for being one of school’s biggest bullies. I can’t believe I used to be best friends with him. He’s changed, and for the worse. I was pinned against the lockers, one of his arms, gripping mine and the other against the locker next to me. His face centimeters away from mine, although overwhelmed with fear, I couldn’t help but somewhat admire his features. 

His thin pink lips, His dyed blonde hair with his brunette roots, styled into a quiff, his button nose, his sharp jawline and finally, those ocean blue eyes that can strike fear with one glance yet somehow, so mesmerizing and... well, beautiful. 

“You’re looking fat and ugly as usual.” He snarled. I looked down, paying attention to my feet, yet tempted to look back and get lost in his eyes. “What’s the use of talking to a lonely nobody anyway?” He asked, and harshly pushed me away. 

I sighed as he walked away. What happened to that sweet boy I used to love? What do I mean used to, I know that sweet, carefree, little boy I fell in love with is still there, I know I’m wrong, but I refuse to believe he’s changed, I still believe that my Nialler is still there, but there’s nothing I can do to bring him back.

I sighed, walking to my next class, my head held low and wrapping my arms around myself. He’s right, I am a lonely nobody, Niall was my only and best friend, now I’m just a piece of shit that no one wants. Sitting at the back and covering myself with a hoodie. Slowly pulling my sleeve down and delicately tracing the scars I’ve caused.

“Oh my god! How lame are you to do that?” One of the bitches in the school came up to me, quickly hiding my wrist. “You self harm? Oh my god that’s so stupid of you.” “You know she actually looks good with those cuts.” “She’s and expert at it.” People gathering around me. I pushed past everyone and ran to the bathroom, knocking people as I did. 

Rushing into a stall and locking myself in it and tears flowing down my cheeks and muffling the sobs with my hand. What felt like hours of crying I finally finished and left, washing my swollen face and seeing my bloodshot eyes. I’m a mess. I sighed. “You’ve always been ugly Mel, that’s not changing.” I whispered to myself. Walking out feeling light-headed. Seeing Niall walk up to me, “Melody.” He called. That was the last thing that I heard when everything went black. 

Slowly opening my eyes, annoyed by the bright lights, and my head was pounding. “Where am I?” I groaned as I slowly sat up seeing...Niall, holding my hand and sleeping on the side of the bed. ‘What is he doing here?’ I thought. He flinched and sat up. “You’re awake! Oh thank goodness, you fainted.” He said and sighed of relief, seeing my sleeve rolled up and I quickly pulled it away from him. “I already saw it. “ He said. “Well, go ahead, make fun of me for doing it.” I said. “No baby.” He cooed and sat on the bed. “Why not? You’ve ruined my life already by hurting me, you left me, you’ve caused me enough grief. So why don’t you just torture me like you’ve always done.” I said, tears pouring out of my eyes. He sighed, reaching for my hands. “Get off me!” I shouted, pulling back, trying to get out of his grip. Pulling me into my chest and holding me tightly, while I was hitting his chest with my fists. 

Still holding onto me tightly, while crying my eyes out. I gave up, I feel to weak. The next thing I knew I was hugging him so tight, gripping onto the back of his T-shirt, crying silently in his arms. I felt I could lose him again if I let go.  “I’ve missed you so much.” I sobbed. “I’ve missed you too.” He cooed. Finally I ran out of tears, he did small circles on my back to calm me down and pressing his lips to my head. 

“Why?” I asked, my voice cracked from so much crying. “The doctors said you lost too much blood and apparently mentally exhausted.” He explained. “No, why did you turn on me?” I asked. He sighed and pulled away slightly. “Mel, I never meant to hurt you, I was forced to or you’d get hurt by the other bullies, I did it to protect you, but I only made it worse didn’t I?” He asked. I looked down, fiddling with my hands to avoid the question. 

He lifted up my chin, meeting with those beautiful eyes of his again, now full of concern and sorrow. “Mel, listen to me, I know I’ve hurt you, you don’t know how painful that is, to hurt the person that you love the most. Words can’t explain how regretful I am for doing all of those actions, saying all of those words. I despise myself for pushing you causing bruises when I wanted to run up to you and hold you. The words I said felt like a spear went through my heart every time it came out of my mouth. Mel, the word sorry isn’t enough for me to apologize, but please, I want my best friend back, I want to be with the girl who stole my heart.” He confessed. 

I did smile slightly, I know he’s sincere. “Nialler.” I called softly, he grinned when I called him by his nickname. I took his hands. “Let’s take baby steps okay? I need to get used to it again, hmm?” I asked, giving him a weak smile. “Of course princess.” He said smiling from ear to ear. We hugged, I can finally be in his arms again. 

It’s crazy how 6 months have past, now we’re as close just like before. I was walking by the field, when I heard his voice. “Munchkin!” He shouted, I turned around and he was running up to me and scooped me into a massive hug, lifting me up. I squealed as he did. We pulled away slightly, Niall still lifting me up. “What in the world happened?” I asked, giggling at how cute he looked. 

“I got into the school’s football(soccer) team!” He said excitingly. “Oh my god! That’s amazing Nialler!” I said and hugged him. We pulled away slightly, pushed by some guys running by, and our lips connected briefly. Quickly pulling away and blushing. He set me down. 

“Well, that was an awkward first kiss.” I said. “Well, why don’t we have a proper first kiss?” He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist. My cheeks heating up. He leaned in and softly and passionately kissed me. I melted into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with his hair. I felt as time had stopped and it was only us in the entire world. Pulling away reluctantly and smiling at each other. 

“So, how was your first kiss?” He asked smiling from ear to ear and leaning his forehead on mine. I smiled. “Amazing.” I replied. “Well, you can enjoy more kisses if you agree to have a date with me this weekend...” He said with his cheeky smile. I giggled and tiptoed to kiss his cheek. “I’ll see you at 7 then.” I said and winked,pulling away and walking to my next class, looks like turned out well after all. 

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AN: Hi lovelies! Here is a new Niall Imagine and I hope you enjoy it! <3 (Hope it’s not too long) 

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snUGGLES

PoC Character Inspo on Pinterest

In response to this post I did some extra work filling out my character face claim boards on Pinterest and found there actually are a lot of good onsite pics. One just needs to search outside the primarily white & pretty “character inspiration” tag. 

Here are some safe search terms I’ve found useful so far:

poc character inspiration - woc character inspiration - character inspiration black/asian/latina - [insert ethnicity here] character inspiration - mixed race

indian character inspiration - native american character inspiration*

interracial character inspiration - poc couples - blaxican - blasian - 

#b(lack/Asian/white)m(an)a(sian/black/white)w(oman) couples** 

poc lgbt couples - fem black couples - [idk hard to search sfw lqbt pics] 

Cons

Pinterest searches are skewed toward photos of women, and what male photography can be found will generally fall into the “hot” category.

Searching “character inspiration” will always bring back only the most gorgeously Photoshopped human beings. 

Other keywords will likely bring back Instagram pics which aren’t very “story” like— especially if you’re writing a world sans smartphones.

If you search “[any race] girls” Pinterest will automatically show a disclaimer about their policy on nudity. Search for women not girls. 

Hispanic and Latino mean different things which confuses searches, and they apply to a variety of nationalities so be specific. 

Same goes for Asian, pick a nationality or be doomed with the skinny white girl equivalents of East Asia. Ain’t nuthin wrong wit skinny Asian/white girls, they’re just annoyingly prolific online.

BE VERY CAREFUL SEARCHING FOR LGBTQ IMAGERY. I was quick to clear my search history after finding content for this post. 

Hey, if Pinterest writers start tagging PoC inspo pins with relevant terms it will make them easier to find— plus, making your collection searchable may get you more followers. If anyone knows of any additional and exceptionally useful Pinterest keywords, please tell me. I’ll (gladly) test them out and add them to the list. 

Thanks @prideandpen, @lmartinezwrites, @boothewriter, @brynprocrastinates, and @ashleyddddd. I hope you find this useful. 

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*No worries, Pinterest search generally knows the difference between East Indian and American Indian.

**Search for specific interracial pairing i.e. bmaw, amww, ambw etc., but make sure to also type “couples.”

bonus:

Confessions

“Nialler.” I whined. “Give it back.” I said and tried to reach up for my laptop. “Nope.” He said simply with his cheeky smile. “Nialler, I need to do a paper, gimme!” I said, tiptoeing and trying to reach it. I hate being short sometimes. I sighed. “Pwease Nialler?” I asked, trying to be cute as possible. “No, not the puppy dog eyes.” He said. “Fine.” He gave up and gave me my laptop. “Yay! Thank you Nialler!” I said and quickly hugged him. “You are so lucky, you’re my best friend.” He said and messed up my hair. I squinted one eye. I was writing while he was spread out on the couch. “What’s that for?” He asked, leaning his head on my shoulder. ‘Creative writing.” I replied. 

He was walking around the place, while I was stuck on my paper. “I’m bored!” He whined for the 100th time. I sighed. I looked at him and he was pouting. I shook my head with a smirk. “I know Nialler.” I said. “Well let’s do something then!” He whined. I looked over and he was sat next to me, giving my puppy dog eyes and pouting. I sighed. I get lost in those beautiful blue eyes of his, and how do you resit someone this cute. “Nialler, you know this is important for me.” I said, trying to be cute as possible. 

He sighed and leaned his head on my shoulder. “Fine.” He said. I laughed at how cute and childish he is. “Thank you leprechaun.” I said and messed up his hair. I was halfway through my paper and Niall was being oddly quiet. I looked over, seeing him look bored out of his mind. I smiled, I love him, so much more than a friend. “Munchkin.” He said looking up at me. “Yeah?” I asked, absolutely mesmerized in his beautiful blue eyes. 

He sat up properly and I snapped out of my trance and blushed. He grinned and set my laptop on the coffee table. “Can I confess something?” He asked. “Of course you can.” I replied. He sighed and held my face with one hand, making me tense and blush. He smiled at me. “I love you, so much more than a best friend, I was such a coward not telling you earlier when I had so many chances. I love you, and I know you just think of me as a friend but-” 

“I love you too.” I cut him off. “You do?” He asked, shocked. I smiled and put my hand on top of his. “I do, a lot.” I added. He smiled so brightly. “Well munchkin, may I have the honor of taking you on a date this weekend?” He asked standing up and bowing. I laughed and got up and curtsyed, “You may kind sir.” I replied. We laughed and He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. This is like a dream come true. 

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AN: Sorry if it was really long, hoped you enjoyed it! -Yas xx

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Prompts:

Affection

Anger

Angst

Anguish

Annoyance

Anticipation

Anxiety

Apathy

Arousal

Awe

Boredom

Confidence

Contempt

Contentment

Courage

Curiosity

Depression

Desire

Despair

Disappointment

Disgust

Distrust

Ecstasy

Embarrassment

Empathy

Enthusiasm

Envy

Euphoria

Fear

Frustration

Gratitude

Grief

Guilt

Happiness

Hatred

Hope

Horror

Hostility

Humiliation

Interest

Jealousy

Joy

Loneliness

Love (avoid this one)

Lust

Outrage

Panic

Passion

Pity

Pleasure

Pride

Rage

Regret

Remorse

Resentment

Sadness

Saudade

Schadenfreude

Self-confidence

Shame

Shock

Shyness

Sorrow

Suffering

Surprise

Trust

Wonder

Worry

SPN Hiatus Creations | Week Twenty ↳ season 13 promos

#freepalestine #fromtherivertothesea #fromtherivertotheseapalestinewillbefree

im noticing that for a lot of americans “free palestine” has been an ideological motto and symbol rather than them actually believing in their heart that freedom is attainable and necessary