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last man standing challenge 2020

 are you trying to write during quarantine but can’t seem to get motivated? do you like friendly competition, active discord servers with fun bots, and a reason to write every day?

well, then, welcome to the last man standing challenge!

how does this work? wtf even is this?

simple! starting on may 10th, you write 500 words a day, until you give up, or fail to write that much. the competition continues indefinitely, until there’s only one person left writing. that’s it!

seriously? that seems almost too simple.

nope, that’s it! 

so i can write anything for this?

here’s what qualifies and what doesn’t:

YOU CAN WRITE:

fanfic

original fiction

original nonfiction (cannot be assigned for school)

essays (cannot be assigned for school)

YOU CAN’T WRITE:

anything that was assigned schoolwork BESIDES assigned creative writing

everyday writing (shopping lists, emails, snail mail)

work related writing 

how do you know that i’ve written the required amount every day? and do i have to post my writing anywhere?

we’re on the honours system here, all you have to do is tell me that you wrote! in our server, we’ll have a channel just for saying ‘hey, i wrote!’ if you’re not in the server, just dm me on tumblr to say ‘hey, i wrote!’ 

as for posting, you’re encouraged to post on here or on ao3, depending on what you write, but it’s not at all required. if you post, please mention @bmc-gift-exchange so I can see your post! 

this sounds great! how do i sign up?

right here! it’s a super simple signup form, and once you sign up you’ll be sent the discord server link, it’s that easy!

make sure you reblog when you sign up, and tell your friends, so we can have as many people as possible!

any questions? send an ask or dm me! 

Guys! This is NOT a Training Alert!

I really love Chapter 287 because here we learn a lot about the nature of the «All for One» and «One for All» Quirks. And this is Afo's real lecture on quirks.

But something haunted me.

1. Afo loves to talk. Especially about quirks. He is fascinated by them. And he can talk about it for hours.

In this chapter, he talked a lot about the nature of his quirk. How the donor's quirk affects the recipient.

It was emotional. There was admiration here.

But who were his listeners? Kosei_Nana (remnant of the 7th predecessor), Tomura and ... Izuku.

Nana and Tomura looked at each other, stunned. And all their attention was focused on each other. Nana just wanted to drive Afo away, wanted to know about Kotaro's son - so she waited for Afo to finish his lecture.

Tomura wanted to get rid of Afo’s influence. Tomura wanted to destroy One for All. And he wanted to destroy what caused his father to be a disgusting parent.

Neither Nana nor Tomura cared about this lecture on quirks.

But only one of those present was definitely interested. Midoriya Izuku. Izuku who likes quirks. Who is fascinated by quirks. Who can talk about quirks for hours.

The lecture was for Him.

2. The lecture was interesting. Especially when Afo started talking about his quirk, his ability to directly interact with quirks. AND...

He says "僕 の 血 縁 ..." (boku no ketsuen ...) - "my blood relatives ...". And then he talks about his little brother's quirk.

However! At that moment, he "...", as if interrupting himself so as not to say too much. Do you know why?

Because "僕 の 血 縁 ..." is plural.

I specifically asked my Japanese friend for advice about this phrase. And he confirmed it was plural.

Here we are talking about the family. Which is in the present tense. And Afo almost let it slip.

______

Guys, Dad For One is real. This is canon. Afo almost let it slip himself.

THE HORSE HAS LEFT THE HOSPITAL

This is Beauty 😳

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau photographed by Claudia Revidat

Goddess («Богиня»)

Zim is ready to make fish sticks with that siren!! and it also made me think, What if Zim can see the cryptid's for what they really are and that being dangerous monsters because he himself is a cryptid. but to Dib he sees them how humans say they are like the siren is a beautiful woman.

You pretty much hit the mark for this :)

It’s actually been hinted at very subtlety in the previous stuff and will be something brought up later, but here’s the most obvious tidbits:

(From TTHSYS)

(From FR)

and Siren stuff:

Zim has a different reaction to paranormal stuff because he’s not human, varying in severity and specifics. He can see/detect things that Dib cannot, which can both make him semi-vulnerable yet a very useful weapon ally verses the type of cryptids they encounter. 

Although, Zim knows little to nothing about Earth’s cryptid stuff verses Dib, who’s devoted pretty much his entire adolescence to studying the paranormal. But just because someone is aware of what they’re going up against doesn’t make them immune to it, or the powers that the cryptid may have unless precautions are taken. (and lets face it, Dib gets pretty excited in the face of paranormal evidence anyways)

Basically: anything paranormal ever *exists*

Just a thought.. I think “My time” (oyasumi oyasumi, close your eyes and you’ll leave this dream) is perfect for Steven Universe. Just a thought. Just a thought.

Dead Friend AU

Where Danny dies and to cope Sam and Tucker make an ongoing story of if he turned half ghost instead while also trying to overcome the grief and trauma

Each ‘episode’ is based on a real event and how if Danny were still there he would fix it (jhonny 13 is just a jerky guy jazz dates, vlad is a friend of the fenton family trying to help them move on from Danny’s death, the box ghost is just a silly idea Tucker had at three in the morning and it was the first time since the accident he and Sam laughed that hard).

Phantom planet happens when Tucker and Sam know they need to move on, even though they still resist it (as seen in how they are angry with Danny in the episode) but decide to give Danny the best cheesiest sappiest ending they can think of.

Glam(Noticing a plate of brownies out on the table, taking a bite out of one, and then pulling a face): Okay, I say this as your friend- you can't cook for shit.

Ches(Amused, and not bothering to look up from the other side of the kitchen where he's restringing his guitar for the third time in a month): Ouch.

Glam(Continuing with the brownie in an effort to be supportive, grimacing): You have many skills. Cooking just isn't one of them.

Ches: Big talk for a guy who's first time using a stove was at age 17.

Glam: And yet SOMEHOW-

Ches: What brought that on, anywa-

[He glances over, sees what Glam is eating, and freezes]

Glam(Not seeming to notice): This tastes like GRASS. I mean that, this really does taste- did you drop these outside or something? What did you do to make it taste like-

Ches: How many of those have you had?

Glam: One? Sorry, there was no physical way to stomach more than that.

Ches(Nodding, mostly to himself): Okay. Okay, that's- probably fine, we can work with that. First timer, so his tolerance'll be shit, but other than that... Uh, don't- don't eat any more of those.

Glam(Dryly): Won't be a problem.

Ches: Well at least one thing won't. Uh... how are you feeling?

Glam: ....like I just ate a brownie that was dropped in the dirt. Are you all right? You're acting weird.

Ches(Muttering to himself): I won't be the only one in a minute.

Glam: What?

Ches(Setting the guitar aside and steepling his fingers in front of himself): Okay! So, uh... in the interest of transparency- none of those brownies have been on the floor. I know they taste weird, but there's no grass in them either, just, uh...

Glam(Narrowing his eyes suspiciously): Just WHAT?

Ches(Sheepishly): Y'know... hash.

[Glam takes a minute to mentally sort through the new words he's learned since meeting Ches, suddenly remembers what that one means, and immediately starts gagging, eyes huge]

Ches(Scrambling over to him): WH- don't puke it back up, that shit was EXPENSIVE!

Glam(Spluttering in panicked horror): YOU PUT MARIJUANA-

Ches(Frantically shushing him, glancing at the window): Keep your fucking voice down!

Glam: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Ches: Well, Jesus, dude, if you hadn't gone around just eating things left out on the table-

Glam: Illegal. That's ILLEGAL, you do realize that-

Ches: Hey, hey, hey, calm down man! Just- take it down a notch there. Deep breaths, breathe with me-

Glam: I can't believe this is how I die. I can't believe *this* is what I'm going to get sent to prison for.

Ches(Rolling his eyes with enough force for a lesser man's eyeballs to eject themselves from their sockets): You're not going to prison-

Glam(Hissing at him): ILLEGAL, REMEMBER?

Ches(Putting a hand over Glam's mouth): What did I say about keeping your fucking voice down?! You want the whole neighborhood to hear? Now calm the fuck down. You're not gonna die. Nobody dies from pot. You're also not going to prison, first of all because the cops don't need to know about any of this, and secondly, even if they DID, drugs aren't illegal when you put them into food. Everyone knows that.

Glam(Muffled by Ches's hand, squinting at him in disbelief): WHAT?

Ches: It's in the law, and probably most bibles.

Glam: ...congratulations. You remember how yesterday you told me that you couldn't find a Spanish translation for the word 'enchilada' and I told you that was the dumbest thing I'd ever heard? You have officially out-dumbed yourself. THIS IS THE NEW DUMBEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD.

And now, I need to know is this real love Or is it just madness keeping us afloat?