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So, I am planning on make a replica of Loki's helmet from "The Avengers" to wear. For those of you who will say it, I do understand it will be a lot of work and I am willing to put the time and effort into it.

My dilemma at this point is what material to use to make it. At first, I had planned on using some sort of modeling clay. But, I realized that making it out of that would be too heavy to wear on my head. So, I also thought about paper mache. But, that would also be a bit heavy and I would never be able to sculpt that the way I would like.

What I'm looking for is something that is light, but durable. I need to be able to manipulate and sculpt it easily, and it would be nice if it didn't dry immediately. It needs to dry hard but not brittle (I do understand that most materials will be breakable, but I don't want something that will fall apart if someone touches it). It needs to be able to sustain some abuse. What would you suggest using?

For those of you who, for whatever reason, have no idea what Loki's helmet from "The Avengers" looks like, here are a few pictures. Keep in mind that Loki/Tom Hiddleston is 6'2", making the helmet around 1 foot tall. Considering I am shorter that him, mine would be around 10 inches tall.

http://www.rancidrainbow.com/freakshow/wp-content/...

http://spinoff.comicbookresources.com/wp-content/u...

http://ironheadstudio.com/wp-content/uploads/Aveng...

Any help would be appreciated and welcome!

Thanks in advance!

Recently, I was online and found a comic arc in which Loki dies and is later reincarnated as "Kid Loki". I became interested in the story and decided I wanted to read it. But, as I looked around the internet, I couldn't figure out where to start and which books to read. I want to read the "Siege" story line ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loki_(comics)#Siege ) in which Loki is involved and then the whole "Kid Loki" story line.

I know there are MANY different collections under Siege, so my first question is which ones should I read to get the story line I'm wanting to read (mainly that which involves Loki leading up to and including his death)?

After that, I'd like to know which Thor comics in which Loki "comes back" as a kid and which books that story progresses through. ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loki_(comics)#Reincar... ; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loki_(comics)#Journey... )

I also want to read about when he joins the Young Avengers, though I don't think much of that arc is out yet.

I know this is a lot, but any help would be greatly appreciated. I would love a list and order of which books to read, and I would will be happy with collections of books or individual books.

Thanks for any help you can give!

When writing a book, is it okay to include things like band (concert band or marching band) in my writing? The only reason I ask this is that I know not everyone is familiar with band, but, if I explain things enough, would it be okay? I mean, I wouldn't go into specifics (Example of what I WOULDN'T do: The big sixteenth note run was next.). I would just do the basics (Example of what I would do: My fingers flew over the clarinet's keys.).

Also, when I would write about marching band, where we perform at football games, it would be the same thing, just saying the basics.

Now, band isn't the whole plot line of the book. It would just be a little thing in that adds to the storyline. It COULD be taken out if I have to, but I think the story would be better with it in.

So, I guess to sum up my question...

Is it okay to have the main character be in band, and have some of the things associated with band in the story, as long as I describe it?

Please and thank you! :)

A little background information about my story:

The story switches between two POV (the girl's POV and the boy's POV) every chapter. As in, it is the girl's POV in the odd chapters and the boy's POV in the even chapters.

I am using first person, present tense.

So, in the prologue, I was thinking to switch it to third person, past tense. I want to do this because the prologue is like a "flashback" from the girl's past. So, I thought it would be cool to switch it up a bit. But, I wasn't sure if it would be too confusing for the reader.

So, my question is, would it be too confusing to do this? Any input would be appreciated.

So, I'm writing a book (of course I am. That's the only thing people post in this section for!) and I have a quick question.

Is it too confusing to have the prologue and epilogue of a book in third person while the rest of the book is in first person that alternates from two point of views every chapter? (Try saying that in one breath! =) )

So, in my story, the MC fractured her ankle, but she didn't know it. She limped for a while and had to use crutches for a while. Then, a while later, when her ankle is close to healed, the following scene happens. She basically fractures her ankle again, but it's so bad this time that she can't even walk. But I feel like it doesn't really flow right, and that it doesn't really describe it well. So, could you please give me some input. I welcome all criticism and any advice.

I've never broken or fractured a bone before (knocks on wood :] ) so I don't know what it feels like. Any help would be appreciated! :)

I don’t know what possesses me to do it, maybe frustration, but I pull my foot back and slam it into the center of the door. I bite down on my bottom lip hard to suppress the scream about to escape my lips when intense pain shoots up my right leg. Trying to ignore the horrible pain in my ankle, I take in a shaky breath. I turn away from the door and try to take a step to the center of the room. But almost as soon as my right foot touches the ground, I crumple to the floor, my right ankle unable to support any weight.

Well, in my novel, I was wondering if I could use a quote I found on the internet in the beginning, before the prologue, like where the "I'd like to thank <my mom> for making this possible." is. The quote is:

"Secrets. That is what this world comes down to, does it not? Every living person, young or old, has at least one secret. Things they didn't do when they should have, things they shouldn't have done at all. Things they know or are part of, that nobody else knows about. We all have our secrets. The hardest part about it all, is figuring out who knows about them, who you can tell. But even more so, keeping the secrets from the people that you love."

Embry Call, 2011.

I found this quote on the internet (isn't it from Twilight?) and it has been a huge inspiration for my storyline. So, can I put it in the beginning, or do I have to get permission from the person who said it? Let's say I am going to try to publish my novel... :)

So, in my book, my MC kisses her boyfriend, who she has been going out with for a few years (they are sophomores in high school). Now, in my book (it is the first book), they kiss for the first time in Chapter 9. Is it a bad idea to have their first kiss this soon, considering the book will have around 25 chapters? Should I add a little more before that, or is it okay?

So, I read somewhere that if you want to publish a book, publishers will check and make sure none of your story is online. It said that if they find any of it online, they won't publish your book. Well... I put a few of my chapters on here for opinions on stuff before I read that information. Now that I read it, I'm afraid I'll never get this book published now because I screwed up. Is it true that if they find it online, publishers won't publish your book? If it is, is there a way to delete resolved Yahoo! Answers questions? Please tell me the truth, and not a lie just for points. I'm really feeling depressed right now because I've worked on this book for a long time... And I think it's really good...

Please help me out!

Second time I posted this, please help me out! :)

So, the character thinks he's dying and that he's reliving his memories (his first kiss with his girl friend). This is him reliving the kiss, but changing the memory (he only kisses her once in real life). Let me know what you think.

Background info: He was abducted, his arm got shot, he passed out as someone dug the bullet out of his arm. He wakes up, he thinks it's real life, but it's a dream. This is a little later in the dream. Kacey is his girlfriend. The other me: he had been watching the memory, but then he somehow became a part of the memory.

I open my eyes to Kacey in front of me. A strength seeps into my body and my arm doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s like I’ve traded places with the other me. Is this my last time being with her? Am I really dead? I don’t even want to think like that.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close, pressing my lips to hers. She runs her hands up my back, pressing us together even more. For once, I feel like there is nothing between us. No secrets, no lies. Space between us being a thing of the past. I pull back a little, drinking in her scent. It’s sort of flowery. I smile, my lips almost against hers. If I have to spend my last minutes with someone, I want it to be with her. I press my lips to hers again, a bit more aggressively. It hits me that I’m desperate. Desperate to keep her with me. For her to never leave my side. I press deeper into the kiss, our lips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. But something feels off. It’s not my Kacey. She looks like her, but she’s just not her.

I step back, out of her arms, out of her grasp. What if I’m not dead, but dreaming? I figure it’s worth a shot. If only I could figure out how to wake myself up. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, hoping I’ll be back in the room when I open them. But do I really want to go back? Back to the pain, the loneliness? Back to my Kacey.

I will wake up.

So, the character thinks he's dying and that he's reliving his memories (his first kiss with his girl friend). This is him reliving the kiss, but changing the memory (he only kisses her once in real life). Let me know what you think.

Background info: He was abducted, his arm got shot, he passed out as someone dug the bullet out of his arm. He wakes up, he thinks it's real life, but it's a dream. This is a little later in the dream. Kacey is his girlfriend. The other me: he had been watching the memory, but then he somehow became a part of the memory.

I open my eyes to Kacey in front of me. A strength seeps into my body and my arm doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s like I’ve traded places with the other me. Is this my last time being with her? Am I really dead? I don’t even want to think like that.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close, pressing my lips to hers. She runs her hands up my back, pressing us together even more. For once, I feel like there is nothing between us. No secrets, no lies. Space between us being a thing of the past. I pull back a little, drinking in her scent. It’s sort of flowery. I smile, my lips almost against hers. If I have to spend my last minutes with someone, I want it to be with her. I press my lips to hers again, a bit more aggressively. It hits me that I’m desperate. Desperate to keep her with me. For her to never leave my side. I press deeper into the kiss, our lips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. But something feels off. It’s not my Kacey. She looks like her, but she’s just not her.

I step back, out of her arms, out of her grasp. What if I’m not dead, but dreaming? I figure it’s worth a shot. If only I could figure out how to wake myself up. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, hoping I’ll be back in the room when I open them. But do I really want to go back? Back to the pain, the loneliness? Back to my Kacey.

I will wake up.

So, I'm writing a novel. It is from the point of view of a girl (Kacey) and a boy (Travis) (both sophomores), with the point of view alternating every chapter. So, I want to kill Kacey, but she doesn't really die (if that makes sense), but I'll leave the reader thinking she's dead. In the next chapter (Travis's POV), he will be at her funeral (Kacey and Travis have been in a serious relationship for years, and he truly loves her, not like the "young love" that isn't true). She will pull him aside. He'll freak out, saying she's alive (she changed her appearance a bit, like dying her hair, glasses, the like) and that they need to tell everyone. But she won't let him, saying that it is better that everyone thinks she's dead. She needs to get out of the town to keep the people safe (person who killed her threatened to kill other people to get to her, and would actually do it). He doesn't want her to go, but he understands that she needs to leave. Blah, blah, blah... So then, there would be an epilogue. Travis is in college, and Kacey comes back at end.

So, I was wondering if people like an ending like that. I read on here once that people hate it when someone brings back a "dead" character. But in my story (really don't want to give away too many details about my whole plot, for fear of people stealing it), it would make sense because Kacey died before when she was young (her parents were killed by same man who kills her second time). I don't feel like explaining how she lives both times...

But, back on topic now... :) What would you think of an ending like that?

So, in my story (this isn't the whole story, just a little part of it), a girl falls off of a rolling desk chair and, as she falls, her right leg hits the chair really hard. Now, I don't want her to break or fracture her leg, I just want it to where she is limping for a few days. So, I know the leg would be bruised, but what would make it to where it is hard for her to walk. I don't think you can pull/strain a muscle by hitting your leg, right?

It needs to be able to be healed, but it would be nice if it can't heal completely, as in even after it heals, she still limps ever so slightly. If it helps more, she has no access to a hospital or medical facility, so you could even take that into account.

If there is nothing except for a broken/fractured bone that could do those things to a person, could someone still do things (like go to school, per say) with a broken/fractured leg? I know it would be horrible pain, and she would probably limp really badly, but would that work like that? Could she still walk a few days later, even though it is still fractured (probably not broken)?

Any input would be helpful.

"You know you can talk to me about anything," he says, caressing my cheek in his hand. I look up at him, and he wipes a tear from my cheek with his thumb. I have to tell him. He continues to idly brush my cheek with his thumb, his eyes searching mine for something, but I don't know what. I realize that there are inches between us.

I glance down. What if he tries to kiss me? I can't get that close to someone. It's too dangerous. When I look up at him, my thoughts disappear. His eyes hold mine, and for the first time that I can remember, I feel completely helpless.

"I worry about you," he whispers, his face moving closer to mine. "All the time." His lips are a fraction of an inch from mine. I feel butterflies in my stomach, and my hand starts to shake a little bit. I stand up and walk to the center of the family room, hopelessly nervous. I hear him get up and walk up behind me. I turn around to meet his calm eyes. I find myself getting lost in them all over again.

"You don't need to," I say, but it comes out as more of a whisper. "I can take care of myself." The corners of his mouth turn up in a smile. He gently touches my face with his fingertips, and then gently tilts my chin up.

"I know that," he whispers softly. He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. I feel my heart speed up, and I worry he can hear my heartbeat. He presses his mouth to mine, guiding me into him with his hand. I tense, unsure of myself. When he pulls away, I expect to see disappointment on his face, but instead, he smiles, and uses his arm to pull me into him, closing the gap between us to nothing. He moves his right hand across my shoulder and keeps it there. He kisses me again, more firmly this time. I kiss him back, and, moving my hands up his back, pull him close to me. Nothing has ever felt so strange, yet so natural. He takes his lips from mine and presses his forehead to mine, his lips so close to mine that the slightest movement could bring them together again. But they don’t touch again. He moves his arms to around my waist and interlocks his fingers behind me. His forehead moves back from mine.

I open my eyes and find him looking at me. He looks perplexed. Oh no. I did something wrong. I just know it. Then, he smiles ever so slightly, and leans over and lightly kisses my forehead. I relax and lean up against him, the side of my head on his shoulder, my fingers absently tracing the muscles on his back. I can't tell him. Not now. But, I do know that, for the first time, I feel safe, wrapped up in his arms.

So, in it, I'm doing a kissing scene between a girl and her boyfriend (girl's POV). Now, I've never kissed anyone, so I don't know what it's like and how to describe it (I guess how you would say it...). Here's what I have...

"I know that," he whispers softly. He gently presses his lips to mine, our lips fitting like two puzzle pieces. My eyes close, and his hand moves to the back of my neck. A warm feeling spreads through my chest like a growing wildfire, and I swear I feel my heart stop in my chest. I wish for this moment to never end. But, it does, and he slowly pulls away from me.

Help me out. I know it probably stinks, so could you please help me out? Any advice would be appreciated (unless it's "Don't do a kissing scene", because it's actually necessary in the book). Best answer gets 10 points, and I'll answer your questions! :)

The rain is coming down in a blinding sheet as I stagger down the sidewalk. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a decent meal or a bed to sleep in. My tattered clothes are soaked through, and they cling to my body. When a strong, cold wind blows down the street, I begin shivering all over again.

The main road I find myself on is dark and lifeless, not a single person on the street or sidewalk. The buildings on all sides of me that never surpass five stories tall all seem lifeless too. The traffic light up ahead continuously cycles from green to yellow to red, shedding a bit of light on the barren street. There are no distinguishing features in this city, so I’m not quite sure where I am. But something feels… right about it.

I turn off of the main road and walk down a little side street, trying to find a place to sleep through the night. Anywhere dry would be nice. I stop in front of what looks like an old apartment building. It is three stories tall and is coated in a water-stained white paint that is chipping in several places. All of the windows are dark and motionless. Maybe I could sleep in a hallway.

I walk up the small steps to the front door. As I twist the door knob and push the door, I quickly realize it’s jammed. I throw my body against the door once, twice, and it flies open.

There is a white hallway lined with red doors, five doors on each side. At the end of the hallway is a staircase that leads up to the next floor. My shoes squeak on the cracked tile floor when I walk in and close the door behind me, making it completely dark. Standing in the doorway, I adjust my vision to the darkness. The tile by the door gives way to tramped down carpet covered in mud footprints. The ceiling is covered in water stains, and there is even a hole with insulation hanging out. I notice a light switch on the opposite wall by the stairs and make my way over to it. When I flick on the light, the light fixture above me flickers on for a second before bursting and showering me in little sparks. I jump back with a yelp when a few sparks burn my skin. Rubbing the now red marks on my skin, I walk back down the hallway.

“Hello?” I call into the hallway, my voice sounding a bit more like a croak than anything. “Is anyone here?” I yell. No reply. I guess I’m the only one insane enough to spend a night in this building. I walk down the hallway, the floor creaking and moaning with every step.

I freeze when I hear an odd noise. It sounds like a mixture of music and vibrating. It is coming from behind me. I spin around, but no one is there. But, sitting on the first step of the wooden staircase I had just walked by is a phone. I walk over to the phone, my eyes flashing side to side, making sure no one else is here.

I pick up the phone. It is a really nice, seemingly new touch-screen phone. Underneath the phone is a key. I pick up the silver key and turn it around in my hands. Nothing is written or carved into it.

The phone vibrates and makes me jump in surprise. I look at the screen that is so bright, I find myself squinting trying to read the screen. When I tap it, there is small writing that reads:

Drag down to unlock.

I drag my finger down the cool screen and a text message pops up. I read it slowly.

Hello Kacey.

How does it know my name?

Welcome to your new home. I knew you would find this apartment. The key you found beneath this phone is to your new apartment and living quarters. It’s on the second floor (don’t worry, the stairs are safe) and it’s the first room, Room 201. It is fully furnished with a well-stocked refrigerator and a dresser of clothes that will fit you.

A house all for me! This must be a joke.

I rush up the stairs of the building, surprised that I didn’t fall through one of the steps, and stand in front of the first room. 201. I slide the key into the lock and twist the key. I hear the gear turn in the lock. I open the door and cautiously flip on the light by the door.

I stare at the apartment. Off to my right is a small kitchenette with a fridge that I could fit into, a glass-top stove-oven, and a clean sink. Off to my left is a small couch that looks close to brand new. Straight ahead is a bed big enough to be a king size bed. The comforter is a beautiful blue color. To the right of the bed is an open door, revealing a clean, new bathroom, equipped with a toilet, sink, and bathtub/shower.

I feel like I could cry with joy. I run and throw myself onto the bed, the plush mattress hugging my body. I lie on my back and spread my arms out on the comforter, breathing in the fresh linen scent. Then, I remember the fridge.

Is it bad to have most of the first chapter full of flashbacks? I mean, the flashbacks actually contribute to the story, but is it bad to have three different flashbacks in the first chapter?

So, in the book I'm writing, a man is robbing a jewelry store. So, what would the man say. Here is basically what I have, but I don't think it sounds right...

Then, I hear a scream. Actually, it was Erica stifling a scream. I spin around and find that the man who had just walked in is pointing a gun at the jewelry store woman. He says in a harsh voice, “Put all of the jewelry into this bag. Quietly!” He hands the woman a bag and she quickly begins scooping the jewelry from the cases into the bag. Then, he motions towards Erica, Jason and I.

“I want you three to sit down over here. And if any of you move, I will kill you,” he says, smiling after the last part. A chill goes through me. “Move!” he yells at me, and I quickly walk over to Erica and Jason, sitting down next to them. Jason is holding Erica in his arms, and she is sobbing into his shoulder.

Tips or suggestions? Any help is appreciated!

So, I am officially stuck in the middle of 4 series where the next book hasn't come out yet. -_- So, I need some suggestions!

I like most dystopian novels (a lot of action mixed with a bit of romance would be nice too). I have read the following books and absolutely loved them.

Hunger Games series

Legend by Marie Lu

Divergent by Veronica Roth

The Kane Chronicles (series) by Rick Riordan

The Heroes of Olympus (series) by Rick Riordan.

I'm not a huge fan of anything overly political, but a little isn't too bad. Sorry I'm being so picky! :) Please help me out!

So, in my book (I'm not going to explain too much), I need places that can be robbed and, during the robbery, someone could end up possibly getting hurt. It could be during the day or at night. I could only come up with a bank robbery and a home invasion robbery. Can you think of any more? Any suggestions would be helpful!