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A sheep in the role of Cordelia in “King Lear With Sheep.”Credit” Nick Morris.

Source: ‘King Lear With Sheep.’ Yes, Sheep.

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i know a lot of people mock when certain songs are overused on character playlists but I will never judge someone for putting bubblegum bitch on one. If you decided that your little tv guy is miss sugar pink liquor liquor lips who am I to say he’s not

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Moodboard: T4T Scallison

For @domesticated-feral as part of @teenwolfholidayfest

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moodboard: scisaac as merthur (or at least inspired by it)

for @rhyslahey 🫶🏽 u didn't ask, i know, but i was making another gift and then had this idea and i thought it would be nice

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More writers should consider just not telling their readers all of shit. Just don’t tell them stuff. What’s that monster? Fuck if you’ll find out. How did that weird as hell landscape marker come to be? Wouldn’t you like to know. How does the magic work? Just believe it does, motherfucker.

Readers don’t need to know everything. In fact, I absolutely advocate for not telling them certain stuff. If the characters don’t know, neither do they. If the narrator is omniscient? Lol no they aren’t.

Is this necessary for every story? Probably not. There’s plenty of good stories you could write while explaining all of it. But leaving those gaps, leaving those holes, can bring a story to life. Sometimes things happen in life that just… happen. Fucked if anyone knows why. Sometimes information gets lost. Sometimes information is hidden. But even beyond that, it expands the narrative.

If you explain when and why and how the murder monster became a murder monster, well… that’s forever set in stone now. Now they know. But if you leave it blank, absent of explanation, any explanation… it becomes an unknown. It forces your audience to wonder. Makes them think. That, more than you might think, makes a story get into your audience’s head, and once you’re there, you can make some real impacts.

So yeah, tell a story. But sometimes? Don’t tell your readers something. Make them fill in the blanks themselves.

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Most blessed type of fandom experience tbh

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Peter had always been the fun uncle, the one who gave his nieces and nephew candy secretly. Talia often found him sitting on the couch with Cora and Laura painting his nails and doing his hair (he grew it out a little after graduation) or watching documentaries with Derek about the cosmos because it was one of the young boy's hyperfixations. Whenever the kids did something, uncle Peter was right there with them because he either indulged in it or was ready to cover them if things went downhill. They even had a ritual where Peter told them stories about supernatural creatures he encountered while they huddled together in the living room and drank hot cacao. Everything they gifted him hung or stood proudly somewhere in his room, may it be Cora's glittery pictures or Derek's attempt of making a rocket out of cartons or Laura's wooden figurine she had proudly shown him after coming back from summer camp.

They would still decorate his room if they didn't burn to ashes years ago.

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Moodboard by @thiamsxbitch

can't help myself (red looks beautiful on you) by @hemlocksandfoxgloves @howdiditend777 @strahable

Chapter 12

Helpless.

That’s how he envisions himself after Liam leaves him again in this rotting cold house. He felt weak — weaker than anything he’s ever been put through. If he could move he would be seething at why he couldn’t remember what Liam did to him. What kind of torture did he put him through to fall into this enervated state?

This chapter was inspired by Bored by Billie Eillish

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my mental illness has reached a new high so here’s whatever this is

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Fuck it Friday Saturday ☃️

(too late again but oh well!!! Thank you @hemlocksandfoxgloves for tagging!!!)

our (im)perfect snowman

“We’re certainly getting back to that topic but now I really have an urgent deal though!” Liam said, getting comfortable right at Theo's feet, making it almost impossible not to look at the bright blue eyes which Theo had to admit to himself from time to time, he had no power to say no to. And Liam, that little bastard, learnt to use it for his own good.

“Enlighten me”

“Yes. Oh wait, really?”

“No, but you won't go anyway. So make yourself comfortable, little wolf. I’m all ears” Theo could bet Liam was smiling now, so he took a quick look at the beta’s face just to prove himself right. Liam was beaming, clapping hands almost and suddenly the freezing air in Theo's truck didn't seem to be that much of a bother.

“So okay! The thing is that we’re having a small competition at Scott’s. We’re one of the teams. Mason and Corey and Nolan and Alec are the other two.” He was too fast to admit it was a lesser bother. He should have known better for now.

no pressure tags as it's not Friday anymore but feel free jump in if you want to: @fruchtfliege @thiamsxbitch @amethystskeleton @lekisand @setevulpo @chasing-chimeras

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Fuck it Friday! ⛓️🌹

tagged by @mmoosen 🫶

It was a couple days later when he decided to pay Theo a visit. The chimera got a whiff of him immediately, his nose twitching irritatingly. The stench of her clung to him like an insult to Theo. Her lingering perfume made him gag. It was sweet like caramel, and it wasn't Liam. He felt a need crawl at him, soaked him with one word.

Mine.

He wanted to bathe the beta with his own scent, imprint him with his essence. He didn't smell right unless he smelt like him.

Liam came back to him. It was less and less these days, leaving a terrible ache inside of Theo. He missed the beta something awful and would do anything for his attention again. Just for him to look at him. It was like he was scared of what he might find. Or do.

“Back so soon, little wolf?” Theo’s raspy voice breaks through the sinking silence of the cold basement.

They were in the middle of winter and the chimera may have been grateful for the added layer of clothing but he wouldve been more gracious for Liam’s added warmth. To feel his arms around him, even if it meant losing all air supply, he would take it with a sign of comfort.

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Mal's Teen Wolf rewatch: Frenemy (2x06)

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*preparing to go outside* i'm normal. i know how to cross the street. i avoid eye contact in an organic non weird way, as if i simply do not notice fellow pedestrians.

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you will never be a bad person for not reblogging a post on tumblr, please remember that

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most hinged teenage German