#the wolf who cried boy

[thatsbelievable]

[philip-the-nickel]

[nanamis-username]

my piece for @drfairytalezine ✨🖤 (from 2021)

i did byakuya + the boy who cried wolf - with the twist of byakuya being both the boy and the wolf, based on his actions surrounding the second murder 😋😼🥶🥶🤭

[neodiekido]

little red riding hood and the boy who cried wolf

[javelinbk]

"The thing that held us together was that we could work together. You'd be surprised how much that matters. When things fell apart it was because I fell apart. I wasn't willing to do the extras I always did, and I resented it when Paul tried or George tried. I'm not altogether sure why I felt that way. Tired I guess. I had been putting out and putting out and things were getting higher and higher. At first I was afraid that we were never going to get there. Then I began to get afraid that it was never going to stop. Then it seemed everybody was drifting off in different directions, and that seemed to make more sense than trying to go on. All that was needed was for someone to pronounce the patient dead, but none of us really wanted to do that. Then I decided that it was my job, unpleasant as it was. I talked to Paul about it and he asked me not to announce the breakup. Asked! Hell, he begged me! I was touched because I thought that it was because he had the faith that somehow, somewhere, everything would work out and we'd do it all over again. Well, I was touched all right. Touched in the head. Paul went behind my back and made the announcement as part of a publicity campaign for a record. And for that, my dear Charles, I am never, no not ever, going to forgive him. It was like he took the Beatles away from me as part of a promotional trick."

"You know, it might not have been his idea. He could have been told to do it by Lee or practically anyone."

"I warn you, Charles, don't try to defend him. I don't care who-what-when-where-why-or-how he came to do it. He did it and he knew what he was doing. He knew that he should have come to me and he didn't. We all have limits. Paul passed mine and I just wrote him off. After that I'd see him once in a while, but whatever had held us together had died."

John Lennon talking about the break-up of The Beatles, as told by John Green in Dakota Days (1983)

[kabishkat19]

The Grimm Legends (Scene) : Return of the big bad🥀

[devine-fem]

sometimes its just a girl… and her 2000s supernatural mythology shows/movies about vampires and werewolves against the world…

[slyandthefamilybook]

Once there was a boy who was a shepherd. He kept watch over a small flock of sheep in a pasture at the edge of town. He loved his sheep. He had been born to a shepherd from a family of shepherds, and had so grown up amongst his flock. He knew all of the sheep by name and would great them one-by-one each morning. "Hello Dolly," he would say. "Hello Steven and hello Betty."

Now these sheep were undoubtedly useful: the townspeople would eat their meat and weave their wool and gnaw on their bones as they worked the fields. But these sheep were also alive. They had a glittering intelligence in their black eyes, and they would commune every so often to discuss the harvest, and the shepherd boy, and the townspeople. The sheep loved the shepherd boy and they loved the town and the townspeople, and the people loved them back. They were good sheep.

Now one day the shepherd boy overheard one of the townspeople talking about his flock. The man said he thought the sheep were ugly, and that they smelled bad. This upset the shepherd boy, because he loved his sheep, and he thought the people loved his sheep as well. The shepherd boy, being no more than 12 years old at the time, wanted to remind the people of how much his sheep mattered to them. So one night as the moon hid behind the clouds the shepherd boy stood on a stone in his pasture and cried out: "Help! Help! A wolf!"

Out came a crowd of people, blinking the sleep from their eyes and carrying torches and pitchforks and shovels and ladels. They stood in the pasture and looked about, but they could see no wolf. The townspeople became angry and shook their fists at the shepherd boy. "This is a serious matter!" they cried. The shepherd boy had to admit that his ploy was juvenile, but he was still a child, and so the people forgave him. And they continued to love the shepherd boy and his sheep, and the shepherd boy and his sheep loved them back, for the townspeople had proved that night how much they cared.

Five years later, when the shepherd boy was now a teen, he stood amongst his flock in the pasture and he said "good night, Dolly. Good night, Steven and good night, Betty." But as the clouds passed over the moon the shepherd teen saw a shape in the distance, and out of fear for his flock he cried out: "Help! Help! A wolf!"

Again came the great crashing crowd with their knives and their swords and axes and bows. They stood in the pasture and looked about, but they could see no wolf. The townspeople once again became angry, and they shook their fists at the shepherd teen. "This is a serious matter!" they cried. "We love you and we love your sheep, but you must learn to not be so frightened!" With great grumbling the townspeople returned to their homes, and the shepherd teen sensed that something had changed.

Five more years passed, and the shepherd teen was now a shepherd. He still passed through his flock every morning and said, "Good morning, Dolly. Good morning, Steven and good morning, Betty." And the sheep loved the shepherd and he loved them. But in his age he had grown cautious. The shepherd had learned from the townspeople that perhaps the wolves were not so great a threat as he had thought. And so at night when he would see their red eyes prowling at the edges of his pasture, he would stay silent and wait.

One night, as the clouds began to cover the moon, a wolf appeared. The wolf approached Dolly the sheep and snarled, its lips wet. "Away!" cried the shepherd. "Away with you!" But the wolf showed its fangs and said, "I want your sheep." "Why?" cried the boy. "Why must you take my sheep? You have your food in the forest!" But the wolf laughed. "I want your sheep because I am a wolf and they are sheep. That is how it is done." And the wolf parted its terrible jaws and snatched up Dolly the sheep and dragged her into the deep woods. And the shepherd remained silent.

The next night two wolves appeared, their eyes red and their tongues hungry. The wolves approached Steven the sheep who was with his family. "Away with you!" cried the shepherd. "Why do you hate my sheep so?" The wolves cackled and said with the same voice, "we hate your sheep because it is the thing for sheep to be hated. All wolves hate sheep, and they cannot all be wrong. Even the birds and rabbits of the forest will come around." And the wolves each took a leg from Steven the sheep and hauled him into the dark woods. And still the shepherd held his tongue.

The next night as the moon was new the shepherd saw a sea of red eyes at the edge of the forest. The wolves marched toward his sheep, their heads held high. And the shepherd saw that indeed the birds and rabbits of the forest were among them, their eyes bleeding and their teeth sharp. They approached Betty the sheep who cried out in terror. The shepherd stood on a rock in his pasture and called out with a loud voice: "Help! Help! The wolves have come, and all the birds and rabbits of the forest!"

But this time no one came. You see, although the boy had cried wolf before, his fear was now justified. But the townspeople had grown tired of him. Every time the flock was threatened they felt compelled to act, and that compulsion drained them. And they no longer liked the shepherd. He had spent too much time with his sheep, and they had begun to see that same glittering black intelligence in his eyes. Sheep are frightened of everything and cannot be expected to know when they are truly in danger.

What had the shepherd done for them? He kept his sheep mostly to himself these days. Perhaps the shepherd was the one really in control, and he had used his cries of wolf to bend the townspeople to his will. Anyone whose flock was threatened that often must be doing something wrong.

And what was this about the birds and rabbits of the forest? They were peaceful! They could never be convinced to join with those who preyed upon them. Flocks of sheep are old and backwards and they are a drain on the town, the people thought. If the birds and rabbits hate the sheep they must have good reason to do so.

Again the shepherd called out, but the townspeople rolled over in their beds and stuffed their ears with sheep's wool. The shepherd's cries of wolf had made them feel guilty, and so they had found reasons for why they did not have to listen. And besides, the townspeople thought as they pulled their wolf skins over their heads and their eyes glowed red, the sheep really were delicious...

[isawthismeme]

[lunarin64art]

V3 Chapter 4: Halloween Edition

[chefbeepo]

[jinxekkotimebomb]

Itsuki beginning to enjoy dressing girly the more they explore their femininity.

[gooperts-gunk]

q!bbh telling the truth can u believe it btw q!bbh makes me so sad he just wants company and he'll lie and twist things and overexaggerate or underexaggerate to get whatever response he wants he's done it a million times and it's never 100% to work but he keeps doing it because it's his only other weapon than his teeth and claws being visibly inhuman on earth and hey wait a second who's angsting about q!bbh at 5pm pst on a friday??!?!? everyone go home!! get out!!!!!

[incandescentbitch]

Finally, someone said it. I have very strong opinions about The Boy Who Cried Wolf and how it's not his fault he got eaten by a wolf, it's his parents' fault for assuming this literal child lied the third time just because he lied the first two times. They were too lazy to go check if there was actually a wolf and it got that child killed. It doesn't matter if he lied, he's a child, protecting him is his parents entire job.

[yuwuta]

as a true geto hater it brings me immense joy to remember that he got packed up by a suicidal anxious loser w/ the power of true love who hadn't even learned his own cursed technique yet and had been studying jujutsu for less than a year

[kabishkat19]

The Grimm Legends

Second Generation (Age-up)

Goldilocks (20) : Expert sticky fingers

Pinocchio (21) : Inventor

Snow White (23) : Queen

Luke Klein (22) : Professional tracker