#the wolves in the wall

[thelastofthebookworms]

For uniformity's sake :

Each work count as 1,

e.g. Sandman counts as one because different editions mean a different number of volumes and Danny who's read the 3 Omnibus Volumes has read just as much as Nawel who's read 14 volumes.

Yes it means that someone who's read one issue will vote for the same thing that someone who's read the whole thing. No system is perfect.

If you've read one work (let's say The Graveyard Book) and its adaptation (let's say P. Craig Russell's), it counts as two, though (and not 3 even if the graphic novel is divided in two parts)

Of course audiobooks count.

[centrestagereviews]

Interview: Toby Olié - The Wolves in the Wall

Interview: Toby Olié - The Wolves in the Wall - @LittleATheatre 🐺🐺🐺 “Ahead of their Spring opening, we’ve spoken with director Toby Olié to find out more”

The Wolves in the Walls, photography by Ellie Kurttz The Wolves in the Walls (for ages 6+ see pics below) is coming to Little Angel Theatre from 12 May – 23 July. One of the UK’s top puppetry directors Toby Olié hasadapted this award-winning children’s book by Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean for the stage. When Lucy hears noises from behind the walls, she tries to warn her family that there are…

[bajoop-sheeb]

Meditation by Yoong Bae

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[skaldyr]

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

‘the black bastard of the wall’ moniker is the exact opposite of the ‘white wolf’ moniker and this perfectly highlights the irreconcilable differences between book Jon and show Jon

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

we've been cursed from the start, jesus didn't want us

(head in the wall, ethel cain)

[fisheito]

rrrgrgrrrrrgrgrgrgrrgrgrgfgrrrrrrrr

But also

[zaritarazi]

Nina's farewell to Matthias (@ekbelsher) from King of Scars

Hanne and Nina fall in love (@jannaphia) from Rule of Wolves

(kos litjoy crate)

[neonhellscape]

new rt everyone shes a freak whos pretty sure shes been been given the role of rogue trader as an act of divine intervention to eventually replace the godemperor and bring new glory to the imperium which she thinks is dull and stagnant. dont worry about why she keeps marazhai caged in her trophy room like he's bait its not important and completely irrelevant to the fact ive joke nicknamed her simon thresh. has anyone noticed a lot of slaaneshi demons during warp jumps lately

[yvesaintlourent]

𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 / explicit (13k)

The night was cold and bitter, much as he was. Though it was only early evening, darkness had already fallen over Winterfell, the snow a thick white blanket coating the grounds and the spires of the First Keep.

It wouldn’t be Winter for a while according to his father, but Harry could tell that it now felt like it was on its way. The cold wind whipped his dark, tousled curls back and forth, biting at his cheeks until they were pink. He wrapped his fur lined cloak tightly around his tall frame to keep out the cold. It worked for the most part.

“I won’t marry him,” Harry said into the night, his voice steady and confident; the exact opposite of how he felt. If he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought she left since he was only met with silence. Dead leaves rustled in the trees below like they were whispering their approval of his defiance against his family’s orders.

“You will,” Anera replied calmly, her expression neutral.

Or, the Game of Thrones ABO AU where Harry is of the North, and Louis cannot be burnt.

இ moodboard by @cowboyharrystan இ written for the @bottomlouisficfest

[thelastofthebookworms]

I'm still taking suggestions.

[neil-gaiman]

If you're in London this May/June/July, the theatre is tiny and the show will be magical and terrifying and funny and wonderful.

May 12 - July 23rd.

[souredfigs]

It will be so satisfying to see Cregan Stark marching south to fix this shit at the very end

[nomsfaultau]

appears out directly in front of you

You wound me but I could never stop reading your writing okay bye

scuttles back into the woods

Is this because I said no matter how hard he tries MFR Philza really is the same as the Piglins?

Or how the Lambs "children" have never known real love because Philza's is a lie?

Or like.. anything about Fault ever?

[goobstergoo]

doing escape rooms is like god i’m so stupid…… can’t believe i didn’t try pulling on the elephant clearly bolted to the wall……………… fuck my shitty fucking life……… Hey. Hey Is That A Code ? ! Yippee !!!