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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Janaina Medeiros
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Peter Solarz

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Mike Driver

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@crystalizedirongoblin
"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry
"who do you self insert as when you read?"
This is me when I read:
this is what it feels like to open your notifications after you posted what u thought would be a banger but youve only gotten 1 like
the reality of being a writer
Especially the last one!
Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.
"kung pow penis," a phrase commonly used in reblogs to indicate utter disdain for OP, has twelve letters, each of which (traditionally) must be supplied by a different user. the unanimity of disdain indicated by these twelve unrelated users has strong parallels to the requirement of unanimity for a jury—also traditionally of twelve—to arrive at a verdict. in this essay i will
"I'm not posting S and you can't make me!"
the answer to AI slop is rec lists... every fandom needs to bring back rec lists in a major way
copying @cabezadeperro's tags:
#also the thing about rec lists is that they make you actually thing about why you like something.#it's less passive consumption and more engaging with the work#in ways that make you enjoy it more and also are good for you
Teen Wolf is so fun because at one point the comedic relief character stops being comedic relief and starts having a kill count
Yes the AO3 omega April fools joke was exceptionally funny but actually seeing AO3 on April 2nd without a beta status is sending me.
What do you mean it’s not in beta anymore? Isn’t that it’s thing? Just to exist in a perpetual state of almost ready. Do I too need to grow and change and become an actualized product? I am not ready.
So in my season 5 rewatch Scott says Peter got stronger every full moon and eventually the burns healed and he was back to normal. This is in season 5 episode 17 A Credible Threat:
LIAM: Mason said it's not just to transmit frequency. It's high-powered-- like, it has to be a really strong signal.
LYDIA: And that's causing it to shift?
[Scott shakes his head and interjects]
SCOTT: No, I don't think it's just that. Last night, Argent said that it's getting smarter. What if the Dread Doctors are trying to make the Beast grow faster?
STILES: [confused] With frequencies?
SCOTT: No, by shifting. The frequency is just the trigger. The important part is when it shifts into the werewolf.
[Lydia's eyes widen when she realizes where Scott is going with this and follows his train of thought]
LYDIA: Like Peter.
SCOTT: Right! Yeah, when Peter was an Alpha, he got stronger every full moon. Eventually, the burns healed, and he was back to normal.
Wouldn't that mean it's possible he told the truth when he said this:
PETER: You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family? My mind, my personality, were literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct.
Wouldn't this confirm that he wasn't in a right state of mind? That he wasn't in control? That he was being driven by pure instinct?
It's not only possible, but very probable. I mean, we KNOW Peter had yellow eyes during the whole mess with Paige (you can see it during a flashback in S03e08 Visionary), and we know Derek was around 16 when he met Kate, so there wasn't much time there, I genuinely don't believe that Peter would have had the time to go kill someone RIGHT AFTER what happened with Paige. But he has blue eyes when he comes back.
I honestly didn't remember what color Peter's eyes were during the Paige stuff. But that makes so much sense!
@buckybarnesss made a post talking about werewolf eye color theory.
💬 0 🔁 11 ❤️ 45 · As someone that has figured out how power transfers on the show, can you explain why Derek's alpha spark could withstand
And it honestly makes the most sense to me. I don't know if you have read it before but it's very detailed and makes sense based on what characters in the show have said.
But yes Peter definitely regretted it. One reason why I don't rank Peter as the same level of evil as Gerard and Kate, is because he is actually capable of remorse and feeling guilty.
Gerard and Kate never show any remorse or guilt for the terrible shit they did. They also did stuff out of hatred, bigotry, and for no other reason but that they enjoyed hurting, torturing, and killing innocent people, supernatural or not.
Peter does show remorse and guilt many times. Everything he does has a specific reason. He isn't doing shit just for the hell of it. There's always a point, whether it's a good or bad point, there's a reason why, which is something I don't see with Gerard and Kate.
So it just wouldn't shock me if Peter wasn't firing on all cylinders when he killed Laura. Plus nobody raises themselves up in their bed like Peter did in his memory. Legit mummy sit up that is so not normal or comfortable to do. And then barely standing in the woods looking like he's sleepwalking... Something weird was going on there.
I had NOT read this one, it's so cool!!!
Mutuals who I have hardly spoken with but we instead communicate through silently liking and reblogging each other's posts... I hope you're all having a lovely day ✨
So in my season 5 rewatch Scott says Peter got stronger every full moon and eventually the burns healed and he was back to normal. This is in season 5 episode 17 A Credible Threat:
LIAM: Mason said it's not just to transmit frequency. It's high-powered-- like, it has to be a really strong signal.
LYDIA: And that's causing it to shift?
[Scott shakes his head and interjects]
SCOTT: No, I don't think it's just that. Last night, Argent said that it's getting smarter. What if the Dread Doctors are trying to make the Beast grow faster?
STILES: [confused] With frequencies?
SCOTT: No, by shifting. The frequency is just the trigger. The important part is when it shifts into the werewolf.
[Lydia's eyes widen when she realizes where Scott is going with this and follows his train of thought]
LYDIA: Like Peter.
SCOTT: Right! Yeah, when Peter was an Alpha, he got stronger every full moon. Eventually, the burns healed, and he was back to normal.
Wouldn't that mean it's possible he told the truth when he said this:
PETER: You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family? My mind, my personality, were literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct.
Wouldn't this confirm that he wasn't in a right state of mind? That he wasn't in control? That he was being driven by pure instinct?
It's not only possible, but very probable. I mean, we KNOW Peter had yellow eyes during the whole mess with Paige (you can see it during a flashback in S03e08 Visionary), and we know Derek was around 16 when he met Kate, so there wasn't much time there, I genuinely don't believe that Peter would have had the time to go kill someone RIGHT AFTER what happened with Paige. But he has blue eyes when he comes back.
the foreboding sense of doom? oh yeah i know that one. just double check you have your wallet, keys and some chapstick, works every time
was expecting to reblog this with a tongue-in-cheek reply to the many people saying "this didn't fix me :(" but somehow not a single person in the notes is disagreeing. everyone's just nodding their heads thoughtfully bc yeah that's how you deal with the Foreboding Sense Of Doom, that's good protocol
Do the Doorway Macarena: pat yourself down repeatedly to the tune of your panicking soul.
DOORWAY MACARENA
I DO NOT HAVE MY WALLET!!! FUCK! WHERE IS IT????
Moon comic!
This is Tie, she is going to eat all of the notes
reblog to feed her notes
How is she doing this
been having health issues, in a foul mood, I DEMAND YOU TELL ME A STORY whilst i languish in bed like a sickly victorian lord wasting away from consumption (as my stoic but broad-shouldered valet gently wipes the sweat from my trembling brow)
My Lord, I have a story for you to ponder, and it is one of my best.
Once upon a time, in a kingdom that was not enormously large, nor very small, there lived a sad and lonely princess.
She was not sad because she was lonely, as one might believe, but rather she was lonely because she was sad. All of her ladies in waiting would chitter and pace at her bedside, urging her to rise, to dress in some of her many fancy adornments, and leave her tower to go and dance in the great hall with them, but the princess always declined.
Soon, they stopped asking.
For years, people lost their will to bother her. She was alone in her tower, and as the months passed her loneliness grew until she could do nothing else but stare out of her decorated window and sigh wistfully out it at the common people below.
But dear lord, this is not a sad tale, I promise it.
For in this kingdom there lived a strange and magical creature. Members of this kingdom might not know what it was called, or where he was from, but the magical creature had a name, and his name was Ricodimous.
Ricodimous had a face like a mouse, eyes cunning and dark, and a shell by which he rolled himself into, in case the world got too much, too loud.
One day, Ricodimous was puttering through the market when he heard the most wistful sigh he had ever heard in his entire life. He looked about, questioning, but saw nothing until he rolled back onto his shell and gazed up, up high until he could see a window over the market square, where the saddest and loneliest princess of all sat on her window seat.
"Hello Princess!" He called. And even though the distance between them was great, Ricodimous was a magical creature, and the Princess heard him perfectly.
She gazed down at the wondrous little creature Ricodimous was, and sighed again.
"Hello Ser," she greeted politely. "You should roll along, for I am not of the finest stock for company."
Ricodimous tilted his head.
"You look to me to be the finest stock of anything," he replied. "Why do you believe not?"
The princess simply shrugged.
Ricodimous pondered for a moment. As a magical creature, his guesses on the ailment of princesses were often correct.
"Your heart is aching," he declared. "But you are too shy to say it."
The princess raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You assume much, Ser."
"I assume enough. Pray, would you come down from your tower, and we shall play a game."
The princess could not deny that she had longed to play a game for a time, even if it was with a mouse like creature.
For the first time in years, the Princess dressed herself in her finest silks, and exited her tower with a flourish. Dressed in deep blues and greens, she at last came down to the marketplace and met Ricodimous by the gardens entrance.
The game they played my lord, is one similar to Croquet. I will admit my lord, that this is a game I myself have never played, so you must use your imagination with my storytelling, and simply believe that while you know the rules, so do I.
And so the Princess and Ricodimous played their game, over the course of which the Princess found herself more and more joyous. She indulged in a full commitment of the sport, soiling her finest clothes all so she could kneel in the mud and get a better angle.
Even more scandalously, the Princess was referred to by her royal title less and less, which tends to happen when one is losing a game so terribly he must roll up into his shell and rock back and forth from frustration. So over the day the Princess was called more and more by her name, Ashley, and Ricodimous was simply called Ric.
But the sun was soon to set, and all stories, no matter how brief must end.
At the end of their game there was only one true winner, and Ashley wiped her royal brow and shoot Rics paw, smiling in victory. The magical creature was not disappointed, for he promised to never give up, and that he would return the next day for a rematch.
Princess Ashley was surprised.
"You mean that you'll come back?" She asked, and she realized how excited she was at the prospect.
"Of course I will!" Ric replied. "I would never run around and desert you."
And with that, Ric rolled away.