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[legalityoftheraccoons]

guys how do you start writing fanfiction. how do you start writing normal fiction. how do you start writing. what even is writing. the English language is so fucked. we torture ourselves over characters we created and for what?

[deklo]

i think i’m gonna buy a CD player….

[lcftwild]

"do you ever think about taking the bite?" it's a question seemingly out of the blue, no lead up conversation at all, boyd's gaze having previously been firmly on the window and the trees beyond that. but now his attention has shifted, gaze on stiles; eyes curious but cautious. it's not that he regrets the bite, he had wanted it after all, but there are days he seriously doubts if the reasons back then had been enough to justify the struggle they'd been through so far.

starter call for @dciisy!

[necrxphxbia]

ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇ, ᴘᴏᴘ, ᴇʟᴇᴄ-ᴛʀɪᴄ. | ᴄᴏʀᴘꜱᴇ, ᴍᴀᴛᴛ & ʀʏᴀɴ

the chances of getting locked up while he was away at the youni were always up in the air, but he didn’t expect it to be for as long as it was. how annoying?

he had to stifle down his urge to “matty , ryaannn, mattyyyy, ryannnn” at the door like a cat— but he opted to knock instead, biting down on his lip beneath his mask and rocking on his heels a little as he waited.

he hoped they were as eager to see him as he was them … he was chill though! totally chill. totally normal … why was he holding his breath?

[ @little-ikea-waldo @iron-magee-giant ]

[ssaharper]

@calvaried || closed

holidays  are  rough.  at  least,  that's  what  all  the  distressed  self-help  books  on  her  coffee  table  say,  somewhere  under  the  blank  post-it  notes  and  scribbled-out  lists  and  ripped-apart  envelopes.  helena's  sister  always  said  she  opened  mail  like  a  raccoon  going  through  the  garbage.  deborah  doesn't  say  much  of  anything  anymore,  of  course.  so  boxing  day  finds  agent  harper  sprawled  on  her  couch  with  a  third  bottle  of  miller  lite  held  loosely  in  her  grasp,  and  a  boxing  match  on    the  tv  just  for  the  noise.  that's  funny,  at  least.  boxing  on  boxing  day.

not  that  she  needs  noise  to  fill  the  air  in  her  apartment.  a  cigarette  rests  on  a  plate-turned-ashtray,  and  the  wisp  of  smoke  rising  from  it  curls  into  the  clouds  of  smoke  and  dust  and  general  neglect  that  keep  her  nice  and  cozy  in  her  wallowing.  the  blinds  have  a  telltale  skin  of  dust  over  them--  they  haven't  been  opened  in  a  long  time--  and  the  whole  scene  is  lit  by  the  television  and  one  dim  yellow  lamp.  she  sighs,  glancing  at  a  christmas  card  on  the  table,  then  focuses  on  the  cracks  in  her  wall.  some  fleeting,  angsty  metaphor  comes  to  mind  about  foundations  crumbling  and  is  anything  worth  saving?  but  that's  too  pathetic  even  for  her,  so  she  thinks  instead  about  nothing,  letting  the  thick  air  bring  her  into  its  haze.

[leonbutchkennedy]

BRITNEY YEAH DOT GIF

[defectiveparts]

@unworthyheart​ / liked.

          "thanks for this."   it's a murmur as he slumps into the seat, eyes already closing as he tips his head back carefully. buck's more than a little sore, and his raw throat leaves his voice scratchy, but he feels better than he had a few hours before. right now all he wants is his bed, and maybe some cuddles from his favorite dog in the entire world.   "the team had to go finish their shift, and i didn't want to drag maddie out with the baby, ya know?"   he hadn't even wanted to tell his sister that he'd been hospitalized again, but he knew if he didn't that chimney would, and that'd just lead to a lecture later on down the road. he wasn't even going to touch on the fact that he could've technically called anyone from the firehouse and they would've come  (  bobby had specifically told him he could  ), because he just didn't have the mental or emotional capacity to deal with why he hadn't. he knew that grant would come, with minimal questions, and only a pinch of exasperation.