This is the story of how I died. Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel.
Sam is 200% done with both of your shit.
Omg the lovely britishness
this pregnant hairless cat is so fucking done, i can’t handle it.
when u little shits come out I’m going to devour u and put u right back where u fuckin came from
This should always be on my dash!
…can I just cry about how he keeps looking at her after he releases her? Because you’d think he would just walk away, whatever, emotions whatever. But NO. HE FUCKING STARES AT HER LIKE “I WILL RETURN FOR YOU, MY WOMAN, AND WE WILL FRICKLE FRACKLE. MY DING DANG DIDDLY DOO WILL BE IN YOUR ANGEL HAIR PASTA SOON BBY.”
I know I reblogged this before
But the look on its face in the last picture actually kills me
au - the whole world knows about Stiles and Lydia
I made a slideshow about how to create a fictional character… I got most of the information from the ‘start writing fiction’ (free) course on the OpenUniversity website and found it incredibly useful so here’s a visual version for you :)