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Mr Selfridge Season 1 Episode 1 (with Aisling Loftus)

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Can those who like Baldwin (and those who like Baldwin and hate Matthew) explain why? I just want to understand why

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Needed this reminder!

I won't stop saying it: in fanfic-writing, you make your own rules. Write whatever the fuck you want to write

Sometimes it's that you haven't written that fanfic of that genre yet because you don't have confidence in your writing talents, or you have some learning and improving to do in your writing, or you're afraid of the audience reception.

Sometimes it's also just that the said genre is not for you. Write what you're confident in and what makes you happy. It's okay to leave the rest alone.

Unless you're receiving payment to diversify and to be more creative and to "impress", you have every right to stick to your comfort zone.

Write the same fanfic five times with five different endings. Write one genre of fanfics. Write all genres ever known to man. Write for 75 fandoms. Write for one fandom. Update once a year. Update every hour. Write only 200-chaptered stories. Write only drabbles. Write the tamest stuff. Write the kinkiest stuff(tags exist for a reason). Write different love stories for one character you love. Use the same lines or words.

Do anything and everything as long as you're happy and having fun. If there are too many negative emotions(fear, self-doubt, mental stress, worry, anxiety, overthinking, etc.) attached to your writing, then you're probably taking it too seriously.

Nobody has the right to shake your fanfic-writing peace and make you doubt how great of a writer you are, not even YOURSELF or YOUR READERS. This shit is free and meant to be for fun and relaxation.

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one year with baldwin montclair » day 15

baldwin + full body shots

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one year with baldwin montclair » day 46

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This…is accurate.

"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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i think all quiet on the western front and the lord of the rings are in direct conversation with each other, as in theyre the retelling of the same war with one saying here’s what happened, we all died, and it did not matter at all and another going hush little boy, of course we won, of course your friends came back

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Some ADOW fanart because Diana is gorgeous and I absolutely LOVE her costume in this scene.

Confession: I fought so hard to use a textured brush to mimic the collar design here. I did NOT want to draw it. In the end, I realized I’d have to, and it was so worth it. I love how this turned out!

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Good Morning from Sept-Tours/Auvergne/France :)

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Yes, Sieur 😏🫦

one year with baldwin montclair » day 62

“He knows I’m a witch. And that I’m pregnant.” It was evident that Baldwin knew a great deal about our life in New Haven already. There was no point in hiding the truth. “Every vampire in that provincial town knows. And they travel to New York. Often.” Baldwin paused. “In my family if you create a mess, you clean it up—or Matthew does. Those are your options.” “It’s always such a pleasure to hear from you, brother.” Baldwin merely laughed. “Is that all, milord?” “It’s ‘sieur.’ Do you need me to refresh your memory of vampire law and etiquette?” “No,” I said, spitting out the word. “Good. Tell Matthew to stop blocking my calls, and we won’t have to repeat this conversation.” The line went dead.

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one year with baldwin montclair » day 64

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By LabradoriteKing on Pinterest

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I blame the characters and their shenanigans…although just about every one-shot then reveals some new facet of their character that makes me go, “huh…was not expecting that.”

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Saaaaaaaaame 😅

one year with baldwin montclair » day 57

A copper kettle the size of a timpani drum crashed into the wall. Both brothers leaped to their feet. Marthe stood with gnarled hands on ample hips, glaring at them. “She is his wife,” she told Baldwin curtly.

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one year with baldwin montclair » day 48

baldwin + subtle art of threatning others

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one year with baldwin montclair » day 57

A copper kettle the size of a timpani drum crashed into the wall. Both brothers leaped to their feet. Marthe stood with gnarled hands on ample hips, glaring at them. “She is his wife,” she told Baldwin curtly.

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