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[joshdiaz]

Taveeta Szymanowicz as Theresa Baptiste in Teen Wolf, Season 1

Theresa is not superstitious. It's easy not to be, in a small boring town like hers, until it isn't anymore. Scott McCall makes first line, Allison Argent blows into town, and suddenly everything is topsy turvy.

There is, first of all, the devastation of watching her crush get a girlfriend. She knows she doesn't have a claim on Scott, obviously, but that's kind of the worst part; even if she'd made a move, it wouldn't have mattered. When she got hit with a lacrosse ball last year during their shared practice, he'd run to help her, and a year later, she still couldn't stop thinking about it; Scott, on the other hand, was always helping someone do something, and probably hadn't thought about it since. She wasn't rooting for the guy to be unhappy, obviously, but pining had been a lot easier when no one else noticed him.

There is also the unfortunate fact that Theresa, generally, seems to be noticing a lot more these days. It's hard to accept that the rash of attacks in her town are really animals when she keeps seeing flashes of men with teeth. It's hard to focus when her thigh itches even though there's no scab there. It's hard to enjoy school dances when she has the deep, deep feeling that something is wrong. It's hard to talk to her friends when none of them are seeing what she's seeing and it's hard to figure out what she knows about what's going on when she has gaps in her memory. She'd read once that brains will sometimes do that to protect you, but she doesn't feel safer.

But it doesn't matter. Men don't have sharp teeth and she doesn't have any marks on her body and superstitions don't mean anything. This will pass, as it always does, and Beacon Hills will be boring again.

If Lydia Martin hadn't almost bled out on the lacrosse field the night of the formal, she might've been able to believe that.

@nolanhollogay

[pridebicons]

fictoplatonic greyromantic ace skipp, vinnie, & stone pride icons

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[jianlol]

.ೃ࿔ for ; @wtfxeden

jian supposed he’s just about lost count of how many times he’s wandered into the tidal dorm for a sleepover with danbi. he didn’t know if he’d ever grow tired of the different yet warming environment their place was in contrast to his own — not that phoenix’s was bad in any way, sometimes he just needed a change of scenery plus the company of his best friend. he especially enjoyed the view they had from their building, hanging out there plenty of times with danbi to talk and chill out away from everybody with just the beautiful lights of the city around them. and tonight was no different, tolerating the nipping cold shielded away with a thick blanket around his shoulders and one of danbi’s hats over freshly dyed silver hair. “finally.” he commented as he heard the familiar squeak of the door to the roof, not even looking. “i hope what snacks you insisted on getting was worth leaving me for—“ he began to rant, finally turning and his words faltered to a dry stop as he made out familiar features. “oh. it’s you.” he grumbled, turning away until his back was facing eden again. after the whole valentine’s day disaster of a dinner, he still couldn’t shake the annoyed feeling. jian had felt embarrassed and that was something he hated, looking like an absolute fool. “if you’re here to gloat again, i don’t want to hear it so go bother someone else.” he told him, his words sharp and final.

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤ" callie rang me this morning. " her spoon continued to mindlessly stir at the last few pieces of cereal still swimming in the milk from her bowl, gaze glued to the soggy grains; unable to bring herself to look at him from across the kitchen island. " she said that she'd seen you with another girl. "

closed starter for @fxcdboys.

[everseens]

"oh my goodness, this is so embarrassing.." clare admitted out loud as she saw the firetruck pull up to the tree. she found herself in a bit of a tricky situation, simply trying to catch her cat who had ran away and up a tree.. turns out now they were both stuck. with her cat held safely in her arms, her eyes suddenly widened at the familiar figure standing at the foot of the tree. "uh-- do we know each other?" she asked from above, but of course she knew who that was-- a longtime crush from high school, but never expected to see them again. not expecting them to remember her, she wondered if she even should've mentioned it in the first place. / @blindspct

[missdcalls]

"no but like, i'm for real." jacob leans forward, wiggling his eyebrows at the other. he's a little tipsy, but doesn't seem to care at the moment. he's having fun for the first time in a long time, and with his best friend. "i've always thought you were cute, but never wanted to say anything, you know? make shit awkward. you know if i would have confessed that shit at like, sixteen or seventeen, we wouldn't have known what to do. probably would have avoided each other like the plague." chuckling, he takes a swig of his beer before continuing. "and we were always in relationships, and then i went off and joined the military. there never seemed like a good time to tell you how i felt." // @grcveyacd (based x)

[venusvolta]

sowon will give jung yoojin this, the girl has a flair for the dramatic.

there's a murmuring amongst the general populace, most of the initiates have drunk too much and now there's a certain amount of fear and indignations being spewed at the table but in true form, sowon could care less. if some kid drowns it won't be on her conscious, it's not as if she told the dumbasses to drink when a ritual still had yet to be announced and she's not the idiot who provided anyone with drinks before telling them to go swim in a freezing lake either. whatever happens, happens to the flock of idiots that stand before her and no one else.

instead of waiting and watching for the rest of the fallout, sowon excuses herself from the table and walks out to the veranda to overlook the darkened woods that lead to lake cheongpyeong. thank god she's not an initiate, she thinks, there are a thousand stupid things she'd do for the chance to be in a club, but being dumb enough to swim in a lake in december while drunk might just be where she would've drawn the line four years ago.

she stares into the darkness of dense trees and what should be a lake for a moment, trying to see if she can see clearly into the night enough to guess what the conditions might be like but the absence of light leaves her unable to make out anything.

turning on her heel she thinks she ought to find clothes better suited for a nighttime hike when she sees him out of the corner of her eye. jin yohan sits in the corner, drink in hand and even from the briefest glance sowon can see in no uncertain terms that he is pissed.

"what?" she asks in a deadpanned voice, "are you worried that your recruits can't swim or are you worried they've got the sense to realize how stupid and dangerous this ritual is? because if it's the latter don't worry i doubt they do."

she walks closer to him, and leans against the wall looking down at him. "if anything hyungseo should have third best shot after hajoon and seunghan respectfully."

ECHOLALIA ft. @silenthowls

[cemeterysgirl]

ㅤㅤit was late out, with the bright moon illuminating her fresh bruises whilst the cold night air nipped at them. an unwanted reminder of her existence. as if she needed one. but the pain helped to remind her that she was, in fact, alive. whether she wanted to be or not. she was stood on the balcony that overlooked the motels parking lot, her figure being arrhythmically lit up by the flickering light overhead as she bent over the railing a tad — half-lit cigarette dangling between coffin-shaped nails before she puffed it back to life.

ㅤㅤtight fitting skirt was hiked up enough to expose the still red cheeks of her plump ass, matching scars scattering the back of her thighs as she bent over the bannister when she spotted a familiar, and handsome, face. " hey, " smoke spilt from matte black lips as she spoke, whistling to get his attention regardless of the time. " cigarette boy. " or at least that's how she remembered him. a conversation and a smoke. she was terrible at names. " you feel like sharing tonight? i'm down to my last smoke. " a veiled way of asking for company. sometimes it was just nice to be with someone that wasn't paying.

closed starter for @egojock.

[marcovolta]

@bleedingwings location: What's Cookin'? notes: Night before the grand opening

Everything had worked out in the end, barring the odd intrusive thought, Marco was thriving. Abel was made sovereign and truthfully it was a good fit, naturally Marco had agreed that the Tower was the best fit. If Vivianne was stepping down, then it was hard to imagine anyone else standing where she had once stood. The necromancers were gone, the drow were at some tentative piece with the elves - elves who had their own home for the first time in ages. The senate was changing, really changing, Marco never thought he'd see something like that in his lifetime.

Still, he thought about the way he'd spoken to Sariel in the street outside his home in the days leading up to the fight. He didn't remember their discourse outside the Pyramid, and maybe that was for the best.

"You came." Marco said with a smile as he looked up, he'd worn a suit because he thought... Well it just felt appropriate. He'd asked Sariel to come to What's Cookin' to taste the menu ahead of tomorrow's big opening, he'd been experimenting with dishes for a few years now, trying to make the perfect menu. He thought maybe he'd finally succeeded. Bashfully, Marco felt inclined to admit something, "I didn't think you would... But I'm glad you did, sorry but it uh... It's just gonna be us tonight."

[gccdwitch]

@vvhimsicals

A whole week passed since the Sutton incident and Brooks still feels like shit, the guild eating him alive from the inside. He’s tried talking with his sister but she’d just evaded his calls and texts until finally blocking him. His mom had called specifically to tell him all about how disappointed she was. His friends hadn’t been particularly helpful either, unable to provide much more than a seemingly endless supply of booze and the occasional I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Telling them about his relationship at last had been nice, though. It was a relief to speak about Nehir openly now that he wasn’t scared they were going to slip and tell Sutton either unintentionally (Venus) or not so unintentionally (August) or that they were going to scold him for going behind his sister’s back (Mary who did it anyway despite how obviously regretful Brooks was).

He’s spent that week basking in his own misery. Aside from going along with work-related task so their manager doesn’t end up screaming at him, too, Brooks has been by himself. He didn’t feel like going out, he didn’t feel like talking. Not even with Nehir. His replies to her had been short and far in between and, while he is aware that is a complete 180 from his usual self, he can’t do anything more. Every time he thinks about her, the knot in his throat tightens, and his mind eventually goes down a Should we break up? spiral. And he doesn’t want to think like that, at all. It made him feel like a shit boyfriend.

He's in the middle of his new routine (rotating between three apps while rotting on the couch) when he hears the doorbell. Had he ordered something and forgotten? Had one of his friends ordered something for him? No one’s warned him about that or about coming over. He waits until he hears another persistent ring to finally get up and trudge towards the front door. One look through the peephole and he sighs, mentally steeling himself. “Hi. I thought you were going to be a serial killer,” Brooks jokes, forcing a smile as he leans against the door frame. “What’s up? You didn’t tell me you were coming over...”

[sussymaru]

wheeeee @valensemblestars gift exchange! AND I GOT MY SWEETHEART @scamoosh ILYSM I HOPE U ENJOY THE THROUPLE OF ALL TIME 

[supercutts]

         it always happens so fast — too fast. her body reacts on instinct, just like any other person, but the consequences of her hunger are always more grave. katherine is still coming to terms with it as she wipes trembling hands on her blood - stained dress ( the only pretty garment in her possession that she prematurely swore she wouldn't ruin ) and hurriedly buries the leftover bones under dirt and dead grass. in the distance there's light and laughter, the smell of pretzels and cotton candy light and pleasant but not enough to hide the piercing scent of blood on her hands. she's still on her knees as a figure emerges from the shadows. ❛ don't come any closer. ❜ her words are anything but firm, tears welling in her eyes like they always do after she feeds. ❛ stay away. ❜ @ptolemvea

[jianlol]

.ೃ࿔ for ; @wtfxeden

jian knew sharing a bus would be a bad idea. even if it made sense, he suspected the real reason was more content for infinite’s little show. in all honesty, he forgot about it. that was probably because he’d been refrained from interviews or filming. last time, he’d messed it up on purpose. solely for the fact he wasn’t in the mood so of course he had to make it everyone’s problem. however, they chose the worst groups to do this with considering some members had beef with others. the vocalist wondered if they managed to get any good footage of anything of them together. at least it was over and they were on the way back to their hotel away from cameras — especially the hidden ones he’s sure they’ve planted to get some “natural” shots. he was pulled out of his sleepy state, being comfortably cocooned in coats and his favorite blanket from his home in shenzhen, snuggled against chanwoo’s side. but his group member wasn’t there, he sulked as he was ushered off the bus and escorted into the motel lobby under an umbrella.

and the absolute audacity that his manager had grabbed his wrist to deposit an old key on his palm with the tired words, “you’re sharing with eden. we’re leaving first thing in the morning so please for everyone’s sanity, go to sleep.” jian blinked in disbelief, whipping around to stare at the man in question before looking back at the staff. “you want me to room with him? you can’t be serious.”

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤ" your majesty... you're the last thing i think about when i fall asleep, and i always wake up wet. how can i possibly marry your son now? "

closed starter for @irrwicht.

[everseens]

"you shouldn't be with me.." kian began, head slightly dropped in defeat and a bit of pain. "relationships never work out for me and i don't want to hurt you.. you deserve better." / @blindspct

[manscend]

@vagabottoms 13B from here

Behind the studio Reagan was on his knees already, mouth spread wide as Chase shoved his cock into the back of the other model's throat. They were both in this scene, models, and if there wasn't someone that Chase could bend over to get a leg up on, then he'd settle for the next best thing. "You like that fat cock?" Chase's fingers were tightly woven through Reagan's blonde hair, grinning wide as he looked down at the other on his knees in front of him. The other was all... meat, hard muscle and chiseled features like he'd been carved out of stone. Yet here he was, sucking cock like a pro.