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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

[idolsummons]

and now, for summoning a little different... ｡･ﾟ✫ @tentacletrench

Raising demons from the hells, allowing them to take your body only to entrap them until you decide to release them and using them for whatever gain you may have desired (or simply just to train your resilience) was a task so simple that even a child could master it - such as it was in her eyes, anyway. Summoning something worthy of worship - new or old, current or forgotten - was another story and it, too, was a skill which she wished to gain mastery of. The most important thing was to start simple. She couldn't go about summoning elder gods on her first try, for it would certainly fail. It was important to approach one's task with an idea in mind, and thankfully, Hana had come about something perfect just weeks prior. She had heard whispers on one of her not-so-usual shopping trips about a patron saint of obscurity and, perhaps ironically, she was left with few details, leaving the figure in such obscurity. Which gave Hana, a world-famous idol who desired for some sort of privacy at times, an idea. Into the wilds she waded, into the darkest, muddiest parts of the fields, lit only by the stars and the moon on that fine night, drawing with a stick the requisite symbol; and to the earth she returned a sacrifice of blood (but not her own blood, though she would not disclose where this blood came from), all the while speaking the words which would summon the being of obscurity - if not willing to grant her a gift, then perhaps willing to come to some kind of a deal...

[pridebicons]

fictoplatonic greyromantic ace skipp, vinnie, & stone pride icons

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[astralfms]

@loversfms // winter wonderland grounds !

"would  you  STOP,  please,  —"  he's  nearly  out  of  breath  and  wondering  how  a  woman  so  small  can  move  so  quickly.  her  anger  is  entirely  his  fault,  and  there's  no  way  for  julian  to  pretend  that  it  isn't.  he  still  can't  fathom  how  he'd  forgotten  about  their  plans,  and  felt  even  worse  that  she'd  seen  him  here at the same time he was meant to be with her.  “teddy,  I'M  SORRY,  can  you  just  stop  and  talk  to  me  ?”

[swcctcrbittcr]

@gcdfvcked liked this post for a starter muse: tia reynolds inspo: x & x (private, 10)

the three of them are on vacation and the views are incredible. tia can't believe how lucky she is, to be here with her bosses on vacation, experiencing the world in a new way, plus she didn't mind helping them with their needs...

it's early morning, dew and fog settling over the scenic mountain view as she steps onto the balcony, arms resting against the railing. they're not the only ones in the villa, but it seems like she's the only one up right, thin see-through baby-doll dress dawning her warm skin as she admires the scenery before her. it's only a moment later she hears someone join her, looking over her shoulder with a sly smile. "and here i thought i was the only early bird here."

[sureabel]

who: @ncvaxchen when: morning

A flash: her clothes. A flash: her hair. It was not definitive, but nothing ever seemed to be until the fliers went up or the funerals were planned or, worse yet, someone from the parish told him. A source of comfort, a person to lean on. He was neither of those things when the sun started to set -- all he could do was play pretend. A flash: the moon above. A flash: alone. His hunger was strong, but not strong enough to pounce. And perhaps -- perhaps Abel could do as he believed he, himself, longed for; perhaps Abel could save her. There were some beyond saving, some he didn't care enough to tame his nightly hunger over, but this one... "I don't suppose you've got a moment to spare?" As much as he would try to not sound like the Baptist version of a Jehovah's witness ( he knew how people felt about those ), it was gonna be a challenge. "I'm Abel Barnes," he said, sticking his hands out, "and I was just hoping to chat with you for a second."

[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.

[micahsawyer]

@savagecuhnt, continued from here.

micah's halfway to making a snide remark about sex when he suddenly feels weightless, like gravity has ceased to exist, and then his body crashes into the wall, stealing him of the breath in his lungs. it happens so quickly he barely registers the pain in his skull like he'd hit his head. if this is a sex thing, micah thinks, what a sick way to get a concussion. his head tilts like his body knows she aims to lick her way over the side of his neck, sending a shiver through him, and he finds that he can't move but his head and his fingers. for a second all he can think about is how odd it feels to be vulnerable. being at someone else's mercy. and how his body seems to be buzzing with that dark, dangerous kind of high that only something inhuman could evoke within him. and then rosalyn is pawing at the switchblade in his jeans, cracking jokes in that enchanting voice of hers. his lips twitch slowly into a grin as if he'd only been waiting for her to catch him and her visible excitement easily spurs him on. "if you're asking if i brought it to carve you up a little, the answer's yes." to be fair, micah was going to ask first… but he'd only decided that after dinner. "i think you'd look real hot covered in blood, baby. is it gonna be mine instead?"

[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)

[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.

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[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...”

[lindsohalloran]

who hannah @hannahxinterrupted when mr. wexley's birthday bash where the atrium

❝ can we please? please, uncle lindy? ❞ and oh, but he can never refuse such a polite request like that, can he? it would be a lie to claim that lindsay has been anything other than distant and on edge with nearly everyone but his niece for the past few weeks ― after such a foolishly self-sustained injury, he found it difficult to do anything other than retreat and ( figuratively ) lick his wounds ― but the promise of some excitement and enrichment for maisie has coaxed him out of his shell and into the festivities of the atrium. he follows along behind his niece as she bounds through the decorated space, a rare smile twitching at his own lips at the sight of her unbridled delight, before he slows to a stop in front of what appears to be a make-shift craft station. caricatures?

❝ somebody heard tell tha' ye do portraits over here? ❞ it's posed as a question on his niece's behalf, but even lindsay himself can't deny the sentimentality of such an offering. he possesses but a single photo of the pair of them, a wrinkled old thing preserving a snapshot of the moment he first met her. maisie bounces eagerly ahead of him, already rushing up to the woman sat behind an easel. ❝ were wonderin' if ye had an openin' in yer books, as it were. somebody is an eager model. ❞

[sussymaru]

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