#petershowl

[petershowl]

[kgjun]

petershowl ;; 

          ❝ Who are you? ❞

[werecxeetah]

[ petershowl ]

     ❝you!  you did this to me!❞

[thebansheeofthepack]

♔♔

Send me a ♔ if you think I pull off my character well.

AAAAAAAAAAH! Thank you! Are you even for real?!

[omegawest]

[ petershowl ]

"It's nice to meet you?" She tries to greet her father's boss but it comes out more like a question. Her father wanted her to get a job doing the same boring thing that he did, and decided setting the pair up on a dinner he funded would be the proper way to get a good impression. He'd even said his boss, Peter, sounded enthusiastic. "I'm Jade West, Mason's daughter, but I'm sure you already knew that. You're not an idiot." Fuck. Stop talking right now before you mess it up.

[petershowl]

[howtobend-blog]

petershowl replied to your post:rolls around because i want to interact with...

'#all that's left of them' ok first of all how dare you

i'm sorry pls take comfort in the fact that i am v ashamed of myself and crying

[ofdirtypaws-blog]

                         " i was hoping you'd be gone. "

[thebansheeofthepack]

petershowl said: { O U C H }

OMG I'm sorry, she just really doesn't like Peter. >_<

[scarredbyxhellfire-a]

;; Fight Fire with Fire

        It's been a long time.

Beacon Hills was nothing but a memory to Dean Winchester now. And he'd hoped to keep it that way for a long time, but here he was, back in the town he wished he'd never have to return to.

If you get a call from Chris ARgent, it's clearly important. And since he called a Winchester, it must be dangerous. Most to all hunters are good at what they do and they can handle difficult cases, but the Winchesters are the ones you call when things are getting really sticky. They've both had their run-ins with Death, They were as experienced as hunters get.

But before anyone died, before anyone went to Hell or stopped the Apocalypse, there were just young, bright-eyed hunters, ready to take on the world. More specifically, that would be Dean. And, yes, this wasn't his first time in Beacon Hills. A while back--perhaps even more than a while--he'd come here with his father for a werewolf hunt. While he was here, he'd met Kate Argent.

He knew about her plan for the fire. In fact, he helped plan it, but quickly backed out when he realized not everyone in the Hale family were werewolves. Most of them didn't deserve it. He left Beacon Hills pretty quick after that, driving out of that town thinking Kate wouldn't go throught he fire.

He was in for a shock.

Dean was alone this time. He didn't have his brother in the passenger's seat of his car, complaining about the music, or pestering Dean about getting sleep and letting him drive. No, he didn't want Sam getting invovled in anything the Argents needed help with. He learned his lesson once, so he wouldn't drag Sam into this.

Standing outside a motel however, he looked down at his phone, quickly dialing Chris's number. As soon as the call was answered Dean greeted, "Hey, Chris. I just got into town. Wherever you wanna meet, I'll be there."

        A moment of silence.

"What? Okay, who am I meeting instead?" The hunter's brow furrowed as he heard the name. "Derek Hale? Is he--yeah, okay. And you're sure it's okay?" One could never be too cautious. "Well--I'll take your word for it. Derek Hale. Got it."

It was almost reassuring to Dean. If he'd be talking to a Hale, then it must mean Kate never set the fire.

        Right?

[nuitenargxntarchive-blog]

"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."

the morning after meme.

      "That was the plan -- I'm actually on my way out."

[xlahuesera]

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For the fifth time this night her gaze slips to the mobile phone on her nightstand, still unsure if she should.... Her hand reaches out to grab the phone but before reaching it she lets it sink again, the sudden movements of the other person in her bed holding her back. What if it was the completely wrong decision? If she'd fuck up and lose everything she had built up over the past few years? It was good and it was healthy and — it wasn't him. No hot headed fights and discussions, notthing unpredictable. It was simply boring. Marisol had convinced herself that this was exactly what she needed.  This morning she had found a few old photographs that remembered her of these old times that lied years back. Out of a sudden need she grabbed the phone, dialing the old number she still had saved in her phone. She wasn't sure if it was still active. Her gaze flickered to the other side of the bed again, making sure he was asleep. She could her a little crack in the connection.  "Peter— ?", her voice was low, though she clearly wasn't nervous.