#piss wolf

[bogbatz]

[sweetzzzone]

felix clinging onto vincent every chance he gets and snarling at anyone who even looks at vincent. but due to felix not looking the most intimidating it typically leads to people laughing at him, which pisses both fix and vincent off. after that its a coin toss of if the person will just back off and lix and vin will just let it be. or if itll really piss lix and vin off leading to them letting their tempers get the better of them

[sweetzzzone]

vincent and cove please :3

Reblog with a picture of your f/o(s) (no more than three) and I'll assign them a locket necklace (for a picture of you to go in, of course!)

[protagaster]

[Seconds after Odysseus' and Penelope's loving embrace, having finally been reunited after almost 20 years]

Odysseus, panicking: Penelope! You’re bleeding!

Penelope, completely calm: Don’t worry love, it’s not my blood.

[mochii-derogatory]

what if. impossibly tender fanart for rarepair with 3 fans worldwide. would you still love me mochiifandom

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

‘the black bastard of the wall’ moniker is the exact opposite of the ‘white wolf’ moniker and this perfectly highlights the irreconcilable differences between book Jon and show Jon

[shatter-song]

[teddybeartoji]

i love love love when suguru is some lovesick sweetheart buuut... the temptation to make him into a piece of shit is soo strong lmao IT'S JUST SO FUNNNN OKAY he can be so awful<33333333333

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

monster high (live action) + text posts (pt 2)

(1 3 4 5)

[sweetzzzone]

lays on my f/os like theyre doggy beds

[patolemus]

Stiles sits in the front row at the funeral.

He’s next to Mellisa, who hasn’t been able to stop crying since she got the news. Stiles’ dad had organized the whole thing, talking with the funerary home and picking up the coffin and the arrangements. He’d only asked Melissa what she wanted on the headstone.

Raphael had showed up the day after. For the first time in his life, he’d looked a mess, hair everywhere and clothes wrinkled as he stormed into the house asking what had happened to his son, tears already gathering in his eyes before he even got a look at Melissa’s face. Stiles hadn’t made fun of him. Stiles hadn’t said anything at all. Raphael sits on Melissa’s other side now, and she grips his hand tight enough it turns white. He hasn’t been back for five years.

God, Scott hadn’t seen his had for five years, and now he’s dead. Scott’s dead.

Stiles thinks it still hasn’t sunk in. He’s in the middle of his best friend’s funeral - it’s closed casket because his body was so mangled up that the EMPs could barely recognize him. Stiles had heard his dad on the phone with one of his deputies talking about it, before he’d realized just whose body they were talking about - and it still hasn’t clicked that Scott won’t be coming out of his casket, that this isn’t some kind of sick practical joke for getting him out of bed the night before school started.

Stiles is not crying. He hasn’t cried once since hearing the news. His dad is crying, sitting on his other side. Scott’s like a second son to him.

Was. Scott was like a second son to him. Was because he’s gone now. Because he’s dead.

Scott’s dead.

His best friend since preschool is dead. His brother is dead. The kindest, most caring person in the world is dead. Stiles goaded him into going to the preserve to look for half a dead body - and God, he’s such an asshole. A dead body? What was he even thinking? - and now Scott doesn’t even get to show his face at his own funeral because whatever killed him barely left any of him to bury.

If only he’d stayed. If only he’d told his dad Scott was with him that night instead of leaving him there. But no, Stiles hadn’t wanted Scott to get grounded because he dragged him out of bed, so he’d kept quiet. Even when he’d seen the pair of red eyes and that— that thing in the corner of his eye. Stiles hadn’t said anything. He thought they’d laugh about it at lunch the next day.

Now Scott’s dead.

Scott is dead.

And Stiles knows exactly what did it.

(He’s going to fucking kill it.)

[thegreatyin]

good job scoundrel! you've successfully ruined yourself!! again!!!

at this point, it's one of their best talents.

[angstloving]

Jeff Davis is dumb as hell like why the fuck would you create all this chemistry scenes between characters cough* thiam* cough and just lets it go to waste???? like HUH??

[c-e-victor]

i’m a fucking idiot i just made the connection between lykos and the howlers. it only took three books

[sordidmusings]

Sending off Moon Moon

In keeping with the trend of life updates on the blog, I bring some sad sad news: my pet wolf spider Moon Moon has died 😞 she was such a pretty and active bugger and did me such a good job of carrying on!! True spiders don’t live long enough :(( I’m very happy to have spent a year and some months cooing love at her that she’d never understand 💀

My fav memories of her include her giving me a damn heart attack when she finally made a perfectly hidden and closed burrow and I thought she somehow Houdini-ed herself out of a magnetically closed enclosure, watching her preen herself to keep up her status as Beautiful Very Wonderful Proper High Class Lady, watching her get startled by prey items a third her size because she (like most of my spiders) is a damn scaredy cat, and getting to hold this fast flighty son of a bitch for a brief moment on enclosure changes. I’d like to say she was a Good Girl about it, but this little brat has a Need for Speed and always tried to yeet herself into the dangers of being free in my house 😤 she’s scared of meal worms, what did she think she was gonna do trapped in a house with giants?? If only it were possible for her to have conceptualized such things lol

Below the cut is Moon Moon content so an arachnophobia warning for y’all who ain’t about my eight legged children lol

I was surprised to see I didn’t take many photos or vids of her cuz I def stared at her a lot and def meant to 💀 I’m gonna blame being hypnotized watching so no grabbing phone 🤷🏼‍♀️ but I did have one pretty good vid of her preening so I cut that down to post. Here’s the beauty queen!!

Sorry not sorry for the stupid mumbles 🤷🏼‍♀️

Also, thanks to all the moots who let me gush about her and my other 8 legged babies 💙💙💙

[lulublack90]

Prompt 7 - Trophy Room

@wolfstarmicrofic September 7, word count 489

Previous part First Wolfstar part

Regulus and James had not returned by the time Sirius and Remus had walked around the whole forest adding wards and protection charms and anything else they could think of to protect their pack.

He pulled out his mirror and called into the glass. “James Fleamont Potter, where the hell are you?!” No answer. He tried again. “Put my sodding brother down and answer me!” His reflection disappeared to be replaced by familiar grey eyes. 

“Shut up you irritating gnat!” Regulus hissed at him. “We’re sneaking into Hogwarts so stop screaming down the mirror,” Regulus’s face disappeared to be replaced by his own worried blue eyes. 

“I think they’re trying to find the diadem alone.” He confided in Remus. “They were supposed to wait for us,” Sirius hated not knowing what was going on. There was no plan, no time frame, no contingency plan. If he hadn’t tried to get hold of James, he’d never have known what they were up to. Well, fine, if they were going to leave him out, then he’d go after the cup. 

“Do not do something stupid,” Remus warned. 

“I wasn’t going to,” He huffed, annoyed that Remus could read him like an open book. 

“Yes, you were. Please just wait to see what they bring back,” Remus begged him, but Sirius had already made up his mind. 

“Rorbey!” He called into the trees. It took a few seconds before the elf appeared with a pop. 

“Master Sirius!” He chirped excitedly. 

“Rorbey, do you know where my parents are?” He asked, bending down so he was at eye level with the elf. He noticed the bandage wrapped around the top of his arm. “What happened?” He asked, concerned.  

“They are at the summer Manor, Master Sirius sir,” The elf tried to cover the bandage with his hand, but Sirius already knew what had happened—his mother. 

“Rorbey, I need to speak with my Father in private. Could you tell me when he’s alone in the house?” The little elf bobbed his head in a nod. 

“He’s alone right now sir. Mistress has gone to meet with Lady Malfoy. She will be gone all day, she says.” A grin crept across Sirius's face. 

“Take me to my father,” He said, ignoring Remus’s protestations. Rorbey did as he was told and apparated Sirius into the vast country manor. 

“He’s in his trophy room,” The elf said before disappearing into the shadows. Sirius walked boldly down the corridor to the room Rorbey specified. 

Orion Black’s trophy room held only first editions of his favourite books. They were his prized possessions, and he displayed them as such. His trophies. Sirius pushed the door open and leaned against the door jamb. 

“Hello, Father,” He grinned, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. Orion jumped, dropping the book he was levitating in front of him. 

“Sirius!” He gasped. Sirius walked into the room and shut the door behind him. 

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