#school was mid work sucked + found out one of my boy band boys died.

[inkats]

update on this. i would say 4 big losses today and then. 1 small win.

i really need a win can something turn up inkats please.

[im-tops-bottom]

Dear @puppy-bitch24

Logan watches as Iron Man comes flying in to help out against Doom bots. He watches at how breathtakingly beautiful Tony works that suit as he takes down bots left, right and center whilst letting everyone know of any sneak up behind them at the same time as being a complete little shit.

"about time you show up shell head"

"oh go suck a dick birdbrain. Or maybe I can suck yours. Haven't decided yet."

"chatter!"

"sorry Cap."

"sorry star spangled banner. It was birdies fault."

"you wanna go you little shit"

"guys what did I just say?"

Logan can't help but chuckle as he hears Clint and Tony apologize over comms. That laugh dies down at what Tony says and does next.

He watches Tony land down beside Steve. Watches how well they work together. There is a reason they are co-captains. Both smart, great at multitasking and work so well with each other that they can come up with new battle strategies midbattle and still pull it off without any need for practice.

"oh come on Rogers. You know your dick is the only one I need in my life"

"oh wow how rude Tony. I thought we were best friends. What happened to broes before hoes?"

"it died out Barton. Once he got that patriotic dick he never wanted anything else"

"oh god babe I would love it if you could shut up"

"I'll keep embarrassing you if you don't stop the chatter"

"fine"

"good boy"

Yup that will definitely leave a sour taste, Logan thinks as he hears Clint laughing through comms before Steve tells Jarvis to mute Clint until he calms down. Logan can't help but start to think what Steve and Tony see in each other. They are as on and off as Rachel and Ross on friends. Well with the exception that when they get into fights they go hard. Broken bones and bruises get involved if no one is there to stop them.

Sometimes Logan wants to just drag Tony off and claim him. Make him his. Make sure Steve doesn't come back for him. Give him a good reason to leave Tony. Give Tony a reason to do better. He's better. But he can't. He knows he can't. He doesn't want to hurt Tony. No matter how much of a brat he becomes. Oh speaking of brat....

"Tony get back here right now! Thats an order! Tony!"

Logan watches Tony go into the giant Doom tent where doom currently has something hiding in there. Tony's comm becomes fuzzy and Jarvis starts saying that the tent is running interference.

"shit"

After a few minutes a blast happens and something goes flying through the air and not stopping.

"shit it's Tony"

Since Hulk, Thor, Loki and Stephen aren't here, it only leaves Logan who starts running and

"got him!"

Logan is shocked as he had just seen Steve climb on top of a bus and tackle the iron suit out of mid air. He heads up to them and sees that Steve hit the ground first while the suit landed on top of him.

Steve gets up and quickly rolls the suit over. It's still too hot so Steve looks up at Logan. It's his time to shine as he brings out his claws and starts tearing the suit apart while Clint, Natasha, Bucky make sure no one gets to them.

They see Tony is badly hurt and Steve starts calling for medics. Logan stands up and stares at Steve saying for him to look after while he goes for Doom. Steve nods as he begins to head over to the tent while taking out bots along the way.

As soon as he gets in he sees Doom laughing as he starts the machine. He starts running to try and stop it but has to stop as a bright light blinds him.

He wakes up to a room that he recognizes so well. 'was it just a dream? No wait. It can't be. I left the mutant school and moved in to the compound' he quickly sits up and sees a newspaper that gets sent to him.

"2012? Sudden realization dawns on him and he groans "it was a god damn time machine"

"is everything alright Logan?"

He looks up and was about to breathe out 'pheonix' but keeps it to himself. It hasn't happened yet. Right in front of him is the lady he was so in love with back then. It's in the past. Speaking of past, he quickly gets up and gets ready.

"yeah. Sorry I just got somewhere to be."

He sees that surprised look across Jean's face and can't help to care. Not when he can try and change the course of the future. He's done it before. Why not do it again. Maybe this time things will change for the better. He rushes past Jean and heads to the garage to get his bike and drive off to the one place he knows everyone would be.

-20 minutes into the future-

"Fury sir, we got someone from the X-Men claiming to be from the future and has come to help"

"future?"

"yes sir"

"and how do you know he isn't lying?"

"because it's wolverine and he mentioned Loki sir"

-5 minutes later-

"so what do you know about loki?"

"that he's Thor's brother who is under mind control by thanos who plans to remove 50% of the planet with the help of stones and a gauntlet. He needs his staff which has the stone that controls him and helps him control others. There are plenty more intel I can share."

"and why did you decide to come to show and tell?"

"because maybe I can save the world faster and also prevent Tony Stark from getting even more ptsd when he tries to save the world"

"Tony Stark? The g-"

"genius, billionaire blah blah blah. Yeah heard that all before and believe me when I say don't buy it for a minute. You are a spy aren't you?"

He smirks as he sees Natashas eyes go wide as Clint mutters an "hes awesome" while sitting back on his chair.

"and why should we trust you? Tony Stark doesn't play well with others. Tony Stark is not recommended. To-"

"Tony Stark needs to stop talking in third person"

Logan says as he stands up and turns around to see the man himself. Still looking as gorgeous as ever and he let's out a little gasp that he quickly covers up as he sees a small smirk on the man's face.

"why should we believe you?"

"what if I told you some hard hitting facts?"

"oh yeah? Like what?"

Logan sees a challenge and decides to go full on.

"I can say a few things that you have told me that no one has ever known?"

He sees Tony's smile falter and his eye brow raise as he crosses his arms.

"name one"

"I can name several. Where would we like to begin?"

"dealers choice fuzz ball"

Logan smirks as he stands right in front of Tony.

"well for starters you hate everyone in the team"

"I'm not apart of the merry band of misfits claws. You gotta be more specific if you want us to believe it"

Alright Tony you asked for it.

"you hate Black Widow for saving you when you had palladium poisoning. You were ready to let go and die. You had already made a will to leave everything to Pepper and Rhodey. You hate Clint because he slept with you and while you started liking him and warming up to him, you find out his little secret that he was working alongside his girlfriend Natasha and they needed to go undercover to get every little bit of information they can out of you."

He sees the guilty expressions across both spies faces and rolls his eyes. Thry deserve it for lying to him. Nat gets bonus points for keeping him alive.

"you like Bruce because he never did anything wrong....yet. now this is where we get to the good bit"

Just as Logan says that Fury, Maria and Steve walk in.

"you hate Steve Rogers. You hate him because of what happened during your childhood. Your dad was so in love with him that he hated you. He called you a disappointment, a drunk regret. Tells you when he is drunk why weren't you like Steve Rogers. He blamed you being born for stopping any chance of him getting together with Steve. They only time he smiled in your presence was if someone mentioned Steve or Cap. Other than that he was always drunk and angry around you. One night it got so bad that he let one of his friends have their way with you. You were only just a kid."

He sees Steve's face look like a kicked puppy. He looked so sad and wanted nothing but to cuddle Tony. Maybe Steve has always had a thing for the short brunette.

"at first there was only one reason you didn't mind Steve and that came in the form of one Bucky Barnes. When you were a kid, he was your favorite. You had a Bucky bear that Jarvis had given to you. As you grew up you realized that you had a huge crush in him. This started off your liking for men. As you got older you started getting into women as well. You were glad that Steve went missing and was in whatever frozen waters but you were sad that Bucky went missing and presumed dead"

"dead? What do you mean presumed dead?"

"I'll tell you after I'm done with the resident genius."

He feels somewhat guilty for making Tony cry but he can't stop. Not without the final striking blow.

"you hate Steve Rogers because as soon as he was found and unfrozen, as soon as you two met, you knew you couldn't hate him. He had taken your breath away. You fell so hard that you don't know what to do with yourself. You keep quiet about it because it's Steve Rogers and you just don't want to like him because he ruined your childhood"

Logan pats Tony on the back as he sits back down on the chair.

"how about you guys run along and I carry on with my interrogation?"

Everyone leaves as he turns back to Natasha.

"now where were we?"

-1 hour later-

After Logan spills about what's about to go down on the helicarrier soon and helps come up with a plan, he makes his way out to get some air. He sits on the edge and watches the clouds move under his dangling legs. He thinks about what happened back in the interrogation room. He thinks about Tony's facial expressions throughout the whole thing amd how he acted later on. Speaking of Tony....

"hey speaker of truths, mind some company?"

Logan doesn't start anything as he knows Tony enough that he isn't surprised when the smaller sits down next to him anyway.

"so I see we talk alot in the future"

"at times I can't even get you to shut up. It takes good ol' Rogers to tell you to pipe it that you calm down"

"do we ever you know get together?"

"who's we?"

"Steve and I ?"

Logan takes a breath before he tells Tony everything. From how they become fuck buddies, to getting together. From their Rocky relationship to them breaking up Everytime they have a fight to them getting together again days later after some apology sex.

"did you and I ever have a thing?"

"we didn't get together officially. We only had flings here and there whenever you and Steve broke up. You always thought that that was the final straw only to find out the next day sometimes Steve would come over to my place and drag you out proclaiming he's going to kick my ass if i ever touch his things ever again"

"but I'm my own person. I am not a thing nor do I belong to anyone"

"that's what I told him but he can get really possessive. Don't worry, I saw his facial expressions back there. It looks like he likes you too"

"what should I do?"

"Maybe go have a word with him. It may make you feel better. Maybe it won't. It won't hurt to try though."

”thanks. I'll go do that."

[humanafterall]

hiya drew, what are a couple bands/songs you'd recommend for someone interested in getting into classic rock? I hope you're having a great day

hey anon! this is an extremely loaded question! sdfjdfkgjd (and i’m really flattered you’re askin me, because, omg, it’s an honor)

(under a read more bc i talk too god damn much)

okay. lemme preface this by saying i barely scratch the surface when it comes to classic rock. in fact i just like the “popular” classic rock bands, because i’m a hipster loser (and i grew up on some of this stuff and don’t really have much of an interest venturing further but hey, who knows, maybe i’ll expand my spotify library in due time)

there are people on this website in the CR fandom who are so much better equipped to answer this, but u asked me, and i never really bothered to integrate into the cr fandom anyway because i feel like theyre all cooler than me and i just wanna sit down and listen to like, the same two albums on repeat, but anyway. to answer your question…

it really just depends on what genre you like. what kind of music you want to get into; i can sit here and tell you to listen to pink floyd and go on about their significance but i can’t make you Like them yknow?

so…..i’m just gonna list a few of my favorite songs by the most well-known classic rock bands because, like i said i just kind of barely scratch the surface on the classic rock format as a whole

as some of you may be aware, i am drew “beatlefucker” angelshane (thanks ana) and to get these bug boys out of the way, i’ll give u some song recs from the beatles! (early 1960s to 1970) (genres: rock, pop, psychedelia)

surely you’ve heard of them; if not, they caused a huge uproar across the world called beatlemania. think of like…tumblr, as a planet, and the beatles is the newest, hottest anime of the season, and everybody’s got a huge heart boner for them. because that’s basically what it was.

here are some of their songs that have been in my head for the past few days: drive my car (rubber soul, 1965); eleanor rigby (revolver, 1966); and if i fell (a hard day’s night, 1964)

revolver is the most recent album i’ve listened to, they have more but the next proper Album is sgt. pepper and that feels…like. so much. it’s a Huge Album, both content-wise and…history-wise? anyway, it’s very intimidating for me and i think i want to take my time with it before i rush in

i’m just gonna get led zeppelin (late 1960s to 1980, some reunions sprinkled here and there,) out of the way, now, too. (genres: hard rock, blues rock, folk rock, heavy metal)

let me just say right here: i hate jimmy page. as a person. and i honestly think most of his solos aren’t…that great. but for real, i won’t tolerate any of that ugly shithead on my blog and just because i like LZ doesn’t mean i condone any of the shit he did.

(you’ll notice a trend, especially in the older bands, that controversy is super common. u can’t..really get into classic rock without having to see the darker side of your faves. it sucks, nobody’s perfect, and i don’t agree with separating the artist from the art, but it does get hard to like certain music when you know the shit that happened with certain artists.)

Anyway! that being said, i truthfully only really listen to led zeppelin and led zeppelin ii. some physical graffiti but, eh. So, if you wanted to get into lz, you’re askin the wrong person, is what i’m saying jfkgsdj

here’s my song recs: good times bad times and dazed and confused (led zeppelin, 1968); whole lotta love and ramble on (led zeppelin ii, 1969); kashmir (physical graffiti, 1975)

and honestly the JP thing is why i don’t really listen to LZ much outside of their self titled and lz2. cos like. i just can’t.

QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN (1970s to…now? personally, if freddie mercury isn’t involved then..is it really queen) (genre: rock)

if you don’t know who queen is, you know who queen is. bohemian rhapsody? of course you know that song. everyone does.

but if you don’t then that’s perfectly ok too. it’s a good song imo. not their Best, but it’s good

i gotta be honest, i listen to singles mostly. i’ve got a lot on my proverbial plate and while i Love freddie mercury (bi king) sometimes i’m just. not in the headspace for queen. they’re good but a certain specific set of circumstances need to happen where i feel aligned with queen music enough to listen to it. also, freddie’s death makes me really sad and if i think about it too hard i’ll get depressed.

here’s my favorite queen songs!!!

brighton rock and killer queen (sheer heart attack, 1974); you’re my best friend (a night at the opera, 1975); somebody to love and GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY (a day at the races, 1976); TOO MUCH LOVE WILL KILL YOU (made in heaven, 1996)

honestly..queen is so influential and inspiring and i fucking love freddie mercury so like. those are just a few of my favorites. i could honestly go on forever about it but let’s stop there

now let’s get away from the boys and talk about stevie nicks because she is my mother and i would die in her place given the chance. i love her. I Love Her.

but i mean you’d probably better begin at fleetwood mac (late 1960s to the mid 1990s; late 1990s to …now?) (genres: pop rock, soft rock, blues rock, art pop, british blues)

this is a band i don’t know much about. because there’s apparently so much to know about them, so much inter-band dynamic drama. from what i’ve skimmed. So Much Drama.

i…can’t provide any songs for you, because i dont listen to fleetwood mac and i need to fix this ASAP but i feel like the time isn’t right yet. is that dumb of me to think? probably, but i’m gonna stick by my guns.

you should listen to fleetwood mac and tell me what you think!!!

(yes i included a portion on stevie nicks without giving song recs because i’m awful: listen to edge of seventeen, bella donna, 1981)

okay back to smelly dudes cos that’s all the world fuckin cares about i guess

pink floyd!!! (mid 1960s to mid 1990s, mid 2000s, and early/mid 2010s) (genres: progrock, art rock, psychedelic rock)

i mean i love them but i’m just dipping my toes in the water here. i’ve barely listened to them, but from what i’ve heard they’re very good. VERY politically driven. i cannot stress this enough. they’re the good kind of politics i think though

you’ve most definitely seen the album art for the dark side of the moon. like, you just have. there’s probably no way you couldn’t have. (but if u haven’t thats fine)

here’s some tunes: money (tdsotm, 1973); the wall. just. the wall. if you love concept albums, here you go. listen to the wall.

that’s all i got. pathetic, i know, but i’m workin my way up i promise

here’s where we get into more familiar territory. ..having said that, i don’t really know much about the history of the rolling stones, but a good friend of mine Does and maybe i can pry info out of her. but i won’t bc she’s too cool 4 school and she’s really great

anyway, the rolling stones!!! (early 1960s to like. now i guess) (genres: rock, blues, blues rock, rock and roll)

woof. what can be said about them really. there’s…..almost too much to say. i love them a lot.

Okay when i get into bands, its in my DNA to listen from the very earliest recording i can find (usually on spotify nowadays) so i’ve been sslowly working my way past the baby pebbles albums (mostly covers) to their original work (fun fact did you know john and paul of beatles fame wrote their own music, and when mick and keith of stones fame found out it was In Fact That Easy they began to write their own music too? fascinating.)

ANYWAY here’s some stones songs: gimme shelter and you can’t always get what you want (let it bleed, 1969); angie (goats head soup, 1973); sympathy for the devil (beggars banquet, 1968)

again i am….Slowly inching my way up their discography. snails pace. i’ll get there. (u can ask glimmerkeith on tumblr for stones song recs, bc shes great and knows much more than i do and i would die for jenn)

now here’s a band…….that i’ve rediscovered pretty recently. try, last week.

AC/DC!!!!!!!! (early 1970s to now) (genres: hard rock, blues rock, rock and roll)

this is Very Much Your Dads™ Music. probably. most likely, anyway. but listen: i saw them in concert once and (while it probably…wasnt the best experience for me) i had a fucking Blast. very sad things happened in this band in the last few months.

not recent, but very important, in 1980 their lead singer bon scott died and everyone was sad. then brian johnson came out with his fuckin voice and everyone was like “ok sweet lets get back to rock n’ roll”

so this will be split by scott’s era and the johnson era (heh heh) And, because i’m familiar with this band, i’ll list the album in question and name a few songs off it instead of just naming songs. because yes.

scott:

T.N.T (1975); it’s a long way to the top (if you wanna rock ‘n’ roll); T.N.T; high voltage

dirty deeds done dirt cheap (1976); dirty deeds done dirt cheap (edit: i just realized how much i actually hate this album and only like that song so WHOOPS but i wanna keep the formatting so, yknow)

let there be rock (1977); let there be rock; whole lotta rosie

highway to hell (1979); highway to hell (it just felt really weird, making a reclist of songs by ac/dc and Not including this one)

johnson:

back in black (1980); HELLS BELLS; shoot to thrill; given the dog a bone; back in black; you shook me all night long

for those about to rock we salute you (1981); for those about to rock (we salute you)

the razors edge (1990); thunderstruck

making this list, it hit me how much of bon scott i actually Listen to when i listen to ac/dc dfkjghjdfksdsfj but uh yeah those. are good

AND NOW…FOR THE FUCKIN MOMENT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR

GUNS! AND! ROSES! (mid 1980s to NOW MOTHERFUCKERS!!! THEYRE BACK!!! well, touring at least) (genres: hard rock, heavy metal

arguably my favorite band. subjectively, my favorite classic rock band. objectively? they own a huuuge portion of my heart, and my ass.

so listen up: these two kids from indiana run away to california to get out of fucking indiana, because who wants to stay in indiana, (it’s more like, one gets out, and like a year later the other kid tries to find him in the big mean streets of L.A) and along the way they get shuffled in and out of bands together. they start bands, break up bands, the whole fuckin shebang.

and then a few chance miracles happen and suddenly guns n’ roses is formed in like 1985. my boys? those are my boys.

i’m gonna do what i did w ac/dc and bullet the albums and then i’m gonna talk about the albums because i got SHIT to SAY

appetite for destruction (1987); welcome to the jungle, out ta get me, paradise city, sweet child o’ mine, ROCKET QUEEN

all right so here’s the deal, it was very hard not picking every single song on the album because every single song on the album is fucking perfection. actual gold. there’s no flaws in this album. Nothing. everything is good and perfect and i’m not biased at all

did you know axl rose (one of the boys from indiana) recorded each line individually? so, he sang a line, and then stopped recording, and then started recording the next line because he wanted it to be perfect?

did you know appetite was originally a flop album but after this dude got the guys at MTV to play the music video for Jungle at like 5am, guns n’ roses BLEW THE FUCK UP. Everybody know about them practically overnight. it was surreal and really cool, apparently.

and did you know axl played the synthesizer in paradise city? that’s adorable. i fucking love him.

gn’r lies (1988); patience; used to love her

the first four tracks in this EP are from their very first EP ever recorded - it Sounds like it’s taken from a live show but they dubbed in the audience in post, to make it seem like they had huge crowds attending their shows when in reality that wasn’t the case. (their first ep was released in december 1986, they had loyal fans but the crowd wasn’t that rowdy until after appetite came out)

believe me when i tell you. don’t listen to one in a million. or like, do. but i’m not gonna fight anyone about this. it’s fucked up. i’m not defending axl at all and i actually struggled with liking guns after i listened to it.

but unfortunately here we are and i saw them in concert and i had to deal with some fuckhead in the row behind me and his friend who kept Shouting that they play the song, when nobody on stage could her them, and like. of course they wouldn’t play it today. fuck off man

use your illusion i (1991); right next door to hell; dust n’ bones; perfect crime; november rain; BAD APPLES; COMA

i tried to limit these to five songs an album but i fuckin can’t, anon. illusion1 is just so fucking perfect. i can’t choose between my children. pls forgive me

on dust n’ bones and double talkin’ jive is izzy stradlin doing vocals (the second indiana boy, the one who left indiana first) and he’s regarded as the most unnderrated member in gnr by like everybody. so much so that it’s almost…too much. but like basically he was addicted to drugs and everything and then he sobered up when everyone else in the band was still hooked and he was like “wtf i’m out” and axl was like noooo :(

use your illusion ii (1991); civil war; 14 years; GET IN THE RING; locomotive; estranged; you could be mine

UYI1 and 2 were released on the same day. can you imagine how fuckin wild that day was? gnr fans scrambled to their record stores by the hordes probably.

izzy does vocal work in 14 years and this album was his last contribution to the band

uhhhh this album is also fucking perfect but i get sad listening to it sometimes so i try not to? very emotionally driven work. but like, where UYI1 was mostly passionate and angry-ish based, UYI2 is much more contemplative and uhh. sad. i guess.

“the spaghetti incident?” (1993)

this is a cover album and also the last album to feature my love, my soul, my light, my heart, slash. also duff. i mean i love him probably almost just as much but, yeah. duff actually looks like my cousin’s dad so i can’t really…. um. i feel weird about talking about him kjdfgd

but SLASH my god what a perfect man. i love him more than almost everything.

hey fun fact in between UYI and TSI, guns n’ roses toured with metallica and that tour is when slash, In His Autobiography, said he “lost” axl. his word. he Lost axl.

axl rose is a whole fuckin…..topic for another time, and i’m not gonna get into my own bullshit here, but that’s basically the situation when you listen to TSI. the band is fractured and barely holding together. after TSI, slash and duff leave GNR and axl is the only original member from the band still in it

(of course that opens up a conversation of who was originally in guns n’ roses but that’s another discourse for another time)

CHINESE DEMOCRACY (2008); CHINESE DEMOCRACY; BETTER; THERE WAS A TIME; SORRY; MADAGASCAR; PROSTITUTE

I. FUCKING. LOVE. THIS. ALBUM. MORE THAN I COULD EVER EXPRESS. everyone says it’s “not gnr” of COURSE it isn’t gnr, when YOU think of GNR, you see slash. and like, i love slash? but he didn’t make the band. EVERYONE - axl, izzy, steven, duff, And slash made the band. after steven was kicked, gnr lost a huge part of what made them stand out, what made the band unique.

and like, fuck, i love dizzy. i love all of the new additions. but you cannot. fucking look me in the eyes and tell me you love UYI But you hate CD because it’s “not gnr”. like. fuck you man.

ugh anyway. i just gotta let y’all know my Stance on this. i love chinese democracy. i’ll defend this album with my fucking life. i was really…disappointed when, at my concert, i didn’t hear more CD but like i also saw slash in person (albeit, from far away, but we shared the same arena and that’s. more than i can handle)

i wanna get lyrics from prostitute tattooed on my body.

also like you can’t tell me better and sorry aren’t about slash sorry but that’s just the fuckin tea

Now, listen, this ask got away from me. i didn’t include…SO many bands because, like i said, i just scratch the surface of what classic rock is. my word isn’t law, ok? that bein said, i am always, ALWAYS down to talk about any of the bands here, and others!!! if i know of them. i’m always taking music/song recs, too.

thanks..for reading this stupid answer to your innocent ask sdfkjghsdf

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

hunger - chapter 4

Hunger master post. 

The wolf wants to run deep into the woods and lose himself there, but his boy is pack and pack tugs on his instincts harder than his fear. The wolf takes up a position at the end of the alley, sitting outside the puddle of light cast by the streetlamp, in the shelter between a set of rough steps that lead to a chained door of some business that fronts onto the other street, and the back door of the diner. He runs, but he does not abandon his boy. He will not.

He can still hear his boy’s frantic heartbeat from here.

It’s late when the back door of the diner opens and the young man in the grease-splattered steps outside and turns the corner into the alley to put the garbage in the trashcans. When he goes back inside the diner, the alley is quiet for a few minutes and then the wolf hears the squeal of a trashcan lid as Stiles opens it up and hauls the bag out.

The wolf’s stomach growls, and he pads around the corner into the alley.

His heart aches when Stiles sags to the ground when he sees him.

“I thought you left.”

The wolf whines out an apology and moves forward into Stiles’s space. Stiles wraps his arms around him tightly, fingers digging in and twisting in his ruff as though he will never let go.

“Please,” he whispers. “Please don’t ever leave me.”

***

 The leaves crunch under the thin soles of Stiles’s shoes as he and the dog walk into the Preserve. It’s colder under the cover of the trees, and Stiles tugs his hood up. The air is damp and smells of petrichor and loam. Strange, how the smell of dirt can smell cleaner than the air in town. Stiles finds the walk relaxing, but the dog is skittish and on edge.

When they reach the clearing where the Hale house once stood, Stiles sucks in a shaking breath.

Here.

It all started here.

The frame of the house is still standing. The front walls are in place, but they’re blackened and charred. The windows have long since gone. Stiles imagines the glass exploded on the night the fire took hold. The front door is still there. It’s open, and hanging at a strange angle. Stiles creeps closer to the house. The dog doesn’t come with him. He lowers himself onto his belly at the overgrown edge of what must have been the driveway once, and whines plaintively.

“It’s okay,” Stiles tells him. He wonders if animals can sense the bad energy in places like this. A lot of people died here, afraid and in pain.

That’s what never made sense.

It wasn’t smoke inhalation that got the Hales when they were sleeping. They were found in the basement. Who the fuck shelters in the basement when their house is burning down?

It never made sense.

Dad knew that.

“If there’s a fire, what do you do?” he mumbled one night, flicking through all the papers spread out on his desk.

“You get down low and you crawl!” Stiles announced proudly, and his dad had jerked as though he hadn’t realized Stiles was there.

“That’s right,” he said, and stacked the papers up again. “That’s right, kiddo. Let’s go watch some TV, huh?”

Stiles was ten when the Hale house burned down with the Hales inside it. It took two years for the ripple that started that night to turn into the wave that swept his entire life away.

He closes his eyes and breathes in the cool air. It’s awful. It’s awful to stand here and know that all those people died. It’s awful that whatever happened here that night didn’t just end here. That once, six years ago, a person stood here and did this, and then they destroyed Stiles’s life as well.

God.

He just wants to step back in time. He just wants to see their face. And then he wants to track them down wherever they are now and drive his knife into their heart.

Tears swell in his throat and burn his eyes.

It’s not fair.

It’s not.

Stiles starts and opens his eyes when he feels the press of a damp nose against his palm. He curls his hand around the dog’s muzzle.

“I just want to know,” he tells the dog. “I just want to know what happened.”

The dog whines and presses against his legs.

They watch the house together.

 ***

 “Hi, Stiles,” Scott says when he opens the door of the animal clinic to him.

Stiles and the dog step inside. Scott’s not alone. There’s a pretty dark-haired girl with him. When she smiles, she has dimples.

“This is Allison,” Scott says. “She just started at my school.”

“Hi,” Stiles mumbles.

“Hi,” Allison says. “Wow. Your dog is amazing. He looks just like a wolf.”

“I think he’s a hybrid,” Scott says. “Hey, listen. Allison is coming to my place to do some homework. My mom is working a late shift. Do you, um, do you want to come over? Like, um, no offense or stuff, but you could have a shower and wash your clothes and stuff?”

A part of Stiles wants to curl up and cry at the reminder of how filthy he is, but he’s not proud enough to refuse, or stupid enough.

“Okay,” he mumbles instead.

 ***

 Allison has a car. She puts the windows down when Stiles and the dog get into the back seat, so Stiles figures that yeah, okay, they both stink. Allison talks to him about moving here, and about some band she likes, and she doesn’t ask about Stiles and who he is and why he’s homeless. He likes that.

Scott leads the way on his dirt bike. 

Scott lives in a small house on North Sycamore Street. It’s nice. It’s actually really weird to be inside a house again after so long. Stiles breathes in deep so that he doesn’t panic. This could be really stupid, going to some place he doesn’t know with some people who are pretty much strangers, but he’s got his knife, and he’s got the dog, and also this is Scott. Scott, who never charged him a thing for the consultation, or for the dog treats. Scott, who gave Stiles his dinner and his hoodie and ten dollars.

Scott shows him upstairs. “Okay, so here’s the bathroom. I’ll get you some clothes you can borrow, okay, so I can put yours in the washing machine.”

Stiles is pretty sure a spin cycle will destroy his jeans and underwear, but he nods.

Scott produces a bottle of dog wash from behind his back.

Stiles looks dubious.

“Dude, he’s got fleas,” Scott says in a low voice.

The dog rumbles unhappily.

“Actually,” Scott says, “we should probably wash him first.”

The dog is not happy to be manhandled into the bath, but his eyes close in what seems like pleasure when Stiles lathers him up and massages his fingers through his coarse fur. He doesn’t like it when Scott tries to help, so Scott stands back and leans in the doorway and lets Stiles do it. Then he gets his mom’s hairdryer and Stiles dries the dog off as best as he can. He’s pretty sure the dog’s belly is still dripping when he finally decides he’s had enough and leaps out of the tub though.

The dog growls when Scott tries to haul him out of the bathroom so Stiles can shower. In the end he curls up on the bathmat while Stiles undresses and hops into the shower.

The hot water is incredible.

Stiles uses what he thinks is Scott’s mom’s body wash. It smells like something soft and floral. He doesn’t care though, because he’s clean for the first time in months. It’s gross how quickly he turns the white washcloth gray. He basically has dirt ingrained in the creases in his body.

Sleeping in the alley is going to be horrible tonight.

Stiles stays in the shower until the water begins to run cold, and then feels guilty for using all the hot. He twists the taps off and grabs the towel that Scott left him. The mirror is fogged up, so he wipes a section clean and stares at the clean, thin kid the glass reveals.

He can count his ribs.

He runs his tongue over his fuzzy teeth, and wishes he had a toothbrush too. He thinks about checking underneath the cabinet for a spare, but that feels rude. He wipes himself down and pulls on the sweatpants and t-shirt Scott set on top of the counter for him.

When he leaves the bathroom and treads downstairs, the dog follows him.

He finds Scott and Allison in the living room, their textbooks spread out on the floor around them and a pile of sandwiches stacked on the coffee table.

“Hey,” Scott says. “Your stuff is in the washing machine. Grab a seat. Have a sandwich.”

Stiles sits down awkwardly on the floor beside them. The dog presses against his side. They eat the sandwiches. There’s a thin silver laptop on the coffee table.

“Can I use your computer?” Stiles asks Scott.

“That’s mine,” Allison says. “And sure.”

“Thanks.”

Stiles opens it and looks up a few articles, trying to refresh his memory about the Hale fire. There’s not really much online. Just newspaper articles. One on the fire, one on the funerals, and one quoting the fire investigator’s report that it was a gas line explosion.

It wasn’t.

You don’t hide in the basement from a gas line explosion.

He falters when he sees a picture from the scene. His dad is there, his sheriff’s badge shiny and new. The picture isn’t posed. His dad is caught in mid conversation, talking to one of his deputies. They both look haunted by whatever it is they’ve seen that night, faces drawn and grave. There are lines around his dad’s mouth.

Stiles’s heart skips a beat, and the dog nudges his hand with his muzzle.

Stiles goes to another article. No pictures this time.

It’s barely eight, but Stiles is already fighting sleep. It doesn’t help that Scott and Allison are talking about trigonometry.

He drifts off leaning up against the couch, with the dog’s head in his lap.

 ***

 When Stiles wakes up, it’s dark and he doesn’t know where he is. He flails, and the dog rumbles comfortingly. Stiles jerks more fully awake, blinking in the darkness. He’s in Scott McCall’s living room. The lights are out, but there’s a faint glow coming from elsewhere in the house. And Stiles can hear voices.

He climbs to his feet and slips slowly toward the light.

It’s the kitchen light. Stiles can see Scott standing by the sink, wearing a worried frown. There’s a woman with him. She’s wearing pastel scrubs.

Shit.

Scott’s mom.

Adults mean the authorities, and Stiles can’t have that. He fights the urge to run. He’s also barefoot, and wearing Scott’s clothes.

“Are my clothes dry?” he asks instead, stepping into the kitchen.

Scott looks imploringly toward his mom.

“Stiles, right?” she asks. She has dark hair and a caring expression that Stiles desperately wants to warm to. He can’t though. She’ll want to help. She’ll want to call the police, or child services. “How old are you, Stiles?”

“Mom!” Scott exclaims.

“Scott, I’m not an idiot,” Scott’s mom says. “Stiles, look me in the eye and tell me you have a home to go to.”

“I just want my stuff,” Stiles says, his voice hitching, “and then I’ll go.”

Stiles’s mom purses her lips.

“I just want my stuff,” Stiles says, glancing at Scott. Scott’s expression tells him everything he needs to know. “I’m sure you’re a really nice person, Mrs. McCall, and I’m sure you only want to do the right thing, but I’m not hanging around while you call the cops.”

“Honey,” Mrs. McCall says, stepping forward, “it’s not safe for you to be sleeping on the streets.”

“I’m not going back into care,” Stiles says. “Scott, please, I just want my stuff.”

The dog steps between him and Mrs. McCall, hackles up. Her hand flies to her throat.

“He won’t bite,” Stiles promises her. “But you can’t call anyone. Please don’t call anyone.”

“I’ll get your clothes.” Scott moves past him.

Stiles stares at Mrs. McCall warily.

“Stiles, please, it isn’t safe,” she says. “We can work something out. I know some people who work with Child Services and—”

“No!” Stiles’s eyes sting. “I’m not going back! I can’t!”

“Mom,” Scott says, reappearing and bundling Stiles’s clean, dryer-warm clothes into his arms. “Mom, please don’t.” He takes Stiles by the shoulder and draws him back down the hallway to the living room.

The dog stays in the kitchen, watching Mrs. McCall.

“I said you were a friend from school, but I guess she didn’t buy it.” Scott’s eyes are wide. “I’m sorry, dude.”

Stiles begins to strip. “It’s okay. It’s a mom thing, right? I mean, she’s trying to do the right thing. It’s nice.” His voice cracks on the word.

“You can still come by the clinic,” Scott tells him. “Promise you will.”

“Yeah.” Stiles sniffs, and sits down on the couch to pull his shoes on. His ten dollars is still in his right shoe. He doesn’t know yet if it’s a lie or not. “I will. Thanks.”

He tugs on Scott’s old hoodie and zips it up tight.

The dog meets him at the front door, and they slip out into the night.

 ***

 The wolf knows the way back to the alley. He curls up beside his boy when they reach their cardboard shelter.

“I miss my mom,” Stiles tells him in a broken whisper.

The wolf whines.

Death still wears Laura’s face. She watches them both silently, but keeps her distance tonight.

[low-keylonely-blog]

ATTENTION!!

hello, I am a 16 yr old white girl from southeastern Wisconsin. very vanilla, I’m aware. in response to my “WANTED: cute boy” post, here are a list of my physical and mental traits, so that you can determine if you would like to talk to me.

PHYSICAL: ☆ 5'6" ☆ brown curly hair, about shoulder length. THICC HAIR. ☆ brown eyes that are lighter in the center (there’s a freckle on the left one) ☆ relatively skinny, not very strong. a bit of a tummy, but I suck in so you’d never notice. ☆ chewed nails. I’ve mostly stopped tho. ☆ braces! w/ rubber bands! somewhere between February 2017 and June 2017 the braces come off and I once again enjoy having a bright and happy smile! ☆ 4 very light birthmarks! the one on my knee looks like an archipelago. ☆ a bit of acne, but only on the forehead. ☆ STRONG BROWS ☆ bigger bottom lip, thinner top lip ☆ pouty, but only bc of braces ☆ large knuckles bc I used to play basketball. if I try, I can make it impossible to let go of my hand, bc my knuckles touch and form a barrier. ☆ tiny wrists. both pop when I turn them one way or the other. ☆ bumps on my arms. it’s genetic. they’re non contagious and not like acne, so popping them doesn’t work. ☆ left tit is a tiny bit bigger than right tit. ☆ relatively high cheekbones ☆ “innie” belly button ☆ weirdly lumpy hips. I’m pretty bony. ☆ legs as long as the sky is blue. ☆ relatively cute butt. not bony. ☆ stretch marks at the top of my thighs, just under my booty. not sure where they came from. ☆ usually bruised knees, especially in summer ☆ scar tissue on left ankle from when my dad dropped a ladder on my foot. it scraped the bone in my leg as it went down, so the scar tissue reminds. ☆ my doctor when I was a baby said I have popsicle toes! the 2nd-4th are double jointed ☆ hyper flexible overall. not as bendy as I used to be, but still pretty bendy. ☆ my dad’s parents were both German, but both were very dark looking for German. therefore, my dad can pass as Italian. it just means I turn dark orange when I tan, and tan very quickly. ☆ some eczema on my chest, but it is cleaning up. ☆ very out of shape. I can not run for more than 20 seconds without wondering if I can stop yet ☆ squishy?? I lack muscles so I’m very comfortable to snuggle, especially bc I’m flexible enough to fit anywhere but squishy enough to function as a pillow, especially my tummy and tits.

MENTAL/EMOTIONAL: ☆ A.D.D. easily distracted. ☆ easily confused, but quick to understand once everything is explained to me. ☆ guilty of savior behavior like you wouldn’t believe ☆ possibly anxious? parents don’t have time to get me diagnosed tho ☆ desperate to please people. I have limits, but I LOVE making people happy. ☆ I’m rlly fuckin funny ok most of my jokes are specific to my close friends or my childhood but once I’m around you for more than 3 months I’m rlly rlly funny bc we have memories together and I know you well ☆ very paranoid. overactive imagination led to some rlly freaky nightmares as a child, some of which are recurring. ☆ afraid of being forgotten, not good enough, my closet, the dark, inanimate objects coming to life and coming after me (especially doors and anything with legs, like tables and standing mirrors), and being killed in the shower. ☆ easily scared. can’t stand suspense or horror movies. ☆ semi obsessive?? like my friends and my hypothetical potential s/o are so cool and I love them and talk about them often. ☆ redundant. my life is boring. ☆ very very talkative. it’s a little annoying. ☆ easily bored, especially when I want to travel or get sick of how things are going. ☆ kinda rude? but not intentionally? I try to be kind to everyone but sometimes I come off as salty ☆ very passionate ☆ very defensive, especially of friends and s/o, and usually family ☆ loud :-/ ☆ easily excited ☆ interested in what you have to say, but will probably cut you off mid sentence bc my social intuition is lacking ☆ chronic liar >:-( definitely my least favorite trait, but one I haven’t been able to shake. they range from little white lies to just pretending things didn’t happen or that they’re fine. ☆ the last 3 years of my life have absolutely fried my brain. I’m very tired and very wounded. ☆ attaches quickly ☆ separation anxiety, but moreso just afraid of losing people I care about ☆ very self-centered :-/ ☆ relatively bullheaded. I don’t often think things through. ☆ if I have to face the music, odds are I’ll stick earplugs in and run away ☆ usually very positive! the world is a cool place with some very cool people in it!

LIKES: ☆ film, the art of ☆ cry movies ☆ and a bit of Beyoncé, catey shaw, lana del rey, halsey, … ☆ g-eazy, blackbear, childish gambino, frank ocean, watsky, drake, john mayer, sting, mansionz, relient k, one direction (including all solo work), twenty one pilots (but not rlly blurryface), washed out, a bit of fall out boy and panic! at the disco, arctic monkeys, troye sivan, a bit of the 1975, walk the moon, … ☆ the music from downton abbey and victoria and poldark ☆ history, especially sociology and foreign cultures and mythology ☆ politics, even tho I get too heated about it ☆ sci-fi! soft stuff is ok, but the hard stuff is rlly rlly good. ☆ fiction! ☆ writing non-fiction! ☆ slamming biased news outlets (r.i.p. bill o'reilly) ☆ working backstage crew in theater! my sister is majoring in stage management, so it’s a family affair. ☆ plants! flowers, succulents, cacti, even trees and shrubs! ☆ DOGS ☆ my bird, Elsa. we named her after Elsa in frozen bc her tummy matches the color of the character’s dress ☆ slam poetry?? I’m a dork ☆ activism! get out and get loud! ☆ volunteer work, especially through my church (I’m not sure if I’m gonna stay catholic but it’s how I’m being raised rn) ☆ shopping. it’s so satisfying to bring home something beautiful off the clearance rack. ☆ concept art for film and fashion ☆ interior design and architecture ☆ THE PROPERTY BROTHERS ON HGTV ☆ Steven Universe?? it’s actually a rlly good show. it makes me cry a lot. ☆ Grey’s Anatomy. another good cry show. ☆ purple anything. it calms me down. ☆ soft blankets and pillows ☆ laying down for the night. ☆ meditation and yoga! ☆ photography! I live next to the woods on 2 sides of my house, so it’s the perfect place for photoshoots. ☆ coloring books! the pretty ones, not the kids ones. ☆ reading! I’m usually too busy but it’s so nice when I have time ☆ CRYSTALS AND MINERALS AND PRETTY STONES. I have a growing collection, 95% I found on my own. ☆ driving on empty country roads. ☆ swimming, even tho I’m afraid of deep water ☆ hiking! ☆ chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream ☆ purging old clothes ☆ Internet friends! long distance romantic relationships are awful, but the platonic ones are always fun ☆ learning things you never thought possible ☆ speculation lmao ☆ hugs and physical contact ☆ pressure. I enjoy feeling close to things. I sleep with a billion blankets at all times bc I like the feeling of the weight on me ☆ the concept of Atlas in Greek mythology ☆ in depth discussion about almost anything! I love talking to people! ☆ barbecue chicken pizza from California pizza kitchen

DISLIKES: ☆ people who refuse to acknowledge global warming, white supremacy, sexism, or any fault on either end of the political spectrum ☆ unsolicited dick pics ☆ 99% of country music ☆ metal or screamo music ☆ slut shaming ☆ ignorance in any shape or form ☆ watermelon ☆ Brussel sprouts and asparagus and peas ☆ fish that isn’t fried or marinated in bourbon or teriyaki ☆ oranges ☆ bananas ☆ pop music ☆ slapstick humor ☆ most comedic movies (see above) ☆ cleaning ☆ zara larsson ☆ feminists who hate men (girl we are EQUAL not ABOVE) ☆ the fact that the USA does not have separation of church and state ☆ cold weather ☆ sand in my shoes ☆ most movies featuring talking animals (not counting Dumbo, the Lion King, Babar, Finding Nemo, and a couple others) ☆ those who put others down ☆ those who refuse to listen to both sides ☆ the fact that every Earth year the moon moves 2 inches farther away from Earth and it’s eventually going to be flung into space and we’ll never see it again ☆ white males in positions of authority. your turn is over, pal. ☆ Christopher Walken’s face ☆ John Travolta ☆ the entire movie/musical Grease ☆ when radio stations play the same 10 songs all day long ☆ overused slang ☆ dead memes that are still in circulation ☆ repetition from year to year ☆ bad school photos ☆ pineapple on pizza ☆ basic pages on Instagram ☆ dog types that have been bred to the point of inherent or genetic medical issues ☆ carpet that isn’t soft ☆ bad paint jobs ☆ jumbo tattoos. I love the tiny ones you don’t expect to see. ☆ costume jewelry ☆ asymmetry ☆ bad habits ☆ when everything is black and white ☆ when it’s a gray area ☆ the porn industry as a whole ☆ massive corporations as a whole ☆ people who use deadnames or the wrong pronouns on purpose ☆ driving stick ☆ pulling weeds ☆ vacuuming ☆ loud noises (the unexpected ones) ☆ same old, same old ☆ people who don’t bathe often ☆ when my hair grows too long but I can’t get a haircut for weeks ☆ people who won’t try new things ☆ when anything or anyone dies ☆ the feeling of not being in control ☆ not knowing.

feel free to message me if you’re interested! there’s much more, but this is all I could think of for now. congrats if you made it to the end!