#teen wolf tag like. a dumpster fire

[magpie-trove]

yikes

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

A Feb/March update is here! Winter into (almost Spring) hasn't been too bad, since it's been super warm. Anyway, here's what these two idiots have been up to:

>>> As a tea blender, it's been a hot minute since I've made new teas. If this wasn't already a big hint, yes, I'm making Teen Wolf teas. Yes, both Stiles and Derek each have their own blend. They might each get one more if my muse is ambitious enough. My guinea pig (aka my partner) has already tasted these blends with me, and all I'm going to say is they're very particular but super yummy! >>> Glad that Sterek approve of both teas! When I do figure out artwork and all that fun jazz, are TW teas something people want in their lives? Hmm...do I attempt to make a Sterek tea? That could be fun. Let me know if you'd like me to make that happen!

>>> A while back for the hols, a friend who knows me all too well got me a dumpster fire pencil organizer. It's a smol dumpster with flamey notecards to write on. And these boys really like it. This is probably how they feel about a lot of things anyway. >>> They sorta fit in, right? I think Stiles thought this was funnier than Derek did (If he fits, he sits).

>>> Loookk, spring outfits (@mrkgrl, I guess I'm dressing them up seasonally now)! Derek is in his mechanic and let's-fix-everything mode. Meanwhile, Stiles wanted overalls so he can be a b-boy and show off his dance moves. He also made Derek pop his collar. Want more Sterek mini adventures? Make sure to stay updated by following the #stereksmolshots tag!

[fandomluver-101]

Okay, so I don't remember the in-betweens of how the conversation went from Teen Wolf to Disney (because THAT was an entire dumpster fire), but I was told to tag this "anti" by my friend (the one I made cry for being anti Derek and blaming him for the fire - yes, that one).

Dove Cameron can not act. At all. She was not good in Liv & Maddie and she is awful in Descendants. You put her in a cast with multiple actors that are above her in skill while having her as the defacto lead, she WILL be outshined and I cannot emphasize how her inability to express human emotion is why I dislike pretty much anything she's in.

Her problematic comments and behavior aside, she just.... Is not a good actress. Not saying Tyler Hoechlin is amazing, but like.... He can emote?

[teencopandthesourwolf]

hello tcats

i hope your day is going good

if you do not mind can i ask you a question? i am fairly new to tumblr and not very fluent in English so i fail to understand some tumblr terms. Can you tell me what does the tags "a wolf and his queueman" means? i have seen other variation of this tag such as "i will queue heavily at you" so what does this actually mean?

thank you

hi nonny! welcome to the dumpster fire that is tumblr dot com and the sterek fandom!

oh my gosh ofc i don't mind you asking :) it's lovely that i was the one you decided to ask! like, i wouldn't call myself a tumblr oracle or anything, but i have been around these parts enough to know a bit about a bit, y'know?

so, for whatever reason (if there is a specific reason that i don't know about somebody who does should absolutely feel free to wade in and enlighten us both) the kool kids on tumblr (read: the nerds) use puns as a fun queue tag for the posts they queue up instead of the ones they post or reblog into the void as soon as they see them.

because i have no idea of your level of understanding of the english language, i'm going to post the oxford dictionary definition of the word 'pun' for any further comprehension that might be needed. i hope you don't take offence at this as i'm really not trying to patronise in any way:

so, lots of us on tumblr will choose either just a random pun that correlates with the word 'queue' i.e. my queue tag for my og main blog from 400 years ago was queue queue ca choo, which was a pun on the beatles lyrics coo coo ca choo from their song i am the walrus. i picked it because it was a (fairly) recognisable line and just something puntastic that i thought would be fun and kind of worked (debatable).

OR

lots of us will pick a queue related pun that is specific to our blog i.e. my queue tag from this teen wolf/sterekblog of mine that you mentioned: a wolf and his queueman. this is actually a really frickin terrible pun but one taken from the sterek fandom because it alludes to the phrase a wolf and his human (meaning derek and stiles)... yeah, i told you it was bad!

to further explain, my buddie blog queue tag is fire and resqueue, bc buddie is from the 911 fandom which is a show about—you guessed it!—fire and rescue!

okies, i hope this helps, nonny? sorry if it's actually a shitty explanation; my brain currently resembles that black gooey shit that seeps out of derek when he gets shot with a wolfsbane bullet bc i've sarcastically had a few very fun few days lol

happy tumbling!

cassidy xp

[wasterella]

okokok, so I know you’re not in SnK anymore (i respect that bc i fell out of it in 2015 and came back like a couple months ago lmao) but i just want you to know I’m so glad I’ve found and read your fics. Good Enough to Eat is like my fucking ereri bible, every ereri fic i read I’m like :// “but would GEtE!Levi do this?” LMAO really when i finished reading every single one of ur snk fics i audibly groaned bc i thought that now i have to wade through the piles of really shitty ereri fics on the tag that have insane kudos (and I’ve already reread GEtE, which is my utmost favorite of ur ereri fics, twice already)

I do know teen wolf though (seen every episode) but like you’ve said to other people, i fell out of it and don’t feel the urge rn to come back but when i do (and who knows when that’ll be, a couple months or years from now? I’ll circle back eventually), I’m immediately hitting the books with ur long list of fics for that fandom!

and reading ur reaction to the plot of SnK is so funny to me bc that’s exactly how I reacted when i came back to half the people dead and other mind blowing shit like eren having a brother lmao! Frankly i wanna watch it (i only saw season 1 bc that was all there was at the time) but i think I’m gonna stop at season 3 and pretend like the plot didn’t do a 180 and start flying off the map bc I’m not crazy about the end game plot lol also mainly bc season 3 levi gives the same energy as the exact way u write levi it’s so comforting

wow this was a very long ask I’m so sorry but i just felt like i had to say something after i tried to do the walk of shame back to the general ereri tag and felt miserable, truly i love your writing so so much i feel like i could trust heart and mind with ur writing and i wouldn’t have to worry about whether or not I’m gonna like reading a fic, bc if it’s yours i know i will. I hope you’re doing well these days and that ur have a blast with Derek and stiles :)

You are so, so sweet, omg ;~; Thank you so much! Seriously, I really appreciate it, and I'm so glad you liked GEtE!!! It was so fun to write (and honestly what made me move from SnK to TW so whoops? lol Turns out I like writing about Werewolves HAHAHA!) Seriously, you're so sweet, thank you so much!! 💕💕

Awww, that means a lot to me, thank you! I know a lot of people have fallen out of TW, both because it ended and because of HOW it ended (and the dumpster fire that was the movie recently) but idk, I like the characters. I never even saw past season 4, so I just have fun with it haha. But totally understand the falling out of it. If you ever do come back, I hope you know there's tooooons of new TW stuff out there from so many amazing new creators to enjoy :)

WAIT EREN HAS A BROTHER?! Omg when tf did that happen??? Did he knows? Is he a half-brother? Was he hidden in the basement?! IS THAT WHAT IS IN THE BASEMENT?!?!?! Man, SnK... the series that keeps on giving me explosions in the brain. Wow. Well. I don't even know who all is alive or dead anymore tbh haha. They could all be dead by now and I'd never know |D Oh wellll... But thank you ;~; That's amazing to hear about S3 Levi, thank you so much!!!

You are just the sweetest bean, thank you so, so much. For real, this ask was lovely, you are lovely, and this was so kind. I appreciate you so much, thank you!! <3<3<3

[picathartidae]

Thanks for the tag, @vestigialpersonality!

Three Ships: I’m not a big shipper and I don’t really understand shipping as a concept (blame it on my aro/aceness). It isn’t how I prefer to engage with media, but I’ll try to come up with some pairings I like anyway. 

Resist!Dark Urge/Spawn!Astarion, Baldur’s Gate 3. To the surprise of absolutely no one, I like these two together a whole lot. I tend to prefer a male Durge over a female one, but whatever. It’s a good fun time and they vibe. I like how Durge is the one character that forces Astarion to step up and be the responsible stable one. I love how you see this more emotionally available side to Astarion in a Durge run. I love how two objectively terrible people can end up bringing out the best in each other, despite the odds. I love the mutual and simultaneous redemption arcs. 

Jonas Kahnwald/Martha Nielsen, Dark. These two are a fucking disaster and I am so taken with how their weird obsessive love for each other is so destructive but also so pure and how that is so tied up with the themes. The way this show deconstructs relationships and the lengths people will go to for the sake of their loved ones is really compelling to me.

Shen Qingqiu/Luo Binghe, Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System. Another trash dumpster fire of a pairing, but whatever they are my boys and I love them. All of MXTX’s main pairs, really, but sqq/lbh are my absolute favourites, likely because Scum Villain is by far the easiest read of them all for me. I like the relationship in how it is used to actively deconstruct masculinity and support the overall themes of the novel.

First Ship: I’m pretty sure it was Scott Summers/Jean Grey from X-Men. Scott was always my #relatable vaguely autistic king, and Jean was genuinely just so cool and interesting to my young self. I’m still salty about it and I will never forgive Marvel. 

Last Song: I have been playing Die For You (ft Grabbitz) on a loop for maybe a month now. This is what happens when my partner rewatches Arcane and then listens to all of the League of Legends and Valorant music and sends me their favourites. And also the song perfectly fits in with my stupid Durge and his stupid Durge vibes, so… yeah. A song from Valorant for you. I have never played it and I barely know what it is, but this song is great.

Last Movie: I think it was Dune Part 2? It’s fine. It’s a good movie. I think it had the same problem as the book for me, in that the messaging was like getting hit repeatedly in the head with a sledgehammer because it didn’t seem to trust that people would get it, but since I’ve seen plenty of people completely miss said message, I can’t really blame it for that. It's very visually impressive and Denis Villeneuve is an insanely talented man who clearly knows the book series so well. Give him all of the awards.

Currently Reading: an eclectic collection of BG3 fanfictions.

Currently Watching: I’m making my way through Teen Wolf for the first time, because I’m legitimately shocked I never watched it when it was on (I was directly in its target demographic and never saw it? Who even am I). At the moment, I’m about three episodes into season 4. It’s a whole experience and I have so many feelings. Is it good? Not even slightly. Does it make sense? Barely. Am I kind of loving it anyway? Fuck yeah. Teenage me would have been all over this show. I’m so mad.

Currently Eating: Carbs! Always carbs. Just finished some spinach and feta scrolls, specifically.

Currently Craving: a decently written character-driven genfic. Please, I am begging.

Favourite Colour: dusty blue

Current Obsession: pretty much anything D&D related. Mostly BG3 specifically.

Last Thing I Googled: lots and lots and lots of Forgotten Realms lore. 

Favourite Season: Autumn, purely for the aesthetic.

Skill I’d Like To Learn: figure drawing, for sure. I am desperate to be able to produce decent character art for OCs, especially since I am poor and can’t currently afford to commission someone.

Best Advice: You shouldn’t have to justify every facet of your existence to others. You’re allowed to take up space.

Tagging: I think everyone I would tag has been tagged already, so I’m just going to leave it as anyone who wants to participate, consider yourself tagged. 

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

A Pattern

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/G5PslAH by Samuel_Walker Still, that failed to distract Tim from the task at hand. This idea, this new theory, the pattern, locked onto him and wouldn’t let him go. Every time he managed to think about something else, anything else, this pattern that has its teeth sunk in him, shook him like a wolf tearing into a fresh kill. Dick Grayson. Jason Todd. Dick Grayson. Tim Drake. Dick Grayson. Cassandra Cain. Words: 2005, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of DC One-Shots Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: batsiblings, Angst, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Jason Todd Deserves Better, Tim Drake Deserves Better, Dick Grayson Deserves Better, Cassandra Cain Deserves Better, bruce wayne is a questionable parent, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, I'm Sorry, Is this even coherent?, I am unable to tell if this is a dumpster fire or not read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/G5PslAH

[sparkwhorunswithwolves]

So it took me another meta to really get why but as it turns out I'm still not over the Scott forcing Derek to give the bite to Gerard.

Let's play devils advocate for a moment. Let's say that Scott really only switched Gerard's meds as a last resort, that would only hurt him if he forced Derek to bite him. Because there was a chance they could resolve everything peacefully.

His way of stopping someone who he knew was a threat, literally depended on someone else being violated.

Was Allison a convenient excuse for Scott to be a part of Derek's assault? Yes. Did Scott want to help Gerard? No.

But Scott still actively chose to switch his meds with mountain ash, he still made the active decision to let Derek be violated.

He could have switched them to a poison that harmed humans. He knew that if Gerard got what he wanted he would probably die. He was confident enough in knowing that he would go after Derek, that Derek would not consent to the bite, that Gerard would force him no matter what, that he switched the meds in the first place. You can't tell me that Scott choosing to straight up poison and harming/killing Gerard would have been the morally right choice here. Or that Scott using Derek in the same way he was used by Peter is somehow a Good Thing that Derek Deserved™.

[winterhawksamplers]

Winterhawk Samplers: Kidfic

And then there were children. Clint blames the magic. Or possibly the former marriage. Alternatively, it was that shady alternate universe's fault. Regardless, suddenly, Clint and/or Bucky are responsible for tiny humans, and hey, dumpster fire tendencies aside, it doesn't always go so bad. Is it because Clint's canon backstory helps him know exactly what to avoid when raising a kid, or did Bucky help his ma with his sisters back in the forties? Or is it just that Clint's kind of eternally part child anyways? The verdict is still out.

Barnes, Barton, and Nine Brats by @intermittently-ava length: 10k | rating: T | tags: de-aged avengers, magic, feelings development, nightmares summary excerpt: During a massive battle, the Avengers are turned into small children. All except for Barton and Barnes who are delegated to caring for them while Pepper, Jane, and Bruce are trying to find a cure. In the midst of the chaos caused by crayons, wet tissues, and bed time stories, Bucky and Clint obliviously discover things about each other. Why this one? This fic utilizes the age-regression trope to help Bucky and Clint realize that each others' competence extends beyond the battlefield, and each others' compassion extends, perhaps, to each other. The author also manages to capture some really key, heart-string tugging characterizations in the tiny versions of the team.

Paternal Error (In Which Clint Keeps Picking Up Strays) by: EVVS length: 34k | rating: T | tags: barton farm, canon-adjacent, kid!Peter, teen!maximoffs, teen!kate, adopt all the strays, nightmares, recovery summary: Bucky has never once thought of being a parent. Not since the Winter Solider happened. Until he falls in love with Clint Barton. And that idiot just keeps collecting children for his flock. Now Bucky has to pretend like he's good at parenting. Why this one? This fic exemplifies another common trope in winterhawk: adopting all the strays. Both Clint and Bucky identify with being left behind, and are equally determined not to let that happen to these kids, no matter how difficult it is as C&B themselves cope with canon-typical trauma.

and when the cold wind's blowing by: @pantstomatch length: 7k | rating: T | tags: single dad!Bucky, werewolves, no powers au, snowed in, cabin fic summary: When he sees the wolf he thinks fuck it and thinks it’s probably a decent way for a moron like him to die. -or- Clint gets snowed in with Bucky and his daughter over Christmas. Why this one? This fic pairs a common kidfic theme -- single parents -- with two killer tropes most winterhawk folks can't refuse: werewolves AND cabin fic aka aw, stuck in a cabin together, no.

Complete State Circus by @winterhawkkisses length: 8.4k | rating: T | tags: guardian Bucky, gymnastics instructor Clint, mutism, ASL summary excerpt: "Hey," she says, with a painful looking grin. "Welcome to Hawkeyes' Circus Training. D'you guys need me to tell you about our available classes, or do you already have something in mind?" Why this one? This is a real heartstring tugger disguised in deceptively adorable circus-themed wrapping. This fic showcases a great-with-kids Clint and a Bucky who's doing everything he can to create the best environment possible for his child.

Outnumbered by: sara_holmes length: 18k | rating: T | tags: no powers!au, and they were neighbors, veteran!Bucky, single dad!Clint summary: Bucky Barnes returns to Brooklyn ready to get back into the world, make friends and sleep with Steve's super hot neighbor. The fact that the guy turns out to be a single dad to two-year-old triplets who spend most of their time causing mischief, trouble and mayhem doesn't deter Bucky at all. Steve would like it on record that he thinks Bucky is insane. Why this one? This fic has a sassy yet soft Bucky reclaiming his life post military service, and brings new life to the trope of 'chaotic but competent in the field' Clint -- it's just that the field here is wrangling three toddlers. It also has found family feels as other marvel characters round out the apartment community to support Clint.

The next six fics show different amazing interpretations of clint&bucky + kids, and are in descending order by length.

Choose Us Every Time by: @lissadiane length: 33k | rating: T | tags: canon-adjacent, farm fic, uncle clint, babysitter bucky, fake dating, kid characters with real agency and emotions Zephr in the Sky by: @ladyladylady1 length: 33k | rating: E | tags: single dad!Clint, hawkeye clint, no powers Bucky, college kid!Bucky, tarot, age difference, teenage barton kids Out On A Limb by flawedamythyst length: 27k | rating: T | tags: de-aged Clint Barton, past child abuse, vent Clint, protective Bucky Barnes A Thistle Cannot Grow by: ccbytheseashore length: 12k | rating: M | tags: single!dad Clint, canon-adjacent, getting together, hurt/comfort Whatever You Give Me by AWriting length: 6.6k | rating: M | tags: single dad! bucky, small town au, no powers au, veterans Make It Feel Like Home by patsys length: 2.6k | rating: G | tags: canonverse, multiple dimensions, magic, fluff.

A quick note that two subgenres of kidfic that aren't done proper justice on this list, but definitely round out the theme: Clint and Bucky standing in as 'best protective uncles ever' for other Avengers' kids, and accidental baby/child acquisition.

What are your favorite winterhawk kidfics? -- reblog or add in the comments for your fellow readers!

And find other themed winterhawk samplers here.

[boxboysandotherwhump]

Teeth

Tags:  @salamancialilypad  @whumpfigure @albino-whumpee @comfy-whumpee  @ashintheairlikesnow   @haro-whumps   @moose-teeth @vickytokio​ @yet-another-heathen​ @orchidscript

@finder-of-rings

Chapter 5

CW: detailed description of intense stab wound pain (to the arm), fighting for their lives against giant spider, it as a pronoun in a very brief flashback, blood, powering through pain,

Sahars blood thrummed in his ears like drums heralding disaster.

Adrenalin spiked blood rushed through his veins.

His muscles twitched.

Every fiber of his being buzzed electric.

With feet barely connecting to the soft forest ground, Sahar felt trapped in the worst kind of flight.

The kind that had driven him through dark alleyways, reduced to prey running from its predators in a cage the size of a city.

He’d sworn to never forget the lesson he’d learned, back then. When the little boy he’d saved had ratted him out and sicked a seething horde of citizens onto him.

It had been a warm night back then, too. Like and unlike today in so many ways. 

Only that today, he knew how to fight. To defend himself. He was no longer a scrawny eight year old, trying to save a neighborhood kid from some angry teens, mouth running a mile a minute, words tumbling from his tongue, trying to sooth, to deascalet. But words hadn’t been enough, between them and their rage against a world that had banished them behind fences, trapped them in Berlin's slum. Words had done nothing against their butterfly knife. And it had sunk into his arm as they stabbed him, sliced through skin and muscle and planted a searing pain under his skin. His mutation had gone off, outside the safety of his mothers apartment and for all the world to see. What had followed, had been pure terror. 

That night had never stopped breathing down his neck, lurking around dark street corners or whispering from beyond his locked bedroom door.

Get it! I saw it dive behind a dumpster! Up the street, the little pest ran into the carpentry. Fuck, fuck we lost it. No wait! There, there it is. It jumped into the river! Then let it drown. Or drift outside the city. It’ll die there anyway.

Haunted, wide eyes flitted over the trees, nearly expecting a hate and fire spewing crowd to break out from between them at any moment.

Bitter fire taste burned on his tongue.

Sahars foot caught on a branch and he slammed into a flower stem. Hard enough to jostle him out of his vicious memory storm.

A painful dull throb pulsed through his shoulder. Nothing compared to a knife buried in his right arm, but enough to let his consciousness snap back into the here and now. Back into his shuddering body. Back between giant leaves and flower petals that rustled in the warm evening breeze. 

Sucking in a shaking breath, Sahar felt the axe’s weight in his hand. Heavy as the burden of his conscience. His panic subsided, morphed into something akin to stubborn righteousness.

No.

No matter what had happened back then, he’d done the right thing in saving that boy. And he would do the right thing now!

Even if it meant the whole village would find out. Even if Charlotte would hate him.

He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he turned his back on them. If he’d let them die while he hid like a coward.  

Not if he could do anything about it.

“You you you can do this. You’re no no no damn child anymore.”

You have an axe now.

An axe to slay an insect. The idea was hysterical, really.

An axe to turn a monster into a hero, maybe?

He ignored that small hopeful whisper, shoved it back deep inside the hole it had crawled out of and ran.

 Sahar nearly lost his balance as he dodged a branch, speeding down a mossy root right towards the clearings edge.

Children’s screams, shrill with terror, echoed from below, cutting through the forest’s silence like a rusty knife. They were so loud Sahar nearly missed it in between the first seconds of shock and his thunderous heartbeat.

This rattling, bone chilling hiss, biting and burying itself deep into one’s very core.

Every hair on Sahar’s body stood. Electrified with fear.

Could it be?

His chest crashed into a thick vine of ivy before he could react or bring his feet to a halt on his race down the slippery root.

Grabbing blindly for the vine, somersaulting thoughts scattering every which way, Sahar caught  himself somehow, avoiding a fall down the rocky hillside and meeting certain death as a graceless heap of flailing limbs.

Chest rose and fell with every shuddering breath. He allowed himself to just hang there, hidden within the thick ivy leaves, fighting to get his shaking legs back under control.

The axe’s handle threatened to slip from his clammy fingers and Sahar gripped on tighter, forcing himself to peer through the thick foliage.

A few feet under him, it’s pulsing hairy abdomen turned his way, it stood.

A giant wolf spider.

Its jaws rubbed together in endless agitation, creating this god awful noise.

Sahar wished he could scrub it off his skin.  His fingers twitched, rubbing frantically over the smooth wooden handle, as he stared and stared and stared.

Charlotte and the children had encircled the beast somehow, yelling and throwing whatever they could find on the clearing’s rocky ground at it in a desperate attempt to confuse it, keep it from attacking.

So far it seemed to work.

Whenever the beast's eyes looked onto someone, the kids from behind it would hurl stones and mushrooms at its back, forcing the spider’s attention onto themselves.

Its long thorny legs crashed into the ground, kicking dirt and gravel everywhere in its furios thrashing.

That’s when Sahar saw it. Its eyes. He hadn’t noticed at first, between all the movement and blue luminescent mushroom pulp dripping of its body.  But one of the spider’s eyes was missing.

The head hunter’s spider!

The controlling device, still rammed deep into its ugly head, had stopped blinking.

The machines malfunctioning must hurt. 

No wonder that thing is all over the place.

This was Sahars chance. Hurting, distracted and one eye short, the spider shouldn’t notice him. Not if he came down from above.

Clutching the Axe in both sweaty hands he raised it far above his head. And jumped.

Air rushed past his ears. A storm of raging blood roaring from inside, crashing through his head and drowning his every thought.

There was only gravity left.

Gravity pulling on his limbs, drawing him down faster and faster towards inevitable eight legged death.

But he fell too fast for all the thoughts and fears of disaster to possibly catch up to him. Utterly focused, for the first time in his life, every other thought, the fabric of reality itself ground to a halt.

The only thing still moving were the flexing muscles in his arms and the spider. Abdomen pulsing with its erratic heartbeat. If he could hit that, split the soft flesh there and spill all its blood and guts on the rocky earth, everyone else would live.

The muscles of Sahar’s stomach pulled tight, transforming his body into a bowstring ready to launch.

The children’s surprised shrieks faded to background noise. His biceps bulged, feet drawing closer, his whole body readying for impact.

When suddenly, a pebble, small like a penny, came free from the sole of his heavy work boots. And dropped. Hitting the spider mere seconds before he would. But for vicious instinct carved from hard moving flesh, seconds were more than enough.

The world narrowed to a flash of glistening lidless eyes and pain as a leg, heavy like a tree trunk, bashed him into the hillside. Sahar’s spine lit up in agony. Pain spread through his arm like wildfire. It took everything in him to keep it from exploding.

Just let it. Let it. Don’t waste your time holding back!

No! No no no no, I can’t.

I’m scared.

“Sahar!”

Charlotte’s shriek cut through the storm of his mind, a lighthouse siren guiding all his scattered thoughts in one direction. His eyes snapped open, met midnight black teeth, sharp like daggers and dripping poison. The creature towered over him. Its liquefied promise of pain dripped to the ground.

Sahar’s body felt heavy, a disconnected breathing stone, teetered to the hard earth.

“Sahar! For fucks sake move!”

His limbs had forgotten how to obey his commands. A silent scream existing solely behind clenched teeth. The neurons in his head all failed to fire.

My Axe? It’s gone!

His eyes dropped from the spiders clicking jaws, searching frantically between its thorny legs. As if that thing would do him any good now.

Not against this seething monstrosity.

Dirt danced under its body, swirling up with every shuddering gusts of hot air exhaled through the breathing holes along its abdomen, so hidden under its body Sahar would have missed them if he wasn’t practically cowering under that thing.

He could see children’s legs storming off to safety, scattering and disappearing in between bushes and behind mushrooms. Their bluish glow grew stronger with every second of fading daylight.

Good.

At least he had been able to save them, before-

“I said. Move!”

Charlotte charged at the spider, pale fingers wrapped around the Axe in a death grip. Debris crunched under her shoes, flying every which way.

The weapon swung back into a wide arc, twisting her whole body with the force of her attack.

There was a visceral sort of grace to her, in that moment, in the flexing of her muscles, in the way her soft pink lips twisted back into a snarl, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth.

She was fury incarnate.

Her conviction alone seemed enough to strike that beast down.

It jerked its abdomen high into the air, stubby spinnerets twitching, the only warning before it fired. A wave of white glistening silk erupted from its silk glands, hardening as it flew towards Charlotte. The force of the impact knocked her backwards and she crashed down, fighting for balance on one knee.

Only her head and right arm remained spared from the silvery, hardening restrains that bound her to the ground.

“Fuck. Fuck!”

The Axe’s blade barely left a dent in the silk as Charlotte struggled to cut herself free one handed.

Terror held Sahar’s heart captive, had it flutter and beat with all its might, trying to escape anxiety’s iron grip.

He watched in horror as the spider turned towards Charlotte, its remaining seven eyes flashing green in the mushroom’s glow.

Its mighty body tensed, a barely there tremble rippling through pulp splattered legs. The hiss of slowly opening jaws rung over the clearing, shrill like funeral bells.

“No!”

Finally, Sahars legs moved. Launching him forward with the force of a slingshot projectile. 

A gust of breath brushed his left shoulder, warm and surreally alive, as he dived past the spider's abdomen and dashed towards its mouth.

Its hairs tickled the crown of Sahar’s head.

Poison slicked fangs flashed in the last rays of dying daylight as massive jaws moved. Opened. Struck down. 

A tooth burrowed deep into Sahars right arm, slicing skin and muscle like a glowing knife would butter. He felt something hard crack and splinter inside him, felt the resistance and inevitable give of his bones as the fang pierced through.

Excruciating agony exploded in his arm, threatened to devour him whole.

His body’s torment broke free with a deafening crack.

The cells of his right arm crystalized. Growing muscles twisted and hardened into an impenetrable shield, crushing the fang still buried deeply in his flesh into a hundred pieces.

Venom welled from Sahars wound, dripped down solid skin, unable to pass the armor of mutated flesh.

He could feel the pressure of the spider’s tooth stump against the wound as it bared down.

New waves of pain welled up, crashed through him like a storm flood, drowning every other sensation, every thought.

Unrelenting jaws squeezed tighter still and tears trickled over Sahar’s cheeks, down his nose, falling to the dusty ground like raindrops.

The other fang graced his ribs. Threatened to break skin. 

Oh god. Oh please no.

Conjuring every last remnant of strength hidden in his muscles, Sahars pushed back. The spider’s cool hairy flesh gave under the press of his elbow, the tiniest bit, and its fang pulled back.

He hadn’t thought it possible for this pain to climb higher still, but here it was, whisking him away to a dimension composed solely of suffering.

The scream tearing from his throat didn’t sound like his own. But he could feel it, as it clawed its way out, bursting past his lips in raw desperation.

“Sahar?” The whisper of a voice found its way through the pain filled fog his existence had been reduced to and he forced his eyes open. Whimpering.

When had he even closed them?

Charlotte’s pale freckled face hovered centimeters from his. Splatters of blood trickled down the birthmark of her left cheek and dried in the copper curls of her bangs.

A faint, shuddering part of Sahar realized that this blood was his own.

Her eyes were blown wide and the blue of her irises danced in the surrounding bloodshot white of them. 

“What have you done? Oh god what have you done?” There were tears, imprisoned in the tremble of her voice.

I don’t know. My body just moved.

The words were nothing but a whisper in his head, unable to escape a body shuddering and hurting and trapped on the brink of collapse.

He knew how it felt to lose control, over his senses, his mutation, his emotions but nothing had ever felt like this. He’d never felt as disconnected, as betrayed from his own flesh as the moment his knees gave out and he crashed to the ground. The fangs tip tore through his linen shirt, soaking the fabric with poison.

Screwing his eyes shut in terror filled anticipation, Sahar didn’t see Charlotte’s face morph into a ferocious scowl. All bared teeth and fierce determination.

The Axe’s wooden handle splintered under short sharp nails and fury as she swung it, with the strength of 17 years’ worth of hard work living in her muscles.

The spider’s left jaw split with the sickening tearing of flesh.

Sahar’s red blood mixed with the spider’s blue in the dirt as it gushed from the wound and dripped down the Axe.

The spider’s nearly dismembered mandible flapped uselessly from side to side as it sprung back, unsure if to retreat or attack.

With the pressure of its jaws gone, Sahar collapsed onto the blood soiled earth. A few dirt grains danced in the gusts of his labored breaths and the tears Charlotte had so desperately tried to hold on to burst free without restraint The spider webs still held her to the ground as she began to frantically claw at the silken sticky mess, desperate to break free.

Sahars tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as he rasped, “Hey. Hey hey hey ‘s fine….. fine now. Let… let me-”

Words failed him, all washed away by a new wave of hot boiling pain as he willed his mutilated, mutated arm to move, despite every fiber of his being wailing protest. Sharp pointy fingertips dug into the silk and tore it apart like a clawed animal clumsily disemboweling its prey. A howling hissing one at that.

He wanted nothing more than to get out of here and for this unbearable pain to finally, blessedly end.

Oh god please just make it stop.

Charlotte’s free hand found its way into Sahars brown unruly hair and scratched over his scalp in slow soothing circles. He leaned into the touch, this something-other-than-all-consuming-pain-feeling and whined softly.

“Shh shhh. Almost done. It’s almost over.”

He continued to rip the silk to shreds until Charlotte was finally freed. She shot up, dragging Sahar with her. He howled in agony.

Hunted blue eyes darted back to the spider, cowering low on the ground. Its seven eyes stared back, glowing in the mushrooms light.

“We have to move, Sahar. That thing‘s not done with us.”

He willed his shaking legs to stumble alongside Charlotte, when a shot rang over the clearing. Loud like a thunderclap announcing a storm.

Flinching hard enough to make him cry out Sahar witnessed the spider collapse. A thick metal stud pierced through its head, painting abstract patterns of dull blue blood and glowing mushroom pulp over its twitching body.

The ferocious predator transformed into a corpse bleeding starlight.

[asterekmess]

"NON-WEREWOLVES DON'T MAKE PACKS," asterekmess screams while their season 1 rewrite is literally tagged with Stiles Stilinski is part of the Hale pack 👀

XD You’re damn right. My Teen Wolf Rewrite; “A New Perspective” (The next installment of which I’m going to start posting in about a week!) is tagged with “Stiles Stilinski is Part of the Hale Pack”

Thanks for the free advertising!

If you’ve read the rewrite you’ll know that in it I specify that non-werewolves can’t just make their own packs. It’s a werewolf (and I guess later a werecoyote, but they’re both pack animals, so it makes sense) thing. I never said that humans couldn’t join werewolf packs.

My issue comes not from the idea of Stiles joining Scott’s pack, but from the fact that they’re so damn vague about it there’s no proof that he ever did and even if he did, that doesn’t mean he sees Scott as an ‘authority figure.’ Joining a pack should actually Mean something and just because he helps Scott doesn’t mean that they’re pack. Since canon gave us so little information about packs, but told us that they’re apparently intense enough that ‘losing a pack member is like losing a limb,’ I decided to take some artistic license in the fic.

I decided that ‘packs’ can’t form without an Alpha (because otherwise Alphas would be pretty useless in the werewolf world, just...stronger wolves?). Now, other, non-werewolves can join the packs, but that doesn’t mean that they actually seek out an Alpha. They don’t need one, were-as we see in the show that werewolves need pack in order to stay sane, or something. Canon is a dumpster fire, okay?

But yes! I never actually contradicted myself in that fic, and even if I did, my rewrite involves diverging from canon, my dude. :) I get to take the story wherever I see fit.

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

about me tag

alright so i didn’t do everything that was in @ruzek-halstead’s post bc i’m indecisive and also the thought of being perceived as mysterious is incredibly alluring to me. thanks for the tag!!

name/nickname: lauren. i don’t have any nicknames related to my name, oops

gender: female

star sign: aries (fire sign? you must mean dumpster fire of a human being?)

height: 5’3’’ on a good day

favorite bands/artists: taylor swift (idc what anyone says, she’s the greatest lyricist of our generation), paramore, phoebe bridgers, florence + the machine, and sara bareilles

song stuck in my head: “‘tis the damn season” - taylor swift on evermore

last show: probably jeopardy

when did i create this blog? august of 2020

how it’s going? pretty decent! when i started out i thought everything i posted was going to completely flop and that i’d get burnt out. way more people read my stories than i would’ve ever imagined (thank you all!) and i’ve even made some friends (which is super awesome bc i only know one person irl that watches teen wolf and she lives on the other side of the country 🤡).

what i post: basically anything teen wolf related. i reblog a lot of other people’s art, edits, and fics but my original posts mainly consist of reader insert fics & random teen wolf shit posts.

aesthetic: that’s a great question. every quiz i take has wildly different answers like softcore (not accurate) and vintage (also not accurate)

last thing i googled: united states capitol riot

following: 161 (you’re all such cool kids)

followers: 262 (HI HELLO THANK YOU TO EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU)

instruments: i’ve been in choir for about 6 years and i do a lot of solo vocal performance. also guitar on and off since i was 11 maybe? & a bit of ukulele

favorite song: currently “Hayloft” by Mother Mother, “All I Wanted” by Paramore, or literally anything from folklore or evermore by t swift

last book: i’m currently reading Today Means Amen by Sierra DeMulder! i love her poetry style so much and i would highly recommend her work to anyone! watching/listening to her slam poetry makes me feel something when i’m feeling numb so there’s that

tagging (no pressure!): @demxters @voidreid @scilessweetheart @stilesdreams

[bechloedumpsterfire]

tagged by: @betterto-burnout thanks! i already did this on my main blog but was tagged here to so it’ll be mostly the same but the blog answers will obviously will be different

rules: answer the questions and tag 20 blogs you want to get to know better

nicknames: trippy, my mom calls me turtle or stinky lol

pronouns: he/him

star sign: aquarius

height: 5’6”

time currently: 6:56pm

when is your birthday: feb 10th

favorite bands/groups: twenty one pilots, paramore, mom jeans, idk i mostly listen to solo artists these days

favorite solo artists: hayley williams, ben platt, joshua bassett, frank ocean, ron pope, h.e.r., willow, sabrina carpenter, brent faiyaz, amy winehouse, labrinth, i really could just keep going

song stuck in your head: lol currently ymca and only a matter of time by joshua bassett it’s usually like a rotating playlist of songs stuck in my head

last movie you watched: the united states vs. billie holiday

last show binged: fear the walking dead and greys anatomy sorta simultaneously

when you created your blog: 2019

last thing you googled: Dear Evan Hansen Film

why did you chose your url: because it only feature bechloe content and i am a dumpster fire

do you get asks: no i think they’re off tbh

how many people are you following: this is a side blog so same as my main 1419 i think

how many followers do you have: 8 lol this was just meant for me to find fics for myself so the fact that i have any is surprising

average hours of sleep: it really depends but like recently probably 7 or 8

lucky number: 1, 2, or 17

what i’m currently wearing: athletic shorts and an old long sleeve high school shirt

dream job: full time artist or teaching at the collegiate level or like a nature photographer

dream trip: rome

favorite food: ribs

favorite song: addict with a pen by twenty one pilots

top three fictional universes: the last of us, teen wolf, spiderverse, tbh anything with supernatural type stuff

i’m tagging anyone who wants to do it because i think most people in this fandom has already done it lol

[mychemicalficrecs]

alpha gerard/omega frank? love this blog btw :)

Thanks! I found this for you...

Alpha Gerard/Omega Frank

And The Autumn Moon Is Bright by wordslinging, 10k, Mature. "So...what, am I a werewolf now?"

you probably couldn’t see for the lights (but you were staring straight at me) by endlessnighttimesky, 3k, Teen And Up Audiences. The wolf knows. It always does. It's just a matter of getting Frank to realize it, too.

Wolf Verse by kyOMG, 20k, Mature. Frank had never really fit in. He worked a shitty job and had no friends. He hated his life. Then a strange, beautiful man appeared at his door Halloween night.

Full Moon by Spnislife666, 5k, Explicit. Frank Iero is just a normal guy until a werewolf bites him and claims him as his omega. He is forced to live with the werewolf Gerard Way who is his mate. Read the tags.

The Sun and the Moon made the Stars by unorthodox_anthology, 2k, Not Rated. Gerard doesn’t know how long in his wolf-skin he spends there, just watching the boy in the water with the pups. They’re splashing around in a bend, knee deep in clear water, spraying water at each other whilst the boy stands at the edge, ankle deep with a toddler on his hip. The group is drenched from the waist down, hide skirts speckled with water and skin sparkling in the dewy sun. A strip of silken skin is visible through the draping skirt, brown skin dotted with ink, and Gerard has never wanted something so much as he wanted this boy, this beautiful being of sun and light and forest leaves that circle his head in a crown.

Werewolf 'verse by orphan_account, 5k, Explicit. "Frank knew he was due to go into heat soon...this heat, however, was early."

Fun and Games by paeifs, 1k, Explicit. Everything was all fun and games until Frank went into heat early.

Collar of Affection by ChemicalPunkSongwriter, 4k, Explicit. After Frank is claimed by his mate Gerard, everything seems to be perfect. Sure, Gerard can be a little possessive, but that's not a problem. Especially when they go camping in the woods for the full moon.

The Saviour Of The Broken by MyChemicalFallOutBoyRomance, 17k, Not Rated. Frank Iero is an Omega not looking for a mate. Gerard Way is an Alpha looking for a Beta to fuck. Their meeting is almost accidental but it makes a huge impact on them both as they both realise exactly what they have been missing.

The Only Hope For Me Is You by MyChemicalFallOutBoyRomance, 19k, Not Rated. Gerard Way is a broken Alpha. His Omega died and he filled the void with alcohol. Of course his brother is concerned and loves him, even when Gerard takes an instant disliking to Mikey's new Omega friend, Frank. Turns out though, Frank is the one person Gerard really needs.

Press Play by frnkxo, 325 words, Explicit. Part of a sex tape is discovered and watched.

And So We Found Each Other by frnkxo, 7k, Not Rated. When taking the trash out after work, Gerard finds something digging around in the trash behind the dumpster. Luckily, it wasn't a rabid raccoon or a serial killer. Unfortunately, it was a very, very pregnant Omega. And of course, Gerard is too nice to leave him out in the winter, so he lets him spend the night at his apartment.

i wanna hear you sing the praise by theomegapoint, 1k, Explicit. The rest of it is nice too, Gerard guesses, but the marathon sex gets exhausting after a while and sometimes Gerard would rather have this: Frank above him and shaking with the effort of keeping himself up, almost crying with need and want.

Untamed by Hangmans_Radio, 26k, Explicit. Nolite is the best heat suppressing drug on the market. It's the only one available that can be taken daily and without a break. Frank has spent so many years suppressing his heat cycles that he doesn't realise what's happening until it's too late. That he's working in a hotel full of Alpha's is less than ideal, but right when he's ready to give himself over to the first man who tries, Gerard Way comes to his rescue. But if Frank thought he was getting him that easily, he's about to get a nasty shock.

Omega Bliss by HeadRubEnthusiast, 7k, Explicit. The omega rolls his eyes but can't blame him. Gerard is much older than Frank, a good ten years. While this is nothing considering the long lifespan of a wolf blood, the end of prime mating age for a high ranking alpha like Gerard is rearing it's ugly head. He met Frank a little late in the game, as most pairs bond when omegas hit their first heat around sixteen. All of Gerard's litter mates already had their own packs by now, and Frank feels his shame and anger second hand.

Into the Shadows by patheticpunk, 8k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank didn’t know what to except on his sixteenth birthday, but it certainly wasn’t this.

Promise? by Spun_The_Stars, 1k, General Audiences. The wind blew past Frank, ruffling his tangled gray fur. The omega had been wandering the forest on his own for several months, his pack just a blur in his mind. He faintly remembered the screaming and loud bangs, the unfamiliar smells, the fire. Most of all, he remembered running until his paws were scraped and bleeding, and his lungs were desperate for oxygen, that was when it all came crashing down. He was alone.

Frerard ABO's by DestielSnot, 18k, mostly Explicit. [A series of short fics]

what i want to say (never gonna leave you alone) by theomegapoint, 1k, Mature. “Okay,” Gee says, easy and willing like all Frank has to do is ask. “I don’t have equipment for that, though, so you’re gonna have to wait until I can call a friend.” “Equipment? Come on, Gee.” Frank falls backwards on the bed, exasperated. “How hard is it to stick your hand in me?” “Trust me,” Gee says, “We’re gonna need equipment.”

Sleepover by patheticpunk, 7k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank can’t help but be scared of Mikey’s alpha older brother.

Let’s Mix It Up A Little by orphan_account, 686 words, Explicit. If Gerard could only tell you one thing about his mate, Frank, it would be that he was not like other omegas. Despite his size, almost everything about him seemed to at least scream beta. Like the fact that he was loud, brash, and straight to the point. This being said, maybe Gerard should’ve expected it when Frank asked to fuck him.

whatever will be by sweetchems, 4k [WIP], Explicit. Frank Iero is hardened. Frank Iero is cold-hearted. Frank Iero doesn't spare anyone. That gets you nowhere. And yet, when a man is thrown at his feet swimming in debts and begging to be spared... He softens.

Hold me close, tonight. by frankieisarat, 1k [WIP], Explicit. Frank and Gerard have been claimed by each other for months now, and they finally bond in the den in the corner of the garden.

Birthday celebration (Please read it) by Sp00k1eJ1m, 3k, Mature. legend of a family curse that affects the alphas. Gerard is an alpha but is willing to suffer through the insanity until the 18th birthday of someone special.

[thursday-knight]

tagged by @ohmybgosh 💜

fave color

purple!

last song:

a one hour mix of rainy day animal crossing music

last movie:

dashing in december. for like the 4th time. it's no longer christmas, but there aren't enough happy gay films.

watching

2018 charmed reboot. the first season is AMAZING. but the second is a dumpster fire. i don't know how i feel about it. also i just learned about siren, a show with a canon queer poly relationship! so i'm looking to get into that. also monster factory (snack braff! 😍)

reading:

IT by Stephen King, The Haunting of Hill House, One for the money, two for the doughnuts by notactuallyfunctional a teen wolf stephanie plum mash-up, and A cock named Phil, by ihni

sweet, spicy or savory:

savory

tea or coffee:

water!

favorite drink:

water!

tagging:

@masteranakinskywalker @harringrovetrashh @feralsteveharrington @anakinkshamer @lemonflavoredsoda @passivenovember @prettyboyporter

[undersummerstars]

TAG GAME 🎉

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to get to know better or catch up.

Thank you for tagging me, dear @filthyrichdreamboat - I'm so into this right now, you wouldn't believe it 😂

💙 3 Ships:

Uhm, why only 3 if you can ship basically anything in any fandom😎?

Harry Potter

Holy moly am I deep diving into HP fanfic right now for the 3.148th time and my one true love will forever and always be Drarry which was basically my Intro to Slash Fiction 101. Drarry fics have made me cry for the past 10 years like you wouldn't believe... canon never could.

Also: Draco Malfoy deserved his redemption arc and saviour boyfriend and fanfic comes through like canon never could and you can pry that opinion from my cold dead hands.

Also Wolfstar (their movie reunion: btch pls, they're not just pals) and sometimes a bit of Ron/Blaise if I'm on a rare pair trip. And it happens just so that I stumbled upon a pairing that I never knew I needed this weekend: Jegulus!!! And damn... I love that pairing stupid... all that saviour complexes and messy emotions and guilt and there is so much backstory and the Black brothers are basically just one big, gaping backstory wound and all those talented authors deep dive into that... amazing, brilliant, talented!

Also trans!Regulus seems to be an important theme going by what I've read so far and those stories are so good and important and when I've cried myself dumb over the happy endings, I'm sending out a thought to JKR and hope she suffers an ugly rash every time she thinks in her TERFy ways...

Fic rec for Drarry and Wolfstar and Jegulus and one big pile of feelings on top which I recommed so hard is The Devil's White Knight - sadly the writer orphaned their account but this has everything and I've read it just last week and am still shaking with all the feels.

MCU

Stucky is Endgame even though Endgame didn't get the memo, seriously fuck that movie, I'm still so bitter about that. I mean canon made them gay, not me.

But I also love FrostIron, IronStrange, and FrostStrange... I'm really not that picky

Teen Wolf

STEREK!!! So much potential, I'm sobbing.

Also, to pay my respects and for reasons of full disclosure, it's been amazing while it lasted, and I'm quoting @adam-my-adam here: "the the ghost ship I no longer sail:  Larry"

💙 Last song: Raise Hell by Brandi Carlile (my Halloween playlist is finally appropriate again)

💙 Last movie: Into the Woods... which was weird as hell...

💙 Last book: believe it or not but after all these years I've finally picked up my copy of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child from where it was collecting dust... because the Epilogue of Doom has turned me off so bad, I couldn't face canon following that dumpster fire...

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk 😅🤣! I tag everyone who wants to do this, because I haven't talked to anyone on here for ages 🙈! Tag me back, I wanna see what you ship, or hit me up with your fic recs!!