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that’s a nice ship you have there but do they punch each other in the face

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Thinking about Peter wanting power just to protect himself. Peter letting Dark Magic!Stiles fight his battles for him.

Mojito!Creep translates this into:

"Hold my flower boo"

"I got your flower boo. You kick his ass boo."

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GOD  SAID THIS WAS GOING TO BE SHORT ITS TURNING INTO A MONSTER. PLEASE SEND HELP

"Stiles."
He looks up to see the werewolf’s eyes at a rare moment of intensity, and realizes he can feel his chest rising and falling rather harshly. He feels too hot and cold all at once.
He opens his mouth to apologize, but the glare Peter levels him with makes him think twice. Stiles says sorry a lot, and Peter hates it. ‘Don’t apologize until you do something worth apologizing for,’ is what he said the first time, though it takes weeks until Stiles can finally curb the word from his tongue.

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Hey guys! I WROTE A THING! BEHOLD MA’ GENIUS!
"Werewolves are not real," comes out of his friend’s mouth after a few hilarious moments of lips stumbling over the first word."I hit a canine creature of the night and it turned into a naked person.""You’re…conclusion…jumping to.""And you’re drunk, Yoda."

Hey guys! I WROTE A THING! BEHOLD MA’ GENIUS!

"Werewolves are not real," comes out of his friend’s mouth after a few hilarious moments of lips stumbling over the first word.

"I hit a canine creature of the night and it turned into a naked person."

"You’re…conclusion…jumping to."

"And you’re drunk, Yoda."

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Hey guys, I wrote some really lovely words on my bloggy blog this morning, all about the first kisses with my favorite ships. 
There’s Sterek and Steter and Azazel/Eve and a whole bunch more, so if you want a bit o fluff in your day, give it a quick read. 
Fluff isn’t something I write very often or in very large amounts. 

Hey guys, I wrote some really lovely words on my bloggy blog this morning, all about the first kisses with my favorite ships. 

There’s Sterek and Steter and Azazel/Eve and a whole bunch more, so if you want a bit o fluff in your day, give it a quick read. 

Fluff isn’t something I write very often or in very large amounts. 

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Discussing my latest fic idea

  • Manda Marie: that's just the right amount of creepy and suggestive I LIKE IT‏
  • me: AW YEAH‏
  • me: THATS MY JAM SON‏
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This will never end, cause I want more.

Peter Hale has intimate knowledge of two very opposing concepts, which are truly one and the same - having your throat ripped out and falling in love.

Spilling the insides out, rushing forth to consume everything he knows, ensnaring the senses from the brain-stem to the nerve endings, till all he can smell and touch and taste is fire and agony.

And it’s going to be the death of him, one way or the other. Like claws in his jugular, there is no good way this can end. And its going to end between one breath and the next, mere seconds of pain without pleasure or triumph. 

He’s powerless to stop either one.

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"There is an old saying that if you stare into the abyss, it will stare back into you.
It used to cause me anxiety, and fear. For what if I am all too like the darkness?
Now when I recall those words, I smile. Because the darkness will blink first, because I don’t blink, motherfucker, and you should have known that. And I will laugh, and I will keep on living.
To me, that’s growing up.
Life is too short to live in fear. Its too brief to hesitate, too impulsive to pause, and too fleeting to delay.
And for those of you who still cling to the past like a bottle of your favorite mind-numbing concoction, I only hope you can wake up before it’s too late."
— from the Journal, entry dated Oct. 2nd, 2013
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Manda Marie inspired this lovely new post on my blog!
Don’t listen to fucking assholes. Just don’t. Walk away. Make them run away if possible. Then have a peach cause you are one.
Don’t fucking apologize for shit that you don’t feel sorry for. Cackle maniacally. Throw back your shoulders. Hold your head high. Think murder. And walk. When they ask why you aren’t sorry, continue to cackle like the glorious beast you truly are until they run away with their tail between their legs…

Manda Marie inspired this lovely new post on my blog!

  1. Don’t listen to fucking assholes. Just don’t. Walk away. Make them run away if possible. Then have a peach cause you are one.
  2. Don’t fucking apologize for shit that you don’t feel sorry for. Cackle maniacally. Throw back your shoulders. Hold your head high. Think murder. And walk. When they ask why you aren’t sorry, continue to cackle like the glorious beast you truly are until they run away with their tail between their legs…
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