WOLFBANE BLOOMS

indie werewolf oc / written by celeste

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turns out i wasn’t physically goofin’ but i was spiritually goofin’

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a bitch is gonna analyze and revise the short story that ginny’s from for her plot class so don’t be surprised to see me here goofin’ off

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“Sometimes I tell myself I’m okay. I repeat it, like a mantra. I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay. Because I’m afraid if I stop, even for a moment, I will drown in all the reasons I am not.”

— (via moonshinemonty)

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just imagined a wolfed-out ginny running into my oc who runs a true crime web series and i have to laugh

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just started crying bc joel hodgson follows stephen king on twitter ??? okay

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@claustrophobicwerewolf 

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make me choose challenge ✭ @janemaxine​ asked nancy wheeler or robin buckley

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ginny “ferocious werewolf” talbot who is scared of dogs of any size

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“sometimes to be only a wolf, / sometimes to be only a little girl.”

— Jason Schneiderman, from “Little Red Riding Wolf,” published in The Account (via lifeinpoetry)

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make your muse !

tagged by: i stole it from myself xoxo tagging: NOBODY bc u guys can’t handle this energy

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       TRUTH BE TOLD, he thinks she’s just another stray dog, wandering around the property that he’ll have to pretend he doesn’t see because harley doesn’t WANT a dog or shoo off the property before one of the neighbors tries to shoot it again. austin takes the braver route while harley’s out of the house; he’s already off the porch with a broom in hand when he sees HER. she’s frozen, just like he is, except she’s half-naked in a flannel and barefoot in the middle of winter and sure, it’s technically the south, but it gets cold at night these days. he’s already dropped the broom to the forest floor, shouldering off his jacket to wrap around her shoulders, when he stops, suddenly AWARE of his actions.

       he doesn’t know HOW this girl got here but he’s sure the circumstances aren’t good; the last thing he wants to do is scare her and send her running back toward whatever she was clearly fleeing from. “i’m austin,” he starts, taking another hesitant step toward her. “i live in that house back there.” he uses the hand not holding his jacket to gesture back to he and harley’s home, attached to the garage they both work at, light spilling onto the porch from inside. “i’m not – i don’t want to hurt you.” he feels like he’s talking to a frightened dog; maybe his original guess wasn’t as far off as he thought it was. “if you WANT, you can come back to the house. call somebody. you’ll be safe there, promise.” he takes a deep breath as he stops, only a foot from her now, and holds the jacket out to her. “you don’t have to if you don’t want. but take the coat.”

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    true clarity doesn’t filter back into ginny’s perception until the boy before her speaks. she’d noticed him approaching, how could she not with the racket he made, crunching on leaves and heavy footfalls, but the knowledge is more intrinsic than observed. like a predator sniffing prey on the wind. like eyes that don’t need to see things moving in the shadows to know they’re there.

    she gives a shiver although it’s mostly cursory. the cold isn’t something she feels as much as it is something she knows, like a simple fact or a measurement. the weather is cold. the boy is austin. ginny is somewhere unfamiliar to her. lost seems too strong a word. how could she be lost if she isn’t looking for anything? how can she be lost when there is no place she belongs anymore?

    ginny steps forward, her careful step hardly mussing the leaves beneath her foot. she’s gotten good at walking silently in the woods, but she can’t remember when. perhaps it’s something intrinsic to her now, something that comes when the wolfbane blooms and the moon is full and bright. 

    she takes the jacket from austin, draping it over her shoulders. the nails that clutch at the lapel are dirty. the smell of him overwhelms her for a moment. sawdust and motor oil and something earthy, like patchouli. “thank you.” her voice is hoarse. she can’t remember the last time she used it. “i don’t -- there’s nobody i need to call.” and then, as an after-thought. “ -- i’m ginny.”

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female awesome meme: 1/5 unfairly hated ladies ♡ nancy wheeler (stranger things)

You’re pretending like everything is okay. You know, like we didn’t… like we didn’t kill Barb. Like, it’s great. Like, we’re in love and we’re partying. Yeah, let’s party, huh? Party. We’re partying. This is bullshit.

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just another kid with issues,,,