𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 .

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 / 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 .

[frzns]

i acknowledge that isaac had a big crush on allison (who doesn’t), but i don’t write That Ship here. he had just as much of a crush on scott (who doesn’t) as he did allison and if there was anyone he would have tried to make a move on, it would have been scott first.

[ohswiftys]

“Cause I don’t have anyone.”

[tiptate]

.   &   ›   ‘  am i brave enough to let go ? ‘

IF HE HAS TO ASK HER FOR THE ANSWER  ,     MALIA FEARS   that maybe he isn’t  .     maybe the ache is still like a fresh bruise  ,     even though he has none  ,     anymore  .     even though bruises fade and bones weave back  ,     maybe his still burn like new  .     if he has to ask  ,     she doesn’t know how to tell him that maybe he’s not ready  .     she doesn’t want to do that  .

‘     is it so bad if you’re not ready yet   ?    i think you’re allowed to be    —    hurt  .     no one’s gunna take that from you  ,     right    ?    ’        the words are stuck like cotton  ,     dry in the back of her throat  .     for him she tries anyway  .        ‘    i think it’s kinda brave to go on while holding on  .     to do what you do  ,     even though you’re still fighting  .     and i think it’ll feel better in time  .     i think you’re brave enough  ,     isaac  .     but do you    ?    ’

.   &   ›   ‘  @frzns​​ .

[frzns]

@tiptate​    ‣    ❝ i do not want to be a person. i want to be unbearable. ❞

        HOW    TO    TELL    THE    wild    thing    that    her    wild    is    not    her    curse  ?    malia    is    the    gnash    of    her    teeth  ,    blunt    despite    the    azulean    glow    of    her    eyes  ;    it’s    the    first    warning    that    she    is    gearing    up    to    either    run    or    lash    out    and    isaac    wants    neither    response  .    so    he    doesn’t    approach  ,    even    though    he    wants    to  .    even    though    he    thinks    maybe    he    could    if    he    tried  ,    maybe    she    would    let    him    if    he    did  .    but    he’s    not    going    to    risk    it  .

        ❝    okay  .    ❞    easy  ,    easy  .    isaac    does    not    want    to    fight  ;    he’s    not    looking    for    one    and    he    doesn’t    want    to    cause    one    (    it    always    feels    like    he’s    the    one    that    causes    them    )  .    he    doesn’t    want    to    fight  ,    but    this    feels    like    the    makings    of    one  .    how    to    tell    the    wild    thing    that    her    wild    is    not    her    only  ?    it    is    not    her    all  .

        there’s    sweat    beading    on    the    back    of    isaac’s    neck  ,    dampening    his    hair  ;    nerves    taste    like    salt  ,    like    blood    in    the    mouth  ,    like    a    threat  .    he    addresses    her    anyway  .    ❝    why    do    you    have    to    be    one    or    the    other  ?    stiles    is    the    most    unbearable    person    i    know  .    ❞    it’s    not    what    she    meant  .    but    there’s    a    point    in    his    poorly    timed    humor  ,    somewhere    (    how    to    tell    the    wild    thing    that    she    can    be    human    and    she    can    be    wild  ?    )  .    isaac    ducks    his    head  ,    but    maintains    eye    contact  ,    his    golden    gaze    locked    onto    hers    like    sights    set  .    ❝    do    you    want    me    to    call    you    unbearable  ?    stop    leaving    your    dirty    clothes    at    my    place    when    you    leave  .    use    soap    when    you    do    the    dishes  .    stop    slamming    the    toilet    seat    lid  .    ❞    small    disturbances    to    appease    her  ,    but    now    he’s    trying    not    to    smile  .    ❝    you’re    annoying    as    hell  ,    mal  .    happy  ?    ❞

[frzns]

        ❝    I    HAVE    AN    IDEA  .    ❞    words    are    cautious    from    him  .    isaac    talks    as    if    he    is    not    sure    he    is    allowed  ,    quiet    in    the    way    he    offers    them  ,    and    further    does    his    apprehension    make    itself    known    in    the    cast    of    his    gaze    to    the    ground  .    he    glances    up    once    or    twice    though  ,    checking    engagement  .    ❝    let’s    not    do    that  .    ❞

`  & .     @joneshead​

[fossaed]

ANNE CARSON SENTENCE PROMPTS

i.   quotes taken from various prose by anne carson. adjust as necessary.

❝  as long as you want, and all that you want.  ❞

❝  i am someone who did not die when i should have died.  ❞

❝  i remember exactly how i thought life would be.  ❞

❝  why are you so in love with things unbearable?  ❞

❝  i conversed with you in a dream.  ❞

❝  lie down and tell me about it.  ❞

❝  humans in love are terrible.  ❞

❝  desire is no light thing.  ❞

❝  your bitter heart heals my heart.  ❞

❝  gods are stubborn. so am i.  ❞

❝  memory is exhausting.  ❞

❝  anger is a bitter lock. but you can turn it.  ❞

❝  beauty of the heart and the mind are things that are cultivated.  ❞

❝  you cannot make me stop thinking.  ❞

❝  some conversations are not about what they’re about.  ❞

❝  but you know none of us is pure.  ❞

❝  there is something maddeningly attractive about the untranslatable.  ❞

❝  what chance do we have for a bit of attention?  ❞

❝  but dreams have ensavaged me.  ❞

❝  you are in pain, so what?  ❞

❝  love does not make me gentle or kind.  ❞

❝  my mind is burning.  ❞

❝  girls are cruelest to themselves.  ❞

❝  i wanted to know you.  ❞

❝  i do not want to be a person. i want to be unbearable.  ❞

❝  i will do anything to avoid boredom.  ❞

❝  i am interested in anger.  ❞

❝  not ashamed to say i loved him for his beauty. as i would again.  ❞

❝  this would be hard for you if you were weak, but you are not weak.  ❞

[ohswiftys]

It’s alright Isaac. They’re just memories. You can’t be hurt by a memory.

[tiptate]

. & › ‘ i can’t put my mind to rest . ‘

‘    THEN WE WON’T REST  .    ’       AS IF IT IS THAT SIMPLE  .     as if she had the power to heal  ,     to do anything with her claws other than wound  .     as if she weren’t snarl  -  sharp  ,     on alert  .       *    I CAN BE SOFT  ,     TOO    !    I AM A FERAL’D HEART BUT MY MIND ACHES FOR SOMETHING A LITTLE MORE STABLE  .     I CAN BE SOFT   /   I CAN BE WARM  .     there is something haunted to the look of him here  ,     malia thinks  .     like isaac is somewhere else  ,     stuck someplace cold  ,     without light  .     alone  ,     alone  .     she knows what solitude feels like  ,     knows the way it creeps  ,     sometimes  .

without consent  .     memories do not care if you want them or not  .

‘    you still have that pancake mix we got last time  ,     right    ?    ’       carefully does she slide his shirt over her body  ,     even though she doesn’t need to  .     her phone reads 2:17 am  ,    and malia sits  ,     here  ,     presses her fingers to a point of his spine and hopes he focuses it on it instead of where ever he is living  .     here here here  ,     i am here  ,     could you be here with me    ?   could we be here together    ?    don’t go somewhere else  ,     don’t go somewhere else  .     i don’t know how to get there  .        ‘    i could go for some right now  .     wanna make with me    ?    ’

.   &   ›   ‘  @frzns​ .

[frzns]

☽  ➝ TIPTATE·  /  [ 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚎 ]

SHE IS A SOLITARY THING  .     ONCE UPON A TIME  ,     malia tate had been a softer girl  ,     something sassy and young and full of life  .     here she is still living  ,     and she is still sharp  ,     but something has warped  ,     a little bit  .     bent metal  .     she tastes blood in her mouth and there is none there  ,     so she focuses back on where the blood really is  .     isaac is doing a better job of lookout than she is  ,     and malia thinks fine  ,     thinks less work for me  ,     thinks it doesn’t matter if i help him or not  .     but her body is a fidget  ,     a lean  .     she sniffs the air  ,     but addresses his phone  .        ‘    make sure you write down that there’s a    —    it’s like a latch  .     thingy  .     on one of the windows from the outside  .     i can show scott later  ,     but i’ll forget if you don’t write it down  .    ’        there  .     support  .     she goes back to her tree  ,     and frowns  .        ‘    mates aren’t a thing for people    ?    someone to spend the rest of your life with  ,     right   ?   what’s the big deal if i call it mates instead of   —   of dating  ,     or whatever   ?   doesn’t it mean the same thing   ?    ’     the hardest part  ,     she thinks  ,     is just knowing things differently  .     for some reason it’s still wrong  .       the thought leaves as quickly as it came  .     she purses her lips  .        ‘    so there’s petting one another  ,     but no mates   ?   besides  ,     you haven’t smelt it yet  .     when we get lydia  ,     you’ll see  .    ’       speaking of lydia  ,     she inches a little towards the ward  .        ‘    okay  .     we won’t go in  .     but we should get a little closer  .    ’

        ISAAC    CAN    UNDERSTAND    ISOLATION  .    lock    and    key    pieces  ,    whole    body    caged  ,    barriers    to    an    unknown    world  .    malia    is    bent    metal    and    isaac    is    broken    glass  ,    but    there    is    something    to    be    said    about    ruined    things    finding    each    other  .    ruined    things    ruining    each    other  ,    maybe  ,    too  .    isaac    looks    at    her  ,    brow    furrowed  ,    but    mouth    quirking    again  ,    and    says  ,    ❝    thanks  .    ❞    means    it  ,    genuinely  .    he’d    forget  ,    too  ,    if    he’d    even    noticed    it    in    the    first    place  .    he    types    in    latch    thingy    with    fingers    steadier    than    his    rabbit  -  racing  -  heart  .    ❝    i    guess    when    you    put    it    like    that  ,    it    means    the    same    thing  ,    ❞    isaac    concedes  ,    one    shoulder    lifting    in    reluctant    agreement  .    ❝    but  ,    uh  ,    i    don’t    think    dating    in    high    school    means    for    the    rest    of    your    life  .    and  ,    god  ,    if    there’s    something    i    never    want    to    do  ,    it’s    smell    whatever    the    hell    you’re    implying    is    going    on    between    stiles    and    lydia  .    ❞    malia    steps    away    and  ,    instinctively  ,    isaac    steps    with    her  ,    inches    along    behind  ,    nerves    clenching    and    unclenching    his    fists    at    his    sides    as    he    follows  .    ❝    fine  .    closer  .    we    need    to    check    out    the    back  ,    don’t    you    think  ?    ❞

[frzns]

☽  ➝ TIPTATE·  /  [ 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚎 ]

‘    WELL  ,     WE’VE LOOKED AT THE THING FOR long enough  .     don’t you want to get in there  ,     too    ?    ’        progress looks like this   ,     looks like a girl left to ache in eichen coming back for someone she once upon a time would have killed without concern  .     progress is concern and care and a little bit of worry  .     a lot of worry  .     but isaac isn’t moving  ,     and malia knows better than to go on her own and face scott’s disappointment  ,     so she huffs  ,     loud and put out  ,     and bumps her back to a tree  .        ‘    of course’s he’s trying to get in there  .     they’re mates  .    ’        casual  ,     easy  .     malia picks at the skin of her lip with earth  -  pressed fingers      and doesn’t find it gross  .        ‘    the last time scott sent us out here  ,     stiles almost managed to get himself killed  .     or worse  ,     caught  .     stiles is only allowed during the day  ,     but    —    he’s definitely been sneaking by  .    ’

        ❝    NO  ,    I    DON’T  .    WHAT    i    want    is    to    do    what    scott    asked    me    to    do  .    which    was    to    scope    the    place    out  ,    and    then    report    back    what    we    find  .    ❞    isaac    cants    his    head    to    one    side    as    if    he’s    heard    something  ,    a    new    angle    to    better    listen    in    to    whatever    he’s    picked    up    on  .    somewhere  ,    a    couple    of    guards    are    switching    shifts  .    his    phone    says    it’s    eight    o’clock  ,    which    means    one    rotation    lasts    about    an    hour  ,    and    he    makes    a    note    of    that    in    his    phone    so    he    won’t    forget  .    ❝        MATES  ,    ❞    he    repeats    once    he’s    tucked    his    phone    away  .    isaac    looks    back    up    at    the    imposing    menace    of    the    psych    hospital    and    pretends    the    grimace    he    wears    is    for    its    haunting    facade    instead    of    malia’s    observation  .    scott    had    told    him    she    had    some    gaps    to    fill    since    turning    human    again  ,    so    he    tries    his    best    to    channel    the    warmth    he’s    always    been    shown    by    his    alpha  .    ❝    yeah  ,    that’s    not    a    thing    for    people  .    they’d    be  ,    uh  ,    like  ,    dating  ?    you    know  ,    going    out    a    lot  .    dinner    and    a    movie  ?    heavy    petting    in    the    car    before    curfew  ?    and    there’s    no    way    stiles    stilinski    is    dating    lydia    martin  .    he    wishes  .    but    that    explains    all    the    heroics    he’s    trying    for  .    ❞    

[lheys]

                  ‣                𝐖  𝐄  𝐈  𝐆  𝐇  𝐓  𝐋  𝐄  𝐒  𝐒  .

[frzns]

☽  ➝ TIPTATE·  /  [ 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚎 ]

IT IS NOT FEAR THAT KEEPS HER QUIET  .     it is apprehension  ,     it is build  .     it is the lead in before a hunt  ,     before a chase  .     say   :   I AM MORE GIRL THAN ANIMAL  .     I AM HUMAN AND I AM GIRL AND I DO NOT CHASE AND I DO NOT HUNT  .    she is getting used to it  ,     the mantra  .     i am i am i am  .     she is getting used to it  ,     but sometimes she still doesn’t understand  .     sometimes humanity is a foreign language  ,     is a prison  .     her thoughts align with his words and she snaps out of it  ,     startled  .     startled he said that  .     mumbles  ,        ‘   weird  .    ’        and then nothing else  .     malia blows hair from her vision  .        ‘    yeah  ,     that’s why we’re trying to get lydia out  .     when we’re not just standing here looking at the thing  .    ’       careful is she  ,     however  ,     in her next few steps  .     this time  ,     nothing crackles beneath her foot  .     she throws him a smile so wide it rivals the flashlight  .        ‘   patience is a virtue  .    ’

        THEY    BOTH    HAVE    LEARNING    to    do  .    wild    thing  ,    don’t    you    worry  ;    most    humans    are    more    monster    than    the    beasts    in    this    town’s    woods  ,    more    animal    than    even    the    ones    you’ve    hunted  .    more    vicious  ,    too  ,    for    how    they    fake    it  .    those    are    the    worst    kinds    of    monsters  ,    of    course  :    the    ones    who    pretend    they    are    not  .    this    place    reeks    of    fear    and    isaac    has    to    wonder    if    he    does    not    always    smell    much    the    same  ;    he’s    only    a    little    bit    embarrassed    about    it  .    ❝    scott    told    us    to    scope    it    out  .    that    means    looking    at    the    thing  ,    not    going    in    yet  .    ❞    her    smile    forces    one    of    his    own  ,    the    tug    of    the    corner    of    his    mouth    slight    but    obvious    enough    she    might    see    the    brief    peek    of    a    dull    canine  .    ❝    yeah  ,    tell    that    to    stilinski  .    guy’s    biting    at    the    damned    bit    to    get    in    there  .    probably    why    we’re    the    ones    here    and    not    him    and    scott  .    ❞

[frzns]

☽  ➝ TIPTATE·  /  [ 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚎 ]

‘    THAT ONE WAS ON YOU  .    ’        SHE MEANS    :         the branch  .     she means    :    i refuse to take responsibility for faults that are not mine  .        have you learned that  ,     seabird    ?     have you learned that all the world’s wilted flowers  ,     all the world’s broken bones  ,     are not your fault    ?    malia listens  ,     but barely  .     stops moving only when she brushes against his shoulder  ,     when she is collarbone to backblade  .    she stops only because newton’s law and paused - matter and something she would understand  ,     maybe  ,     if they had lydia to teach her  .     loss swirls uncomfortably in her gut  ,     so she waits  .        ‘    patience is annoying  .     what are we even waiting f  —    ’        flashlight clicks   /   LED spark  .    malia holds her breath  .

        AN    APOLOGY    BREWS    ON    his    tongue    (    𝚝𝚑𝚎    𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛    𝚒𝚜    𝚗𝚘  .    𝚝𝚑𝚎    𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛    𝚒𝚜    𝚘𝚏    𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎    𝚒    𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎    𝚗𝚘𝚝    𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍    𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝    𝚒𝚝    𝚒𝚜    𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎    𝚝𝚘    𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛    𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗    𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝    𝚒𝚜    𝚗𝚘𝚝    𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜    𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍  .    𝚒    𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎    𝚗𝚘𝚝    𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍    𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝    𝚒𝚝    𝚒𝚜    𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎    𝚗𝚘𝚝    𝚝𝚘    𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜    𝚋𝚎    𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍  ,    𝚗𝚘𝚝    𝚝𝚘    𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜    𝚋𝚎    𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍    𝚊𝚗𝚍    𝚋𝚎𝚐    𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜    𝚏𝚘𝚛    𝚖𝚢    𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍    𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜    )  .    he    is    forming    the    words    I’M    SORRY  ,    but    light    floods    the    grounds  ,    blue  -  white’d    and    flickering    for    a    moment  ,    and    his    throat    closes  .    the    light    pendulum  -  swings    back    and    forth  ,    and    makes    it    so    far    as    mere    inches    from    falling    across    isaac’s    face    before    it    clicks    off    again  .    ❝    SHIT  ,    ❞    he    breathes    only    after    the    retreating    footsteps    dissipate  ,    shoulders    still    hiked    to    his    ears  .    ❝    this    place    is    a    prison  .    ❞

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☽  ➝ TIPTATE·  /  [ 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚎 ]

HE HEARS BONE    /    BOY MADE OF SPLINTERED PARTS   ,    violent ends  ,     frayed and livewire crackling  ,     hears bone  .     malia hears the rush of a car crash  .     she hears the snap of twig beneath her boot and suddenly she is all buckled in  ,     she is fighting with her sister in the backseat  .     maybe it’s his anxiety  ,     his own spike of fear  ,     that pulls hers  .     it’s awful  ,     this human shit  .     she felt so much less when she thought solely of survival  .        ‘    it helps to shut up  .    ’        his contempt is not unnoticed  ,     she just does not know what it means  .     malia sticks her tongue out at him  .        ‘    they’re all boring and human  .     i think that one behind the window is high  .     one broken branch won’t siren a   —   won’t call a   —    ’        words are sticky  .     or were they tricky    ?        ‘   can you just keep moving    ?    ’

        HE    MISSES    THE    GESTURE  ,    all    tongue    and    teeth    and    snap  -  lock  -  jaw  -  fumbling    in    her    movements  ,    attention    set    elsewhere  .    the    air    is    cold    and    so    is    the    moon  ,    covered    up  ,    hidden    away  ,    a    little    bit    lost    behind    clouds  ,    but    isaac    feels    the    thrum    of    his    instincts    beneath    his    skin    like    some    kind    of    sickness  .    or    maybe    that’s    just    the    fear  .    sometimes  ,    his    fear    is    quiet  .    BUT    MOST    TIMES  ,    he    is    drowning    in    it  ,    waves    throwing    him    from    the    deck    and    into    the    sea    of    his    nightmares    come    to    life    by    little    more    than    the    cracking    of    brush    under    foot  .    ❝    one    broken    branch    could    turn    into    multiple  .    ❞    beneath    his    own    feet  ,    twigs    crunch  .    isaac    winces  .    ❝    just    wait    a    second  ,    will    you  ?    patience    is    a    virtue  .    or    something    like    that  .    ❞

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        SOMETHING    CRACKS    LIKE    BONE    behind    him    to    the    right    and    for    that    split    second  ,    he    is    all    tense    shoulders  ,    fists    tight  ,    ready    to    defend  .    but    the    beat    passes  ,    as    it    does  ,    and    he    remembers    he    is    not    alone  .    ❝    it    helps    to    look    where    you’re    going  .    ❞    his    voice    is    nearly    imperceptible  ,    if    not    for    her    heightened    senses    and    the    white    puff    of    his    warm    breath    mingling    with    the    cold    air  .    isaac    glances    over    his    shoulder    to    eye    her    with    some    contempt  .    ❝    you’re    going    to    give    us    away  .    ❞

`  & .     @tiptate

[frzns]

isaac is absolutely NOT a leader and he never will be, but he is selective and picky about who he follows. that being said, he is painfully loyal to those he does choose and that’s why he would drop everything to go back to beacon if scott ever asked.

[pitau]

There is a dazed panic and coiled restraint behind your every movement that will come out later through the flesh, the bone. Months from now you will wake sore and bruised, as if your body cannot forget what happened, and this is the only way it can express the trauma.

Jeff VanderMeer; Acceptance (via pitau)