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❛ - - what good is a soldier when he’s DEAD? citizens mourn ; flags are lowered. but how does their legacy live on? dogtags upon their tattered necks / a twenty-one gunsalute to the unknown. semper fi, do or die. now that you’ve died, what now? how does one do their duty when they are six feet underground. the answer is simple. they don’t.
❛ - - what good is a soldier when he’s DEAD? citizens mourn ; flags are lowered. but how does their legacy live on? dogtags upon their tattered necks / a twenty-one gunsalute to the unknown. semper fi, do or die. now that you’ve died, what now? how does one do their duty when they are six feet underground. the answer is simple. they don’t.
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❛ - - what good is a soldier when he’s DEAD? citizens mourn ; flags are lowered. but how does their legacy live on? dogtags upon their tattered necks / a twenty-one gun salute to the unknown. semper fi, do or die. now that you’ve died, what now? how does one do their duty when they are six feet underground. the answer is simple. they don’t.
from the time our tiny t o d d l e r brains begin imagining things until our very LAST breath, we are always in constant FEAR of the monsters under our bed. as you get o l d e r , you realize all of your demons are given life, taking root in all of the places you once felt SAFE. you look in the mirror & your reflection is so u n n e r v i n g , you can’t help but ask yourself, “ was i the monster all along? ” // indie liam dunbar from mtv’s teen wolf.
rule number one, is that you gotta have fun, but baby when you’re done, you gotta be the first to run. rule number two, just don’t get attached to, somebody you could lose. rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek but never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat. rule number four, gotta be looking pure. kiss him goodbye at the door and leave him wanting MORE-MORE
& life asked death. why do people love me but hate you ? death responded, because you are a beautiful lie & i’m a painful truth. written by ash & aaron !
freezertrapped.
❝ i was at your funeral. i dealt with dad beating me almost to death because i wasn’t as good as you. I WORE YOUR DOG TAGS. i still do. ❞ anger is lacing his tone, fingertips dipping under the neck of his shirt, finger wrapping around the chain to pull it out, lets it drop against his chest. it feels too real, realer than any of his dreams have been.
❝ … i mourned you. ❞ he can’t breathe, his chest is burning with nerves & sadness is coming off in waves from his form. each breath he sucks in feels like he’s breathing in acid. he doesn’t understand what he’s saying, he’s not listening properly, too caught up in his own thoughts to question what his brother means.
his brother is here. camden lahey is here. camden lahey is here.
❝ you some shifter ? is that what this is ? ❞ eyes flash yellow, glowing & full of anger. his control hasn’t been the best since allison died & if someones trying to get to him, it’s working. it’s weird, he looks like camden, he sounds like camden, he smells —- off but still like his brother. this isn’t real. this isn’t real. ❝ i’ll rip your throat out with my claws & i won’t fucking hesitate, i don’t care if my eyes turn blue. ❞
it’s almost as if he could breathe himself. to see the shine of the aluminum against his brother’s chest. eyes can see as clear as day ; it’s as if time stopped, if only for a moment. ( he wasn’t gone. he wasn’t gone. ) he was here / right here. a family, they could have been. one by one, ripped at it’s very seams. the father, the mother, the son. leaving issac all alone. if he could feel, he would be in this moment.
❝ breathe, issac. please. ❞ nothing he says will make sense ; nothing will be comprehended unless he breathes. let the wolf take over if need be, but breathe. the mind needed to be calm. to lose control is to reject the truth / to reject what is right in front of him. camden cannot & will not let that happen. not while he can help it.
steps are taken forward, he has to move. move before it’s too late. he has to prove himself ; prove that he’s here. that he was real. issac lived by the moon, but he was of the shadows. movement so fluid and unclear, as if he was floating in midair. it didn’t take long for him to reach his brother, hands upon his shoulders. grounding him, keeping him in control.
❝ i’m a wraith. a ghost for lack of a better word. fuck, issac. i’m right here. listen to me. i’m here because of you. only you. ❞
❝ - - is there a reason eichen house hasn’t been burned to the ground yet or am i the first to think of it. call it blunt, but that place might quite literally be the devil’s lair. i’m just saying. ❞
derek’s hands/arms in 3.02
freezertrapped.
❝ ————————- this is a dream. ❞
it’s INSTINCT, this isn’t the first time he’s seen his brother move towards him after years of being gone. he’s angry, angry that his mind is doing this to him again. dragging up buried nightmares ( buried almost as deep as he thought his brother was. ) that leave him waking up screaming & tearing apart bed-sheets with claws. the wound of losing his brother still hasn’t healed, remembers the day his dad told him the news & remembers the way the freezer felt against his nails that night better than he wishes.
cerulean hues meet his brother’s eyes, his brother’s eyes ( something he never thought he’d do ever again. ), something that resembles a terrified mixture of shock & anger is clear as day on the wolves features. isaac doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. run, throw punches, cry, hug his brother, tell him he missed him. all seem like reasonable options. ❝ this isn’t real. you’re not real. you’re dead. you’re dead. ❞
this might be the hardest thing he’s done since take that bullet back across the atlantic. to leave the ones he loved ; the ones who needed him. he’s watched from a distance. he knows ; he’s seen the chaos that the town has become. how can his appearance solve anything? answer: it won’t. but, it’s a necessity. it’s why he’s here. to be a silent guardian over his brother. to make sure he’s okay / to make sure he can survive on his own. unfortunately, it’s not just the silence that’s deadly...
❝ ...yeah, i am. ❞ tough words, but the truth nonetheless. he won’t aid to the delusions his brother thinks he’s having. but he won’t sugar-coat what he needs to know. this is a hard word. wolf turned men howl at the moon, a wailing woman can scream and destroy - - & the dead now walk again. how much different is it truly?
❝ but it doesn’t mean it’s not real. ❞
Alpha’s getting smacked pretty good down there. Shall we dig in, sir? Not a bad idea.
& life asked death. why do people love me but hate you ? death responded, because you are a beautiful lie & i’m a painful truth. written by ash & aaron !
❛ - - what good is a soldier when he’s DEAD? citizens mourn ; flags are lowered. but how does their legacy live on? dogtags upon their tattered necks / a twenty-one gun salute to the unknown. semper fi, do or die. now that you’ve died, what now? how does one do their duty when they are six feet underground. the answer is simple. they don’t.
alright, this is a starter call. or if you wanna plot anything, feel free to hit up the inbox or IM. <3
AU. PARRISH AS SEYMOUR. LYDIA AS AUDREY. SHERIFF AS MUSHNIK. THEO AS THE DENTIST. THE BEAST AS AUDREY TWO. MALIA, KIRA, AND LIAM AS THE URCHIN GIRLS. DO IT.
outofbullets. Impossible. Theo is Bill Murray. Jackson can be Orin.
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