ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉᶰ

ind au scott mccall. mutuals only.

[oncetrue-blog]

>>  i didn’t even think of doing this until you said i couldn’t so really you’re the one at fault here.   ♡   written by kq + bast.    ♡♡♡    happy birthday @ the pal @cyclone24 !!

[gotcute-blog1]

          THIS IS CONFUSING, & HE DID NOT EVEN GET     an answer in return. he’s blindly following him, trusting him the lead on an unfamiliar path. scott just knocked on his door, took him out & drove him in his motorbike to the preserve. which is kinda suspicious, since scott would talk to all the pack & not only him if it was that urgent… but a part of him ( name it HOPE ) opines this could be a matter that would only stay between them. as this was a confidence test. anyhow liam stopped his steps through the dim woods, & there goes his nosy instict wondering what this will be. ❝ how important it is that you refuse to tell me right now? come on, seriously what is it? is this a sort of strange surprise & you’ll bite hayden to wherever you’re taking me to? ❞

[oncetrue-blog]

scott intends to keep trudging on. taking a winding, out of the way path to lessen the chances of liam recalling just where they’re headed.  ( he’s had it mapped out in his head for days now. recalling what it was like to have to track his beta down there in the first place. going off of a feeling — off of a connection between wolf and wolf: alpha and beta. )  but the following footsteps behind him come to a halt, and he has to too. shoulders squared and muscles tense. makes it obvious with his fists clenched at his sides; how irritation can radiate off of him in waves. he doesn’t want to hear her name again. has already made it clear that he’s not going to be handing the bite around upon request.

“ listen. she’s alive, isn’t she? she healed fine without it. ”   as for whatever happens to her next time, it’s not his problem. she’s not a part of his pack. scott turns to face him; stands taller and enforces his air of authority as an alpha.   “ this is between you and me, alright? but if you want to go back, now’s your chance. what’s it going to be, liam? ”

[effingstiles]

[bravelittlestiles]

                      Pain radiates from her skin; the fabric of her flannel now soaked and cold and more importantly, stuck to open flesh, tugging with the slightest of movements like a friendly reminder of the events that unfolded in the library. she doesn’t understand what led her here. what fraction of her instinct made her think erroneously driving to his house—HIS HOME, was a good idea. she didn’t want him to know. she could only think of the time it took to rebuild their bond after she had been nothing more than a vessel to the nogitsune, if he found out about this there would be no going back. but even so.  she needed him.                     shaken, crimson stained fingers reach for her sweater in the backseat and tug it over her frame. she winces at the sting that almost crescendos through her being and vibrates in her bones unforgivably. she was tired, but closing her eyes meant seeing his face again. cold and lifeless. a dearly departed youth on the account of her actions. she steps out, makes it to his door and hesitantly rings the door bell. her eyes catch sight of the deep shade crusted between every crease and every ridge of her fingertips. she tucks her hands into her pockets haphazardly; they need to be out of sight until she can wash them. this was stupid. he’s a fucking werewolf. odds are he can already smell the stench of iron illuminating from her right from his bedroom.                                                                                                            this  was  a  mistake.                                                                                                            she  needed  to  go.                                                                                                            she        had        to.                     breathing ripples from her throat in her uncertainty. she shouldn’t be here. she shouldn’t be here. SHE SHOULDN’T BE HERE. she turns herself around in her worn sneakers, heads right for roscoe. she just needed to get back in the jeep and drive home. that’s it. then this would never have happened.

[oncetrue-blog]

he doesn’t like an empty house. doesn’t like so much the silence that comes with it. how it amplifies every other small noise that he’s never really paid mind to. the hands of a clock, the leaky sink, and the constant hum of the refrigerator. even down to the stray whatever that chose to crawl between the walls. it staves off sleep, the more he listens. the more he counts down to the next drop of water, or when the ice maker will kick in. even the crickets outside distract him. demand his attention as he tosses and turns in bed. grips at the sheets and grunts in a restless fashion. body feels heavy, sinks into the mattress but sleep doesn’t come. sleep hasn’t been a constant lately; not with the weight of responsibility still heavy on his shoulders. starting a new school year was one thing, but the tip of the scale into the less favorable seemed to be his main takeaway. a part of the curse.

more threats, more annoyances — on top of having to worry about his friends.  ( kira’s lack of control remains at the forefront of his mind. is what adds to his sleeplessness. how he thinks he should have allowed her to strike lucas down, if all he was going to do was die anyways. a failure. )  he could think about it all night, but a familiar engine grabs his attention. fully rouses him from his not-sleep and has him sitting up in bed. waits until he can hear the slam of the jeep door before getting out of bed entirely. looks at his bedside alarm. the time isn’t an issue. not when he’s just as guilty when it comes to dropping by in the middle of the night. but call it instinct; something isn’t right.

scott’s already halfway down the stairs by the time the doorbell rings. already finds it odd that she does so in the first place. what happened to the stolen house key? and actually, why hadn’t she tried calling in the first place? not that he took the time to check his phone, he might have missed it — still wouldn’t help anything. by the time he’s at the door, he can hear her start to move away. retreating. pulling the door open, brows knitted together, all he can hope is that his voice stops her.   “ stiles, what did you do? ”

[michichans]

non-lip kisses are my absolute favorite. absentmindedly kissing the back of someone’s palm as you hold hands. chaste forehead kisses and brushes against their cheek. silly boops on the nose. kissing fluttering eyelashes. neck kisses that barely touch skin but are no less passionate. kisses on collar bones or exposed tummies. sloppy kisses at the corners of someone’s mouth. kissing each and every fingertip with a delicate touch.

[oncetrue-blog]

it’s best to forgive, it’s easier to forget; to not harbor ill will against those that have done him wrong. in theory, it provides the best outcome. ( not for him, but for the sake of the others. ) means little confrontation and no hurt feelings. having it all swept under a rug would be ideal. but he falls short in putting it into practice. has other plans in mind as he leads the way through the preserve. hands idly skimming over the passing trees as they travel further and further— 

scott knows how disappointment still resonates from inside them both. ( disappointment laced with anger. )   “ just a little further, alright? sorry to drag you out here in the middle of the night but this is important. ”   he sounds earnest; voice edged on concern.   ↷   @gotcute

[oncetrue-blog]

you cried wolf, so i came running.   QUESTION:   am i the wolf or the savior? is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?   ANSWER:   come a little closer.    ↷    ind dark au scott mccall.   written by bast.

[postvoided]

         ❛ okay—- one of these days,  it’s gonna happen. and you’re —- going to– regret— ❜   sure sounds like a lot of stalling to go along with a whole lot of struggling.  long fingers grip the sheets for leverage,  forehead pressing down as she tries to squirm free once more.  only manages to really half-twist between scottie’s thighs, shirt hiking up with her attempts so the skin of her belly rubs against scottie’s thighs. ( she’ll care about the promise for food when she’s satisfied— with getting her ass kicked, apparently. ) ❛ —– jesus,  this is a workout. ❜

[oncetrue-blog]

she likes how it makes her feel. won’t openly admit it, but she likes these innocent victories she can bask in, all at the expense of her best friend. ( though she won’t acknowledge how it has everything to do with the fact that it’s reminiscent of times before the fated bite. when she wasn't so closed off, and when the fight was a little more even. )   “ one of these days. ”   tone mocking, as she leans down. lips pursed and adjusts herself on top of her; presses her thighs a little close together. isn’t bothered by the riding up of her shorts — isn’t phased by the touch of warm skin on skin.   “ i’m going to regret — ? c’mon. finish. ”   as if it's a viable enough threat for her to take the other girl seriously. apart from the few ( earth-shattering ) instances, there’s not much of a surprise left these days when it comes to stiles stilinski. scottie likes to think that she knows her inside and out, even if they have their gray areas. ( all friends lie, all friends keep secrets. some bigger than others. it's the price they pay. ) her hands follow, left tucking beneath stiles side, the right finding it’s place at the opposite — scottie looks too complacent for her own good. starts to press fingertips in; almost relentless with her tickling.

[james-romanoff]

[tw-gif]

[omenbroughtarchive]

her  singular  weakness  comes  in  the  form  of  whiskey-colored  eyes  and  mole-dusted  skin,  and  scott  knows  it.  the  mere  allusion  to  their  best  friend  makes  her  flinch,  entire  body  shifting  away  from  the  implications  of  his  words.  scott’s  right,  of  course,  but  that  doesn’t  make  it  any  easier  to  breathe  under  the  heavy  weight  suddenly  pressing  down  against  her  chest.  she  falters,  gaze  shifting  away  from  him  and  onto  some  distant,  fixed  point.  ❛  correct  me  if  i’m  wrong,  but  he’s  going  to  worry  whether  we  pretend  to  be  okay  or  not.  ❜  he  worries  about  everything  —–  and  he  happens  to  have  a  damn  phd  in  all  things  scott  and  lydia,  so  even  the  subtle  differences  don’t  go  unnoticed.  ❛  the  entire  pack  will.  we  have  to  do  better  than  pretending.  we  have  to  convince  them  we’re  fine.  ❜  

[oncetrue-blog]

they both have their points. could end up spending all day picking apart all the lesser details as to the wrongs and rights of what they need to do in order to portray an image befitting the picturesque teens they’re meant to be. ( but they’re far from it. )   “ he’s going to have to get used to it. he's no better. ”   it’s a slight that he catches too late. bitter taste in his mouth and what could have been a cause for laughter, bulldozes its way into the forefront as a reminder.   “ with stiles, we’ll be okay. might be grating at times, but it shouldn’t be any worse. "   definitely won’t be better. if they keep it up though, they just might be the black holes that drag everyone into their orbit.

they’re his responsibility: his pack. has to take that into consideration. has to be more attentive and aware of what he says. but at the same time, what he wants is to be less cautious. doesn't want to feel the need to tiptoe around every little thing. ( wants to give in a little more to the prospect of murder, all while getting over his own preconceived notions that everyone deserves a chance. they don’t. not anymore. )   “ we don’t need to do anything about it right now. but it’s something to think about. ”

[frenchones]

               “ i’m just saying i’m PREPARED for it to get a lot worse. it’s beacon hills, anyway. ” malia doesn’t actually believe in fate, though, or that her words will genuinely make anything worse.

[oncetrue-blog]

the potential for bad things isn’t what worries him. doesn’t instill the same sort of fear that it would have before. the anxiety that came from not being able to protect everyone. ( there are those that should remain expendable. )   “ you’re more than prepared. you have all of your mother’s power — you’ll be able to handle whatever comes our way. ”   but it’s with a teenaged mentality that scott slouches more into the couch cushions. closes his eyes and lets his head fall back.   “ all i’m saying is that i wouldn’t classify it as too easy. that way you avoid disappointment. ”   that way you avoid loss.

[oncetrue-blog]

high key want more interactions like ... across the board / across all my blogs. and the easiest way for me to do that is to ,, make this post, i guess. but consider this an open call for plotting. relationships / shipping / hateships. whatever. just let me know who you’re going for in an IM. ( list of my muses @ here. )

[shelazarus-archive-deactivated2]

PSA. PLEASE READ.

hi, i’m kore   (   or as you might have known me, jay / praesaga   ). i’ve unfortunately made one of these posts before asking for help but it’s still, more unfortunately, the case. i had to leave my job because of being sexually harassed by a manager after several panic attacks about going to work   &  being completely disregarded or taken seriously. my health, outside of it, had been getting worse   &   i’m currently spending about 99% of my day fluctuating between 1-10 on the pain scale. i can’t eat properly. i’m gaining weight because something about it is messing with both my thyroid   &  how my body processes food, made only worse by the fact any exercise feels like i’m being punched in the stomach. it’s gotten worse over 3 years   &  at my job, had meant i had significant days off. now i’m trying to take the time to figure out what’s wrong while looking for a part time job so i can hope to go back to college, eventually. i am struggling. i am in pain.  my mother is struggling, too, trying to get a job in hours that are flexible so she can take care of my brother. i’m opening commissions but also, donations, because as much as i’m willing to try, a lot of things i’m offering money for would not really help her out. i’m open to commissioning anything you want  (  bar theme background graphics since i never seem to be able to do them for other people  ). i will do html help, psds, icons, graphics, whatever you would pay money for, from me, i would likely consider doing. i would appreciate if people could help spread this post around. my paypal is @ [email protected] for anyone who is interested, may be interested in either donating or commissioning. please remember that even if i haven’t included it, depending on what it is / if i could do it / it pays, i will help. 

[sciradaily]

Hit me. I’ll get angry then I’ll get stronger.

[dvoyd]

(HOW DID YOU SURVIVE?) they ask. how much did they have you bleed; how long did they make you suffer; how low did they force you down; how dark did they tint your dreams?     —until you had their blood glistening on your teeth;     —until your suffering paled in comparison to their own;     —until it was their throats pinned under your boot;     —until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams.                                                         (I DIDN’T.) you reply.

to defeat monsters: become the greater monster | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[oncetrue-blog]

relationship aesthetic bullshit.    @oncetrue + @explcsive