The Werewolf Whisperer

"Some of us are human!” ::Indie &. Semi-Selective Stiles Stilinksi:: ::Loved By: Mrs. Deathless:: :: Mun & Muse 25+ :: ::Est. December 2019:: ::Follows from:: [Dean Winchester]

[dylnsohbrien]

Dylan O’Brien as Joel Dawson in Love and Monsters (2020)

[raelinski-archive]

[usermischief]

[filmouts]

New Promotional Pictures of Dylan O’Brien as Joel Dawson from Love and Monsters (2020)

[sarcasmizmyonlydefense]

⚠️ semi-hiatus ⚠️

SO BASICALLY.

I started two new jobs and I’m currently working 10 hour days, 7 days a week.

PLUS fully booked pet sittings...

Needless to say shit is cray cray.

And I am obviously slower than usual. But I haven’t forgotten about y’all. So, if you’re patient, we’re golden! If you’re not, well.

That’s that. 🖤

[jacksoncityfm]

[maryswaywardson]

Contrary to popular belief...

I am going to attempt a start at getting caught up this weekend.

I HOPE Y’ALL ARE ALSO LIVING & WELL-ISH.

Sending love and positive vibes!

[steoevents]

Join us in participating in Steo Day on 06/29/2020!

[steveroggers]

[scottsalllison]

“Sarcasm is my only defense”

[kaladandekers-blog]

In regard to performing, it couldn’t be funnier that I ended up being an actor, because I’m really shy. I wish more believed me when I say it.

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[saltywolves]

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[sarcasmizmyonlydefense]

Kurt:

What was that kind of person doing being a teacher then? Oh well. Kurt just wanted to get through the class. Maybe become friends with Stiles and Scott. He wasn’t sure. Sometimes when people already were close they kept knew people from getting to know them as well. Kurt hoped they weren’t like that.

“Kein Problem, huh?” As Kurt listened to the man he’d have to agree the Coach was a strange man. Very rude. Who talks to kids like this? Of course he’s used to a boarding school type setting. So he’ll have to get used public schools. “Gott, this going to be a long year.” He sighed. He didn’t bother raising his hand when the Coach mentioned the syllabus. He’d just copy it down later from someone. No point in giving this man something to taunt him about. Kurt bites back any sassy remarks on the tip of his tongue. No isn’t the best time to draw attention to himself. Especially with his inducer being on the fritz. It seems to be working fine for now, but he’s still worried about it. Hopefully no one has noticed anything strange about him

Noticing the lack of papers on his newfound comrad’s desk, Stiles quickly placed his own syllabus on Kurt’s desk while Coach was writing his name on the chalkboard. Willing to take the heat for lack of preparedness when it came to Coach Finstock. He gave Kurt a quick pat on the shoulder and playful wink as he emerged from his desk to scoop up another syllabus.

“STILINSKI. I should’ve known you’d be the only one without the brain power to not grab one on your way in. Better get one for McCall while you’re at it, because I KNOW he didn’t grab one either. You’d think with the two of your’s stupidities combined, you’d remember by now.” Coach reprimanded Stiles tauntingly as he heard him rustle out of his desk. Shaking his head and turning back to the board to underline his name. “I assume you all can read,” he gestured to the messy resemblance of his title on the chalkboard, and picked up his attendance sheet. “A skill you will need after roll call, while we hold hands and take turns going over the rules of the game.”

“I just assumed you’d be the same old eccentric grouch this year.” Stiles retorted brashly with a shrug. Picking up two papers to flit back to his desk with and dropping one on Scott’s, also empty, desk. Plopping comfortably back into his own seat before roll was called and another forty-five minutes of his life was wasted in Economics. He was sure to catch Kurt on the way out of class. Reassuring him that first impression of Coach was always the most shocking, but he really wasn’t that bad and — “Hey! You wouldn’t happen to be into lacrosse, huh? Try outs are after school. You’re guaranteed more brownie points with him if you’re on the team.”

[maryswaywardson]

I had a very important mission to go acquire a puppy on the other end of the east coast. So, I don’t know if I’ll have time for replies till I get home. BUT. Ya never know. LOVE YOU GUYS.

Stay safe & well.

[coachbobbysays]

Sex Ed Class

@sarcasmizmyonlydefense​

Bobby Finstock was his name and in addition to being the school coach for the amazingly ridiculous lacrosse team at his school, taught one small class which he hated. Health. Why he had been placed in this class to teach it, he’d never even know. He felt sometimes like the high school hated him. And while he didn’t always like working with the teenagers he knew that there was always one that drove him nuts the most. Stiles Stilinski. 

Turning to walk to his Health class that Stiles had acted crazy in a few times, he walked inside scribbling some madness on the board as a bell ringer for students to walk into . The topic today was one that he didn’t want to cover whatsoever especially because he had the males in his class, most of them immature. He made sure that the desks were arranged in four straight rows so students would realize that this was really a class. 

As soon as students started arriving, he looked down at them all and then the late bell rang. In walked Stiles barely making it in. “STILINSKI HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO SHOW UP LATE TO MY CLASS?” He thrust his hand over to his seat. “NOW SIT!” Bobby began to pace as his hands moved through his thick curly hair. 

“Today is a topic that I need to bring up, unfortunately. Sometimes when a boy loves a girl or a boy loves a boy things happen between them. i could care less your preference.  Things that I don’t want to know about or even think about, let alone teach. The birds and the world’s finest bees folks. Lecture over, now work on your classwork for other classes. Unless they are any questions, and there had sure as hell better not be!” His tone was menacing and threatening as he peered right in Stile’s direction. 

[sarcasmizmyonlydefense]

Oh, you could bet your ass, at the first opportunity to annoy Coach, was Stiles’ hand going to shoot up in the air like a firework. He was still out of breath from running to class. His desk still crooked from sliding into it with a drift. He hadn’t even got his notebook out to take notes for Malia yet. But that hand was still going up and nothing could stop him. Did he even have a question prepared? Not hardly. He knew it would come to him in a vision. A playful smirk already apparent while he waited patiently in his seat to be called on, like a good student.

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“Claire.” Stiles started softly, shifting to sit in the leaves and pull her more securely into his arms. “Claire.” His voice slightly more stern, trying to keep her attention. “Claire!” He had to get a word in somehow. “Nobody is killing anyone. You’re gonna be fine.” Promising again, wiping her tears gently from her cheek.

Luckily he didn’t have to soothe her alone for long. Arriving within a heartbeat, Scott rushed to Claire’s opposite side. Settling a reassuring hand on her shoulder as he examined the damage done to her. “Claire, who did this to you?” The alpha asked apprehensively, looking up to Stiles to see if he had any sort of idea.

Stiles shrugged carefully, not to make any drastic movements that could disrupt Claire’s position. “Whoever it was, clearly doesn’t know what they just got themselves into.” This wasn’t the average town, with the average innoncent oblivious people. They would find them and they will fight.

Fine was the last word she would describe this. Claire could think of a few other choice words. The blonde hunter leans more into Stiles’ touch. No, she could call Dean. He would do it. She should call him. If Stiles wouldn’t do it, Dean would. The thought comforts her weirdly. Dean would make sure she didn’t hurt anyone. 

She winces as she moves to sit up and pull her long blonde hair to the side to look at the bite on her shoulder. Shit. She’s in deep trouble. “I was tracking him in another town. That son of a bitch thought it was funny to bite me after making his girlfriend suffer.” 

[sarcasmizmyonlydefense]

Scott grimaced at the image Claire started to paint in their heads. Filling in the blanks as to why she was attacked. He decided to focus on matter at hand, instead of the how it happened instead. Knowing Stiles would undoubtedly ask the questions, even if he didn’t. So, he moved to place his hand over her’s, taking her pain the best he could if she would let him. The change was going to take affect soon....they just needed to keep her comfortable till she could start healing herself.

“His girlfriend?” Stiles, without fail, asked in panicked curiousity. “What were you doing going after a pair of werewolves?” He hoped it wasn’t one of their own...but he didn’t have time to send a wellness check out to the pack right now. “They led you back here? Why??” Because it was either one of their own or someone after them. Either way, it was the opposite of ideal.

@messcfchaos

[sarcasmizmyonlydefense]

Scott:

Scott was an excited bundle of nerves as he got settled into his dorm room. For a little while he’d been worried he wouldn’t even make it to college, but he’d gotten his act together, qualified for a scholarship, applied for a rather terrifying amount of loans, and cried more than once as he left home.

Overall, he was rather glad to have ended up with his mother’s sense of punctuality and showed up to his dorm unnecessarily early, it had given him a chance to unpack before his roommate arrived.

He was in the middle of putting the last of his clothes away in the dresser when the door opened and his roommate walked in. A grin splashed across his face and he reached out to shake the man’s hand. “Hi, yeah, that’s me!” he said excitably, just as everything came, literally, crashing down to his feet.

“Oh. Oh crap. I’m so sorry!” Heat rushed to his cheeks and he knelt down to help pick up the dropped items. “Crap, I hope nothing broke.”

“No-yeah. It’s fine. It’s fine.” Stiles slightly panicked at the thought of a stranger touching his things. Fighting the urge not to be a weirdo about it because he was cute trying help. “This is their first move too. It’s been a rough trip for them.” He attempted to joke, to lighten the mood. Mostly for his own anxious state. Inspecting each collector’s piece carefully, before settling it back in the box now secure on the floor. “Everything looks to be in order.” From what was vitally important, anyway. The CD’s and video games could get tossed back in any which way. As long as his figures remained unharmed.

Truth be told, he was glad for the help. It was hard to maneuver around with the lightsaber in his backpack bopping him in the head every time he reached for something. Eventually opting to shrug off the bag, he set it against the nearest piece of furniture to keep it from falling over. Making the collection of his family pictures much easier. The laptop would be grabbed in addition to them, as he finally stood. An exasperated huff escaping his lips while he placed the items in his hands on the unclaimed bed. “Sorryaboutthat. Thanks, dude.”