#beaconprincess

[kiritsvne-blog]

    "so, uh                    if we go shopping for the dance,         you're not gonna dictate my         fashion choices, right?"

[freezerbvrned]

'Huh?'

[ send me one ]

     ”vous cherchez belle aujourd’hui. encore une fois, tu es superbe tous les jours.”

[imnogoodprincess-blog]

beaconprincess:

   ❝ Best laid plans,         sometimes are just a one night stand. ❞ 

   ❝ --- I think I've found my life motto. ❞ 

[petershowl]

ღ { there are only so many times i can say 'oops' tbh }

Send ღ for a first kiss between our muses.

There’s really no excuse for it. One minute they’re fighting,throwing insults back and forth at each other like it’s a gameand they both want to w i n, and then his lips are on hers.Peter doesn’t know if it was to shut her up or make her hatehim even more. He’s pretty sure it did both.

[scarfiisms-blog]

Ѡ

Send Isaac nudes

[text; wailing woman]: well it's cold shower time…

[petershowl]

beaconprincess:

                           Silence follows Peter’s words and Lydia                            stares at him, contemplating them. She                            thinks that he actually looks s e r i o u s                            even though she doesn’t understand why.                            She frowns for a moment, and her arms                            fold over her chest, a challenge clear in                            her eyes as she takes a step closer to                            him, always daring that little bit further—

                                          “Potentially me. How can                                            I be certain that you won’t                                            try and do something?”

                     “How can you ever be sure of anything with me,                       Lydia? You just have to take a chance. I know                       you want to.”

            She didn’t r e j e c t the idea completely, not that he expected             her to. Even though he was positive that she would deny it if             anyone asked, Peter knew she felt what he did             the             energy that always seemed to flow between the two of them.             He wanted to explore it, test it. He needed to know if it was             something else he needed to destroy.

[hiddenmcon-blog]

(ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

url: don’t get it | not bad | nice | good job | love it omg | who did you kill

theme: not my type | ehh | decent | I like it | pretty amazing | I’m stealing it

icon: don’t get it | not bad | nice | pretty | flawless omg | brb killing myself

posts: not my type | not bad | nice job | love | perfection | give me your password

roleplay: ehh | it’s p nice | well blow me down | love | gimme your brain | please write with me

following: no sorry | just followed | yes | you mean stalk what

[petershowl]

beaconprincess:

           She was frustrated, annoyed for too many            reasons and Lydia didn’t know what she            was doing as her feet led her towards an            all too familiar building. It was too late to            turn back now, as her heels clicked up the            stairs and she was grabbing the door            handle, tugging it open and walking inside—            only to be greeted with the sight of Peter,            sprawled out on the couch with a hand…            Lydia choked, for the better word, stared            (not that she would admit that, if she ever            had to relay this story) for a moment too            long before her hand was moving to cover            her eyes, jaw slack in shock. Well, this            hadn’t been what she was expecting. By            any means.

                      “—Do you never lock your door?                        You’re a werewolf, you would have                        h e a r d me!”

           His lips curled in amusement as he let his            gaze fall onto the girl who so r u d e l y            interrupted him. His previously occupied            right hand drops from his member, but the            man makes no move to cover himself up.            It was his space to freely do whatever he            wanted to, after all. And it’s not like she            knocked.

                      “I did hear you.”