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        “    it has been below freezing out for the past week,  so either i’m going to be curling up with you or i’m going to shift and lie down in front of whatever fire you’ve got going right now.    ”    and he was serious about that, even if it was a minor fire hazard if something were to happen.    though layne wasn’t as bad with the cold as he was with the heat,  he still managed to catch a chill.    and he wanted loic’s help getting rid of it.

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TAMUM SHUD IS PERSIAN HELLo sorry i ha d to

I SCROLLED TEN YEARS JUST TO BRING YOU: Mkay, alright so — Haven is based on Stephen King’s “short story” ( it’s still a damn novel but it’s no IT ) The Colorado Kid. aaaaaaand The Colorado Kid is based on the Tamam Shud case, in which a man was found on an Australian beach with no identification and the page of a book with only the words “Tamam Shud”. I could tell you all about the weird shit about this case, but everyone really needs to just read through the WIKI ARTICLE. because. damn. 

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       “ ------all these CREATURES coming back from the dead is really screwing up my job. ” raz is a tad IRRITATED to say at the least. he could SMELL the death on him, and yet, here the wolf stood, as healthy as can be. he’s IRRITATED to the point where raz doesn’t even care that he’s made himself known. he smells normal----like any other HUMAN, so he almost wonders if the wolf can tell.

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                    HE’D LOST TRACK OF THE TIME, THE DAYS, THE WEEKS. It could’ve facilely been months marooned in this foreign time, possibly even more, and the Hale pack ( not precisely the one he was accustomed to ) still had little to no lead on how to return him. Deaton was still imbibed with youth, there was less of a melancholy around his eyes, a vivacious spirit not yet serrated by the grueling path of an emissary. It was gratifying to witness him in such a way, it released a considerable amount of tension within frayed sinews. However, it wasn’t the soon to be veterinarian that quelled the impressions of impatience, the panic for being gone for such a prolonged duration of time ⎯⎯⎯ it was a werewolf, the Hale least anticipated. 

                    Alabaster digits dusted with fair-fuzz reached forth, amber hues flitting about the man ahead, his intentions not at all premeditated. But the pair had danced around one another far too much, for far too long to merely disregard the discernible urge that traveled betwixt the two. Stiles had been forcibly tiptoeing in trepidation, for at any instance he could be sent back ⎯⎯⎯ catapulted through time and into the beacon hills he knew. The beacon hills awaiting him.

                    But, Loic’s gaze was impossibly yielding before him, beryl hues veiled by a warmth that made the other’s gut utterly swoop, made his mind race with indomitable notions ⎯⎯⎯ made him feel. ❛ ⎯⎯⎯ ah, god, Lo, to hell with it, ❜ hand curling into the other’s shirt, Stiles pulled himself against the firmness of the were’s torso, vacant hand dragging up the side of his neck before full lips descended upon his.    // @guiltlxss

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meta!! about ell and this tbi, and how that's affected him!!

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I may have discussed this somewhere before, but I’ll certainly discuss it again! He was quite a young man when he sustained the injury, graduated from college and living on his own for quite a while when he was attacked outside a nightclub he liked to play at by a gang of four individuals. One of them took a two by four block of wood found in the alley to Elliot’s head and he was unconscious for a week. The damage the injury left on his brain is lingering, and the effects of it continue to shift and mold over time. Its most obvious effect is the insomnia. He doesn’t sleep. And it’s not so much that nightmares keep him up, because they don’t. He just can’t shut his mind off enough to actually fall asleep. He’ll go on without sleep for days and days at a time until at some point his body simply has enough and he usually drops wherever he is to sleep some 14-16 hours. He wakes up refreshed, and the cycle starts over again. The nights he can’t sleep, he stays up with his old Steinway and plays. The injury also affects his mood. He is prone to fairly radical mood swings, mostly leaning toward irritation and anger and melancholy. On rather rare occasions, some misfiring in his mind can lead to episodes of rage wherein he destroys things near him and sometimes injures himself. It causes memory problems. These memory difficulties will only get worse as he gets older. At the moment, it’s mostly little things like forgetting where he lives, how old he is, upcoming events and things on his to-do list. He’s taken to carrying around a small reminder card with his important information on it in case he forgets something. He hasn’t yet forgotten or lost the card, but it’s coming. He’ll go on for a few more years capable of living on his own, but it won’t be long until he requires an attendant. And as he’s a pretty solitary creature with no real prospects, he’ll wind up having to hire someone. 

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 The Demon loomed above the man at great proximity, his red eyes glaring in the darkness & sharp-toothed grin unironically DEMONIC. Having just SWAPPED PLACES with Jason, the setting around him was still smoky and warm. He loved that spooky atmosphere, especially when there were people around to see it.

“Apologies, but our good friend BLOOD is no longer around,” Etrigan drawled, stretching his arms above his head & standing on his very tippy toes (as if he hadn’t stood in YEARS). Take care to ignore the gross popping and cracking of bones & joints. Once properly stretched out, he fell back into his normal lanky, slightly SLOUCHED position, picking idly at his SHARP TEETH with his equally sharp claws. After a moment, he piped up again in almost a BORED tone to say, “Hast thou any messages for him that Etrigan might bring down?”

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    a sharp roar echoed across the dense forest, eyes blazing a brilliant red as the monster inside him releases itself. the wolf is threatened, primal instinct rising out of his throat as he lets out another growl, teeth snapping in the direction of the hunters who had his lover strung up in the air like some piece of meat. “let him go!” he’s demanding the reaction, but the barbed chains around his wrists only get tighter which only tames the wolf--- holding it back. he begins thinking more clearly at this point-- afraid, terrified in fact. these hunters wouldn’t let loic go, they had the advantage. features lose some of it’s animalistic features, but the eyes still glowed, teeth still bared. “please, let him go. you want me. he hasn’t done anything. please...”

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