#livedstubborn

[angerbuilt-moved]

@livedstubborn & starter call / stiles .

“okay, you really don’t need to worry about me. it’s just a scratch. it’s gonna heal. werewolf, remember?” delanie gestured wildly to herself for a moment and then looked to stiles with a tilt of her head. arms fold over her stomach and she waits, patiently, for stiles’ response. he doesn’t really need to be worried about her but she has a feeling that he might not be anyway.

[writtenvow]

“So...Where did you learn those moves?” His flourishing feet work was still the talk of the party. Jasmine couldn’t turn to any of their chirping guests without them complimenting her suitor for his ability to entertain a crowd. She was still trying to figure him out. At first, she had thought his bounding about to the tune of music had been to impress her but by the end, the dance had obviously nothing to do with her. She was barely a dance partner at that point. 

Maybe he just had a flair for being the center of attention.

He would not be the first prince with such grandeur taste. Usually, it was through feats of bragging about their skills in hunt or archery though. Prince Ali would be the first that wished to entertain through dance or show. At least he was... somewhat different. Even if he left her on the wayside for it. “You are... good at it.” A little over the top, though.

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[islestrandeda]

@livedstubborn​      :      belle      /      starter call.

        "      not to sound rude but just because the barrier has finally been dropped,     doesn’t mean i forgive you or your husband for putting it up in the first place.     “      sure,    it might not of been belle’s decision but she didn’t stop her husband so in uma’s eyes,      she’s just as much to blame.      for together they made the decision and together they ruined the lives of hundreds of children      !      she might be happy of the outcome but she spent sixteen years of her life longing for more,     for better      ----       so it’ll take twice as long for her to even contemplate forgiving them.      “      i hope you can understand that.      “

[wcrldfinest]

@livedstubborn  (  hailey   ) . . . .     ♡ ’d   !

          𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝    𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎    𝚊𝚝    𝚝𝚑𝚎    𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝    𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚜    𝚑𝚒𝚜    𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜    𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 ,     enough  they  jokingly  call  it    superhuman ,    but  when  it  comes  down  to  it  gabe  still  needs  his    daily  dose  of  coffee.     or  rather ,    many doses.     especially  after  three  all  nighters  in  a  row ,    patrolling  in  hopes  of  catching  the  perp  responsible  for  a  string  of    bank  robberies.       ❝    i’m  on  my    fifth  cup    now ,    ❞       he  notes ,    knocking  back  the  long  cup  in  his  hands  and  taking  a  long  swig  of  lukewarm ,    overly  sweetened  coffee.       ❝    d’ya  think  if  i  drink  another  five ,    i’ll  be  able  to  move  as  fast  as    the  flash  ?    ❞

[lambveins]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃 .     just  almost .   instead ,  a  rather  bemused  expression  settled  between  her  brows .         ❝       REALLY ...  in  forks ?       ❞         bella  had  to  ask  the  girl  again  -----------   make  sure  she  had  heard  her  correctly .   pharmacies  still  selling  SUNBLOCK  in  this  town  was  just  about  the  only  mystery  the  brunette  could  think  of  .   then  again ,  charlie  had  been  going  on  about  bear  attacks ,  recently .   but  they  were  a  logging  town !   what  was  so  strange  about  bears ?         ❝       ... i  don’t  think  anything  INTERESTING  has  happened  here  since ...   well ,  uh ... ever .       ❞

✨ @livedstubborn​  +  source.  ✨

[frenchones]

@livedstubborn ;; stiles

They hadn’t all gone their separate ways after high school, necessarily, but they’d all had things to do that took them elsewhere. Scott to school and then he eventually became a veterinarian, Lydia to school and then as some kind of --- well, to be honest, Malia can’t remember the name of what kind of job she has. It’s complicated and scientific of some sort. Stiles, of course, went to the FBI academy and then eventually became an agent in San Francisco. Most of them, though they had ties to people who still lived in Beacon Hills, did their best to not settle in that town and made lives for themselves.

One of the people who made a point to not settle down really anywhere, was Malia. The moment she’d been able to go to France after high school? She’d taken the chance and run with it. There’d been a brief romance with Scott that she’d always cherish, but that didn’t mean she was going to stay in town with him, and because of that they cooled off a little bit. Still pack, of course, but it’s hard to maintain a relationship when your girlfriend wants to travel around the world and you’re stuck in school.

Needless to say, college wasn’t really Malia’s thing.

It had been probably months since the last time she spoke with Stiles face to face. They’d texted one another occasionally, and she’d sent him pictures of cool stuff she’d seen on her travels, but they both had busy lives. 

Her sudden arrival in San Francisco wouldn’t necessarily be alarming right off the bat, because she popped into everyone’s lives fairly randomly, but the fact that she showed up at Stiles’ door with a little blood on her shirt and a disheveled look about her probably didn’t help, even though she looked very . . . casual, and nonchalant about it. She adjusted the bag over her shoulder and gave his door a knock, before pulling her jacket a little closer around her body and waiting.

If he asks immediately, she’ll tell him the blood is hers and that everything’s fine while shouldering herself into his apartment.

[vanityfared-blog]

​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ @livedstubborn​​​ ​  (   𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘷𝘦   )   ♡‘d

♕      ———      a skirt of   royal blue   velvet rustles about evie with each step,   ceasing only seconds after she eventually halts.    steps away from a   princess    (   perhaps a   queen  ?    she wishes she paid more attention to snow’s speech earlier to announce their visitor   ).    evie cannot deny to herself she finds a certain   thrill   in meeting such elegant members of court,   coming from far & wide,   no matter how much her mother insists she must view them all as   enemies.    it’s difficult,   when so many appear so   beautiful   & bright eyed.    evie supposes she should be grateful she feels that way.    it makes the sunny grin gracing her lips all the more   genuine.

❝    your highness,    ❞       she greets,   dipping into a steep curtsy,   every move a practice   elegance.    evie rises after a moment she deems long enough passes,   shoulders back & posture straight.    just as her mother taught her.       ❝    i hope you don’t mind my coming to say   hello.    i’m a   guest of snow white,   you see.    princess evelyn grimhilde,   and   delighted   to make your acquaintance.    has she told you about me  ?    not that i expect her to,   of course  !    i only don’t wish to bore you with an explanation you’ve already been given.    ❞

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