#o37

[graverob]

I'm back under the pressure of writer's block, and i don't know if it's because of him, or if life has just been that uninteresting lately.

I guess at least between my friends, eridan, and eric ... it hasn't been too bad. 

[turnkeydrive]

Group B was absolute excess. 

[stilsinski]

you and i collide | faye&stiles

Werewolves. Now those were something Stiles had eventually come to grips with. The fact that they existed, that there were a bunch of them that resided in Beacon Hills, and even that his best friend since forever was now one and Stiles could now be known as he who runs with wolves. It was the whole vampires, original vampires, witches, hybrids, freaky deaky magical barrier, and homicidal maniacs part that practically drove the hyperactive ball of sarcasm over the edge. Of course, this could have been totally manageable if Stiles had someone to talk to about it all. That he could rant to about all this supernatural bullshit that had befallen the town.

Unfortunately for him he was rendered incapable of talking to anyone about any of it. Not Scott, not Caroline, hell, not even Tyler Lockwood if he ever even wanted to. There was no one he could talk to about it, which was precisely the reason as to why he was practically banging down the door to the Salvatore mansion. He realised that he probably should have toned it down considering the two male Salvatore's had a reputation of scaring the shit out of people, but all Stiles could think about was confronting Faye Salvatore. He was going crazy (even more so than usual), and it was all her fault.

[the-prancing-horse]

O37 - Group B

[drivehardandneverlift]

[cars-n-coasters]