The accidental nude meme
Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
[Text]: Nice to see that having a sexy ass runs in the family.
[Text]: Although the reason why you would send these to /me/ seems to escape me…
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The accidental nude meme
Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
[Text]: Nice to see that having a sexy ass runs in the family.
[Text]: Although the reason why you would send these to /me/ seems to escape me…
To Sojourn:
[n. soh-jurn; v. soh-jurn, soh-jurn]
noun
1. a temporary stay: during his sojourn in Paris
Stiles felt rather eager as he looked out the window of his bus; it had been a long trip up the coast to the city, and despite having been many times he felt a sense of awe as he pulled through the tall buildings and stopped bumper to bumper ever ten minute. It was busy in the city; despite knowing this he felt a thrum in his body every time they inches forwards, and he cursed to himself as he waited to pull through the skyscrapers and towards the school campuses. He was here to visit Derek, and he had taken the time off work to do it. He had been helping out at the sheriff's department with organizing case files and tidying things up; it was just temporary until he decided where he wanted to go to school and what for. Stiles had been feeling like his life was at a standstill for some time now, bored and going day to day with no real spark to ignite his interest. It was hard pushing through each day when his mind itched to be tested and challenge; living with A.D.D wasn't easy especially when your day consisted of mundane tasks. That was all going to change for the week though as his bus pulled through the metals gates of Derek's college. It wasn't a huge campus, but god did Stiles' heart lurch at the idea of a new area, with new people and new things to keep his mind going. It only took another few minutes for the bus to pull to a stop and eager people started to shift in their seats and grab their things-- none of them were as eager as Stiles though, as he fumbled with his backpack, threw it over his shoulder and shimmied through the aisle to get to the front before the bus driver had even opened the door. Honestly, Stiles was just as excited to be here as he was to see Derek; he hadn't thought there would ever be a day when he looked forwards to seeing Derek Hale, but here it was. It had been months since he had seen the broody man, brows pinches and jaw tight as if he was holding back the urge to kill. But Stiles himself had been invited out, and though their friendship had solidified during the last few months of his stay in Beacon Hills, it hardly meant they were best friends. Stiles had jumped at the request though, and was here now to spend a week on campus. (He had told his father it would be a good experience to try and see if he wanted to go to school here, and if any of the courses that Derek was taking were interesting to him). Of course he had no desire to attend class and planned to use this time to kick back. He was still shy of 21, but he doubted that stopped anyone in college. Stiles hopped off the bus and waited as the driver opened the bottom hatch of the bus and started to pull out luggage. He hadn't spotted Derek quite yet, but he was sure the elder would turn up sooner or later. He didn't know his way around at all, and though his nerves were still level he wondered quietly to himself how he was going to get by if Derek didn't show his face soon.
In anticipation Stiles flipped out his phone and checked to see if he had received any messages.
thegirloftheimpala
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maliaxxtate
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sourwolf-derekhale
xkingofrippersx
your-lydia-martin
ihavesentimentalvalues
Lydia smiled a little as she tucked her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear carefully "Sorry what did you say?" she asked turning to face the figure next to her as she shoke her head a little.
+5 new faces
Tess had spent a good part of the evening at a bar, chatting with a couple of interesting people, enduring boring conversations with others until she'd found one guy she'd liked enough. She'd led him to the back of the building, to which he hadn't protested in the slightest, convinced he was in for something quite different from what had expected him. Now that she was done feeding off him, she sent him on his way, compelled to forget her, and cleaned the blood from the corner of her mouth. That was when she realized she wasn't alone in that alley. "Who's there?"
♫
5 songs, 5 Line poem
When the rain is blowing in your face,Little broken hearts of the night,Lying here with you so close to me,I’m standing in Brooklyn just waiting for something to happen,Absolutely no one knows me better.
// Song used:
Make You Feel My Love by Adele
Little Broken Hearts by Norah Jones
Just a Kiss by Karmin (Lady Antebellum cover)
One Foot by .Fun
Stuck Like Glue by Karmin (Sugarland cover)
TEXT: I need you, Dere...
TEXT: Like, right now.
TEXT: picture
"So... how do you like your eggs?"
Put “So… how do you like your eggs?” in my inbox for a morning-after thread with my muse?
Stiles groaned as someone else spoke, nope not someone. Derek. Derek was in his room first thing in the morning and it made him frown as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. As soon as his eyes were opened he came to the realization that A he wasn’t in his bed, and B he was pretty damn naked. “What?” Stiles asked when it registered that he’d been asked a question as his brain focused on the events from the night before and why his body was deliciously sore in a bunch of new places. “I’m not picky, however you’re making them will be fine.” He finally replied as he grinned.
Stretching he winced slightly as pain shot up his lower back, but it was a good pain and there was no way did he regret finally getting Derek into bed, or had it been the other way around? Fuck it didn’t matter.
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[text] yes you are [text] normally you’re more formal with texting [text] why are you drunk?
[text: Sour Patch Adult] noooooooo im not [text: Sour Patch Adult] why rnt u drunk>?