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platonic relationship is the word you’re looking for friend YOU SHOULD SLEEP
I TRIED TO BUT I HAVE TO PICK UP SOME STUFF FROM THE DOCTOR'S FOR MOM AND THEN IT'LL BE TOO LATE OH GOD CAFFEINE HERE I COME

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teethplusthroat replied to your post:
platonic relationship is the word you’re looking for friend YOU SHOULD SLEEP
I TRIED TO BUT I HAVE TO PICK UP SOME STUFF FROM THE DOCTOR'S FOR MOM AND THEN IT'LL BE TOO LATE OH GOD CAFFEINE HERE I COME
74
Send a number between 1-100 and I will write a drabble based on the prompt given.
74. Are you challenging me?
”What if I am Derek, what the fuck are you going to do about it?” The edges of the blond’s features are skewed, the sloping angles rigged now, dusted with coarse dusty hair and creases that accentuate the snarl coiling his lips. There’s a swift dart of pink from between his fangs, pressing against the smooth surfaces as the lingering quiet in the loft is broken away by the growl rumbling out of Isaac’s chest. He’s drawn into pacing then, his shoulders squared as he pivoted, over and over again before the wolf that had been his once Alpha. “You got Boyd and Erica killed and now Scott’s gotten Allison killed— neither of you are fit to be Alphas.”
It’s the anger, that broiling wrath stirring up in his chest that’s making him so volatile. The quiet, soft spoken boy he’d been before is lost, chewed to absolute ruin by the gnashing jaws of the monster surging up in his heart. He’s lost too much now, he’s lost everything. His family gone, the friends that had been the closest things to him since Camden, and now the one girl he’d let his heart ache for had been stolen out right from under him. Isaac is breaking, chunks of his resolve snapping off and shattering at his feet and there was only so long until he shook to pieces.
”I’m fucking tired of losing people that I love, Derek,” One clawed finger rose up and pointed at the older wolf across from him and his eyes smoldered a molten gold. “I’m not going to let it happen. Not anymore. No matter what it takes— and you’re not going to stop me.”
teethplusthroat replied to your post:is there seriously anti allison on my dash...
SET EVERYTHING ON FIRE. WITH NAPALM. AND DYNAMITE.
pls
|| there's only us ||
{ Night had fallen hours ago and while most of Beacon Hills didn't understand what was going on with the town, they knew well enough that all of it was very odd and it was best to stay indoors. The unexplainable was all around, after all, and no one wanted to fall victim to that and become another statistic in a clouded up graph. While most were tucked inside and enjoying what would hopefully be a quiet evening, Chris was moving out into the shadows, allowing it to cloak around him thickly. He didn't know exactly why was heading out into the night suddenly but for some reason or another he felt compelled to and while he knew he should have resisted such a feeling — this time it felt imperative that he followed through. It seemed life and death and Chris didn't want any blood on his hands. Following the direction the feeling was taking him, Chris killed the engine of his car in front of the Hale house property. Why was he here? Face lined with confusion, Chris made sure his weapons were in place as he made his way up to the door. Creaking it open carefully, Derek was standing there but he wasn't moving, his face contorted into a silent scream, eyes glassy in the way he saw from Allison too many nights now. Not really knowing what he was doing or why, Chris moved closer, wrapping his fingers around Derek's wrists. } Shaking him a little, Chris said, "Derek, wake up. You're dreaming. It isn't real. Come on, whatever you're lost in —— it isn't real." He gripped a little harder, more from not wanting to get clawed up than anything else. For some reason, though, he didn't necessarily feel afraid and that was troubling as well. This was a werewolf and he never let his guard down around them. "Wake up, Derek," Chris continued, voice a little softer than the harshness it held before. Not that he cared about Derek or anything. No. He just didn't want another wolf going on a killing rampage that he had to put down.
teethplusthroat replied to your post:teethplusthroat replied to your post:Okay so I’m...
The episode last night was super great at reminding us that Deaton is not only badass, but he is /scary/ too.
rIGHT FRICKING RIGHT PREACH IT SISTA like he has all this knowledge about everything??? like i just hOW DO YOU DO IT lets not forget that everyone would be dead multiple times over if it weren't for doctor deats
" So. About those 'weird things'."
teethplusthroat replied to your post:I’ve been obsessed with the song Pour some sugar...
you’ve got the peaches i’ve got the cream—
----Sweet to taste, saccharine
teethplusthroat replied to your post:Okay so I’m seeing all this shit on my dash about...
YES THIS THOUGH.
im just really mad okay because while everyone is freaking out over sterek
im freaking out because
daaaaaaaaaaaymn deaton is hella badass