#telefae

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@telefae​​​        /    *        gets  thomas  teller  ii.

❛ ❛       if    you    think    you    can    keep    up    with    me     .  .  .     feel    free    to    tag    along.      ❜ ❜

[whatscanon-a]

@telefae​ asked  :    💋 +   /   either   Stiles   or   Sam  ?

    he was due to return to    california    in a couple of days, and honestly? he was   dreading    it a little bit. there were things about this town that absolutely fascinated him. of course, the    cajun cuisine    was hard to beat, but this town was buzzing with    supernatural energy   . he couldn’t wait to tell    scott    and the rest of the pack about it.  

    but there was also   sookie   . he was a sucker for a girl with pretty eyes and smooth talking. she had taken him in her grasp, and he was    a goner   . he had been in that bar more than any other bar in his entire life, not to drink but to just     talk     to her. 

     they were sharing the    same side    of a booth during one of her breaks when it happened. she took the leap.    she kissed him.    her lips were on his. his brain shorted out, his entire body becoming    tingly    as he tried to process what was happening. but after a moment, he melted into it.   his fingers    found their way through her blonde locks to rest his hand on the nape of her neck.  

     he allowed her to be the one to pull back, blinking slowly as oxygen re-entered his system.   “  you make it really hard for a guy to go back home when you do that, y’know,  “     he exhaled, releasing a quiet chuckle. 

[drklng]

❛❛   excuse   me   ?   ❜❜   practiced   &   charming   smile   sliding   into   place   ,   disinterest   hidden   in   the   depths   of   quartz   grey   eyes   .   &   yet   he   ran   a   hand   through   his   hair   ,   a   gesture   seemingly   idle   when   it   was   barely   more   than   an   act   .   (   bashful   ,   young   ,   naive   -   traits   he   had   long   since   shed   ,   yet   they   served   him   well   .   )   ❛❛   i   am   new   around   here   &   was   hoping   you   were   ...   not   ?   ❜❜     /     @telefae​   liked   for   modern   !   aleksander     /     accepting   so   hard   right   now   

[dfsafgdsfaraqeful]

@telefae​ said: ♗ 

send me a  ♗ and i’ll use my icon style to make an icon of your muse           accepting !

[whatscanon-a]

        𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲   had opened stiles’s eyes to experiences beyond what he could imagine from    beacon hills   . his precinct was stationed only half an hour outside of his hometown, so he was able to   commute    back and forth for the day job aspect of it. however, some assignments required him to travel more    covertly    to research particular issues among    technological cases   . particularly, a big job of his lately had been to take down and   outsmart hackers    before they realized the fbi was on the case. 

           he had recently  been researching a case in    new orleans    involving a similar issue, but he had found himself exploring    other parts    of the state. he thought beacon hills was warm, but the    humidity    was something he couldn’t have prepared himself for. it was nearly impossible to breathe at times, and he felt like he had    taken a shower     by walking from one place to another.

            he found some relief from the heat in a bar, hoping to find something to keep his growling stomach at bay as well. he sidled up to it, wincing as he glanced to the barmaid. “  this is a really millennial question, and i’m apologizing in advance,  ”  he sighed, removing his backpack from his shoulders,  “  but do you have wifi here?   ”   //  @telefae​

[whatscanon-a]

         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.   he had spent the remnants of his high school years up north, and while he had made some    amazing friends   , it was just    too cold    for him. the    hotter and stickier    it was outside, the better. 

             he had used part of his savings to buy himself    a van    , renovating it into a sure–enough living facility. he could park it on a campground, use the outdoor shower and bathroom facilities, and have a roof over his head at night. he had built a    false bottom     in the floor of the van to stow away the mattress and blankets he slept with, so really, it was the    perfect set up   . the only thing he missed was a    consistent home cooked meal   , but that could wait until his adventures were over. for now, the closest thing to home cooked either came from restaurants or from the campfire meals he’d prepare onsite.

he pulled up to a bar during his tour through    louisiana    , sighing happily when the humidity caused his sunglasses to    fog     upon stepping out of his van. he grabbed his guitar case from the back and stepped inside, raking a hand through his shaggy locks.

“  excuse me, ma’am,  ”    he greeted the barmaid, the corner of his mouth turning upwards into a soft smile.   “  is there someone i could talk to about possibly playing on your stage one night?  ”          //         @telefae​​

[conjurore]

@telefae​  ♡’d  for  a  starter!

night-dark  eyes   peering   over  the  rim  of  his  menu,     he   recoils   at  the  sight  of  a  drunken  mortal  in  head-to-toe  denim   sloshing   a  full  pint  into  his  consort’s  lap.     wife?     mistress?     he  hasn’t  the  time  nor  energy  to  dissect  the  situation,     not  as  hunger  gnaws  at  his  insides  and   certainly   not  as,     after  twenty  minutes  of  plastered-on  patience,     the  waitress   finally   draws  near.     you  don’t  look  infernal,     yet  you  reek  of  magic.     its  appear  his  intuition  was  correct    —     bon  temps  is  no   ordinary   town.     appraising  the  young  woman  with  interest,     he   evokes   his  innermost  pleasantries.     ❛     you   strike   me  as  someone  with  exemplary  taste.     ❜     who  are  you?     what   are  you?     ❛     what’s   good   here?     ❜

[awf1]

                        @telefae​​​​​​      /      💄

❛❛          –––––       𝐍𝐎𝐓     𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓      𝐎𝐍𝐄     !          ❜❜          from    ease    posture     to    swift     attention    ,            as    digits     grasped     at     a    lipstick     tube    all    too    wrong    .          generosity        [       in    the    form    of    artistic    freedom       ]        withers        &      dies    ,            almost     as     quickly     as    it    had    sprouted    ,            &          correct     color     is    chosen    .          lifted     in    showcase    ,           as    if    obvious    .             ❛❛          .   .   .     this    one    is    𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷      𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴    your    shade    .          ❜❜