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[delinquentflower]

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Excerpt: 

Stiles runs full-tilt, blindly pushing branches out of his way and trying not to stumble over the uneven forest floor. The last thing he needs after the last few shitty months is to brain himself in the woods while escaping what he can only describe as a massive black fox. Made of smoke.

He really hates his life right now, but shit , if he doesn’t run faster this won’t be his life for long.

Stiles can feel the thing catching up on him, shivers at the touch of what’s more dark aura than actual breath across the back of his neck. He’s beginning to think that it could have gotten him anytime it wanted to and is just toying with him – though running still feels much more viable than stopping to chat with what he suspects is literal evil – when he glimpses flashes of red and blue light through the thinning trees at the edge of the preserve.

He has just enough time to blindly hope it’s literally any officer other than his father, mentally kick himself for wishing them into danger they don’t even know exists, and shout an incoherent warning before he breaks through the tree line. Where he finds himself staring into his dad’s face, because of course he is. And a quick scan of the area reveals no werewolves, because of course they aren’t here when he needs them. His life . He starts to grab for his dad before he’s even had the opportunity to catch his breath, pulling him by the arm as hard as he can. The sheriff, to his credit, starts running before he starts questioning. But it doesn’t help.

Nothing ever helps.

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Hey All,

My friend and I wrote a Sterek fic. Feel free to read and leave comments (or message me directly on tumblr), we’d love to get some feedback. We will be posting the rest of the chapters on Sundays.

Thanks, Dee and Petal :)

[kornye-west]

POEM

heh heh heh 

ok

u ready for this

roses are redand have lots of petalsso you guys are similarexcept ur hella metal <3

[delinquentflower]

I genuinely dont understand low self esteem. I can roll around in a puddle of mud, decide to play in the sand afterward, later eat my weight in cookie butter and heavily barbecued wings, and still see my reflection in a mirror and think "DAMNNNNN girl, I'd frick frack you" while gyrating toward the mirror. 

Also tbh i'd probably caress my reflection's face while thinking I like you. 

[kornye-west]

tokenminority replied to your post:I’m Closer To Thirty And Have No Idea What I’m...

Ah yes I’m familiar with that novel, currently working on the prequel entitled “Early Twenties with Debt in the Thirties (of Thousands of Dollars) and No Job or Life Plan”. I don’t like this book series at all.

tbh this series is bullshit. 

[starrymonk]

tokenminority replied to your post:fy-nghariad-fy-emrys replied to your post:this...

To be fair, you didn’t say that your boyfriend ISN’T Voldemort soooo

petal brings up a very fair point.