#with scott

[stripesofsilverpawsoffire-blog]

where is Proshi...? I need to tell them something

Your guess is as good as ours. I followed his scent to a strange portal made of obsidian.

He needs to hurry and get back so we can find him!

[aliicns]

starter para @lostxinstereo​

¿S...scott? - musitó la muchacha, hacía demasiado tiempo que no veía a quien era o aun podría ser su novio. Luego de viajar por el submundo y que le dejasen un tiempo en paz, aun tenía muchas cosas que hacer pero lo que más necesitaba era verles otra vez. - Scott... yo -  no podía decir más, no sabía que hacer, como de costumbre.

[nikosasakis]

i am once again, crying over stiles stilinski 

[life-is-no-sugarlicking]

a happy little Brodie. ♥

[madam-tay]

Snow Bunnies

@curiositykilledthekerouaccat

Xavier hated Hollywood, that part was obvious. He hated how fake people were, hated the weather, hated how much pressure he always felt in that god damn fucking city. He wanted to get away and, at the moment, had enough money to get away to his dad’s house in Tahoe. Naturally, that’s where he decided to go. 

He had never been one to plan and when he decided to go, he merely packed a quick bag and got into his car. Checking the weather was for losers and so he didn’t pay it any mind as his music started playing and he got into the open road. 

Maybe he should have.

The snow was heavy and, for the most part, he tried to pay attention while he drove. Sometimes, though, Xavier got distracted. Sometimes someone would text him or he would hate the song that was playing, both of which caused him to look on his phone. He was an alright driver, it was fine. It wasn’t when he looked up and found himself drifting. Correcting himself, his car swerved even more out of control, swerving in a twisting pattern until he crashed into a ditch. 

A stream of curse words followed as he got out of the car, surveying the damage. How the fuck was he going to get this out? Pushing made the most sense, so he began to push himself against the car. His feet and hands were freezing and his light coat wasn’t cutting it. Why the fuck hadn’t he checked the weather? 

[madam-tay]

@curiositykilledthekerouaccat 

Everything had a time and a place and Elizabeth was well aware of that fact. She had always advocated recognizing that time and place in her students and making rational and informed decisions. She was even an advocate for interdisciplinary studies, merging history, current events, and English literature. Right now, however, she didn’t think her students were aware of those times and places and she did not appreciate it. Being questioned by a teenager who thought that they knew more than her was, frankly, ridiculous. 

As soon as the forty minutes was up, she found herself walking down the linoleum halls and into the familiar office. Looking at the very tall and muscular man, she crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame so she could seem a little more authoritarian. She didn’t mind Scott’s habit for bleeding his political beliefs in the classroom, mostly, but she didn’t appreciate ruining her instruction. “Can you explain to me why April Swanson spent the majority of my class trying to tell me that I cannot teach The Great Gatsby because it represents patriarchal overtones?” 

[3x0x0x0]

Film it!