#wolfridden

[shroudedheart]

@fightbehavior

                “Since we are already stuck together in the jeep... --- What did you tell Scott that involved my LOVE LIFE?”

[clawridden]

            ❝     ON  THE  BRIGHT  SIDE    ,             i  didn’t  burn  down  the  house   !           just  the  cake .            (            *&        a  l i t t l e  bit  of  the  kitchen  .         )          ❞

               @wolfridden            *   /           birthday    !

[bansheeshrieks-blog]

♡

Send me “♡“ and I’ll write your url in my handwritting on a paper adding a little comment about how I feel about you or your muse.

[shroudedheart]

@wolfridden

                   “Scott did you ever wonder what it’d be like to get a blo.wjob but like, not just that but also... I mean...from another boy?”

[shroudedheart]

@wolfridden  ;; paid attention to me

                 “Do you think Derek will get the hint if I ask whether or not he wants to be the batman to my robin or at least the superman to my batman?”

[shroudedheart]

                 “When you say Isaac HEARS things, do you mean like... Does he think he can hear ghosts or more like when he and Derek are together... like... moans or shit?”

@wolfridden

[silverconfined]

wolfridden replied to your post “ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

WHY DO U HURT ME THIS WAY

I WOULD SAY I’M SORRY BUT I’M REALLY NOT

[bansheeshrieks-blog]

Green eyes narrowed and she hefted yet another musty old tome onto the table currently serving as her workspace. She should have been at MIT. She and should have been working toward her first degree, instead she was taking classes via correspondance and trying to mitigate the aftermath of Monroe turning Beacon Hills into a warzone, and the supernatural community on it's head. The next book, weighty with age, hit the desk with ar esounding thud. It wasn't anywhere near as satisfying as it ought to have been. Considering the banshee was still no closer to figuring out where hunters would strike next, and with whom th McCall pack ought parlay next with. Not for the first time did Lydia wish her banshee powers had come with an instruction manual. She rolled her neck and shoulders in a bid to alleviate the lance of pain arcing up into her skull. The growing migraine settling with a dull thud behind her left eye. To compound an already shitty situation, the vault which had hitherto become their defacto headquarters, smelled faintly of mildew and was located an inconvenient distance from anything resembling civilization. "I have three new maps that a witch--and I use the term lightly, since she insisted I refer to her as Lady Glimmer Hawke--" she scowled, "--implied were rough approximations of supernatural territory. Which mostly correspond with the telluric currents that underscore most of the U.S. She didn't specify what kinds of supernaturals but she laughed when I mentioned werewolves."

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