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( unrestrxcted. )

      ❝ when was the last time you slept? ❞

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sorry I haven't been active here lately, guys!!  right now, I'm knee-deep in a job hunt and I don't really have the time to be on tumblr.  if I can find some, I'll definitely try to be here and write replies/starters, but for the time being you can reach me by my sk y pe or k i k.  I promise I won't bite unlessyou'reintothat

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Tagged by:  likeithurtsme

Name:  maxine, yo Nickname:  baeritto apparently Birthday:  august 31st Gender:  give me a sec to check okay Sexuality:  pansexual Height:  five seven Time zone:  eastern  What time & date it is there:  11:41 am, august 28th what does that have to do with the price of rice in china What time & date it would be in Antarctica:  half past 'I should have brought a heavier jacket' Average hours of sleep I get each night:  enough  RL OTP:  me and the bae <3 Other OTPs:  well there's stephanie the bestanie with brien o'dylan, sciles 4 lifles, and probs lexie grey and mark sloan tbh

The last thing I Google’d was:  smiling alpacs My most used phrase/s:  what wait you mean I can have my own personal slogan and nobody told me? First word that comes to mind:  uh What I last said to a family member:  'stop crying your birthday isn't until tomorrow' okay wait out of context that sounds really mean but I s2g I was being reasonable One place that makes me happy and why:  disney world because that's where dreams come true How many blankets I sleep under:  one?? Favourite beverage:  a nice tall glass of sophia or sweet tea The last movie I watched in the cinemas was:  let's be cops Three things I can’t live without:  oxygen, proper hydration, and nutrients Something I plan on learning:  how to woo a girl you've been pining after for months in six easy steps A piece of advice for all my followers:  don't give alpacas the stink eye they don't roll with that You all have to listen to this song:  fashionably late by falling in reverse bc fav My blog/s:  you mean the active ones snorts witinski & leftstandiing

Tagging:  no one because I don't really have many chums

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Follow your heart and your gut unless you know… Unless it’s just wrong. Unless you have a stomach ache. Don’t follow your gut if you have a stomach ache.

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( baetawolf. )

[  Near death, Derek can only view Scott as a blur of a PARIAH, a savior;    by  the  time  he  focuses on the sharpened tips of the alpha’s canines,    he’s  speaking,    a resolute murmur of courage that  causes  Derek  to    flutter his eyes shut and brace for the pain he’s  only ever  heard  about   — and   INFLICTED.   The  hands  on Scott loosen,   grip  diminishing  in    tandem  with  his death march.    He has enough sense to tilt his head,    essentially baring his throat for Scott to bite.

                                           Alpha. Beta.

   With teeth that sink into flesh,    Derek finally loses consciousness.    His final sensation is the warm,   wet feeling of blood pooling from    punctured skin. Then    there is NOTHING, until there is something.

   He blinks awake, lashes sticky and body numb.               Haziness overtakes him before a rush of his surroundings                                              swarm his senses. Shakily exhaling, he calls,  ]

                    ❝ Scott? ❞

   ( even in the hours succeeding the alpha's teeth having SUNK into      the feeble muscle at the base of derek's neck, he can still FEEL      the skin tearing beneath his fangs-- can still taste the copper that      doused his taste buds.  thinking back on it only manages to throw      scott's head into a further SPIRAL, every single one of his digits      clenching where his hands are clasped, elbows propped on bent      knees, plainly to keep his balance in check---- even if he is seated.

     the weak pulsating of derek's heart has been absorbing every      aspect of scott's conscious mind ever since he was able to bring      him somewhere SAFE while the older man was out of his own.  of      course it just happened to be his home -- his bedroom, to be more      specific -- but at least then he'd be awakening somewhere FAMILIAR.      he'd already begun believing perhaps he never would, that his attempt      at saving derek was merely FUTILE---- that is, until he stirs, and scott      is on his feet, by his side, before he can even process the fact. )

      ❝ hey---- you're ALIVE. ❞

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      ❝ i was turning into a MONSTER. ❞

   ( the grazes of war are all but the slightest hints of scratches now,      merely red blotches and sporadic patches of drying blood.  though,      not all of it is HIS.  if scott’s claws were to extend, perhaps he’d      regain that unfamiliar RUSH, that biting sensation in his entire form      once more that he’d felt only minutes ago——— BLOOD LUST. )

      ❝ ——————like peter. ❞

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      ❝ i was turning into a MONSTER. ❞

   ( the grazes of war are all but the slightest hints of scratches now,      merely red blotches and sporadic patches of drying blood.  though,      not all of it is HIS.  if scott's claws were to extend, perhaps he'd      regain that unfamiliar RUSH, that biting sensation in his entire form      once more that he'd felt only minutes ago------ BLOOD LUST. )

      ❝ ------------like peter. ❞

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( baetawolf. )

[  Scott’s hesitation is evident. The FEAR that Scott won’t follow    through begins to seep through  Derek’s  veins,   eliciting  his    fingers to dig more  DEEPLY  into the other wolf.  But finally —    finally — the signs of relenting are obvious and Derek hangs    onto each EXHALE of Scott’s, until—

   He manages to muster up an expression of    disbelief, scoffing and tasting blood. Where?  ]

❝ Anywhere, Scott. — here, between my    neck and shoulder. I don’t care.                                      Just                   please. ❞

   ( even when approaching nonexistence does derek manage to      still convey attitude, a feat scott would press his lips into a firm      line upon witnessing any other time but THIS.  instead, the pair      part, however wordlessly-------- they're intent is not to release      particles of speech.  it's more of an action out of his control when      not addressed.  the elongation of his canines, the formation of      primal FANGS, is what has scott's mouth widening simply to      accommodate them.  it's only a partial shift, but it's ENOUGH. )

      ❝ you're gonna be okay, derek. ❞

   ( scott KNOWS he's already said so before, but the reassurance      isn't just for derek this time around.  because when he BITES, he      wants to bite with confidence as well as hope.  and he does.                                                                                    ----------HE BITES. )

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so who wants to do the plotting jazz

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( warriorwithabow. )

      “      What happened?”

      ❝ nothing---- everything's okay. ❞

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( baetawolf. )

[  Settled securely on the  ground,   Derek  feels  only  slightly    more steady;  the world still feels off-balance,  however,  so    his trembling fingers  continue  to  grasp  Scott’s  shoulders    as best as he can manage. What can Scott do ? Blankness    accompanies the hopeless purse of his lips, the apology in    his eyes. Until —

   He hesitates. A hand slides to the back of Scott’s neck,    urging him closer. Desperation matching the ALPHA’s,  ]

❝ The bite, Scott.                     Give me the bite. ❞

      ❝ what?             ----you want me to bite you? ❞

   ( though shock may have shined in his irises, some part of scott      couldn't properly be surprised, SOME part of him knew the only      possible way for derek to be SAVED was obvious.  there would      always be the question of WHAT IF, however.  what if the bite      didn't take, what if he was just responsible for quickening the      man's impending DEATH?  ----------he couldn''t do that.  but      derek wasn't asking, was he?  allowing himself to be swayed by      derek's grip, lurched closer by physical persuasion, scott found      himself doing everything BUT denying him of his request. )

      ❝ where? ❞

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( baetawolf. )

           ❝  …  ❞

[  Derek wonders if this is what it’s like to bleed out    in somebody’s arms.   Every other time he’d been    on the brink of death, there was a solution. A lucky    break.  A last resort.  A banshee  predicted  this,    verified  his  death  before  it  had  even happened.    How is he supposed to fight against fate?  ]

❝ Lydia knows that I will. I am.                         I’m sorry. ❞

[  Sorry that he’s the cause for more grief. Sorry that Scott will    have  to burden more than  before,  with Derek gone.  Sorry    doesn’t come close to what Scott deserves.  ]

      ❝ DEREK------ ❞

   ( ANGUISH sparks at the alpha's fingertips, resolutely fitting for      the ache webbed into each of them.  it's a sensation that wastes      no time in overwhelming his entire physique, fueled wholly by      the utter defeat in derek's tone.  like he has already ACCEPTED      the instinctual predictions he's been given.  it is not by the most      smooth maneuvering, but scott manages to settle the both of them      to the frigid cement beneath their feet to keep derek off of his, so      as not to wear out what remaining strength he still HAS. )

      ❝ tell me what i can DO, and i'll do it. ❞

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ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ) step-siblings as secret lovers au.

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( oflaments. )

❝ I was worried about all of you. I couldn’t —— I should     have been there to help, but I wasn’t. All I could do     was wait. ❞

      ❝ we're okay---- we're all okay, lydia. ❞

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finally put my main verses up and I am ready to rumble.  and by rumble I mean track down and reblog aus that catch my eye to get a wishlist up and running as well.