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Deborah Williams

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in their natural habitat

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i honestly prefer to kick a man when hes down. its the easiest time to do it

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Degrassi: The Next Generation 7.10 “Pass the Dutchie”

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I’M SO SORRY THIS WAS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS I THOUGHT I POSTED IT AGES AGO😭

🩻anatomy lessons:

Liam collapses into the empty space on the couch next to Malia, soda in one hand and two precariously balanced plates in the other. Pizza and wings leaking grease and sauce through the plate onto his splayed palm.

Malia nabs a buffalo wing before he can protest, but pauses, nose raised in the air between them, instead of taking a bite.

“You smell like Theo,” she frowns.

Well, shit.

That’s, uh, an oversight. Big one.

Liam fends off that jackrabbity uptick in his heartbeat that Theo taught him to control. Just down the hall there’s a kitchen full of potential eavesdroppers and shitstirrers. Theo included, and he’d never let Liam live this down.

He’s fiddling with the tab of his soda can, stringing together a half-honest excuse—something like, yeah, probably ‘cause I keep getting forced into patrol duty with him.

But Malia leans in, sniffs once, and settles back against the couch with a shrug.

“I think you guys use the same shower gel. It smells good,” she says behind a bite, then wields what remains of her wing like a weapon. All threatening white meat and hot sauce pointed at his neck. “But don’t tell him I said that.”

Liam lets out a breath.

He won’t. Not a fucking chance.

“Uh, thanks. My mom buys it,” he mumbles.

Thank you so much for sending!!!

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opinions on unrequited thiam? theo staying with liam and the puppy pack until he's no longer needed. taking every hit from their enemies and patching himself up in his truck alone. hanging around while they apply to colleges, making sure they aren't in danger. he stays because he cares about him but also bc he yearns for someone to tell him what to do and how to behave. he follows the mccall pack around intially because he needs a purpose but stays because he cares about them. the doctors conditioned him into thinking he's only worthy if he's useful and that he can only operate if someone is telling him what to do. that's why he hangs around in season 6b, he has nothing and is tryna prove himself. he doesn't become attached to liam until after he decides he is gonna keep him from hurting himself. the puppy pack all move on to new things and theo's just left in beacon hills with nothing and no one.

Um, hello this is so PAINFUL 😭 Whyyyyyyy did you wake up and choose violence (and why are we two peas in a pod🤭)

But, yes to all of this!!! Dude you truly said it all but may I also offer you: unrequited Thiam that doesn’t have to be unrequited but both Theo and Liam keep getting in their own way and holding back so they’re stuck in their own little isolated islands of yearning ✅

Also ok this kind of ✨inspired me✨ so um a quick little semi-sad drabble below the cut??

The bonfire at Lydia’s lake house is supposed to be their last shred of togetherness, for a while at least. Barring no catastrophes, sudden violence and destruction as the great (re)uniter of a pack that couldn’t grow apart if it tried.

Theo tried. Didn’t work. But the past year he spent expending his efforts in the opposite direction. Mr. Tear-It-Apart turned Mr. Fix-It. Getting sated on need, pleas for help. Liam.

Liam likes him useful. They all do. So he’s stuck around like gum on a shoe offering what he can. A truck. Another body. An extra set of eyes. A pair of claws. Sometimes, a listening ear.

He wasn’t supposed to want it, but he does. The McCall pack and their saccharine camaraderie. The fist bumps and the inside jokes and the group chats, his growing camera roll and bloodless memories. Whatever. Good things. The way they end. You know how it goes.

It’s not like he didn’t know Liam was leaving. He said himself he’d been dreaming about college since he first picked up a lacrosse stick and learned the word “recruitment.” Theo could see the headlights of their last summer together coming around the bend long before his departure even made contact.

So it goes.

Theo prefers clean breaks. Not this slow chipping away of their time together. That calendar on Liam’s fridge with the campus move-in date circled in red. So he got to making himself scarce proactively. Weaning himself off his diet of Liam’s attention until the bonfire rolled around, just six days til move-in.

He never could forget that date.

But, fuck, rip a bandaid off and it still leaves a residue behind.

It’s there, sticky and unyielding in the weight of Liam’s eyes in him when Theo shows up an hour after everyone else. The downward slope of his mouth when he asks, dude, where have you been? And how that frown gives way to a hand on Theo’s shoulder, a gentle shove in the direction of the food. Liam’s half-cling, the way he hovers in Theo’s radius the whole time.

He’s not supposed to want this.

Over s’mores Liam yaps about the classes he enrolled in, his roommate, the lacrosse team—conjuring up a life outside Beacon Hills.

Theo doesn’t. He doesn’t fit in it. It’s fine. He makes a good listening ear, so.

When Liam’s done savoring the last bite of his s’more he swipes the small pile of crumbs that had gathered in his lap onto the dirt. Theo wants to be the space beneath those hands. To feel that broad, sweeping motion of Liam’s warm palms gone sticky with marshmallow, charting across familiar territory.

“So, anyway, what’s been up with you?” Liam asks, knocking his knee against Theo’s.

Theo thinks instead he might be the crumbs.

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Ew i opened my heart and something crawled inside

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turning the knife inside yourself tonight queen?

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murder on the dance floor (gonna burn this house goddamn right down)

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snippet idk tuesday

tagged by @honestlydarkprincess @haven-of-dusk @fruchtfliege @ashyjingles and @endlessnightmaress (🩷🩷)

Mason might not care, because he was just as drunk, but Corey wouldn’t like it one bit. He wasn’t going to congratulate the special birthday boy with Theo moaning in the next room. Or maybe he would, Liam wasn’t sure, and to be honest, it was better not to. He didn’t want to know about Mason and Corey’s secret fantasies. That was too much information.

He wouldn’t let Theo stay at their house anyway, he wouldn’t do that to his boyfriend, even though he was kind of pissed at him. Liam loved him, after all. More than he could put into words—he wasn’t very good at that. More than he could comprehend. His heart, however, was full of love. Full of love for him. For Theo. Theo was all that his mind and heart consumed every day, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. It was like life energy. They were connected, body and soul. Staying away was never an option, even when they fought. Liam not only needed Theo to live, though, but he wanted to. For the rest of his life. That would always be his choice.

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👑kingdom comedown: (also tagging @justanotherlonelybard since they requested this one too!)

“Mason said that Corey gets these headaches sometimes. Bad ones,” Liam says, lips molded into a frown. “Really bad ones.”

He’s bouncing the eraser end of his pencil against his notebook. A nervous, incessant taptaptaptaptap. Liam’s getting at something here but Theo doesn’t know what. Only has a brow raise and a half shrug to offer in response, but Liam’s gotten fluent in his particular brand of nonverbal communication.

“Apparently he didn’t get them before he became a chimera,” he elaborates.

There could be 10,000 reasons for that—stress, not getting enough sleep, taking too many lacrosse balls to the head, whatever, Theo isn’t a doctor—but Liam’s eyes go wide and implicative at the word chimera and Theo knows at once why he’s getting pestered about this.

Ah. Right. His body with all its alchemical eccentricities. It’s not like he hasn’t fielded questions like these from the pack before. Most of the chimeras they met were a flash in the pan. Unstable. Hurtling toward death. Including Corey. Congrats, you’re still alive…but, how?

Even Deaton—so dedicated he is to maintaining order and the rules of the supernatural world—has admitted to being curious about the mechanisms by which the Dread Doctors were able to achieve success—debatable—with Theo, but he’s polite enough to not ask the guy raised as a science experiment if he’d be open to more experimentation.

But, the headaches. Sure. He almost tells Liam it’s normal but amends the statement to, “It happens.”

Liam lets out a breath at that, nods slowly. “Cool, so, uh. It’s nothing to worry about, because he’s not, like, dying or anything…right?”

The pencil pauses in mid-air, waiting for a reason to get nervous again.

Theo gets headaches, too. Has ever since he was remade in the image of the beast. Almost mythic in their intensity. Great, blinding sheaths of pain like someone splintered his skull open, the shell of a soft boiled egg, and left his brain exposed and raw to all of the world’s stimuli. Blinking hurts. Breathing hurts. His body rejects existence.

Theo takes too long to answer. Liam’s forehead creases more with each second of silence that ticks on uninterrupted and Theo almost likes the oily smell of his concern, the way that it’s just as much for Corey as it is for Theo.

“Right?” Liam insists.

“He’ll be fine,” Theo says. The smirk that accompanies the reassurance is manufactured. Plastic. “They’re just headaches.”

If he thinks harder about it he might start to feel bad. Corey has joined the club of being a relic of a dead art and it’s not like Theo has given him an orientation or an informational brochure or anything. 10 Things to Know Now That Your Body Has Been Irreversibly Warped by Alchemical Experiments!

“He missed two days of school last week.”

“Good for him?”

“Okay. Sorry, just…” Liam trails off with a shrug. “You’re the resident expert on chimeras here.”

He doesn’t mean to laugh, betray the sanctity of the moment and all but he can’t help it. The title’s nice but it doesn’t quite fit him. His own body is a guessing game.

“If I’m the resident expert then we’re fucked.”

🕊️survive the quiet: (+ tagging @keikokasugawitch-blog)

“You’ve seen plenty more dead bodies since then,” Theo shrugs, swiping a piece of crust through the ice cream puddle.

Liam scoffs, but there’s no heat to it. “You say that like it’s supposed to get easier.”

“Maybe you’re supposed to care less.”

Theo says it like an afterthought. As if that doesn’t say a whole lot about him. How he deals.

“My parents want me to start seeing a shrink again,” Liam admits. “Not even for my IED. But for all the…other stuff.”

“Other stuff,” Theo echoes, licking his spoon clean.

For all the stuff that spewed from his mouth, the broken faucet he was, after coming clean about the werewolf thing. For the wendigo, and the deadpool, and the assassins, and the berserkers, and the Dread Doctors, and the wild hunt, and the Anuk-ite, and the war. The war that’s still going on in a quiet way.

He didn’t tell them about Theo. Couldn’t. They like him too much.

He didn’t tell them about trying to kill Scott either. It’s bad enough to learn your son has claws and fangs. It’s worse to learn he’s used them to hurt people.

“They think everything that’s happened in the past couple years is, like. Too much.”

Theo shrugs again. Harder this time, stiffer. “I’ve never seen a shrink and I turned out fine.”

Liam’s waiting for the rimshot, or for Theo to crack a smile to indicate he’s in on the joke, but Theo just blinks at him, still running his tongue along the edge of one his canines.

“Bullshit. I’m pretty sure you could have your own chapter in the DSM.”

Thank you SO much for sending and for your patience 😭 From the make me finish something

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[gripping the sink] perfectionism does not help me avoid embarrassment or shame. perfectionism is in itself a form of shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame. when i struggle with perfectionism i struggle with shame