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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Did you make any money today? Not today, because it’s a weekend.

What was the highest place you've ever jumped from? I’m not too sure, actually. I tend to be cautious when it comes to jumping just because I always have this fear at the back of my head that I could possibly snap my legs in half upon landing lol.

Have you ever gone swimming in a river? I don’t think I have.

Is there something you really want to buy at the moment? I want a jumbo RJ doll but it’s quite expensive and not one of my priorities at the moment.

Would you ever consider culinary school? I want to learn how to cook but not passionate enough about it to enroll in culinary school altogether, so no.

What was the last souvenir someone got you? It’s been a while since anyone went anywhere...

Do you have a favorite remix of a song? I’ve never enjoyed remixes and just stick to original versions of songs. The one remix I’ll give a pass to is BTS’ Mic Drop with Steve Aoki just because that one includes a dance break that sounds really nice and gets me all hyped up.

Has the power gone out recently? Yeah, like two weeks ago. I was working from home then so it had been a huge bother, but fortunately I had been charging my devices all day and also had enough data on my phone so I was able to continue.

Do you like driving at night? It’s ok and actually pretty relaxing if it’s LATE late at night and there’s barely any cars. Driving in the evening during rush hour, on the other hand, is just fucking stressful.

What do you think is the most saddest sounding instrument? Depending on how it’s played, probably the piano or violin.

Do you really pay attention to the ratings on movies? Yes. It’s a pretty influential factor.

Have you ever snuck in to a theater/dance/bar etc? No.

If given the chance, would you go to Ireland? I mean, it’s not really on top of my bucket list but for the sake of travelling and experiencing a different place and culture I definitely would go to Ireland.

Are you afraid of standing on the edge of hills/skyscrapers/cliffs etc? I am scared but whenever I’m given the chance to do this I kind of scrap that fear first and live in the moment.

Do you have a favorite species of wild cat (tiger/lion/cougar etc)? No.

Do you have an absolute favorite name (boy or girl)? Alessandra, 120%. It is so beautiful-sounding, plus I love that you can use "Alessa" as a nickname. My Silent Hill obsession is quite thrilled by that, ha ha. < I love that name too, now that I think about it. For now, I think Olivia still tops my list.

Are you good at pronouncing foreign words? My English is alright.

When listening to music, do you usually tap your foot etc to the beat? I tap my fingers more than my foot.

Have you ever literally cried on a friend's shoulder? Yeah but they were also my significant other then, so I dunno if that counts. I’m not super into physical touch so this isn’t something I’d do towards a friend, no matter how close we are.

Would you ever consider being a DJ at a party if you were paid? Nah, I would suck.

Do strapless bras work for you? No, my boobs are too small.

Has anyone told you that they wanted to marry you/were planning on it/etc? No.

Do you feel comfortable enough to wear short shorts? Yeah, I just never really have the opportunity to wear them.

Have a favorite actor/actress from Old Hollywood? (Marilyn Munroe, etc) AUDREY HEPBURNNNNNNNNNN

What's your opinion on people who stretch their ears? They can do whatever they want lol. I’m personally not a fan of the look but that’s my own problem to deal with.

Do you think tattoos are expressive art or unattractive? Expressive.

What is your school mascot? None of the schools I attended have one.

Have you ever seen a bear in the wild? I have never seen a bear.

What's the book you're currently reading? Not reading anything at the moment.

Can you recall the most disturbing movie you've ever seen? Eraserhead. Requiem For A Dream is also stressful to watch, even on your 2nd or 45th rewatch.

Has anyone you know gotten mono? Possibly, but I can’t place names at the moment.

Have you ever picked an apple off the tree and eaten it? No. Aside from the fact that I don’t eat fruits, apple trees aren’t native here so I’ve never actually seen one.

Can you say yes/no in different languages? Oo/hindi, ne/ani.

Out of the traditional superheroes, which one is your favorite? I don’t like superheroes.

Ever peed in your pants after the age of 10? Not in my pants but my bed, but fortunately it just happened once.

Had any surgeries? What kind? I have not.

Ever told your parents you hated them? I had it written down on my journal when I was going through those rebellious puberty years, but it was only directed towards my mom because that had also been the peak of her emotionally/mentally abusive days. It’s funny because she snooped through my stuff then and saw the entry and ended up crying...and I didn’t even feel bad about it because 1) I meant what I wrote, and 2) she literally went through my shit. I still don’t feel bad about it.

Do you let your pets on your furniture? Yes they can get on the couch and my bed.

How do you feel about kettle cooked chips? I don’t really have an opinion lmao. If they are chips then they are going in my mouth.

How strong do you like your coffee? I like milky/creamy coffee best tbh. When it comes to how strong they are I don’t have a preference.

Would you rather see someone of the opposite sex naked or nicely dressed? Idk.

Would you ever consider visiting Texas? I have relatives based in San Antonio and we’re pretty close to that side of the family, so yeah.

If you could make a movie, what would it be about? I’ve never been one for creative writing.

If you were kicked out of your current residence whom would you call? My grandma or one of my aunts.

Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? Not at this point in my life.

Do you prefer broccoli or asparagus? Oooooohh I love both!

Was the last person you kissed attractive? Objectively yes, but I no longer feel the attraction I once held for her.

Are you racist at all? No.

Do you read creepypasta? If not, you should. No thanks.

Have you ever vandalized? Yeah some desks when I was in grade school.

Would you ever scuba dive in shark-infested waters if you had the chance? Most likely not. And by the way, they do not "infest" waters. That's their home. I hate that phrase so much. < This is a good point and I’d like to keep it here. Anywho, yeah I’m willing to do this but as far as I know they keep you in a cage when you go down in the water. I’d only do it if this was guaranteed lol.

Have you ever been drunk at work? Hungover, yes. Drunk while at work, hell no.

Have you ever hit a parked car with your car? No. My mom has done this with my parked car though -____- She had been backing up and I kept honking as she inched closer to my car, but she heeded me no mind until she finally hit me.

Have you ever slept on the floor with someone you like? We probably had but I don’t remember the details anymore.

Which do you prefer: french toast, bagels, or cereal? Bagels.

Do you prefer light or dark haired? Dark.

Have you ever read any of the Chicken Soup for the Soul books? Yes, I liked reading those in like grade school and high school.

Would you be prepared to do a job that you didn’t like, if it paid well? I haven’t been placed in that situation yet, so I’m not actually sure how I would handle it. Depends on how much the money is, I guess.

Do you think age is needed for maturity? No.

Do you believe the future is predetermined? I don’t think so.

What words are most comforting to you? Words of reassurance, like, “I’m just here,” “You don’t have to apologize.”

How important is money to you? It is generally pretty important to me and I’m usually good at saving...I’ve just hit a road bump the last few months because getting into K-Pop means wanting to get something out of every new merch drop hahahaha. I went alarmingly crazy from April to June, but I made a vow to calm down starting this July; and so far, aside from pre-ordering the new Memories of 2020 DVD and buying some merch from the pop-up store, I haven’t bought anything else.

Is there anything you want to last forever? Cold weather in the Philippines.

List three of your passions: Writing, food, and museums.

How old do you want to live to? Just because I’m competitive even until age, I want to make it to 100 lmao.

What kind of love do you value the most? Very comfortable platonic love. I highly value friendships where I can pretty much treat them like an SO hahaha.

If you could control one element, what would it be? I don’t care.

Do you prefer foxes or wolves? No preferences.

Could you ever deliver a baby? OMG no I would be terrible and would for sure bring more harm than good to the mother.

Do you think suits are sexy? Uh yeah.

Ever been called babe? Yeah.

How old is your youngest sibling? 18.

Who in your phone has a heart after their name? Angela.

Favorite boy’s name? I guess I have several preferences, but I dunno if I have favorite boy’s names. I like the sounds of Lucas, Jacob, Liam, and Mason.

Are your parents together, separated, divorced, never married, what? Married.

Do you go online every day? For sure.

What is the best quality in the last guy you kissed? I’ve never kissed a guy.

What do you usually do during a kiss? Depends on how passionate it is? < Yeah.

Do you have an older brother? Technically no, but I have a cousin that I pretty much see as one.

You’re offered free tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. What do you do? I love Biebs, but I would probably sell them. Some extra money is always good hahaha.

What’s the genre of the current song you’re listening to? K-Pop, R&B.

Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? Yeah, I already have two of them.

Would you ever sell your soul? Erm, I guess not.

#survey #surveys

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endless-vall · 4 years

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There’s no other word for it - MTFL fanfic (Noah x MC)

Summary: Charlie finally thinks over her three pursuers from the start of the year. When it comes down to it, there’s only one person she has her eyes for.

Author’s note: This fanfic is about MC/Mason/Ava/Noah with her eventually choosing Noah. Consider yourself warned!

Honestly, by this point i’m so tired 😂 (we all are). But at the same time I don’t think that the writers will handle it well. At this point it’s not like MC can draw names from a hat and be like ‘Yep, I like X’.

Yes, we the reader has made our decisions a while ago, but the MC keeps to actively pursue 2-3 people and ‘needing time’ and this has been going on for too long.

But in the story, the writers probably won’t address the fact MC has, in fact, been leading them on. Or explain the reasons why eventually, she didn’t choose two out of the bunch.

Idk, this is what makes sense to me, at least, with the direction they’re taking it with.

I definitely want to write at least one more fanfic about MC being all into Noah. (while maybe pursued by Mason/Ava). We’ll see about that.

Charlie was lying on her bed, her head swirling with thoughts.

She was honestly tired and dissapointed. She felt like a bad person. Leading not two but three people who were really important to her this year.

“Are you still beating yourself up about what happened earlier?” Mack popped into her room, leaning against the doorframe.

Yep. There was another fight today.

Nothing got physical, thankfully, but Mason and Noah did clash when trying to decide who should build something with Charlie for Winter Wonderland and went their seprate ways.

Not only she didn’t get to spend time with either of them, she hated to see them hurt. Especially since she knew she was the one causing their pain.

Ava was there too. She just rolled her eyes and continued to work on her own project.

Charlie sighed. “That obvious, huh?” She faked a smile, but it didn’t fool Mack.

Mack entered her room.

“I can hit you with some old cliche’s like ‘oh if you love two people always choose the second because if you really loved the first one you wouldn’t have fallen for another one’.” Mack said the entire sentence with a mocking tone.

Choosing the second...? What about the third? Charlie’s head was about to explode. Mack didn’t even know Ava was one of the options, too now.

“You say that with such a mocking tone. Do you think otherwise?” Charlie shook her head and tried to focus. She looked up at her sister.

“Well, the truth is you can crush on muliple people at once, and that’s fine. But at this point... I don’t think you’re crushing anymore. I think you’re just afraid to make a desicion.” Mack explained.

For being her younger sister... Mack did bring a wise take.

“Anyway, gotta bounce.” Mack winked at her and got out of her room, closing the door behind her and leaving Charlie to her thoughts.

... Afraid to make a desicion? What does that even mean?

But the more Charlie thought about it... The more it made sense.

Charlie did feel like if she chose one of them, any of them... She’d lose the other two.

Which was ridiculous, right?

But... Honestly. Not that ridiculous. But if they stop being her friends just because she didn’t choose them... It really says something about them, not her, right?

Charlie gulped. She realized it was the first time she let herself dwell on it.

Up until now, whenever she thought she was ready to make a desicion, she was just acting based on a person’s last actions towards her. She didn’t give it much thought, other than that.

Which was... A jerk move on her part, admittedly.

But she was so used to pleasing people her whole life. Especially after her mother... Passed away.

Her entire cheerleading career was a great example of that.

But now, when it got down to it, who did Charlie really want...?

She thought about all three of her options.

Mason, her childhood crush.

She loved him for forever. But when she thought about it right now... Has she really been in love with him? Or did she live in that fantasy world long enough to convince herself she was still in love with him now?

Noah, the bad boy with heart of gold.

Noah was there for her when other people weren’t, despite only getting to know her at the start of this year.

And he just seemed to... Get her.

Ava, her best-friend.

Admittedly, Charlie wasn’t a good friend to Ava lately. She screwed up, big time.

And Ava was still willing to take her! To accept her apology.

Not to mention... Charlie liking girls was... New. She never really felt that way before towards girls. But with Ava it was so easy...

This new year was all about discovring and exploring herself, Charlie realized.

Not only because she realized she also like girls, but because she never really had a boyfriend before, either.

(One that counted, anyway. Bobby from elementry school didn’t count. Yikes.)

Her Freshman year went in a blur. After that, she wasn’t really into someone.

She continued crushing on Mason from afar.

Now she was wondering whether she never came clean about her feelings towards him back then because she prefered for it to be that great love story she built in her head rather than him being her actual boyfriend.

And Ava... It was new and exciting, but also in the same time when Charlie thought about loving Ava, she realized it was more of a platonic love. Yes she was atrracted to girls and Ava was stunning, but Charlie’s feelings for her didn’t run deeper than that. And that’s definitely not a good enough reason to date her, was it?

The only person Charlie couldn’t find a different word to describe her feelings for was... Noah.

Noah.

She loved Noah.

Oh my god.

Did she really just make her desicion?

She was so terrified to make it earlier but now that it was out in the open (figuratively, obviously) Charlie couldn’t understand how she hadn’t made it sooner.

She felt such a relief.

And joy. Her heart fluttered in her chest just thinking of Noah. He filled her chest with a warm feeling.

Charlie turned to her phone, and took it out of the charger.

She opened one of her chat windows, one she often chatted with.

‘I just realized.... I’m freaking in love with you’ - Charlie typed, but didn’t plan on sending it. It was too direct, too rash. She should tell him she has made her desicion and meet up with him in person, and then confess ---

SHIT. shit shit shit shit. Did she really just accidentally hit ‘send’?

Can the ground swallow her up right now? It would be less embarassing than what just happened and--

New Notification.

Charlie braced herself, the suspence was killing her. She peeped at the message.

‘Took you long enough. Be in your place in fifteen 😉😎🥰’ - Noah

#playchoices #my two first loves #mtfl #noah harris #mason jennings #ava lawrence #noah x mc #mason x mc #ava x mc #playchoices fanfiction #my writing #fanfic

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calmgotmelike · 4 years

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Hey guys! So this is something I wrote awhile ago and idk if y’all will like it but wanted to post it 😊 let me know what you think and/or if I should write more. If you have any questions about horse stuff feel free to message me! The cover page has all the horses on it! I’ll reboot with the order of which horse is which.

5sos x horses; Luke Hemmings x Nicole

Chapter 1

The trailer door swung open and a beautiful chestnut warmblood backed out with his head held high and his tail brushing against his legs,as he swishes it back and forth. His name was etched on the silver plate attached to the cheek piece of his orange halter. The scripture was neat and straight, etched in all capital letters "CRASH" centered in the middle of the plate. Crash was a heck of a horse, strong and trained to the t. He excelled in everything he did. He won almost all the Jumper shows he entered and excelled in dressage. Crash was sent to my farm as a retirement home, even though he's only about 6. His owner decided that he should retire from the show life and just be a normal horse so I bought him to teach people how to jump and use him as a beginner level show horse. I took Crash from the trailer hand and led him into the barn.

The barn had about 12 stalls with an attached indoor riding arena at the end. There were 6 sets of cross ties in the isle between the stalls. There was a room 5 stalls deep on the left that was filled with saddles,halters,leads,bridles, and everything the horses needed along with their food.All the stalls led out to long stretched out paddocks, leaving the horses plenty of room to run and graze. All the horses were outside in their pastures when we entered the barn and I brought Crash into the 4the stall on the left. I released the lead from the place it was clipped on his halter, letting him loose in his stall. He instantly gulped up some water and moved to his hay with a wag of his tail. After waving off the trailer hand, i climbed up into the hay loft and pushed down 8 bales of hay, landing them right outside the front door of the barn.

"Oy,Nicole! You almost crushed us there sweetheart." a thick Australian accent called from below. I smiled as i climbed down the ladder faced with 4 boys covered in hay. "Sorry guys!" I giggle as i grab each hay bail and quickly stack them in a 4X4 pile. "Haven't brought the horses in yet?" A voice asked form behind me. I turn around to face him. He is tall, about 6'3", with bright�� blue eyes and blonde hair that was styled up into a quiff. "The new horse came just a few minutes ago,Lucas.I haven't had time." I smiled at him as i walked up to him and quickly kissed him on the lips. If you couldn't tell the blonde,tall boy is my boyfriend Luke. With him he brought his friends Ashton,Calum,and Michael. Ashton is tall but the shortest of the boys. he has curly brown hair with emerald green eyes and is always smiling. He wore a ripped up muscle tee and black skinny jean identical to the rest of the boys. Calum has black hair with a blond streak in his bangs that is swept off to the side just over his chocolate brown . Michael has a different hair color every time i see him, but today it was red and styled in a messy wind swept look hiding a little bit of his jade eyes from view.

"Do you guys wanna help me get them in?" i asked as i ran down to the end of the barn entering the stalls and clipping the doors to the paddocks open and sliding the stall doors closed behind me. Ashton and Calum did the same as I saw Luke and Michael struggling to open a hay bail. "Um,Nicole do you have like a knife or something?" Michael yells to me as i meet Calum and Ashton by the tack room, all the stalls ready for the horses. "You don't need one,Mike." i say as i walk over to them and take the baling twine and popping it off the hay. "Your girlfriends got some muscle, Luke" Michael nudges Luke in the arm as he watches me break open 4 more bales of hay. "It's because I've been opening hay bales for you for like 3 years." i turn around and look at Michael who is shocked for being called out on not be able to do it. The rest of the boys start laughing at Michaels lack of words and soon he joins in realizing i

was joking.Partially. The 4 boys helped me get hay in all the stall, Luke tossing a broken up bale over his shoulder and walking to the end of the barn, throwing 2 flakes in each stall until he ran out.

As soon as the hay was in all the stalls, Calum turns to me and asks "can i do it this time?" I laugh as I nod my head and grab onto Luke's arm as he comes up next to me. Calum put his fingers in his mouth and whistled loud and long and there was a moment of silence throughout the barn then there was the sound of thundering hooves. All the horses came running in as we stood at the beginning of the barn and watched as the horses started to nibble on their hay. In the stall to our left was Cam, a big chestnut suffolk punch. His coat glistened from the sunlight peeking in through the door behind him, making him look as if he was sparkling. On the Right side was Joe, a big black percheron with a huge head and body. His mane was perfectly straight and flopped to one side as he ate his hay. Beside Cam was my favorite horse, Baelfire. He is a beautiful bay Arabian with a beautiful white blaze going down his forehead and ending at the end of his nose.

Across from Baelfire was Jade. I have had Jade since she was a foal.I rescued her form an animal shelter after her mother passed away and needed constant care. There was about a month where i was sleeping in the barn with her ,feeding her bottles every 3 hours. Now she was one of the best horses I've ever trained. Even though she is about 7 years old, she is trained to understand my vocal commands and i use her all the time to teach the barn kids how to ride. She is a beautiful white Warmblood mare and is one of the most beautiful horses I've ever seen. Next to Baelfire was Luke's horse, Coal. We had gotten him about a year and a half ago as a 5 year old and Luke instantly fell in love with him. Horses then turned into a passion for both of us. Luke worked hard with Coal to make him the excellent horse that he is today. Coal is absolutely spoiled too. Luke always sneaks down and gives him twizzlers and candy, which Coal loves and can now smell on anyone, even in your breath. Across from Coal is a horse named Klaus who is the biggest horse in the barn. He is a beautiful black and white shire with with fluffy white feathering on his jet black legs. He has a straight blaze running down the length of his face and ending right above his nose. Despite his big body, he's the sweetest horse and everyone who meets him instantly falls in love with him. Next to Klaus is Crash the warmblood that I received this morning. He was settling in nicely as he munched on his hay looking up and down the aisle at the horses around him. Across from Crash is Beck. Beck is a solid colored golden paint with a flaxen mane.Beck is sort of the barn stud. He always has the 2 barn mares around him and he is always very possessive over them. The other horses let him think he's the boss but when he steps out of line the horses put him right back in his place.

Next to Beck is an empty stall at the moment. Across from the empty stall is the tack room filled with saddles and bridles,along with brushes,first aid supplies, and a bunch of other horse necessities. Next to the tack room is a chestnut warmblood gelding named King. He is the old guy on the farm at the age of 24,which is just a number to him. King loves to run and he loves to act like a 2 year old and run around the paddocks with the young guns of the barn. We never count King out because of his age. His age just makes him more experienced. Across from King is the other barn mare Aussie who is an Australian Stock horse. She is a beautiful dark bay with light points and legs. Aussie is a great trail horse and has received many ribbons in reining and barrel racing. I still take her to shows every once in a while but here new favorite thing to do is to go swimming in the lake down one of the trails. Next to Aussie is one of my favorite horses, Dino. Dino is an 18 hand giant Warmblood and is ever pound of 2,000lbs. Dino is a dark bay with light dapples on his rear and white socks on his two front legs. Across from Dino is a small Paint named Mason who is very vibrant red paint with one brown eye and one blue eye. Mason is The youngest horse that i have at just about 3 years old. He is ridable, but is very green and needs a lot of help. Every one of these horses holds a special place in my heart and they are all family to Luke and I.

"So you guys ready to go now?" I ask as I enter the tack room walking down the line of bridles hooked to the wall and grabbing the black leather bridle with a snaffle bit on it and a silver tag on the brow band reading "Baelfire". I then grab my saddle from the saddle rack to the left of all the bridles, along with a saddle pad and girth. "Ash here has never ridden a horse, Nicole" Michael says as he grabs Ashton's shoulders and pushes him a little. " He can ride Jade! Where did Luke go, he can help" I ask Michael as Luke is no where to be found. As if on queue, Luke comes out of one of the stalls and starts walking towards us. "Well i was tacking up Coal cause i had a feeling you were gonna ask me to help Ash." Luke announces as he comes up next to me with all my tack in my arm and grabs my saddle and places it on the saddle rack near Baelfires stall. " Thank you, Baby." i say as walk up to where he was with my saddle and i attached my lips to his. At first it was a soft kiss but then it grew into more of a kiss.I started to

Laugh into the kiss as Baelfire reached his head out of the stall and grabbed Luke by his t-shirt. Luke pulled away from the kiss feeling the pressure of Baelfire pulling on him and once he got his shirt free, he said "I guess i have some competition, Hey Baelfire." Luke giggled as he scratched Baelfires head and started walking towards the tack room. "What do you want Jade in,Nicole?" Luke yells over his shoulder as he enters the tack room. " Throw her in the kimberwick and use Mason's saddle." I yell as I get a halter on Baelfire and pull him into the aisle, attaching him to the cross ties. "What the heck did you just say?" Ashton giggled as he looked at me like i had 3 heads. "It's the tack Ash. Luke will show you." I laugh as i return to Baelfire and start brushing him off. Calum and Michael come out of the tack room with tack and place them on the saddle racks that are on the wall down the aisles. "Are you guys taking Beck and Dino?" I ask as the walk down to the end of the barn and into stalls. "Yes,Nicole. Is that a problem?" Calum sasses as he gives me a grin and enters Dino's stall. " I laugh and continue brushing.

Luke comes out of the tack room with Ashton in toe and sets the tack down on the saddle rack with a Purple saddle pad. I put Baelfire's light blue saddle pad on his back along with the saddle. I then attached the girth and tightened it on both sides. I unclipped Baelfire from the cross ties and slip the reins over his head and slide off his halter. I slowly push the bit in his mouth and pull the crown piece over his ears and adjusted the nose band and throat latch. I left the reins over his neck and just let him stand there as I put on his light blue splint boots. Once I was all tacked up. I looked behind me to see everyone tacked but Ashton. "Whats the hold up Luke?" I ask as i come up to Jade's side. "Umm, well i can't find her girth" He says as he scratches the back of his neck and looks around the tack room. I go in the tack room and look under some of the saddle racks and find the girth we were looking for under one. It must have fallen while we were moving all the tack around. I exit the tack room and hand Luke the girth as he hands it to Ashton, he instructs him on how to put it on. "Ok. Ash so you buckle it like a belt and then you go to the other side and tighten it a bit." Ashton does the girth no problem and then picks up the bridle from the saddle rack and moves to her head and unclips her from the cross ties and bridles her. After he is done bridling Jade, He puts on her purple splint boots and she is all set to go.

We all went outside with our horses in one hand and a helmet in the other. Michael led Beck out in his dark green saddle pad and splints which contrasted perfectly with his light coat color. Calum came out next with Dino in a Teal saddle pad and white splint boots, not matching the teal because we couldn't find teal splints in his size. Finally Ashton and Luke come out with Jade and Coal and join us in the little field in front of the barn. Luke put Coal is a bark blue saddle pad and splints, which kinda matched with Baelfire and I. Luke,Calum,and Michael all hop on their horses and put their helmets on. I tie up Baelfires reins and let him nibble on some grass and walk over to Ashton to help him get on. I walk over to Jade and tighten her girth and roll down her stirrups. "Ok Ash so all you have to do is put your foot in the stirrup and pull your self up into the saddle." I instructed as I held on to the stirrup on the right side of the saddle while Ashton was on the left side. Ashton put his foot on the stirrup and pulled himself up into the saddle like he had been doing it for years. "We have a natural here boys" Calum says as he drops his reins and puts his hands up in the air celebrating that Ashton got on. I adjusted his stirrups for him as well as tightening his girth one last time and then walked back over to Baelfire. I untied his reins and jumped on his back, clipping my helmet in place before i adjusted my girth and stirrups.

When I was finished, I asked "Are you ready boys?" with a nod from all 4 boys we start heading on the trail. I gave Ashton a quick run down on how to ride, "Ok Ashton so kicking her will make her go forward and kicking her more after shes moving will make her go faster. if you want her to stop pull on the reins. If you want here to turn pull gently on the rein in the direction you want to go. Don't worry if you have a hard time, Jade knows commands so just tell her what too do. Got it?" I ask riding up to Ashton's side. He nods and gives Jade a gentle kick and we were on our way.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #michael 5sos #michael clifford #luke hemmings #luke 5sos #calum 5sos #calum hood #ashton 5sos #ashton irwin #5sos imagines #5sos imagine #5sosfam #5 seconds of summer imagine #5 seconds of summer imagines

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transdonaldduck · 5 years

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idk if you already answered this, but what was mason and donalds first meeting like?

Mom was confident, a pillar of strength Mason desperately wanted to emulate- she was certain and steady all the time. At most she was reserved, modest, gentle… but never has her hand hovered over a doorbell for so long, waiting to gather the courage to ring the bell. A heart beat passes and Jessica pushes the buzzer to McDuck Manor.

There’s a pause, then- “McDuck Residence, state your business.” It’s a curt tone, feminine, and her sharpness makes Mason frown.

“Yes, hi! Hello.” Jessica’s nerves finally smoothed out on the last word, jitters vanishing as her professional persona kicked in, “I’m looking for Donald Duck.”

She doesn’t get a reply for a long moment, and just when she thinks she’s been denied, there‘s the voice again, “May I ask what this is about?”

“Of course, um, My name is Jessica Quackmire. We met about fifteen years ago, and I have… something that uh…” Her face twists as she fishes for the right words, “…Belongs to him?”

Mason turns her head slowly, unamused. Jessica shrugs helplessly, mouths I didn’t know what to say!

There’s a loud sound, the grinding of metal against metal and Mason jumps, watching the gates peel backwards to allow them entrance, “Please proceed forward.” The woman says over the intercom before the line drops dead. Mom puts the car in drive.

“Something that belongs to him?” Mason asks wryly.

“I’m an adult, I can admit it: I panicked.” Jessica says reasonably, grimacing at her own word choice, “This is a delicate situation, I didn’t want to just tell him about a surprise family over a gate intercom.”

“Fair enough.” Mason concedes, drumming out a tune on the dashboard, trying to expel some built up energy.

“…Are you nervous about meeting him?” Jessica asks gently.

Mason balls her hands up to stop the incessant habit, dropping them to her lap, “What’s there to be nervous about?” She tries for nonchalant, “It’s not like I don’t know all about him… he’s got his own wikipedia page.”

“It’s different reading about someone versus actually meeting them.” Mom points out as she finally makes it to the manor, pulling into the roundabout in front of the main entrance, “Do you want to stay in the car until I talk to him?”

“No way, I want to be there the whole time.” She says, unclicking her seatbelt, “I can handle it.”

Once mom had decided to start med school, she’d sat Mason down and had a long talk about her father. It’s not as if Mason wasn’t aware of him before, and while she’d always kind of wondered about what he was like in person, she also was pretty happy with her life and never really felt the need to reach out badly enough to actually do it. Mom wanted them to build a relationship, though, since she wouldn’t be around a lot once she went back to school. Mason had a sneaking suspicion there was another reason there somewhere, but she didn’t pry. The thought of meeting her dad was good in theory, but he was a difficult man to track down. Turns out he hopped from job to job, didn’t have a landline listed in the phone book, and his previously listed house(boat) had apparently blown up and then sunk spectacularly during the return of magica De Spell- so, he was hard to get a hold of… which meant they were stuck here, jumping right into the fire instead of asking him to meet them out for lunch or something. No warning ahead of time. Oof.

Mason pops open her door and jumps out of the car, following her mom up to the door. The closer she got to actually meeting Donald Duck, the more anxious she was getting. What if he didn’t like her..? What if he didn’t want her.

Mom knocks on the door politely and firmly without delay, this time, shoulders squared. Mason mimics her, straightening her spine, schooling her expression. The woman who opens the door was an imposing figure. She was dressed very sweetly in a matronly apron and a skirt, her hair pulled back into a tight bun, and Mason understood almost immediately she was the no-nonsense type and strains to stand stiffer under her eyes.

“Jessica Quackmire,” Mom smiles, solding out her hand.

“I am the housekeeper, Miss Beakley.” She smiles back, shaking her mom’s hand twice, “Please follow me, Donald is out back.”

Miss Beakley hardly gives them time to register her words before she’s off, and Mason and her mom are pressed to chase after her. The Manor is huge, bigger than Mason’s elementary school and highschool combined, there’s tasteful crown moulding and paintings and marbles flooring with plush red carpets on top, they pass a fireplace as tall as her stacked with wood for its next use- its fancy and clean and well put together. Her Dad lived here?

As she looks around, craning her neck to take it all in, she gets the distinct feeling of being watched. She glances behind her suspiciously, frowning at the empty hallway and then scrambling to keep up when she realizes she’s being left in the dust. Finally they come upon a kitchen area and, past that, a set of sliding glass doors that lead out to a pool area, and in the pool… is a giant boat.

Are rich people really like this?

There’s two people on deck of the boat and, now that Mason is looking closer, the ship is in rough shape- it’s banged up and scraped, huge sections of paint missing, the bow is cracked and splintered in places, the smoke stack up top dented and banged up. There’s signs of work all around the pool, stacks of wood, buckets of paint, other things Mason doesn’t know enough about to identify… but the thing that really catches her attention is that the two men on the boat are arguing loudly.

“Donald!” Miss Beakley calls, “Your guests are here!”

The man in the sailor suit pauses the argument, grabbing the edge of the railing to peer over and look at them. He’s handsome, a few stress wrinkles here and there, but his feathers are still bright. He’s wearing a sailors outfit, and even leaning over the railing he stands like the boys in JROTC stood- military. He’s got his feathers cut short, a tuft or two poking out from his hairline, and before she can quite take it all in he leans too far over the edge and pitches forward into the water with a loud quack of surprise.

Mason barks out a startled laugh, clapping a hand to her beak to smother it as mom hurried forward to try and help. This was Donald Duck? Scrooge McDuck’s nephew and one of the worlds most skilled adventures in the world? Mason felt a bit better, knowing now he wasn’t exactly the intimidating figure she’d built him up to be. Jessica leans out and offers him her hand as he pops out of the water, blinking chlorine out of his eyes, but before he can take it Scrooge leans down from the entrance plank and uses his cane to hook the back of his shirt, pulling him over to the edge of the pool so he could haul himself out.

He sits in the edge of the pool and coughs a few times, smacking his chest, and gathers his bearings.

“Hello Mrs. Quackmire,” Scrooge says, coming down the rest of the way to greet them, “Scrooge McDuck.”

Jessica reaches out to shake his hand, “No introduction necessary, Mr. McDuck, I think the whole world knows who you are.”

Donald gets to his feet, water rolling off his feathers, ringing out his shirt, “Don’t say that, it’ll just go to his head.”

And Masons heart skips a beat.

“Your voice…” She says without thinking at all.

He blinks, winces, and she can see his face flush under his feathers, “I have a speech impediment.” And it almost sounds like an apology.

She wants to say don’t worry, I had the same one but her throat is suspiciously tight and she can’t quite get the words out, dropping her eyes to the ground so she doesn’t make him feel worse. Mom has put her through several speech therapy classes when she was young and, while she never fully lost the scratchy undertone, she wasn’t even a fraction as garbled as he was. If there was any more proof she’d needed…

“Hey, Donald. It’s been a while,” Jessica steps forward, crossing her arms across her stomach, drawing his attention, “Would you mind if we talked in private?”

He blinks and his eyebrows furrow, and Mason can tell he’s trying to place where he knows her from. He nods, “sure, would you like to come inside my houseboat? It was recently sunk so sorry about the work in progress.”

“You could always stay inside the manor like I was offering.” Scrooge mutters, rolling his eyes, “I’ll be inside if you need me. It was nice meeting you, Miss Quackmire.”

“Likewise!” She responds, following Donald inside the boat with Mason in tow.

And Donald hadn’t been lying, like the outside of the boat, the inside was a mess. The railing on the stairs was broken along the base, missing several slats, and the kitchen had been gutted, empty holes where a stove or a dishwasher should have been. The place was sparsely decorated, the kitchen table piled with picture frames and photo albums, the living room with only a worn looking couch and matching chair, an ancient tv set.

“She was damaged during the return of Magica De Spell,” he tells them, “I’m trying to fix her up. Make yourself at home, I’m gonna go get out of these wet clothes.”

Jessica smiles at Mason encouragingly, “Well, this is kind of nice, isn’t it?” She says, looking around, “It needs a few repairs, but it’s so… sweet. Quaint.”

“Not something I expected from the nephew of a trillionaire.” Mason admits, walking over to the kitchen table, peeking at the photos, “This must be Huey, Dewey, and Louie.” She says, looking at the picture. It’s Donald with the boys, they’re all smiling, at a park, and the boys look no older than six or seven. The picture is warped around the edges from water damage and she can see the care Donald took to try and salvage it.

Donald comes back into the room wearing a loose black t-shirt and Jessica smiles at him, stepping away from the kitchen table, “Please, have a seat.” He says warmly, motioning to the couch. It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, “Would you like some tea?”

“No, that’s alright.” Jessica shakes her head, taking her satchel off and setting it aside.

“Okay, let’s get down to business. You said you had something of mine?” Donald says, sitting across from them in the chair, “I hope it’s not her!” he says jokingly, motioning to Mason.

Mason and Jessica’s eyes get as big as dinner plates.

There’s a long pause, and Donalds own eyes widen comically as the puzzle pieces slide into place. “Oh- Oh-” He stutters, hands reaching out to clutch the arms of the chair, “ Is she- she’s mine?” Donald asks, eyebrows shooting to his hairline, disbelief in his gaze.

Jessica takes a deep breathe, “Fifteen years ago you and your band the Three Caballeros were playing at a bar in Las Vegas. I invited you back to my place- I don’t know if you remember that, or me, but I have a picture of us when we met. I was into photography back then.” She grabs her satchel, pulling out an old looking photo, handing it to him, “After that night, you went back to duckburg…” She closes her eyes for a brief moment, “And I laid an egg.”

He studies the photo.

“I chose to raise her on my own,” She continues, balling her hands into fists in her lap, “I thought it was the best choice and I never told you, but I shouldn’t have made that decision for you. We came here today to… to give you the option to have a relationship, with her.”

He looks up, face still slack jawed, “I have a daughter?” he asks, in the softest voice Masons ever heard, looking back and forth between them.

Jessica nods, “Yeah.” She says, just as soft.

He looks at her and he absolutely glows. She feels her breath catch again, and she almost feels lightheaded, “What’s your name?” He asks her, smiling wide, eyes sparkling.

“Mason.” She says automatically, blinking away the burn in her eyes, “Mason Victoria Quackmire.”

“Mason!” he repeats in awe, jumping up and coming to sit beside her on the couch, “I was just joking before,” He says earnestly, “I’m really happy it’s you. I’m really happy to meet you.”

Before she can burst into tears she throws her arms around him, burying her face into his chest, and a warm feeling cascades over her heart when he envelopes her in a bear hug, pulling her close, tucking his beak over her head. He’s solid, steady, and warm.

“On the event that this was a happy reunion,” Jessica ventures, giddy, digging through her bag, “I brought you some things I think you’d like to see.” She pulls out a photo album, ones that has a dated floral pattern, worn along the edges.

Mason groans playfully, too busy wiping away happy tears to really put any ire into her teasing.

Donald gasps, reaching out to take the book, keeping her held close with one arm. He sets it on his lap, flipping through the pages with one hand. The first is a picture of her the day she hatched and he gets so excited he almost jumps off the couch, cooing at the picture, “You’re so adorable!” He fawns, positively glowing as he flips through each page.

“There she is on her first birthday, we had a special cake for her to eat with her hands,” Jessica squishes close on Masons other side, pointing to different photos and offering context, “There she is on her first day of kindergarten- oh there’s the Halloween where she dressed up as Darkwing Duck! From that old-school tv show!”

“I know the one,” Donald smiles fondly, trailing a finger lightly over the edge of the photo, and Mason slyly tries to wipe away her tears. Jessica and Donald both press reassuringly closer and Mason gets the idea that she wasn’t subtle enough.

They spend who knows how long going through photo albums and school yearbooks, her parents gushing over elementary school graduation and awkward middle school dances, the ones where Mason has braces and ugly glittery dresses she had thought looked amazing when she’d picked them out. Jessica had even brought home videos she’d taken of Mason when she was a kid, Donald hunting down his salvaged VCR to play them, Masons speech impediment mirroring her fathers, and the first time he heard her childhood voice he started quacking excitedly, grinning ear to ear.

“Uncle Donald!” A voice calls down the stairs, a kid bouncing down the steps, “Dinner’s-” he stumbles to a stop, blanching at the other people in the house, “Uh, Dinner’s done?”

“Ah,” Donald says eloquently, glancing at his cell phone, “I didn’t realize how much time had passed.” He admits, “Would you two like to stay for dinner?” He asks, turning to them.

“Ah, no thank you, we wouldn’t want to impose.” Jessica refuses politely, both she and Mason had agreed beforehand that they wouldn’t stay for dinner, putting a time limit on their stay in case it wasn’t a very good reunion.

“But we’re staying in town for the next few days, so we’ll be able to come back and see you again when you’re free?” Mason ventured hopefully.

“I’m free- I’m always free, no problem, anytime.” Donald nods, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder reassuringly. “Anytime.” He stresses.

The boy’s eyebrows keep climbing, confusion written on his face as he slowly inches up the stairs, adjusting his hat awkwardly. He disappears the last of the way when Jessica stands, taking his queue to leave finally. He’s one of Donald’s nephews, Mason’s pretty sure that was Huey, the one who dresses in all red. Mason follows after her mom, standing and getting ready. Donald is slower to follow, sad to see them go.

“Before you Leave- please, let me introduce you to my family.” He implores, “Officially.”

Jessica looks at Mason, asking her silently if that’s what she wanted, “Yeah, Okay.” Mason nods nervously, “I think I’d like that.”

The manor is just as nice and high class as before, but after spending all day in the houseboat it feels emptier, a bit too cold compared to the lived in and well loved old ship… the dining room is full, several people gathered around to eat, Donald’s nephews and a little girl- maybe a friend of theirs?- are gathered to one side, whispering and conspiring over their silverware. Scrooge Mcduck is at the head, glancing over a map- which is spirited away suddenly by the housekeeper from before, tutting at him when he tries to snatch it back. Also there’s a ghost. What the fuck. He’s serving mashed potatoes.

“Oh, Mrs. Quackmire, I didn’t realize you were staying for dinner.” Mrs. Beakley notes apologetically, “I’ll set out two extra place settings for you.”

“No, no, that’s alright.” Jessica holds out her hands, “We’re actually on our way out!”

“But before they leave, I’d like you all to be acquainted.” Donald steps forward, “Boys, Uncle Scrooge,” He says, turning to them, placing a warm hand on her shoulder to steady them both, “This is Mason. She’s my daughter.”

“…What?” Scrooge asks blankly, processing his words slowly, eyebrows shooting to his hairline, “Did you just- Daughter?” He wheezes out, shocked.

Donald squeezes Masons shoulder, “Yes, I didn’t know about her until today. Jessica and I met at one of my shows with the Three Caballeros. Mason, this is your great uncle Scrooge and your cousins Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby.” He says, pointing them each out in turn.

She does a little wave, smiling awkwardly, “Hi, it’s… really nice to meet you.” She says earnestly. They seem too shocked to say anything, except for Webby, who looks like she’s about to jump out of her seat in excitement. She whips a camera out of nowhere and snaps a picture of Mason, much to her confusion.

“Oh this one is SO going on my corkboard!” She crows, holding it out so Mason can see her own surprised face.

“Wait wait, Uncle Donald has a kid?” Louie finally snaps out of his surprise, peering at her over his dinner plate, “When did that happen?”

“About fifteen years ago.” Jessica jokes, nudging Donald with her elbow playfully.

Mason doesn’t quite catch Scrooge frowning but she can sort of tell he’s not happy, “It’s nice to meet you, lass.” his smile is tense.

At that, Jessica claps her hands together, “Well, it seems like you all might need some time to process! We’ll go ahead and get out of your hair.”

“Let me walk you out!” Donald insists, walking along with them as they leave his flabbergasted family behind. Once they reach the car, there’s a moment where they all just stand around, obviously not sure how to end this interaction. “It’s been wonderful, Mason.” Donald says sincerely, “Would you mind if I gave you a hug?”

On other adults, Mason would have felt obligated, but with Donald it really did feel like she could have said no if she wanted to. “I’d like that.” She says honestly, jumping forward to lean into his embrace. He rubs her back and sighs happily, releasing her after a moment. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asks.

He nods, “Tomorrow.”

“Mason, could you start the car? I’d like to talk to Donald for a moment alone.”

Grabbing her keys, Mason nods, getting into the passengers side and cranking the engine. She turns the radio off, leaning over to press her head to the window so she can hear what they’re saying. She jumps when Mom taps loudly on the window, rolling it down sheepishly.

“No eavesdropping! Turn the radio back on.” Mason groans but compiles, spacing out and staring up at the stars as pop music muffles whatever her parent were talking about. Jessica finally leans over to give Donald a quick hug, pulling away and resting her hands on his shoulders as she says her final piece. She squeezes his shoulder and smiles, finally pulling away. He retreats up the stairs, standing there as Mom gets into the car. He doesn’t go inside until they pull away.

“What’d you two talk about?” Mason prods.

“Nosey!” Jessica teases, staring at the road, “It was nothing, just boring mandatory adult small talk.”

Mason hums in response, resting her head against the passenger side window as they pull out of McDuck’s driveway. “…He’s really okay with us coming back tomorrow?” she asks softly.

“Yeah, Honey Bee,” Jessica matches her tone, “He’s so excited to know you.”

Mason smiles, “I’m excited to know him too.”

#sugarfr0g #mason duck #jessica quackmire #ducktales oc #my writing

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downn-in-flames · 5 years

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i was tagged in a thing by the wonderful @elanev91 a few days ago, and i’m finally getting around to answering it!!

Rules: answer these 21 questions, then tag 21 people you want to get to know better. (heads up trying to think of 21 full people to tag is stressful, i’ll probably get to like 8 and panic)

Nickname: uh, i tend to get TK or TayKay quite a bit. i had a teacher in high school who exclusively referred to me as girl scout for the entire last semester. other than that, i got nothing.

Height: 5′7

Last Movie I Saw: bohemian rhapsody. if you’re thinking ‘damn, didn’t that leave theatres ages ago?’... that’s exactly how often i get around to watching movies.

Last Thing I Googled: "constellations you can see in scotland in may” lol clearly i’m working on a fic here

Favorite Musician: taylor swift probably? tbh i’m just generally a big fan of most female artists with good lyrics and good beats.

Song Stuck in my Head: “queen” by loren gray - once again, big fan of girl power bops.

Other Blogs: i’m on staff for @hpfanfictalk , so i’m occasionally on that one? and @gryffindorhpft as well - but those are more taylor-doing-official-site-things, whereas this blog is much more taylor-does-whatever-the-hell-she-likes (you should follow them both tho ~shameless promo~)

Do I Get Asks: occasionally! i’m about as good at responding to them as i am at responding to text messages - that is to say, sometimes it’s immediate and sometimes it takes three weeks.

Following: 300ish?

Amount of Sleep: like 7 hours most of the time?

Lucky Number: coincidentally, 7. idk why i picked that one up but i did. 3′s also one for some reason, and i’m particularly fond of 73 as a result. where did any of this come from? no fucking clue.

What I’m Wearing: workout leggings, some weird strappy sports bra under both an oversized adidas sweatshirt and a vest, and converse. i just got back from the gym and am procrastinating getting in the shower haha.

Dream Job: tbh if i could live my whole life being some sort of instagram influencer (although NOT the type that sells shitty detox teas and hair vitamins because both of those products are garbage, and advocating unhealthy weight loss is like, the opposite of okay, but like, the type that travels the world and shit - that seems like a fun life)

Dream Trip: i really want to get back to london/the uk in general at some point this year? i’ve got some friends from when i was at oxford that i’d love to see, as well as heaps of internet friends that i want to finally meet in person.

Favorite Food: french fries, donuts, and sesame tofu from the chinese takeout place down the street.

Play an Instrument: i can still sorta play piano? i was great at it as a kid but definitely haven’t played as much since, and now all i’m good for is chords and the occasional simple melody.

Languages: english is the only one i’m fluent in. i can read and write french pretty well, but for some reason i’m trash at comprehending spoken french. i also know some basic spanish, but for some reason my brain gets confused and i like to respond to spanish with french - i did this a lot in costa rica last week and it became an ongoing joke with the bartenders

Favorite Songs: of all time? oh god. so “i did something bad” by tswift is up there pretty high, as is “blank space,” and my freshman year roommate will happily attest to just how much i listened to that one when it came out. “mr. brightside” by the killers for nostalgic reasons. also “galway girl” by ed sheeran, because i weirdly associate it with one of my favourite nights in oxford? and, uhhhh, “closer” by the chainsmokers/halsey is a guilty pleasure one. “good together” by shy martin. “you should see me in a crown” by billie eilish. “sugarcoat” by jaira burns. “power” by little mix. “without me” by halsey. y’all, my music taste is objectively just straight pop - especially fuck-you-i’m-a-badass-type-pop (lol), so if you were expecting anything edgy i’m sorry to disappoint lol.

Random Fact: my team won a world championship for competitive cheerleading when i was in high school.

Describe Yourself as Aesthetic Things: iced coffee in mason jars. gold glitter than somehow sticks to everything and you find on all your stuff like 6 months later. a handful of dark red liquid lipsticks. a corgi in a sweater. an entire drawer full of overpriced gym clothes, organized by color. coffee mugs with swear words on them.

tagging @adorablycutenonsense @drownout-thenoise @women-inthe-sequel @maraudersftw @shit-sass-and-sarcasm honestly i ran out of energy even earlier than expected, but if you’re reading this then tag you’re it too

but also if you’ve been tagged already or don’t want to do this whole damn thing, that’s totally fine too haha

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halekingsourwolf · 6 years

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1/9 So this started as a joke & then it fit until it didn't & now I don't know what to do so I'm sending it to you. You don't have to answer it if you don't want to, just take it as a fun (?) ramble. This'll probably be long, sorry. So I was in this conversation about how Teen Wolf missed out on having a big bad. The series long villain. And I made the joke "Well, they could've always stolen from Harry Potter, if they'd wanted to". And then I started thinking about it, if Teen Wolf *had* stolen

from Harry Potter how would that've worked out?

Hey anon! Since this is long, I’m gonna be breaking your ask down and responding to the individual pieces instead of trying to respond to it all at once at the end. Your parts will be bolded and mine won’t be.

First off, I think this is a really fun idea, I love thinking about how characters would fit in other situations. This will be extra tricky, though, since we’re trying to not only parallel characters but also individual season arcs to each of the books. I think what we’re going to end up with, probably, is a lot of elements that we can say connect (this situation is like that situation, this character is similar to that other character in some way) but might not really tie into a coherent narrative on its own. If we want to, we can look at it again later to see how TW could work if it broke more from its own structure and just became more of a loose Harry Potter AU, but for this one I’m mostly just going to focus on similarities and differences.

Let’s see how we do!

One problem is how you would count the seasons. Are seasons 3A&B 1 season or 2? Either way it doesn't fit. You either end up with 6 seasons and 7 books or with 9 seasons and 7 books. So I took the first option, which leaves me 1 season short. But if TW *had* stolen from HP maybe they would've been more successfull *shrug*. So in the 1st book (very, very roughly summarised) the hero goes against the severely weakened big bad who (we later find 3/9 out) put the hero in this position in the 1st place. When applied to TW season 1 you get: Peter. (Sorry Peter fans, I like him too but for this ramble he's gonna be our big bad.)

There are definitely some fun parallels here.

We start off with Scott, a slightly awkward and out of place teen, definitely more optimistic than Harry but also in a better place physically than Harry, until one day he’s attacked by a crazed, half-feral Alpha werewolf (just as Harry was attacked by Voldemort, albeit earlier) and is introduced to the supernatural world. This attack, we’ll eventually learn, starts our hero down the path toward becoming a Super Special Chosen One/”True Alpha.” If neither of them had been attacked, chosen, by the Big Bad, this wouldn’t have happened). Scott’s skeptical at first, to say the least, but he’s introduced to new mentors and learns how to start harnessing his new abilities.

Throughout this, Scott seems to have a mysterious connection to the unseen enemy, shown in flashes of headache and visions of what the Alpha is doing. Scott suspects his brooding mentor figure Derek as being the enemy, due to his harsh and closed off attitude, but eventually realizes Derek’s been doing his best to protect him (so yes, Derek’s Snape in this, at least for book one). Eventually they have a showdown with the Big Bad (Alpha Peter and Voldemort), burning him (molotov and physical contact) and seemingly destroying him for good.

(If we wanted to change things up a little at the series’ start to tie in more with HP, we could have Rafael McCall still living with Scott. Having the drunk and generally abusive father still around would pull in more parallels between Scott’s pre-magic home life and Harry’s, and once he learns to harness his abilities he could use them to shift and scare the man into shaping up or getting out.)

The 2nd book: the hero fights a phantom of the big bad, a girl gets possesed by said phantom & a big snake petrifies people. Ok, so that kinda fits. Peter is still the big bad. The only thing that would need to change in seasons 1 & 2 is that Peters resurrection *doesn't* work (that comes later). So no Peter in 4/9 season 3 (what did he do in 3A besides narrate the flashback? who would narrate it now? Cora? what did he do in 3B? show Scott how to enter Stiles mind & anything else?).

This book/season is my favorite for parallels.

Ginny/Lydia (both redheaded secondary characters at this point) get taken in by a shadow of the seemingly defeated Big Bad, who appears as an attractive, charismatic young man to gain their trust while insidiously taking over their minds and forcing them to do his bidding and try to resurrect him.

Meanwhile, various people in Beacon Hills are targeted and paralyzed by a snakelike creature, and the heroes make it their mission to discover the guilty party. CoS has a recurring location/theme of bathrooms, while TWs2 has a recurring theme of swimming pools. …I don’t know what to do with that, except that it popped into my head as vaguely parallel :P

There are also a few smaller parallels, like the ineffectual Dueling club Snape and Lockhart co-run, which could be paralleled to Derek’s training sessions with his new betas, and the slightly stalker-esque photographer who runs around after our heroes, snapping pictures. (Yes, poor Colin Creevey is being tied in to Matt here.)

Book 3: a person from the heros past who they think is a villain isnt, a animal is a human and later helps the big bad to life. So for 3A we have, Scotts dad and for 3B Malia? (I kinda get a laugh out of making Scotts dad Sirius, but making Malia Pettigrew? maybe if she had been a villain in TW but with how everyone hates 5/9 her now, ugh) So Peter doesn't show up in 3A&B. Allison doesn't die (yet). Kate doesn't come back. (In HP the dead *stay* dead.) I guess Malia could kidnap Derek but better to keep Mexico for the end of season 4.

Well, you know I would have loved it if M ended up being a villain, or if there was something more complex to her story to explain all the things that don’t make sense. But... ok, that said, focusing on what actually happened in TW, we could potentially pull in Jennifer as Peter? Someone our group trusts, with a specific tie to one group member in particular, who ends up betraying them and kidnapping some of our heroes to be used in a dark ritual to gain power, there are definitely parallels there. Granted, that’s tying together books three and four, and that’s where this whole parallel starts to break down because I think there are definitely some elements from season three that fit better with book four, for example; not to mention that 3A and 3B are completely different stories with independent villains and climaxes, so trying to fit them both into PoA is just a recipe for confusion. I’m gonna put my focus on 3A, I think.

So we have Jennifer as Pettigrew, disguising herself as a friend until she’s revealed as the murderous Darach. We have our main characters’ loved ones waiting to be executed by dark magic (dementors), with Stiles, Allison, and Scott subbing in for Harry and Hermione to perform potentially dangerous magic (ice bath/time travel) to set them free.

I really want to tie Lupin in to someone but no one’s coming to mind unfortunately.

Which brings me to the next question... do I skip 3B (my favorite season) entirely, or do we try to parallel 3B to book 4? That would fix the six season/seven book problem. But for now I’m gonna stick with season 4/book 4 since that’s what you did.

So book 4: A competition keeps the heros occupied while the big bad plots his resurrection with someone the hero thinks is on his side & in the end a "friend" dies. So deadpool (hitlist!) = turnament & Meredith is Moody? The season ends in Mexico were Peter with the help of a 6/9 Banshee, kidnapped Derek & *something* from Scott resurrects himself. Maybe Allsion dies. How would Peter resurrect with only Scott knowing? idk

I’m going to jump in and mention that in the end of season four someone does die dramatically: Derek. And while he does revive afterward (...somehow), he leaves Beacon Hills, leaving the pack noticeably floundering and Stiles in particular moody and desperate to cling to the people he has left. So as far as s4=book 4, I think Derek holds up as a good parallel for that loss. (If we were doing 3B=book 4, Allison would be a good fit.)

The end of the season I think is the best parallel between this book and this season, since the hero is swept away to a new place unexpectedly and made part of a dark ritual. I know you mentioned not wanting Kate back, but she would make a good parallel for someone the group thought was dead (Barty Crouch Jr) who abducts the hero to complete the ritual.

Berserkers sub in for Death Eaters, and as for Peter’s resurrection... however nonsensical, Kate and Peter working together in s4 is canon. And Peter wanted Scott gone and to gain his Alpha power back (at least... I think? His motivation was so nonsensical in s4 but what else is new) so making a deal with Kate to make that happen ties together as well.

So then book 5 (here is where the stories stopped fitting & I couldn't make them either, if you have any ideas go plot): everyone but the hero thinks the big bad is still dead, the hero and the big bad are "connected", a evil teacher appears, there's a prophecy and another "ally" dies. TW season 5: doctors experiment on teenagers, Theo tries to 7/9 get Scott killed, Mason turns into a beast, Peter doesn't show up & a Nazi escapes. So yeah. I got nothing. With Peter as the big bad it could've been interesting. Nobody belives Scott that Peter is back, Peter and Scott share a pack bond, no idea about the prophecy or the teacher, Scotts dad dies?

So just a reminder/heads up that I stopped watching the show after s4. What I know from the rest of the seasons come from other Tumblr users talking and gifs I’ve seen floating around. s5 was also another split season, meaning we can either choose one arc to parallel the book or try to blend them together into a muddy mess. The main parallel I can think of would be Stiles subbing in for Harry in this one, becoming moody and emotional after a traumatic loss (Derek), damaging his relationships with his closest friends.

Beyond that... yeah, I’m getting nothing.

So onward to book 6: the hero learns how to take the bid bads plot armour, a good guy may be a bad guy afterall & the mentor dies. TW season 6A&B: the wildhunt takes everyones memories, a 8/9 Nazi-werelion (omg) eats peoples brains, an anchient god of fear turns people into stone & Deucalion dies. (This show, I swear). So how would the new season 6A&B work? What is Peters plot armour (Hocruxes)? Does Deaton die? Who is Snape in this scenario? idk but I wish I did. What that season could've been.

Again, I’m going off very minimal information from these seasons. The mentor dying could be Deucalion (though... again, I can’t really deal with the fact that everyone’s so cool with him now after what he did in 3A. At least Derek wasn’t around and didn’t have to deal with everyone being buddy-buddy with Erica and Boyd’s murderer. *sigh* Pushing aside my issues, I am...)

The weird fear creature could be Dementors, though they didn’t really play a role in book six (here, again, we have the issue of trying to parallel specific books to seasons instead of tying in general themes). For book six.. maybe the liquid Dumbledore drinks that’s protecting Gaunt’s ring? It makes him fearful, pulls up some bad memories from his past, and more or less paralyzes him, weakening him while he drinks it.

Since Peter’s not actually a villain at this point in the season, it’s hard to pull up a parallel to the Horcruxes for him.

Which leaves book 7: the hero (& friends) find & destroy plot armour, get some info about the mentors life & all ends in a big battle not everyone survives. This would be TW fictional 9/9 season 7 (or TV movie?): Scott finally defeats Peter (& Stiles& Derek finally kiss, ofc). There you have it, well partly. I hope this was a fun read for you. Sorry, if I bothered you with it.

Overall I found this analysis really interesting, but I do think we were battling through the problem of balance between making our own story using TW elements and HP themes, or just pulling in parallels from the existing content, which makes it hard to build a coherent story.

#teen wolf #harry potter #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #Anonymous #ask hks

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extrasteps · 7 years

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Matched

Mason was probably the best wingman ever.

Sick of Liam, he had grabbed him and forced him to go out to their local pub, where they played pool while Mason got his hands on Liam’s Tinder account.

Corey and Mason passed the phone back and forth while Liam watched on in amusement, the only one paying any attention to the game whatsoever. He calmly potted ball after ball while the two boys giggled like small children as they swiped right over every handsome, unattached male they could find.

“What are you saying to them?” Liam asked, peering over Mason’s shoulder.

“We’re using lame jokes,” Corey informed him with a smug grin.

“Aren’t they pretty cheesy?” Liam pointed out.

“Cheesy works,” Mason said, passing him the phone. “See?”

The Tinder app was open, showing a conversation. The other guy had started it off.

-Heya. What’s the best part about elevator jokes?

Liam looked up at Mason and Corey, who nodded at him encouragingly. He clicked on the profile, scanning through his pictures.

“He’s not bad,” Liam said, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, charmed despite himself. Mason and Corey high-fived while Liam learned all about Theo, a 25-year-old hunk who liked cars, camping and apparently, cheesy jokes. Liam fired off a reply.

-Idk they’re on the next level? Hey.

The reply was almost instantaneous.

-They work on any level haha. But do you know why I don’t trust stairs? How’s your weekend so far?

Liam frowned, biting his lip. He hadn’t heard that one before.

-I have no idea. Yeah good, and yours?

By this point, Mason and Corey were almost hanging off him, giant grins on their faces. The sheer glee in their eyes would almost be concerning if Liam didn’t know them as well as he did.

-I swear they’re always up to something! Yeah lazy day today tbh.

Liam chuckled, shaking his head.

“Send him one back,” Mason urged.

“Alright,” he said, smirking as he fired off the lamest joke he knew.

-Lol. What do you call a pile of kittens?

-No idea.

-A meowtain! Doing anything tonight?

Corey went over to the bar and bought another round of drinks while they waited for the reply. Mason, having the sudden realisation that they had been playing pool, leant over and slotted the eight ball with a cocky smirk.

“I win,” he said smugly.

“I literally potted every other ball,” Liam said, rolling his eyes. “That’s the only you’ve gotten in.”

“Oh well,” Mason laughed. Mason took the phone back and continued matching with more strangers, sending them all the same joke.

-How do you start a fire with two sticks?

-Make sure one’s a match!!

Liam laughed. The responses were mixed, with some lapping up the cheese and others being a bit awkward. It was the most amount of matches he had ever had. He had installed Tinder after Hayden had left but over the years he had only really used it when he was going out. Liam had matched with a few people here and there, even meeting up with some of them, but it was all quite underwhelming. This, however, was fun.

“He replied!” Corey yelled, as Theo’s name flashed on the screen. He grabbed Liam’s arm, bouncing up and down on his toes.

-Currently at home eating dinner like the cool cat I am. No plans. What are you up to?

“Oooh,” Mason said, “you should invite him out.”

“Yes, do it,” Corey said eagerly.

Liam’s heart fluttered in his chest as he typed out his reply.

-I plan on being a menace to society. Are you tempted to go out?

“Yas boy,” Mason gloated, “get some!”

-I wasn’t really, but I could be persuaded…

Liam grinned, and all three of them danced around. Butterflies whipped up a storm in Liam’s stomach as he tried to decide how to play it.

-Well it’s not exactly pumping where we are. Where do you even go out in Beacon Hills?

Mason started clapping and Liam smirked.

“Brilliant, make him decide where to meet,” he said.

“Our boy is so grown up,” Corey said, pretending to brush away a tear.

-Haha. Tbh I wouldn’t have a clue. I know that the Calais is usually pumping.

“That’s a nice spot,” Mason offered. “It’s right on the beach.”

“What should I say?” Liam asked, biting his lip nervously.

“Say you need some company,” Corey suggested with a cheeky grin. Liam laughed and complied.

-Lol fair enough. Maybe if I had really good company Beacon Hills would be better.

Theo replied after a few minutes. Mason and Corey had gotten bored while waiting, so they went into the pokies. Liam put a few dollars in a machine but didn’t pay all that much attention.

-Ahhh so the company you’re with isn’t any good then.

“Rude!” Corey exclaimed, reading over Liam’s shoulder.

-Haha no they’re good people but lacking the right equipment.

“Well I mean we have the right equipment,” Mason quipped. “Just not the inclination.” Corey grinned as he kissed Mason, and Liam rolled his eyes.

-Ahh I see. Need the right tools for the job.

-You know it!

-Well the long uber ride is getting a bit more tempting now.

Liam held his phone to his chest for a minute, his heart racing and a blush heating his cheeks.

“You’re so getting laid tonight!” Mason cheered. He and Corey high-fived, congratulating themselves with big dopey grins. They bought another round of drinks, and Liam nursed his, sitting on his own while Mason and Corey returned to gambling.

-Haha good!

-Tempting a sweet innocent man isn’t very nice.

- Sweet and innocent? Surely not!

Liam went back to Theo’s profile, flicking through his photos. In the second photo the other man held a glass of beer and had a sinful smirk on his face. His hazel eyes twinkled with mischief. There was no way that someone who looked like that was sweet and innocent.

-Probably not. Only one way to find out.

He licked his lips. This was definitely going somewhere interesting.

-Is that right?

-Would someone this innocent lie?

-See idk if I buy this innocent act.

-Ahh you caught me, I’m a terrible actor!

“How’s it going?” Mason asked, wandering over to sit beside him. “Good,” Liam said, giving him a shy smile.

“That’s awesome, dude,” Mason said. “You should add him to snapchat or something.”

“Yeah, then you can ask for dick pics,” Corey smirked as he joined them. Liam laughed, but looked down at his phone with a blush, wondering what Theo looked like naked.

-Hah knew it! Do you have snapchat?

-Sure do. T_Raeken is the name.

Opening snapchat, he searched for the username and added it. He made a silly face and sent it to Theo.

-Added. -And back. So sexy!

Liam blushed. A notification popped up for snapchat and Liam opened it. Theo was lying in bed, his shirt off. Liam’s mouth went dry as he stared as he stared at his broad shoulders and tanned skin.

“Woah,” Mason said, his jaw dropping.

“He’s so hot,” Corey said. “You should definitely ask for a dick pic.” Liam laughed, shaking his head at his friend’s antics.

They snapchatted back and forth for awhile, with his attraction to the other boy growing more with every moment.

“Let’s go back and have some more drinks at the apartment,” Mason suggested. “This place is really bad for my wallet.”

“Yeah,” Corey agreed. “Then we can meet hot Theo at the Calais later.”

They finished off their drinks and walked out of the pub. Luckily, the pub was only around the corner from where Mason and Corey lived, so they were back there in moments.

Mason poured him a scotch and soda that was definitely more scotch than soda and they cuddled up on the couch.

Theo stopped messaging while he went to go have a shower. Liam played some music from his phone while they lay around talking about some of the other guys that had been messaging him. Some of them had promise, but none intrigued him the way that Theo did. It helped that he was hot like burning as well.

-Hey, so are you going to the Calais?

-Sure am. Meet you there?

-I’m ordering the uber now.

Liam grinned and punched the air.

“Yes! He’s coming out,” he cheered. He quickly ordered an uber as well, and before too long the boys were clambering inside and chatting the whole way to the bar.

Thankfully, there wasn’t much of a line, so they got inside pretty quickly. While they waited at the bar for a drink, Liam shot Theo another picture, loosening a few buttons to show off a bit of his chest. Theo replied quickly, a grin on his face with several heart-eye emoticons.

They went out into the beer garden with their drinks, just chatting while they waited. Liam was almost dancing with nerves by the time Theo said he was in the uber and on his way.

“Let’s go to the bathroom and then dance,” Mason suggested. Liam nodded, standing up and wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. They went with no issue, but as they walked out they were stopped by a passing security guard.

“Hey, I’m sorry but you can’t wear sneakers like that in here,” he said.

Liam frowned, looking down at his converse. They were a bit ratty maybe, but they didn’t look that bad.

“What? That’s ridiculous,” Mason argued.

“Sorry man, it’s not my rule. We have a dress code after ten. Do you have any other shoes with you?”

“We’re at the beach,” Corey said, an incredulous look on his face.

Mason looked like he wanted to continue arguing, but Liam grabbed his arm, pulling him away.

“Don’t worry about it,” he muttered. His stomach sunk. Theo was already on his way here and they had just been kicked out.

They walked over to a nearby park bench and sat down. Mason was outraged, pacing up and down as he cursed about the security guard while Corey tried to calm him down.

-Here!

-We got kicked out.

Liam pouted in the picture he sent Theo.

-What? Where are you?

Liam sent him a photo of the park near them. Mason and Corey fell onto the bench beside him, looking a lot more cheerful as they grinned eagerly.

“Ooh is that him?” Corey whispered as a tall, hunky muscular guy walked towards them.

“I think so,” Liam whispered back.

“He’s cute,” Mason said, hitting Liam on the arm.

“Hey,” Liam said, smiling up at Theo as he came to a stop in front of him. He was even more attractive in person, giving him a friendly smile as he looked Liam up and down. Theo was wearing a dark blue button-down shirt and chinos. His hair was short on the sides and a bit longer on top, sexily mussed and almost falling into his eyes.

“Hey,” Theo said. His voice was deep, making Liam shiver. “How did you manage to get kicked out of the Calais?” He smirked at Liam. It was devastating how handsome he was.

“My stupid converse,” Liam muttered, blushing. “They said there was a dress code after 10.”

“Which is bullshit, considering it was almost 11 when they let us in,” Mason said, his outrage returning. “If they cared so much, then why let us in the first place?” Theo laughed, and Liam nearly died at how sexy it was.

“So, what’s the plan then?” Theo asked.

“We could either go back to the pub we were at earlier, or go get Liam different shoes and come back,” Mason offered.

“What do you think?” Liam asked.

“I don’t know, don’t ask me to make a decision!” Mason argued.

“Alright, rock, paper, scissors. You win, and we go back to the pub, but if I win we go get shoes and come back here,” Liam said.

“Deal,” Mason said, turning to face him. The other two boys watched in amusement as they played. The first time, they both chose paper. Liam stared at Mason as they went a second time. Liam chose paper again. Mason chose rock.

“I win,” Liam crowed. Mason groaned, burying his face in Corey’s shoulder. “I guess we’re going to get some shoes.”

“Sounds good to me,” Theo said, shrugging.

Liam ordered another uber and they walked over to the road to wait for it. Theo stood close to Liam, running one hand up and down Liam’s back. Mason and Corey chatted but Liam barely paid any attention, too caught up in the feel of Theo’s hand on his body.

The uber arrived and they piled in, Theo sliding in next to Liam. He took his hand, giving Liam a shy smile. Liam smiled back, utterly charmed.

They didn’t talk on the short drive back to Mason and Corey’s apartment, just glancing at each other and smiling while Theo rubbed a thumb over Liam’s hand.

Mason let them back inside and they went straight upstairs. Liam dug through his bag, looking to see if he’d packed any other shoes.

“I got nothing,” he grumbled, straightening up.

“Here,” Mason said, walking into the room, “these should fit you.”

He held up a pair of plain lace-up black shoes. Liam shrugged, sitting on the couch to swap his shoes over.

“Looks good to me,” Theo said, winking at him.

“On to uber number three,” Corey cheered. They took a shot for good luck before heading back outside as Liam ordered yet another uber.

They sat on the fence on the other side of the road. Theo snuggled close, putting his arm around Liam and trailing his hand along Liam’s arm. Liam wiggled his eyebrows at Mason, pleased. So far, this was turning out to be a perfect night.

Again, in the uber, Theo couldn’t keep his hands off of Liam, and he leaned into the other boy’s touch. He lapped up the affection, warmth suffusing his chest. It seemed like Theo was the perfect guy.

Back at the Calais, the security guard looked Liam up and down and shook his head with a smile. Liam gave him a smug grin in return as they went to the bar to get another drink.

They walked over to the balcony, and grabbed a few benches. It overlooked the beach, with a nice light breeze coming in from the sea.

Mason, Corey and Liam regaled Theo with stories about their shenanigans. Theo laughed, hazel eyes shining. He didn’t contribute much but his hands were constantly running over Liam’s body, stroking along his leg, rubbing his thumb along Liam’s hand.

“Want another drink?” Theo asked, leaning forwards to whisper into his ear.

“Yeah sure,” Liam said. Theo smiled and walked away. Liam watched him walk away, eyes lingering on the way Theo’s shirt clung across his shoulders and arms.

“You two are so cute,” Corey squealed.

“He can’t keep his hands off you,” Mason said.

“I know. I really like him,” Liam gushed.

“After this drink, we’re gonna make ourselves scarce,” Mason said with a smirk. Theo returned with their drinks and his hand lingered on Liam’s as he passed it to him.

“You want to go for a walk in a bit?” Theo asked quietly. Liam met his eyes, his stomach fluttering at the intense heat in Theo’s eyes.

“Sounds great,” Liam said, giving Theo a shy smile.

After another few minutes, Mason and Corey set down their drinks with a smile.

“We’re gonna go dance,” Mason said, winking at Liam and Theo. “Enjoy, kids!”

“Have fun,” Liam said. They watched them go and then turned to look at each other.

“You done with your drink?” Theo asked, his eyes resting on Liam’s lips.

Liam nodded. Theo drained his drink and lead Liam outside, his hand interlaced with Liam’s.

It was a warm night and there was no one to be seen. They slipped off their shoes and walked a few hundred metres down the beach. Theo tugged at Liam to a halt and slid a hand to cup his cheek and pull him close.

Liam sighed into Theo’s mouth, enjoying the slide of Theo’s lips against his own. He grabbed onto Theo’s arms, steadying himself against his body as Theo explored his mouth.

“I’m glad I came out tonight,” Theo said, smiling down at him.

“Me too,” Liam beamed. He pulled Theo back by the collar, pressing kisses to his mouth until they reached the dunes. Theo lowered him to the ground, lying beside him and returning to kiss him. It was passionate, and Liam groaned as Theo kissed his way down Liam’s neck.

“You’re so hot,” Theo moaned, a hand sliding under Liam’s shirt to stroke along his chest.

Liam slid his hands into Theo’s hair, enjoying the soft feel of it in his hands. They kissed for what felt like hours, hands roaming and moans slipping from their mouths. Liam felt bold, felt himself coming alive under Theo’s hands. He pulled away, panting lightly.

“We should go skinny dipping,” Liam suggested, smirking up at him.

“What?” Theo laughed.

“Come on,” Liam said, “you game?”

“Fuck it, why not?” Theo grinned.

They stood up, brushing off sand and walking further down the beach, away from the bright lights of the bar. When they couldn’t hear the music anymore, they started to strip.

Liam watched Theo out of the corner of his eyes, mouth watering as he revealed expanses of golden skin. Breathless, he dropped his pants and underwear and ran towards the water.

The water was slightly cool but felt nice against his heated skin. They strode into the water until it reached past their waists.

Theo pulled Liam close, his hands dripping water as he clasped Liam’s face. Their bodies pressed together, and Liam shivered as their cocks brushed against each other.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his head thrown back as Theo kissed down his neck and chest, his hands brushing down Liam’s body. He grasped his cock, sliding up and down with a slow, teasing pace.

Liam gripped Theo’s shoulders, holding on as Theo mouthed at his chest and stroked him.

“Theo,” he moaned, his legs shaking. He pulled Theo back up and kissed him fiercely, passion in every slide of tongue and nip of teeth.

Waves lapped at Liam’s chest, and he shivered violently.

“You getting cold?” Theo asked, pulling away.

“A little,” Liam admitted.

“Let’s head back,” Theo whispered.

They held hands as they walked back towards the shore. They grabbed their clothes, pulling their underwear back on and making their way back towards the dunes. They fell into the sand, mouths desperate as they touched one another, hands gripping, almost bruising as they clung to each other.

Liam gasped as Theo pulled down his underwear, stroking his cock with firm, sure strokes. He panted and moaned, hands gripping into the sand on either side of him as Theo kissed at his neck, doing everything he could to drive him crazy.

“Fuck, Theo,” he whimpered. Theo grinned down at him as he worked him over, sweat beading on his skin as he increased his pace.

“Come for me baby,” he whispered, leaning forward to bite at Liam’s chest, teeth scraping against Liam’s nipple.

Liam groaned, his hips bucking as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Theo brought his hand to his mouth, tasting Liam’s come and then leaned down to kiss him messily. Liam growled as he pushed Theo back, pinning him down as he shoved Theo’s underwear down and took his cock in his hand.

“Liam,” Theo whispered, biting his lip. “Oh, fuck.”

He bent down and took Theo in his mouth, bobbing up and down, tongue wrapping around the shaft. Theo fisted his hands in Liam’s hair, holding on for dear life as Liam worked his way down Theo’s cock, until his nose was in his pubes. He groaned, his cock twitching.

Theo’s hands helped push and pull him on and off his cock, and Liam moaned wantonly as Theo fucked his mouth.

“Yes, baby,” Theo groaned. “Oh god, I’m so close.”

Liam’s mouth was making obscene noises as he sucked and slurped at Theo’s cock, jaw aching as he increased his pace, driving Theo wild. He looked up at Theo through his eyelashes, and Theo met his gaze, eyes dark with lust. Liam hollowed out his cheeks and slowly pulled his way off Theo’s cock.

“Christ,” Theo muttered, his mouth gaping open, red flushing down his chest. Liam swallowed down his cock and did it again. Theo’s eyes fluttered closed as he tried to hold back but as Liam began to move faster once more, Theo’s hips began to thrust up into Liam’s eager mouth.

He was hard as a rock, reaching down one hand to fist at his cock as he bobbed up and down Theo’s length.

“I’m gonna come,” Theo warned, hands tightening almost painfully in Liam’s hair. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

Liam allowed Theo to fuck his mouth, giving up all control as he pulled at his own cock with both hands, until he came with a loud groan that vibrating along Theo’s cock. Theo’s thrusts grew more erratic with every moment, until the other boy groaned loudly, spilling himself down Liam’s throat.

He pulled away, falling down next to Theo, head resting against Theo’s chest as they both tried to catch their breath.

“Well, I definitely feel like I succeeded in being a menace to society,” Liam chuckled.

“We sure did,” Theo said, smirking.

They dressed slowly, still pressing kisses to skin, eyes dark as they glanced at each other, smiling softly.

Liam opened his phone, shocked to see how late it was.

“It’s almost four in the morning!” He exclaimed. He had multiple messages from Mason, who had been trying to check up on him. The last one he had received informed him that Mason and Corey had gone home several hours ago and would let him in when he got home. “Oops,” he said, feeling a little guilty as he shot a text back to let him know he was ok.

“I didn’t even notice the time,” Theo admitted. Liam beamed at him, grabbing Theo by the shirt that he had yet to button back up and kissing him deeply.

“Me either,” he whispered against Theo’s lips.

After a few more minutes of kissing, they broke apart, chests heaving.

“I would actually murder someone for some water right now,” Theo said, running a hand through his hair.

“Fucking same,” Liam agreed.

Hand in hand, they walked back up along the beach until they reached the park next to the Calais. Thankfully, they found a water tap within moments and took turns rinsing out their mouths and gulping down the life-giving liquid.

“Better?” Theo asked, swiping at a drip of water on Liam’s mouth.

“Definitely,” Liam nodded.

They kissed by the road as they waited for their ubers to arrive. Liam’s lips were tender but he still relished the feel of Theo’s mouth and tongue against his own. Sadly, both ubers arrived at the same time, and they had to say good night.

“See you next time,” Theo said quietly, hand brushing against Liam’s cheek.

“Night,” Liam said, giving him one last, sweet kiss.

The ride back to Mason’s apartment made Liam’s chest ache. He had fallen hard for the other boy, already addicted to the way Theo touched him. He snapchatted him the whole way back, both vowing to stay in contact and meet up again soon.

Mason grinned from ear to ear as he opened his front door. “And what time do you call this?” He jeered.

“Oops,” Liam said, grinning back, shrugging his shoulders as he brushed past Mason and into the house.

“Tell me everything,” Mason hissed, following him up the stairs. Liam regaled him with the whole story, enjoying the way Mason’s eyes bugged out of his head when he told him he had gone skinny sipping.

“Oh my god,” Mason breathed. “You’re such a filthy slut. I love it!”

Liam laughed, leaving the room to go and put on some pyjama’s. He was dismayed to see how much sand he was covered in.

“Did you bring the whole beach in with you?” Mason asked, bemused, walking in as Liam pulled his sweats up and tied them.

“Seems that way,” Liam said. “I might have to go have a shower. I feel icky.”

Running his hand through his hair, his hand came up almost covered with it. He flicked it at Mason, who backed away, laughing.

“Don’t you flick your sex sand at me,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

“It’s fucking everywhere,” Liam scowled. His skin felt sensitive from where it had been rubbed raw from the grit.

He sent off a snapchat to Theo, whinging about the amount of sand he was covered in.

Theo sent one back, clearly laughing at him. Liam pouted as he went to have a shower, washing off as much of the sand as he could.

By the time he lay down in bed, it was five in the morning. As he drifted off to sleep, he smiled, hoping that he would see the other boy again soon.

#thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #teen wolf #hot hot hot #but sweeter than I meant it to be

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couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 7 years

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A Brief Recap of My Vacation Thus Far

- Yesterday, we accidentally took the wrong route and ended up on The Bad Bridge, everyone was panicked and our travel time was increased by an hour

- We still somehow made it here before the rest of my family. I get so much shit but honestly? None of us are capable of being on time

- There was a guy innocently dancing at a gas station, my grandmother called him a 'nut' and he heard and started laughing with us. This innocent interaction somehow sparked into a 30 minute race debate where I was told "It's bad to be PC. You're being too PC." All I did was say "Hey, maybe don't refer to non-white strangers as 'foreigners'". Help me.

- My Grandmother, like, completely unprompted, started denying the fact that the world has a growing population that's a bit of an issue??? Still confused

- I forgot. To pack. My headphones.

- My mother peer pressured me into drinking at dinner (omfg the waitress asked me if I had an id and literally before I could move to pull it out she goes 'who am I kidding, I can't fucking see it unless you hold it all the way over the ocean). Despite my usually high tolerance, I hadn't eaten all day so while I wasn't acting drunk or tipsy I could not make my legs function properly rip

- I came home and slept for like six hours before my mother's monstrous snoring woke me up at 2 am. Was never able to recover. I'm so tired rn

- The whole family, in true form, spent the morning ignoring me and then left for the beach without me. It took me over an hour to dredge up enough willpower to walk there myself

- I had to leave through the garage, in which you have to walk through the Hillbilly Murder Showers and struggle with The Very Small Yet Astoundingly Heavy Door. Despite pressing the button a total of six times, it still had to be essentially pried open

- This lead me to under the Boardwalk, which was covered with orange construction cones and had a huge gaping hole with Very Worrying Noises emerging from it, new feature this year. I almost took it as an omen to head back but trekked on anyway, managing to not fall into the hole.

- My family was found under a flag for the country of Montserrat, a place none of us have even heard of, but apparently my cousin kept getting emails that he had been promoted to the general of their military, and found the flag on complete coincidence and thought it fate. There was also an Eagles flag, because we are quite literally never allowed to forget that this is a Philly Family(tm)

- My mother learned the hard way that you're supposed to Goddamn rub in the spray on sunscreen

- My hair got caught in my sunglasses so badly we almost had to consider using scissors to cut them out

- The Moon Was Apparently Out, But Only Eileen Can See It For Some Reason

- My younger cousins have a profound misunderstanding of what an undertow is

- The water was so rough today it was alarming tbh like HUGE waves hitting in the shallows, I was getting a little worried

- Even though alcohol has like, never been allowed on the beach, this year they apparently decided to Care About The Rules, so police officers were milling about. My family decided the best, least suspicious way to hide the beer was solo cups.

- I ate my weight in resses cups because I literally have no concept of self control

- Every time I pulled out my book, Jenna popped up going "did you know that movie sucked?". She wouldn't stop. I was there for three hours and barely made it to chapter 2

- Me, stuffing my face with cheese and sliced ham "idk veganism sounds kinda neat"

- My cousins three month old baby was there and my mom had to keep this child in her sight at all times like she was so convinced something was gonna Happen

- Also, the baby's grandmother was holding her while she napped and she went on this little tangent to my mom like "My mother taught me how to put a baby to sleep-" like she kept going on in this nostalgic tone about her mother and finally mom was like "Kathy we're literally sisters and mom is sitting right there you don't have to do this no one cares"

- Megan took a nap and her seven year old woke her up to ask her where his shirt was and she got. UNREASONABLY mad at him. The whole 'God forbid I can rest I do everything' spiel but like. Megan. Megan. You were asleep for like two hours. He's seven. Megan he's literally a baby he can't exactly be independent all the time.

- Seanie came over and was sitting on the big wheel of the wagon next to me so I asked him what he was doing and he went "Well, apparently I can't sit in a chair without people annoying me" and gave me a VERY pointed look so I just went back to my book so as to not invoke a 12 year old's wrath

- Can I just say: Seagulls need to stay THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME

- I cowered in fear most of the day

- A man with a chair strapped to his back and very dark sunglasses wandered into our site, head tilted toward the sky and arms out in front of him, wobbling and almost fell into multiple holes my cousin's dug. He didn't seem to notice us as we called out to him, and eventually tumbled out of our site and plopped his chair down some ways away, which he collapsed into. The Elders and The Youngins' were convinced he was blind and was whispering amongst themselves, if he's blind where's his cane? Why's he here alone? Is he really blind. To which one relative finally quipped "Well, I'm sure some alcohol can MAKE you blind" and I was cracking up tbh like how HADNT they smelled the booze coming off him when he passed by?

- Danny, 12 years old, sitting calmly in the sun, drinking a large mason jar of pickle juice. When I politely asked him what the fuck, he turned and held eye contact with me for a solid three minutes, still drinking the pickle juice.

- When you're scared about getting arrested for drinking a bottle of beer but someone can apparently start Blazing It(tm) feet away from the police with no repercussions

- Also...random observation but all the police officers, firemen, and various other In Charge people I've encountered down here over the years seem to be younger than me? Why is this place being run by 18 year olds?

- Intense debate about why there's been so little promotion for Sharknado 5, airing this Sunday.

- Holy SHIT okay so I started leaving the beach right

- I'm having trouble trekking through the thick sand. My hair looks like a literal nest, I am unevenly pale and tan, a chair and bag are threatening to knock me over in the winds- basically I look outside like the mess I've always been inside.

- AND THIS FUCKING

-THIS FUCKING GREEK GOD OF A LIFEGUARD

- YOUNG, FIT, SHIRTLESS, BLINDING SMILE, EFFORTLESS HAIR, LITERALLY THE MOST FLAWLESS TAN I HAVE EVER SEEN

- HE FUCKING PULLS UP TO ME IN HIS SAND ROVER

- REMEMBER I LOOK LIKE A HERMIT CRAB THAT JUST EMERGED FROM THE SEWERS HERE

- AND HE JUST CHEERFULLY CALLS "MOLLY! HOP IN, I'LL GIVE YOU A RIDE!"

- HOW

- THE

- FUCK

- HOW DOES THIS GORGEOUS ENTITY KNOW MY NAME? WHY WOULD THIS IMMORTAL BEAUTY CHOOSE TO ASSOCIATE WITH ME.

- He said "Molly" one more time and I'm not kidding or exaggerating. I felt my name in his voice IN MY UTERUS.

- We did not speak the entire ride, but he somehow knew pretty much exactly where to drop me off and told me to have a great day before rovering off into the fucking sunset

- I am still so SHOOK right now who was this man????? I know for a fact I've never met him before so HOW DID HE KNOW MY NAME. Why did fate bring us together when I looked so authentically me???? Who is pulling these strings I Would Like A Word With Them

- I need to lie down it's been far too long since I was this attracted to a person idk what to do goodnight

#molly's memories #molly mumbles #vacation #wildwood

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Gabby liveblogs the new teen wolf ep

i mean technically it’s not liveblogging since I’m in australia and the delay obvs but here we go guys prepare for death:

-lololololololo the fuck they always gotta start it at the school cause they cant afford another set anymore

-whut scott is the assistant coach???!!!!!

-omg hayden left?????? why do they literally just remove all of their female characters with nonsense explanations??? hello kira???? havent seen her in a while. do females not exist in beacon hills?? apparently even being a love interest isn’t a good enough reason to keep the gals around anymore dear god.

-’you want my whistle? who gave you a whistle???’ omfg coach finstock is the best

-the fuck was that supposed to be a wolf on the field or a coyote??? or malia???? legit can’t even tell, oh nvmind scott and liam followed it into the woods found a pack of dead wolves with weird bugs that are crawling out of their eyes, naturally.

-malia heading out to paris and not wanting to help anyone with the problem is goals. but you know there are other ways to write female characters without making their only interest being climbing dick you know, we can have depth.

-liam and scott bonding, lol, they cute and feels, scotty all worried he’s losing control, making him repeat the werewolf mantra dear god this is dorky. giving it instrumental impressive music wont change that friends.

-lol, ‘i got ducktape’ this is me.

-oh goody more mental asylum stuff and weird frozen mummified rock shit, is this a throwback to pompeii or what?

-yeah touch the petrified ashy human corpse thing, that’s a great idea obvs like what is even happening right now.

-of course some dude exploded out of it, why are we even surprised people? oh that’s right we’re not. wait who the fuck is that? no wait, i can guess, it’s another mediocre white guy.

-’i like latin’ liam you dork, oh poor kid ‘this has been a really hard year for me’ ‘if you want to talk about your girlfriend guidance hours are posted’ damn girl that’s brutal.

-interesting that all the youngins are getting a senior registration and applying to colleges scenes talking about their futures at school but for the veteran characters we barely got a sentence about it.

-’you can see me right’ omg lol corey are you having some visibility issues.

-who wants to guess this new college guidance lady is probably not human- lol the music just changed and went all sinister like bruh we already got this, literally every new character we meet ends up being evil like cmon.

-who the fuck is this nolan kid- yet another mediocre white boy!!!!!- are they going for the olympics in white boys what is this shit- oh god she wants to talk about the animal attack on the field.

-lol him being like ‘that was no animal’ jesus fucking christ honestly am i in deja vu land are we just repeating tired drama from the first season now.

-liam how do you not know what a scarab is????? have you not seen the mummy what kind of kid are you??

-haha that girl screaming ‘why does this keep happening to our school’ when all the rats show up is the real shit.

-mediocre other mummy white boy appears in the classroom, stares a bit and tries to look interesting and then leaves. wow lifechanging moment.

-naturally liam and mason end up in the pipes again, because where else would teen wolf film things that happen.

-lydia making a bestiary yeah girl. Her mama isn’t being very smart saying no to that- who’s guess is it she dies almost immediately??? yeah girl leave that paperwork in mamas desk.

-scott trying out his weird electrocution kink with his mum, i am uncomfortable, but also teaching her the ways of electrocution is vaguely sweet.

-mama mccall gonna cover all the werewolf shit when scott is gone i love it. family bonding stuff yeaaaaaahh. oh shit she electrocuted him whilst hugging. family fun times.

-’i held the button, didn’t I?’ ‘you held the buttton’ BEST

-rat king ew is that what they said. gross. lol malia making liam smell the gross dead rat.

-REROUTED. malia is determined to get on a plane to get that french dick apparently.

-how the fuck did mummy white guy end up in the sheriff station???? do the deputies no longer exist?? wheres papa stilinski???

-parrish on the creepy white dude, all is well apparently.

-liam and mason bringing mama mccall a nice dead rat. bring her dinner you sick bastards.

-the fuck??? hallways in flames, parrish meeting another possible hellhound??? what is trying to be said here, fucked if i know.

-weird white guy has some kind of blood kink, sniffing all the injured people in the hospital because of reasons.

-idiot dudes punched liam in the face and he lost his shit. some mantra kid. use the werewolf force. freaky white mummy guy looming in the hallway behind him, cue demon suspense music while he chases for liam now in a closing elevator.

-ANDDDDDD the door closes before mummy white dude can get to him. shocker. i am on the edge of my seat with surprise and anguish obvs

-lydia showing up to get scott? i thought in the last ep stiles said hed be driving down to campus with lydia together???? does that mean she did and came back for some reason?? or stiles miraculously teleported there on his own. wow i love continuity. good thing im watching teen wolf huh.

-all the lights go out, because its lydia this is teen wolf and EVERYTHING MUST BE DARK AND HARD TO SEE AT ALL TIMES.

-phones ringing are always the most suspenseful thing to happen to me as well, love hearing that dialtone and having a wind machine suddenly blowing hair out of my face before appearing back in... wow you guessed it- the school!!!

-ohhhhhh spideyweb time. love it. gotta touched those creepy webs because otherwise what else could lydias banshee powers possibly do. lots of screaming. love that. was that gunfire? idk here this is stupid.

-ah yes, lydia miraculously finds the perfect bit of web to touch because of unexplainable reasons.’ YOU LET IT OUT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO RIDE WITH THE HUNT FOREVER’ k thanks im hanging up the web now byeeeeeee.

-how does nobody lock the fucking school doors at this point. parrish and mummy white dude just walked straight in.

-’what are you?’ ‘you know what i am im the same as you’ lololololololololl this is gonna be some weird hellhound pissing contest.

-’something you let out, something that needs to be stopped’ oh goody something new an differernt for us. so innovative.

-ah yes, the pissing contest begins. or fire contest i guess? idk?/ and oh hey the guidance counsellor lady was not as she seemed!!! wow, i never would have seen that coming in my life. thanks

-hey guys when you take away the fire, it’s just two shirtless dudes homoerotically wrestling with each other.

-oh well time for parrish to sleep it off,

-’if the wild hunt couldn’t keep you nothing can’ this is literally sounds like the fucked up adage ‘if i cant have you no one can’ and i am uncomfortable.

-oh boy white mummy guy isn’t after liam- i could never have guess that would happen.

-’it must be stopped nothing else matters’ wow, no, because here I was thinking just let the monster run free and kill people and pile up bodies and stuff. isnt that what teen wolf is about.

-OMG SCOTT GOT INTO THE JEEP AND FOUND A ‘BE GENTLE’ LETTER FROM STILES THIS IS THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE EP I SWEAR

-what the fuck lydia, popping your ass up in the middle of the headlights like some kind of ghost haunting, ‘we cantt leave’ bruh you need to chill.

-of course they need some scene with mason giving liam a pep talk like hes the most important character in this show, yeah id totally believe that. hey heres an idea instead of making it about comforting him for losing his girlfriend, how bout you dont write his girlfriend out, there i fixed it.

-malia’s flight no longer delayed!!! haha that squeal of excitement, omg she yelled ‘Oui Oui’ i gotchu girl leave this hellhole while you can.

-opp and heres scott and lydia out to ruin her fun. ofc.

-”no, no nonononono no, its just rats and wolves- and maybe a little bug problem’ see shes got the spirit. let her get french dick in peace. but also, how the fuck are they gonna explain her and scott hooking up in the future because idk what a fucking ride.

-goes to the window instead because her friends are trying to cockblock her- shes DETERMINED PPL U CANT STOP THE DICK.

-lol scott steps aside and then lydia moves into malias way MY GOD before scott pulls her back out, fuckin i cannot.

-two seconds of disappointed looks but cmon guys lets not pretend that malias an independent person who can make decisions outside of the group- aaaannnnnn shes back. wow. quelle surprise.

-but hey at least she hit scott in the face with her bag, get it girl.

-injured white mummy hellhound staggering through the woods then shift to lydia, malia and scott in the car ‘we opened a door to another world and something came out with us’ THIS IS LITERALLY THE PLOT FOR SEASON 3? 4? THE ONE WITH THE NOGITSUNE CMON PPL.

-of course guidance counsellor college lady is gonna kill white mummy hellhound boy. i support her.

-’what kind of price a big price?” ‘big’ wow, A+ dialogue here, someone give them an emmy for this shit.

-oh no guidance counsellor lady in trouble. bu t of course when push comes to shove, shoot white mummy hellhound boy in the head. but white guy actually died for once???? props. lets see how long hell stay dead before theres a reason that makes no sense to bring him back. cough cough theo.

-two seconds later cause apparently thats enough time for her to escape without the Gang sans stiles noticing. even though two of them have increased hearing and sense of smell?!!!??!! because it wouldnt be teen wolf otherwise.

-lydia ‘i thought you couldnt kill a hellhound’ WHEN WAS THAT EVER SAID??? I LITERALLY DO NOT REMEMBER THAT BEING STATED???

-scott, picking up the bullet casing which apparently killed an unkillable hellhound but hes just so good its not an issue. oh hey, is that a fleur de lis?

-’argent’ ooooooooohhh more suspense. dont think i can take it.

-’the sound of someone who’s never lifted a hand against a human being’ you can says shes a hunter lydia, her trunk was full of murdery shit we get it.

-also whats with teen wolfs repetitive need to make girls have an emotional distressing response to something before they go all ‘i kill you, ill kill everyone, ill kill myself idgaf’ and their expression goes all Tough Girl. like cmon. u realise girls dont all react the same way to the same things right?

-but hey props to guidance lady for not dying, though i mean she’s a girl and shes not white so lets assume her chances arent strong for future eps.

-lol all three of them sitting on scotts bed together. is it just me or should they all just make out, im just saying.

-’can we say we forgot?’ omg lydia PHRASING, u literally forgot stiles barely a few eps ago, dont crush him already.

-’we almost lost him last time’ i just love how the girls have all the emotional lines and scott just gets to sit there a nod like stiles hasnt been his best friend for years and years. but apparently connection on teen wolf means only if you want to fuck each other since scott magically forgot stiles without much effort and the entire season was about lydia getting him back even though they literally werent even dating and theyd given no indication shed even liked him when he was taken. but suddenly shes magically interested in him and the connection with scott, his best fucking friend for life somehow wasnt strong enough and I AM SALTY.

-malia- ’if this turns out to be somthing big and we don’t call him-’ ‘he would kill us’ hey look Scott got to say something accurate about his best friend, yay!

-’you guys didn’t hear his voice, he was really excited to be there’ aww scott, but seriously you asshole writers are still telling me their connection wasn’t enough for scott to bring him back? for shame.

-’lets just play the voicemail’ lol here comes the swelling emotional music.

-but seriously fuck you guys, heres stiles telling scott to leave beacon hills behind him and that its not his responsibility and not to worry about it and take stiles’ jeep (which we know he loves more than anything) and drive, and the instrumentals are getting really emotional showing stiles at the fbi and youre still trying to tell me that scott wouldnt have remembered his best friend without lydia???? fuck off.

-omg the nerd stopped at the fbi seal and straightened his tie i fucking love it.

-seriously whats with this music??? like stiles just won the damn noble peace prize or something just for showing up. its no wonder ppl think scott isnt the main when the writers give stiles all these storylines and attention, like this is not subtle ppl.

-stiles constantly interrupting the fbi dude in the middle of the presentation gives me life omg.

-’one recent manhunt had our crisis response team chasing down a bizarrely feral unsub in the wilderness of north carolina-”

-OFMG LOL ITS DEREK

-STILES SPAT WATER EVERYWHERE THIS IS GREAT

-are they literally trying to sell that this is current??? like that is clearly season 1 footage of derek what the fuck is happening right now. why cant he just have a vacation for fun, why do the writers have to ruin everything for him but nope, mass hunting derek time ofc,

-the way stiles put his hand over his mouth as if that would cover up the fact that he literally spat water everywhere. smooth stilinski.

-omg the presenter dude look down at the list of names seeing Mieczyslaw Stilinski and legit being like ‘uh... young man’ thats awesome.

-’just got a little excited’ honestly what the fuck teen wolf. you baiting sterek fans or what?

-stiles trying to find out what they’re after him for- ‘Murder’ but what type of murder. “Mass murder’

-suspenseful music AGAIN jesus fucking c h r i s t.

-OMG now they’re just zooming in on dereks tattoo, increasing the music. dude we fucking get it, thats derek hale and you, the writers, fucking hate him. chill.

#teen wolf season 6b #spoilers #semi live blogging #i have a lot of feelings apparently #this is one hundred per cent sass lets be real here #lololol what a laugh really #teen wolf spoilers #6b spoilers

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