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austingabe:

Teen Wolf AU

In which when it comes to Danny and Ethan… well, Ethan swallows

 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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werewolfsguidetotimetravel:

Werewolf’s Guide to Time TravelA Sterek Gif-Fic Pt. 32

Derek,

I went for a walk last night after the family went to sleep. My leg is healed so it wasn’t so bad making my way into town. I just wanted to get out of the house for a bit you know? Ever since the harpy attack your family has been keeping a pretty close eye on me and its a bit suffocating dude. I love them but I need some space, some quality Stilinski time…well not “Stilinski time” just alone time…nevermind…you get what I mean.

I was just walking around town seeing what was different in this time and my own and…I ended up at my house.

I saw her Derek.

My mom.

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ravingliberal:

lyingforever:

theuppitynegras:

stillcynicalstilladouche:

schakall:

twisted-sapi0sexual:

stillaliveglados:

((Red))

definitely blue

Torn between yellow and blue.

Torn between yellow blue and green.

blue would be cool because I can see the world and be back in time for dinner

but with the pink I make old billionaires fall in love with me, divorce they asses and be richer than a motherfucker and make Zayn love me

Yellow is the only reasonable choice for me

I turn off everyone’s brain, force people to work for me under the threat of killing their comatose family members who can’t defend themselves, and have all the material things in the world.

Maybe I can also take pictures of myself and leave them in my victims’ houses; idk, I’ll plan this out later.

Pfft. Grey, obviously. I’d be hacking my way through life.

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goknights:

I just wanted to announce that I finished re-coloring the old pages of BFF chapter 12 (that were previously just grey tones) just now! 

There were almost 30 pages that needed to be updated, with 3 slightly different purple party scenes. That’ll be the last purple scene for a very long time……… (thats a lie I love purple too much to not use it)

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goknights:

I just wanted to announce that I finished re-coloring the old pages of BFF chapter 12 (that were previously just grey tones) just now! 

There were almost 30 pages that needed to be updated, with 3 slightly different purple party scenes. That’ll be the last purple scene for a very long time……… (thats a lie I love purple too much to not use it)

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sinuousmag:

Excellent read: “It’s time to admit that Goth culture has a race problem…” by BedlamBedlam

via Afro-Punk

(image: Model Kelly Palcy aka Ozmoz)

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dylanorly:

“Something happened,” He says, and a coffee shop really wasn’t an ideal setting to bleed amber eyes like that, but Stiles does it anyway; something solemn lining his mouth. “Something bad.” 

It wasn’t like Derek hadn’t known. The coffee shop had reeked like something recently turned, bred with the tension of anxiety. Intermingled with Stiles; it was a dangerous concoction. It was more-so wistful thinking on his part that what was striking him in the face wasn’t actually true. A faux-pas. A fluke.

The message is clear, but Stiles was speaking anyway, eyes closed because he knows what they look like - could read it off Derek’s face.

“You can’t.”

“Stiles -” Derek starts, because it’s Stiles. But the boy shakes his head fiercely, his jaw a hard-line of pure clench.

“No. You don’t do that to them. Not because of me.” 

And in his head, Derek could see it. The foolish child in red, touching trees as he makes his way along the path, and the wolf drenched in ink to bleed away into the night happening upon him. Just one quick punch of the teeth, and it’s done. Did Stiles scream? There’s another question dangling at the back of his head, but he knows the answer.

Despite his better effort, Stiles would go if they called. One Alpha calling is one thing. A whole pack of them is another. Derek’s own eyes react to the idea, face slack in a nonplussed expression, and he has to close them. So he doesn’t think, so he doesn’t look at Stiles; so he doesn’t give away his birth-nature to anyone moving around the cafe. The words fade into his mind as if they’ve been said to him aloud, white chicken scrawl on black. It’s an enticement, and a threat:

Kill them. Join us. 

Or he’s ours.

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