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Cora: I need to talk to you and not as your friend. Stiles: *excited* We're friends? Cora: Yes, but if you tell anyone, I will deny it. Stiles: Okay. Will we still be friends after this conversation? Cora: Yes, but I'm starting to reconsider my options. Regardless, what I have to say now, I say as Derek's sister, not as your friend. Stiles: Okay... Cora: You two are getting married, and I'm happy for both of you, but if you ever hurt my brother, if you ever break his heart or make him cry, I will hunt you down and kill you, got it? Stiles: Got it. Cora: Okay. Stiles: Are you back to talking to me as a friend again? Cora: Yeah. Stiles: Dude, you won't believe what Derek's sister just said to me!
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teencopandthesourwolf · 12 hours
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Commission piece for @bodhann!
This piece belongs to them, please do not use or copy for any personal reasons.
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I can’t believe I finished it! This one’s been sitting in the backburner for months; then I picked it up the other night, and now, just a couple of days later… it’s done!! =D I won’t lie: I played around with the palette and the water effects (reflection or no reflection, light on the surface or no light on the surface, swirls and bubbles and spray and foam) so much, I probably created four or five different version. But this one won out, because the palette is still somewhat warm, despite them being underwater. I might do a little step-by-step video, if anyone’s interested? and of course, we cannot release this baby into the intarwebz without the usual bunch of lyrics.
Looking up from underneath Fractured moonlight on the sea Reflections still look the same to me As before I went under And it’s peaceful in the deep Cathedral where you cannot breathe No need to pray, no need to speak
Now I am under all
Florence + The Machine - “Never Let Me Go”
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This one is going to be available on S6, and for once also on my DA! =D
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i think it is important to recognize the ways in which your favorite thing sucks. i think it keeps u normal
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woolpack taglist #2
@petersnarker @roromir @fogsy-feel @blue-eyedbeta @tarlosmalec @maciswack @lbrown1990 @nerdherderette @perfectedprocrastinator @thebejeweledwatercat @so-very-asleep @writerjayne @rabidaly @gl0ryofthesn0w @xbrokenhumanx @leavemilkoutforthecatsandfaeries @winry-lynn @fuji09 @oldefashioned @sonsofmysticimpalasonthrones @lionheartqueen @thelostpurple @distractedducky
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wolfpack taglist #1 under the cut. please just let me know if you'd like adding/removing from the list :)
@novemberhush @sharkfish @princecharmingwinks @sterek-malec-karamel @evanesdust @jmeelee @siriusstufff @shealynn88 @lonelygodsmuse @marshmallowsourwolf @mieczyslawstilesstilinskis @sefinh @spookubee @nerddivision @eusuntgratie @sterekatom @wolfilex @agirlwhowantstobeinanotherworld @greyhavenisback @ohhalefire @halinski @peachicicle @demonlandline @thebigoblin @radio-chatter @sparksandsourwolf @genieb75 @heavensenthale @raisesomehale @iscarusholmes
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#pov stiles
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teen wolf didn't make stiles a werewolf because they knew he would be finding increasingly absurd ways around all the absurd Werewolf Rules. some bad guy tries to trap him in a circle of mountain ash and he reveals he's been carrying one of these bad boys in his backpack for months
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Sorry I'm going to be more normal about him
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malia: *filling out an application*
malia: what does 'occupation' mean?
scott: it's something you do
malia: *nods as she writes down kira's name*
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so i'm supposed to be working on my sterek wip—and i am! i wrote about 1k today—but bc of all you lovely mutual's and folk i follow now also into buddie (main culprits being @inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius and @angela-feelstoomuch) and ofc bc of bi!buck confirmed, i've started ploughing through 911 over the last few weeks like a bloodhound chasing a rabbit through the woods and have consequently, inevitably, started a buddie wip. fml. anyways, it's all your lot's fault so here, have just under 1k of my first buck pov buddie quarantine wip and everyone pls forgive my adhd writing brain lol.
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Eddie was so fucking drunk. And it wasn't really either of their faults.
Because daytimes? When they weren't on shift? They were easy.
In the daytime there was just so much stuff to do with Christopher. So many games to play and so many cool things Buck was finding he could teach the little guy. And there were things that Christopher was teaching Buck, too, like, did you know that a crocodile can't stick out its tongue? Because Buck didn't, not until Christopher told him. And how cool is that?
The three of them—Buck, Christopher and Eddie—had started a Strip Jack Naked tournament and they now played it every night that he and Eddie were home, just before bath and bedtime stories. Turns out Christopher loved card games, and loved the rude name given to Buck and Maddie's childhood favourite even more, because what ten year old wouldn't? There was obviously zero stripping involved; Buck didn't even know why it was called what it was called, only that it was super fun, and just about easy enough for Christopher to learn but not so easy he'd get bored too fast, y’know? And what was funny was that the little dude hadn't even won a single round yet, and that somehow hadn't seemed to deter the slugger in his efforts one bit. Quite the opposite, actually. He'd warned, “Just you two wait,” and had this look on his face that said he was determined to become a grandmaster and beat Buck at his own game—or, even better, beat his Dad and win the prize of Eddie having to tidy Christopher's room for a week (a suggestion of Buck's that Eddie had not been overjoyed about).
In turn, Buck and Eddie had now lost countless games of Mario Kart to the kid; been repeatedly humiliated at Pictionary (the kiddie version); and each had the least amount of kudos points for Misfits, a game that Eddie apparently used to play with his sisters. It was another drawing-type one, where each player took a body section on their turn—head, torso and arms, or legs and feet—and then folded the paper over to hide the result until everyone was done and Christopher would unfold the paper and they'd all cry with laughter at the results. Misfits didn't even technically have any winners or losers, but hey, try telling Christopher that.
Evenings, though? The few hours left between Christopher's bedtime and Eddie and Buck turning in for the night? They were tougher.
Tough on Buck, at least.
See, he'd had this dream, a few weeks back. A dream about—well.
About Eddie.
In the dream, Buck had been washing the dishes in Eddie and Chris's apartment after Eddie had made another attempt at cooking his abuela's delicious Barbacoa recipe (Buck had tasted the real deal once when Isabel had come to stay and Eddie had invited Buck over to dinner), and Eddie had suddenly crowded into him from behind, crushing the length of his body up against Buck's back and reaching around to circle soft but firm hands around Buck's wet wrists. Startled and confused, Buck had open opened his mouth to say something when Eddie had placed his hot mouth onto the sensitive spot on Buck's neck, just below his right ear and—
Buck had woken abruptly, writhing and twitching and groaning, jizz spilling all over his freshly changed bed sheets.
After that, evenings were a challenge.
They were now made up of all the usual fun and dumb stuff that Buck and Eddie got up to, plus the occasionally deeper topics in their lives that they both seemed to struggle with but tried their best to share with each other, but there was also Don't look too long at Eddie's hands, and Don't look at Eddie's mouth while he speaks, and Don't check out Eddie's ass in those jeans I'd told him he should definitely buy when the shops were still open and the world hadn't yet gone to shit and I wasn't losing my damn mind.
Buck had moved into Eddie and Chris's place when Quarantine hit because it had just made sense, and over the course of the last six months he had somehow managed to fall in lust with his best friend.
So, times when they both had tomorrow off work, and when the confinement got to be a little too much, they would drink. Sometimes a little too much. One of them always stayed relatively sober though, just in case Chris needed something in the night, and tonight, Buck had been allowing Eddie to enjoy himself because the guy hardly ever really let his hair down, and he deserved to.
Eddie got giggly when he drank Tequila, Buck noticed.
They'd already sunk a few beers prior to cracking open the bottle of Cazadores Reposado, and after Buck had stopped at two shots but Eddie had continued, Eddie had become progressively loose and was now starting to giggle like a frickin schoolgirl. Which, embarrassingly, seemed to be doing things to Buck—not that Buck had a thing for school girls, jesus no, it was just that Eddie sounding so soft and vulnerable and happy was something that apparently really did it for Buck.
Fuck his life.
The guy also got very touchy-feely on tequila, too.
They'd migrated from the kitchen table to sitting so close to each other on the sofa that they were permanently touching, as well as all the times Eddie kept nudging his shoulder further into Buck's and squeezing his hand on Buck's knee. Then his thigh.
Seriously, fuck Buck's life.
The way Eddie had gotten so comfortable with touching Buck was becoming a majorly uncomfortable situation for Buck to have to deal with. Not because Buck didn't want the attention, but because he really fucking did.
And that was a problem, for a few reasons.
Reason one was that Buck wasn't gay, and didn't really understand these feelings he was having.
Reason two was, as far as Buck knew, Eddie wasn't gay either.
Reason three (and Buck's biggest fear) was Buck being terrified of losing what he had with Eddie. He loved Eddie, and Christopher, and he was pretty sure they loved him back—and he certainly wasn't about to let his rabid and confusing libido ruin any of that.
Drunk Eddie, though? It seemed Drunk Eddie really had it in for Buck tonight.
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fingers crossed i can finish it before buck goes insane! xp
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..as my roommate kindly pointed out: “why are you drawing the same picture over and over?”
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