16 hours ago
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daunt:

omgwtfneo:

SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE STEALING YOUR GODAMN ART?

Can’t find the godamn ask to tell the blogger to kindly take your art down?

NO MOAR!

Email support@tumblr.com with links to your originals and the repost, and they’ll take it down.

NOW REBLOG THE SHIT OUTA THIS AND SPREAD THE WORD!

OMG. WOW???

Spread the word? :D

1 day ago
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hungrylikethewolfie:

I don’t know how many more times I can bear to see Derek placing absolutely no value on his own life and nobody contradicting him.

(TW: vague references to canon-compliant suicide attempts and suicidal ideation)

“Are we gonna talk about this?”

There’s a bite to Scott’s tone, something harsh around the edges but lacking in the kind of anger Derek’s used to hearing from him. There’s too much blood in Derek’s eyes to be able to see Scott’s expression and his scent’s muddled beneath the smells of the fight, of torn flesh and adrenaline and relief and fear. 

“We’ll debrief back at the loft,” Derek says, wiping at his eyes.

His vision’s clear for a few seconds before more blood seeps from the gash across his forehead, slicking his lashes and making everything go red-dark around him again.

It’s long enough, though, to take in Scott’s tight-lipped look and Isaac’s ashen face.

“That’s not what I meant,” Scott says before he huffs out a sigh.

Derek wants to tense up when he feels Scott move closer, the heat of his body suddenly near enough to chase away some of the shock-y chill that always accompanies this level of blood loss. It’s been a long autumn, though, and Scott’s proven to be trustworthy. Derek’s mind may shy away from what that means, but his instincts loosen up his body until he’s practically swaying toward the sense of pack and safety that he associates with Scott these days.

“Then I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Derek says.

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1 day ago
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izzehkins:

can i just take a moment to laugh hysterically at the fact that three werewolves, one of whom has been a werewolf his whole life, did not think to track someone by smell

Especially since the first thing Scott did when he and Isaac needed to find Stiles four months ago was grab a t-shirt, hand Isaac a shoe and be like, “Let’s do this”.