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nexttopbadbitch · 1 year
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same energy
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littlewolfdunbar101 · 5 months
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Teen Wolf Head Canon's
Best Friend HCs: Corey and Brett are Theo's best friends Alec and Nolan would be best friends Chris and Peter are also best friends Isaac, Theo, and Jackson would get along
Random HCs: Greenberg is a Supernatural Peter is a really good cook
Family HCs: Liam's mother is named Jenna Liam's step-father is named David Erica and Boyd are Derek's children (Chris stole Isaac) Theo adopts Alec (and Nolan) Peter adopts Theo
Dead HCs: Erica and Boyd aren't dead, they're with Cora Brett and Lori survived Nobody truly stays dead because its Beacon Hills
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thaskyeisthelimit · 7 months
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last night was so beautiful. the room was filled with so much fun, laughter and love. thank you revolve for helping me celebrate my birthday early, i really appreciate it <3
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freshthoughts2020 · 7 months
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For a show that revolves around the lunar cycle, no one did any research. It's easy to google. I know it's a fictional show where anything can happen and I think I'm the only person this really bothers, but I'm still going to complain about it.
Everything is so jumbled in this show, if I miss a full moon, let me know and I'll add my two cents.
Here is my source.
Season 1
According to TW (ATTW): The wolf moon is right after school starts for the semester. It's on a Friday.
Reality: The wolf moon was January 19th. It was a Wednesday.
ATTW: The snow moon was sometime after February 7th since that is when "Night School" took place and the full moon was in "Lunatic." February 7th was a Wednesday since the radio DJ said the school was closed Thursday and Friday and today is Monday, so the 12th.
Reality: The snow moon was February 18th. This was a Friday. February 7th was a Monday and the 12th would be Saturday.
Season 2
ATTW: There is a full moon in "Shape Shifted."
Reality: This would not be possible since there is very little space between the last and the next full moon.
ATTW: The worm moon is on Lydia's birthday.
Reality: This would make Lydia's birthday March 19th. It was a Saturday.
Season 3
ATTW: The sturgeon moon took place during "Chaos Rising" and "Fireflies."
Reality: This would have been August 13th and 14th. I have reason to believe it was August since California schools typically start then. The 13th and 14th was Saturday and Sunday, despite the fact there was school during both episodes.
ATTW: In "The Girl Who Knew Too Much" Allison says this, "So it's my fault that you've been lying to me for the past two months?" Placing the rest of 3A in October. And during "Lunar Ellipse" there was a lunar eclipse.
Reality: The hunter's moon was October 11th. The only total lunar eclipses in 2011 were in June and December. And no partial solar eclipses were in October, either.
ATTW: The news article about Malia says the accident took place on September 17, 2003.
Reality: The harvest moon was September 10th.
Season 4
ATTW: The wolf moon takes place shortly after Liam is bitten ("Muted" and "The Benefactor"). The full moon is also seen in "117" when Kate loses control at the gas station.
Reality: The wolf moon was January 9th. It was a Monday, which doesn't make sense since the previous episode (when Liam was bit) they had been at school. It could not have been in "117" and "The Benefactor." You could argue "117" wasn't the full moon and Kate was just struggling, but she has no problem shifting into the werejaguar at will in "The Divine Move."
Season 5
ATTW: Scott chains up Liam because he's having trouble with the full moon. This is also the day right before school starts.
Reality: There were two full moons in August 2012. The sturgeon moon was August 1st and was a Wednesday. Perhaps a little early for school to start, but not totally impossible. The blue moon was August 31st and was a Friday. We can likely rule this one out as the beginning of season five.
ATTW: At the end of 5A, they reference the super moon.
Reality: The only super moon in 2012 was in May.
I'm not sure when the end of 5A is, but the following full moons include Saturday September 29th, Monday October 29th, Wednesday November 28th, and Friday December 28th. I doubt 5A lasted from early August to anything later than October.
Season 6
ATTW: In "After Images" Brett and Lori die and Liam is exposed as a werewolf on the full moon.
Reality: This date is likely Tuesday August 20th.
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lucys-chen · 5 months
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oc halloween challenge day 13;; have killer fun at summer camp
featuring ;;; lori sierra ;; daughter of khione.
summary;; camp crystal lake is notorious for being haunted. death wasn’t unusual in this small town. yet here lori was, driving a truck on her way to the most dangerous camp in america.
maybe it’s all rumors. maybe it’s nothing. or maybe it’s something . because when the rest of the camp councilors all start disappearing? a mystery comes to life. along with murder linking back to one thing. the unsolved death of luke castellan.
taglist: @stanshollaand @arrthurpendragon @claryxjackson @endless-oc-creations @daughter-of-melpomene
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isaacs-scarfs · 2 months
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I made these please don't steal them
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Still grieving after the murder of her boyfriend, hairdresser Justice writes poetry to deal with the pain of her loss. Unable to get to Oakland to attend a convention because of her broken-down car, Justice gets a lift with her friend, Iesha, and Iesha's postal worker boyfriend, Chicago. Along for the ride is Chicago's co-worker, Lucky, to whom Justice grows close after some initial problems. But is she ready to open her heart again? (Starring Janet Jackson, Tupac Shakur, Regina King, Joe Torry, Tyra Ferrell, Jenifer Lewis, Q-Tip, Maya Angelou, Michael Jordan, Billy Zane, and Lori Petty)
Released July 23, 1993
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shiftingwithmars · 6 days
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Brett isn’t dead. The pack is lying, Brett and Lori are alive.
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freddieslater · 2 years
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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Brett Talbot x Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)
Requested by @rhyslahey
Brett stops Scott before he can knock on the door. Lori groans but he doesn't take another step, looking directly at Scott.
"You're absolutely positive we'll be safe here?" He doesn't ask because he doesn't trust Scott, but because he needs to see that he believes this is the right decision as well. For Lori's sake more than anything.
Scott understands. "I promise. No one is going to find you here. Not Monroe, not Gerard. Nobody knows this safe house exists outside of the pack."
He assured him of that before they even left, but now that they're in France, so far away... Far away is good. For the time being, at least, until things settle down and it's safe for them to return home.
"And this friend of yours, the one who lives here," Brett begins, eyebrows raising, "you're sure we can trust him?"
"Brett," Lori says impatiently. She can't stop looking around them every few seconds, worried they're going to be crept up on.
Scott nods once more and wholeheartedly says, "You can trust him. Isaac is one of us, and he knows we're here."
Taking a deep breath, he finally lets Scott go ahead and knock on the door. He keeps himself back a bit as footsteps approach them on the other side of the door. His arm slowly creeps out to push Lori back if necessary.
The door opens. They're immediately ushered inside, and Scott offers for them to go first but Brett insists. He walks in behind him, keeping Lori close at his heels.
For a safe house, it's a pretty nice apartment. They all move into a big room with two couches and double glass doors that lead out onto a balcony. The thin, grey curtains are drawn enough for him to spot the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
Brett turns his back to it as Isaac, he presumes, walks in. He and Scott have a moment together, sharing a hug and a general greeting. Then Scott turns to him and Lori with a smile.
"Guys, this is Isaac. An old friend," he says, and turns back to Isaac as he continues, "this is Brett and Lori. I told you what's been going on, and that they need somewhere to sort of lay low for a little while. We're hoping not more than a couple weeks."
"You never know with Gerard," Isaac says darkly. "I thought he was gone for good and now you tell me he's back. And with a new sidekick, like Kate wasn't bad enough?"
"Except, he's her sidekick, apparently."
There seems to be some doubt in that for both of them. Brett keeps his eyes on Isaac, and only shakes his head in response when he asks him and Lori if they want something to drink.
Isaac leaves the room to get some water and a croissant for Lori, who complained that she was starving, to Brett's annoyance. He did offer to get her breakfast at the airport and she called him overbearing.
"You'll both be fine here," Scott says to them softly. He seems to be talking more to Brett than to Lori, who's already wandering the room, admiring the framed art on the walls.
Brett says nothing, but glances around as well. It really doesn't look like a bad place. Maybe a bit more open than he would like for the place they're meant to be "hiding out" but it's high-up and in a whole other country from Monroe or Gerard. Could be worse. He and Lori could be dead.
Stepping closer to him, Scott lowers his voice like it'll make any difference. "Are you okay?"
For a second, he's tempted to admit that he's scared. Terrified, actually. Of being found. Losing Lori. Being in a place so far from the only people they were able to call family. His stomach lurches at the thought of Satomi.
He clenches his teeth and nods, forcing a tight smile. "Mhm."
"I can stay tonight, if that would help. But I would need to go back tomorrow. With everything going on back in Beacon Hills, I can't stay too long," Scott says, looking and sounding like he feels horrible about it.
"It's fine," Brett says. "I get it. They need you. We'll be fine here, like you said." His eyes dart to the kitchen door where he can see Isaac buttering Lori's croissant. He nods his head toward him. "And he seems nice enough."
Scott nods with full sincerity. "He's one of the best I know."
Then Brett decides. This Isaac guy must be the real deal. When Isaac returns to them a moment later and offers him a glass of water, he accepts it with a slight smile of gratitude.
"Feel free to head through to the bedroom and get some sleep," Isaac tells him, glancing back at Lori as well, then turning back to flick his eyes up and down Brett's rigid form. "You look like you're about to drop dead from exhaustion."
Lori snickers. Brett narrows his eyes at him. His mouth curls into the first real smile in the past forty-eight hours or so.
"I'll remember to throw on some makeup next time I'm on the run," he replies dryly. "Thanks for the compliment, Jean-Paul."
"You know I'm not actually French."
"That's a shame," Brett says, unscrewing the lid from his bottle. He walks around him and Scott, pointing down the hallway they came in through. "Bedroom's down here?"
"Yeah, on the right." Isaac then turns to Scott and Lori in confusion as Brett goes to find the room. "Why's that a shame?"
He smirks to himself as Lori wearily answers, "He's always said he wants to date a French guy. Or even just one who can speak the language semi-fluently."
"Oh," Isaac says. After a beat, "I'm pretty fluent."
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spookyblazecoffee · 1 year
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Lahey family headcanons (David, Jenna, Camden, Jordan, Isaac, and Liam. [And Mr. Lahey I guess])
1. Liam needs glasses- but he refuses to wear them- because that’s just another way that he’s like his father. He also cannot wear contacts because of medical reasons, so he just endures fuzzy eyesight while his friends and family practically beg him to put his glasses on.
2. Camden used to give Jordan his old shirts after Jordan came out to him.
3. Liam and Isaac both suffer from nightmares, so whenever one has a nightmare they call the other and talk until they fall back asleep.
4. Liam likes the guitar and ukulele.
5. Isaac likes the drums.
6. Jordan likes guitar and drums.
7. Camden taught Liam how to play the guitar.
8. When Jenna and David started dating, Camden dug up pretty much everything he could about David. To see if there was anything similar to the stuff Mr. Lahey did. (He didn’t find anything.)
9. When they were younger Camden would tell Jordan, Isaac, and Liam that he would travel the world with them when they were all out of high school.
10. The last name Dunbar is of Scottish origin. So Liam just randomly starts speaking Gaelic when mad or he just wants to talk to specific people (His family or Brett Mason and Lori), and sometimes a Scottish accent will just happen when he’s singing, focused, or confused. It’s the same for Jenna, Camden, Jordan, and Isaac. (I know you don’t have to know the language or have an accent to be Scottish/Irish/ETC. but I just find it really cool.)
The last hc is based off of This post by @sweetrole.
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violetfairydust · 4 months
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Countdown to Christmas
#17
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Lydia stood outside for two more seconds before wandering inside to make some cider. She didn’t announce it to anyone until she had finished her cup and made more for the others.
When she stepped right outside the door, Lori had made an entire snow family. Stiles was complaining about having a wet back because he didn’t put on snow-proof clothes to make snow angels, Cora and Charlotte were whispering and pointing to various people in the yard, Malia had Jackson pinned to the ground and was sitting on his back while he grumbled something about revenge.
Lydia decided to go back inside.
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sapphireginger · 1 year
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Title: Don’t Be Talkin’ Bout My Girls
Characters: Stiles Stilinski & Jackson Whittemore
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Warnings:
Homophobic Behavior, Thoughts, Slurs & Etc. Objectification Implied Past Rape/Non-Con of a Minor Toxic Masculinity
Square Filled: Stiles x Jackson For: @lgbtqbingo
WC: 3,588
Summary:
Amber eyes found each of the attackers in the sea of students once more and smirked. “You came after me and while that was bad, I would’ve left you alone but then you came after my people. You came after my friends, my best friends. You. Came. After. My. Girls.”
Stiles had one best friend that he had known since diapers. Her name was Heather but when they were five years old, Heather’s father got a job and they had to move. It sucked and Stiles was really upset about it. He would watch the window, hoping it was just a joke and any minute she’d be back. 
School started in the fall and Heather hadn’t come back. Stiles was really sad, but when he got to his kindergarten classroom, Stiles met Erica who became his closest friend. She was Catwoman and he was Batman.
After Erica was Allison who they called Ally, Hayden and Tracy, rounding out their group to four lovely ladies and one gorgeous guy. Then by the time they reached eight grade it was Stiles, Erica, Ally, Tracy, Hayden, Kira and Lydia. No one understood it. It made no sense to anyone. How was it possible for one guy to have all female friends and not be sleeping with at least two of them? 
Freshman year of high school, Stiles tried out for the soccer team. He made it and got slotted into first string. Then came Sophomore year of high school and Stiles was first string once more as well as an alternate for captain. 
Some of the guys on Stiles’s soccer team, who fancied some of the girls Stiles was friends with, decided to see if they could go through him, thereby getting an in with the girls. He was one of them, one of the guys, and they tried to get him to put in a good word for them with a couple of the girls. 
However, Stiles would only scoff and tell them if they wanted to ask one of his friends out, then they had better grow a pair and do it themselves. That got him beat up and dumped in the shower. They turned on the freezing cold water, gagged him, tied him up and shouted slurs at him over and over again until he passed out. Then they left him there, snickering and elbowing each other. It was only after they left that they regretted not taking a picture for posterity.
The team left, shutting off all the lights and wondered how the little bitch would get home without his clothes which they decided last minute to take with them. A round of high fives was exchanged before they all parted ways, eager for the reactions of the rest of the school when they saw the state the little shit was in.
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However, the next day when the attackers leaned against their lockers and waited with glee to see just how cowed the amber eyed boy would be, they were stunned into silence. 
When the school doors opened, Stilinski was there all right. However, he was now in a pair of purple spandex shorts, a long sleeved white Henley, a black and gray sleeveless vest, and his lucky converse, one pink and one blue. To top off the look he had pair of black rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He looked so soft and dare some of his peers say...cuddly? That in itself was shocking as it was the antithesis of his usual attire, but then, flanking him on both sides and covering him from behind, were Ally, Erica, Tracy, Hayden, Lydia, and Kira. Those six were joined by the newest girls, Danielle and Heather. Heather had moved back that past weekend and of course, she was right by Stiles’s side just like she always had been before.
While Stiles was more feminine in his appearance, the girls were more slightly masculine. They wore white skinny jeans, pink or purple t-shirts-alternating with each girl-and blue leather jackets. Their feet sported gray heeled boots or gray converse, once again alternating with each girl. The guys felt a bit intimidated and horny all at once. It wasn't what any of them had expected of today.
The group walked through the halls with their heads held high and ignored everyone else. Students watched with a myriad of expressions ranging from envy, jealousy and hatred to longing, disappointment and hope. 
Everywhere Stiles was, the girls would be too. Wherever the girls were, Stiles would be there as well. No one could explain it but a couple of the guys from the soccer team who felt snubbed, convinced some cheerleaders from a rival school to help them out. It was easy to steal a couple journals and sneak some photos. 
When they saw that most of the girls were drawn to other girls, they were furious, but the biggest revelation was that Stiles was asexual. That set off all the guys who were interested in the girls. It was obvious Stilinski didn’t want the girls in the way the rest of the guys did. So why the fuck was he keeping those beauties from the ones who did want them? 
Why was he standing between those girls and the guys who could show them what real men are like? It wasn’t like they would ever find out from Stilinski. After all, the guy was a fucking fairy anyway. Everyone knew he had a boyfriend, but no one had ever seen said boyfriend. Therefore, a lot of people didn't believe the guy. Another reason it pissed the guys off was because they didn't believe he was truly asexual either. None of them could imagine not wanting sex or to fuck some pretty little thing. Maybe he didn't want to fuck the girls, but the guys exchanged a look with sadistic smirks. Perhaps he was a pillow biter and a fag. 
It looked like the guys would be doing some more ass whooping on the Stilinski kid. He needed to learn a lesson and they were more than willing to make sure it got beaten into him if necessary.
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Sunday night, the guys broke into the school and got everything set up for the following morning. 
Monday morning, the halls were plastered with photos of the girls, copies of diary entries and worst of all, a photo of Stiles with bruises and some other unexplained markings had been blown up. Not that the guys cared. The little shit deserved it. 
However, none of them took into account that Stiles as Student Body President and a TA was always there early before classes started. His eyes widened when he saw the photos, diary entries and the photo of himself. The hour he had before people showed up was usually spent helping the principal and the teachers but that day it was spent clearing the entire school of every single picture and diary entry. He nearly threw up when he tore down the picture of himself.
Once again, the guys were filled with sadistic glee as they hopped out of their sports cars and stalked up to the school doors. They were feeling victorious and confident that what they had done would finally knock Stilinski down for good. If not, well, they’d take a more drastic action. As it was, they were hoping to see tears but that was not what happened. 
In fact, there wasn’t time to go to class or to their lockers as the principal announced over the intercom that there would be an all school assembly instead of first and second period. No one knew why but they didn’t have a choice. So, irked that they hadn’t gotten to see the look on the little shit’s face, the guys decided they’d handle it after the assembly. Everyone filed into the auditorium and took a seat, waiting to see what was going on. 
As per usual, Stiles, as Student Body President, spoke to the students. Today he was wearing pair of skinny jeans, a white Henley and his glasses once more, rounding the outfit out with a pair of pink, blue and purple converse. As he spoke, his words were clear, concise and he articulated in a tone that was icy and cold. The rage he felt after what he had witnessed, was like fire waiting to be unleashed. The guys who had it out for him ignored the way they all gulped in response. 
Then Stiles began. “Good morning, Beacon Hills High. Good morning teachers, staff, faculty and students. I know it might seem sudden that we are having an assembly out of the blue but honestly this has been a long time coming. I have a few things to say, and those for whom the words are intended will know who they are.
“To the ones it may concern, I could not care less about what you say to me. I could not care less what you say about me. I could not care less about what you do to me. What I do care about are my friends, my best friends. What I do care about are my girls. So, don’t you dare talk about my girls! I do not care why you feel the need to do to me what you did. I do not care why you feel the need to say to me what you have. I do not care why you feel the need to say about me the things you have said. As I said, say to and about me what you want. As I said, do to me what you want. I do not care but coming after the ones I love and will protect with everything I have, is where you–Sorry Principal Martin–is where you fucked up!
“These beautiful, strong, brave, intelligent, gorgeous women are worth so much more than your lust, your hunger, your desire, your degradation, your humiliating words and I know this because I know them. They are my best friends and have been for years. I know what you guys say about them when they aren’t there. Such gentlemen, right? You say they probably taste good, feel good, and smell good. You say they probably moan prettily, and say they probably beg beautifully. You even talk about their ‘O faces’ and flushed cheeks because you think you’ll do that great at pleasing them. You’re sick and think only with your dicks. The way you view women as objects for your own sexual gratification is exactly why you are not worthy of them, their time, their smiles, their laughter, their touch or their hugs.
“They don’t deserve to be seen as a prize to be won, a pound of flesh to satisfy your carnal desires, an object, or any other degrading thing. 
“As for me? Well, in case you didn’t know already, my name is Stiles Stilinski. I am Student Body President here at Beacon Hills High and as usual I was here early today. When I arrived on campus this morning, I came across a disturbing, disgusting and degrading sight. On the walls, the windows, the doors and even the ceiling as well as the bathroom mirrors were the evidence of how you view me and my girls. I saw the pictures, the private diary entries and more. Perhaps, you thought it would scare us or break us up. Perhaps you thought it would beat me down or scare me. Perhaps you thought it would hurt me, but it didn’t accomplish that. You were not successful, and you should know this–” He cut off and looked up, his eyes alight with a smug rage. “We know who did it.”
A ripple of murmuring went through the student body at his words, and the guys on the soccer team blanched, their faces paling. They sat up straighter, determined not to be cowed.
Stiles smirked and shrugged one shoulder. His eyes found his best friends, Erica’s smile being the one to help calm him so he could continue. “Then of course there was a picture of me. I bet you felt clever. I bet you felt proud, and reveled in the pain you expected it to cause me. I wonder if, when I tell you what that picture is from, if you will still feel that way.”
His eyes lock onto the captain of the soccer team. “The picture that you had blown up of me was the aftermath of an assault. That picture was of what happened when I came out as biromantic asexual to a friend from another school and was overheard. That picture is the fate I suffered for being who I am. That picture was from the night I was raped. I was raped, beaten, drugged and left for near dead just a few blocks from the school. It was my best friends, Erica, Tracy and Ally, who found me and got me the medical attention I needed.”
He takes a breath, shuddering as he slowly inhales and exhales. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to be asexual and have no desire for sex? Do you have any idea what it’s like to be raped even if you were the most sexual person on the planet? Maybe you do. Maybe you don’t. I don’t know if any of you do but let me tell you something. Listen up because here’s the honest to hell truth. It was excruciating and I blacked out. The guy who–” He cut off and locked eyes with Tracy who had a rage filled expression but came to stand beside him. She linked their fingers together and squeezed his hand to ground him. 
“You can do this, Bambi,” she whispered, soft enough for his ears only.
Stiles nodded and looked back at the sea of students. “The guy who raped me, drugged me, beat me up and left me for dead is here. He’s a senior, with a full ride scholarship to Stanford of all places. I wonder if that would change if they knew what he’s done.” Amber eyes locked onto the senior who was frozen in terror with a murderous expression on his face as Stiles continued, “You can run if you want but they’re waiting for you.”
At the far right side of the auditorium a guy with a letterman jacket jumped up and bolted towards the double doors. He didn’t make it more than a few feet before he was taken down by Deputy Parrish, also known as Stiles’s older brother Jordan. 
Amber eyes found each of the attackers in the sea of students once more and smirked. “You came after me and while that was bad, I would’ve left you alone but then you came after my people. You came after my friends, my best friends. You. Came. After. My. Girls.” 
He held up his hand a small black remote visible. “So, consider this retribution.” 
He pressed a button on the small remote and the lights dimmed slightly. Everyone looked up to see images and videos on the projector screen for everyone to see. There was detailed proof and clear evidence of what the guys had done to him and his girls. Every single one of the ones responsible for the photos, diary entries and more were exposed to everyone at the school.
“Thank you for your time, Beacon Hills High,” he said into the microphone after the video stopped, leaving thirteen pictures up on the screen. Each a culprit that had been called out for what they had done. He let Tracy lead him away and was immediately swarmed by the girls. He was grateful when the principal allowed him to head home. It was a surprise to him that all eight of his friends were dismissed as well. 
That night Stiles painted Lydia’s toenails while Ally painted his and a movie played in the background. It was perfect. He loved his girls. Ally, Danielle, Erica, Hayden, Heather, Kira, Lydia, and Tracy. They were his best friends, and he was theirs. They became a pack, a group of close knit friends that were like family. 
By the end of their junior year, they gained Malia, Cora, Laura, Paige, Lori and Caitlin, bringing their group, their pack, their family, to a total of fourteen beautiful young women and one handsome young man. At least that’s what the girls would label Stiles as, despite his protests that were only halfhearted at best. 
The girls would teasingly call Stiles their alpha and pack mom. It made Stiles preen and the girls laughed fondly at the guy who they trusted with everything. He had proven himself to them over and over again and they would always be there for him. After all, he had always, always was and always would be there for them.
The sound of his phone ringing startled all of them, but Stiles grinned as he had a feeling, he knew who it was. 
"Hey Jax!"
"Hey, Bambi. How did it go today?"
Stiles chewed his lip and shrugged even though his boyfriend couldn't see it. "It was okay."
Tracy scoffed. "It was better than okay, Stiles."
The other girls nodded in agreement before Paige spoke up. "You stood up for all fourteen of us, Stiles. That's not just a simple okay thing. It was amazing." She offered him a sweet smile. Paige had always been one of the sweetest of them.
"I swear those guys looked ready to piss themselves." Erica crowed with a snicker. 
"Did you guys see the way Jordan took down the asshole who tried to run?" Cora said with a smirk. "Bet he will have a lot of fun in prison."
All of the girls continued to talk about how awesome Stiles had been and brave and then delved into other topics. Meanwhile, Jackson listened to his boyfriend try to downplay it again.
"It really wasn't much, Jax. I just did what anyone would do," he whispered from his place at the doorway. He didn't regret it at all, but he never knew what to do with compliments.
"I know you may think that, love. However, not everyone would do what you did. Are you doing okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Stiles asked, chewing on his thumb. 
Jackson sighed softly. "Because you came out to the entire school, brought up the attack, stood up to those guys and-"
"Okay, Jax," Stiles said. "I hear you. I guess I'm okay. I mean, I–" He cut off and sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "When will you be home?"
"Well, I actually am just landing in Cali."
Stiles's eyes widened and he squeaked. "You're here? Where? When will you be here? How long? Can you speed? I wanna see you! I need cuddles!"
A laugh echoed through the phone. "I'll be there soon, Little Fawn."
"Is that a promise?"
"There's nowhere else I want to be. I'll text you when I'm close."
"Oh no you won't mister!" Stiles chided. "No texting and driving. I'll just track you like any normal person."
Jackson scoffed. "Uh huh. Well, you're lucky you're cute."
Stiles blushed and rolled his eyes with a playful, pleased smile on his face. "You love me and all my awesomeness."
"What gave it away?" Jackson teased.
"Oh, let's see..." Stiles started. "The kisses and the cuddles. The peanut butter and chocolate shakes from heaven but oh so sinful. I could go on for hours and by then you'd already be here. So, you just get here safe and sound. Then I'll talk your ears off."
Another chuckle from Jackson made Stiles smile wider. "Yes, sir, Little Fawn. I'll be there before you know it, but I do have to attend to a minor injury now."
"Injury?!?!" Stiles squawked.
"Mhm. I have to pick my ears up off the floor. I mean you did talk them off already."
Stiles pouted. "Hardy, har, har," Stiles said dryly.
"Don't pout, Bambi. Especially when I'm not there to kiss the pout away."
"Then hurry back." He glanced over his shoulder to see the girls setting up for family fun night and smiled at them. "I'm gonna get my butt back in the living room. It's game night you know?"
"Okay. I'll see you soon."
Stiles sighed happily. "I love you, Jax."
"Love you more, Bambi. And hey?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm proud of you, Little Fawn."
The tips of Stiles's ears matched his cheeks with the new wave of blush triggered by the praise. "Thank you," he whispered. 
"You're welcome. Bye."
"Bye."
Stiles hung up and slipped his phone into his pocket. He scrubbed his hands down his face and sighed, missing the sound of fourteen vibrations in the living room. 
[Jax-in-the-Box] Cuddle the fuck out of him for me please?
The girls grinned at each other, sending off a confirmation. Finally, after retrieving snacks and drinks, Stiles-their fearless leader-returned.
He gazed around at his friends as they all chatted about the upcoming summer before senior year and the plans they had made as a group. He smiled, giving his opinion when they asked but mostly just listened. He didn’t care that he was the only guy. It didn’t matter to him. He felt fiercely loyal and protective over his girls. He loved each and every single one of them.
When he started to nod off later that night, he was shuffled into the center while all fourteen of his girls wrapped around him. It was family. It was love and it was home. There was only one thing–one person–missing.
He snapped a quick photo and sent it off to Jackson with a smile. 
[Bambi] #definition of family Hurry home babe!
[Jax] Save me a spot, Little Fawn. xx
[Bambi] No saving needed, Jax. There's always a place for you. x
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I am curious to know what some of you all will say
So if each Teen Wolf Character had a band or artist that they were, what would they be and why?
Here I will start: I believe that Theo would be Citizen Soldier for obvious reasons. If you listen to their music, you will know why I chose them. Their music focuses souly on mental health and almost every one of their songs fits Theo in some way. 
Now I want to hear what you guys say. Choose any of the Teen Wolf Characters and tell me a band or artist you believe they could be with an explanation as to why you chose them 😊
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goodblacknews · 2 years
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Ketanji Brown Jackson Confirmed by Senate as U.S. Supreme Court Justice
Ketanji Brown Jackson Confirmed by Senate as U.S. Supreme Court Justice
by Lori Lakin Hutcherson (@lakinhutcherson) History was made moments ago when the U.S. Senate confirmed Ketanji Brown Jackson 53-47 to become the next Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States. Jackson is the first African American woman to serve on the court and the 116th Associate Justice overall. President Joe Biden nominated Jackson over a month ago to take over the seat of…
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