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A lot of the things on Derekâs blog are old, and Iâm probably not going to delete it because I really enjoyed those things, and I like reminiscing! But weâre going to town with the good olâ dog, just gotta fix the rules up because... age...

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YOU RAISE THE FLAG Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â I'LL TEAR IT DOWN
â independent derek hale for teen wolf, non-canon compliant. â 10+ years rp exp. derek est. 2012 â 19+ for heavy themes ranging from horror elements, gore, violence, and abuse. tagged appropriately with explanation in the tags. â oc and multi friendly, but duplicate dependant. â no icons, but youâre free to use them. prose, one liners, text, etc from author.
my anger is not beautiful. it is cold and biting, bitter, all teeth. a wounded dog. i am desperate. thats enough to make me something close to deadly
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          â youâre a monster. â                                                " yes. â

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* soft family things
vhsmemeâ:
â i love you so, so much. â
â stop putting your head down in my house. you know my rule. itâs all love and all pride in this house. â
â lost things have a way of turning up. â
â watch your mouth. â
â not so fast. you still have some vegetables left. â
â very funny. â
â i think youâre due for a haircut. â
â come on. bedtime. â
â and when were you going to tell me? â
â iâm glad you came into my life. â
â you were talking in your sleep. â
â come here. iâll fix it. â
â this show sucks. â
â mom/dad, can we go home now? â
â you forgot something. â
â can we stay like this for a little while? itâs nice. â
â hot chocolate helps. and good company. â
â youâll feel better once you take your medicine and have a nap. â
â close your eyes. itâs a surprise. â
â itâs good to have you home. â
â iâm not angry with you, just disappointed. â
â your shoeâs untied. â
â i missed this. â
â hey, hey. sit down. deep breaths. â
â will you tuck me in? â
â go to your room and stay there until youâve calmed down. â
â i heard crying. i got worried. â
â donât use that tone with me. â
â well, i love you more. â
â just focus on my voice. thatâs it. youâre okay. weâre okay. â
â this movie is too scary. turn it off. â
â how long have you been sick? â
â donât play with your food. â
â iâll stay right here until you fall asleep. â
â donât even think about going outside without your coat. â
â iâm not asking you, iâm telling you. â
â you can pick the story tonight. â
â everyone needs somebody. we got each other. â
â you call that a hug? â
â i was the same way when i was your age. â
đ // delphine
"I havenât done this in a very long time,â he says quietly, and his mind goes further to ask:
what, kiss somebody? or do so the first time you meet them?
Both.Â
In the cage of his arms, she leans against the wall and sheâs pretty -- too pretty for his attention to keep tall and he feels bad for it. A girl is not her looks but her mouth is plump and the raw red to it from his own teeth looks sharp. It stirs something that is ugly and needy. Nails touch the wall, and catch on its jagged nature.Â
Sheâs so much and he wants everything to do with her.
âIn fact,â He dodges in and claims her mouth: he hopes she doesnât mind the whiskey on his tongue, behind his teeth. âI donât really do this.â Heâd gesture if it wouldnât be vague, and Derekâs preoccupation is with her eyes. They flare into bright blues (attraction) and her chest lifts softly with her irregular breathing. He fits a leg between hers and decides itâll stay. He kisses her again, but vicious this time: not so much to tear her apart, but open. To take the breath in those lungs and make them his.
She likes it, it seems, when he bites.
đ sHRUGS
Sheâs too close.
His head swims and when he shuts his eyes to gain some semblance of bearing - his worldsâ colors turn blue. They swell, encompass, and overwhelm him.Â
The divide between them leaves. He leans forward, and finds solace in the shape of her mouth. Derekâs shy at first: he doesnât move except for the fine tremble to his shoulders (an execution of restraint), and exhales very deliberately through his nose. When he inhales, the colors change to pink, vapid and voraciously hungry for the consumption offered by his mindsâ eye.Â
Then he moves his mouth to encourage hers open and the color blinks out to spontaneous, wonderful white. Electricity bolts through, and something shifts: his shoulders lunge forward and his hands finds her elbows. He pushes them in, and he pulls her in. A great yawning inside him opens up - heâd swallow her if he could. Sheâs discombobulation and a flavor of wrong that is sweet; chilli made with flowers instead of spice. She splits through - warms him thorough.
His arms turn into cords and he wraps her up. The silence overtakes.
⼠   NON - SEXUAL  ACTS  OF  DOMINANCE .Â
feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .  ( add  â reverse â  to your message if youâd like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my museâs reaction to  âŚ
[ lit ]Â your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine .Â
[ order ] Â your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .
[ guide ] Â your muse putting a hand on mineâs back to lead them .
[ pay ]Â your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )
[ open ]Â your muse opening a door for mine .
[ dry ] Â your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc .Â
[ instruct ]Â your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do .Â
[ groom ]Â your muse adjusting mineâs appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc .Â
[ direct ]Â your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .
[ disagree ] your muse sternly telling mine  â no â .
[ rest ]Â your muse resting their arm over mineâs shoulder / s .
[ clean ] Â your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mineâs cheek , forehead , etc . Â feel free to specify what and how .Â
[ answer ]Â your muse answering a question meant for mine .Â
[ coat ] Â your muse holds mineâs coat out for them while they put it on .
[ pilot ]Â your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them .Â
[ stare ] Â your muse staring mine down .Â
[ placement ]Â your muse telling mine to sit down .
[ teach ] Â your muse taking control of mineâs hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly . Â
[ patience ]Â your muse telling mine to be patient .
[ tears ] Â your muse wiping away mineâs tears .
[ swat ]  your muse swatting mineâs hand away from something theyâre not supposed to touch . Â
[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings .Â
[ enough ]Â your muse commanding mine to stop talking .Â
[ retrieve ] Â your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .
[ invite ]Â your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .
[ lean ] Â your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while theyâre sitting or laying together .Â
[ calm ]  your muse telling mine to  â just breathe â .
[ scold ] Â your muse scolding mine for something .
[ comfort ] Â your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .
[ approval ] Â your muse complimenting mine on a choice theyâve made .
[ beckon ]Â your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking .Â
[ laces ]Â your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .
[ stay ]Â your muse telling mine to stay in the car .Â
[ defend ] Â your muse defending mineâs reputation , dignity , or safety for them .Â
[ feed ] Â your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .
[ volume ] Â your muse demanding mine speak louder .
[ read ] Â your muse reading something to mine .
[ refill ] Â your muse refilling mineâs glass for them .Â
[ possessive ] Â your muse resting their hand on mineâs leg or the small of their back while theyâre sitting beside each other .Â

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iâd always been kind of a fuckup.
âAnd yet,â Derek looked up, half-squinting against the light that pulled through the glass of their vechile, âYouâre here.â
A boy with a chip on both shoulders and wild, bared teeth to match. On the up-and-up, Derek had heard of him. He had very little class and more than enough crass to barrel through business, but Eggsy had still made quite the name for himself. A suggestion that had gained credence and onwards.Â
The wolf offered the boy a pick from his layout of donuts, hand splayed beneath the box for balance. While he had a sweet tooth, it didnât seem to be at peek performance.
âIsnât there a saying?â He licked the powder of his spare hand-finger and held it away from his face to gauge whether he had gotten it all. âSomething along the lines of... mistakes made are lessons learned that are successes in disguise?â He scrunched up his nose with uncertainty. âSomething like that.âÂ
book meme / he forgot to say goodbye, benjamin alire sĂĄenz
do you promise?
iâve been thinking.
just come by.
go home and rest.
make a list.
i couldâve made up a lie.
youâre up early.
and you just canât bring yourself to say iâm sorry.
what are you thinking about?
you feel warm.
you can cry.
i wonât cry. iâm done with that.
it just hurts to see you that way.
i miss you.
feeling better?
knock it off.
in other words, fuck everybody else.
here. eat this.
crying does that.
why does it hurt so bad?
well, thereâs a lot to be sad about.
i said you hurt me.
you know, that feeling, the one where you think an angry animal crawled inside your body during the night and got lost in there and then got really scared and mad and was trying to scratch its way out.
iâm not that special.
you know, take care of myself.
and i wasnât patient enough.
why do you need to protect me?
i know you and i didnât always, you know, get along.
youâre all i have.
i think iâm catching something.
you know, i donât think iâm a very happy person.
does anyone have a normal family?
i think iâm okay. maybe.
iâd always been kind of a fuckup.
did you have a good day?
you know, i really kept my mouth shut.
i guess it was from my heart. it hurt so bad.
if i need you, iâll call.
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Do you know what grief can do to a person?
For Derek, it curls up in the space of his spine. The notch behind his neck, where it twists: around, back, and forward. To the sides, and steady still. Like a worm: wrapped around it.
And then it spread.
Tendrils of something black to fill up the spaces of his nerves coiled around his bones and his behavior can reflect that. He tries - but he doesnât always succeed. He sits in a room, twice a week (Mondayâs, because theyâre the worst, and Thursdayâs, because the ending cusp to the week is rough) and tries to talk about his experiences and explain his feelings.Â
A house fire with a permanent accelerator. He puts names to the flames: Talia, Laura, Erica, Boyd, Jennifer, it goes on.Â
It never stops.
So he sits there, with his thought process and his ugly, maddening sadness, that dwells - and he continues on. He coaches Isaac, heâs an advice source to Scott. He doesnât belittle Stiles. He is fresh on the edge of twenty-eight and he feels new, and old, at the same time.Â

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â Donât shut me out. Let me help. â hm.
Help?
Help?
Help, Derek thought, was such a fucking stupid word.Â
Help and Hope could be roped together and hung in the same way. Clenched within a fist to expire into crumpled nothingness. Derek wasnât a caveman. He had seen plenty a film and many a show - saw the way people encountered and resolved issue and diffused tension. It was easy as opening up! Split that mouth wide and spew your feelings so someone could say sure, I get it and lift you up with one hand.
But Derek was a goddamn anvil and there was no crane in the world that could lift him.
Youâre so stubborn, his mother had told him as a child, in a tone like a scold. But it hadnât been. Maybe there was an ode to suggestion within it but by Gods; like Derek knew how to listen. Especially back then. To put him in the face of his mother as a teenager never bode well and thatâs how his house burned down to wispy, whispering little ashes.Â
âAnd how do you expect to do that?â A carefully controlled sentence: leaving in the breed of a vitriolic, low tone. His tâs snapped wetly, not sure how to put a name to that feeling of something burning in the depth of his gut. Just a small, bubbling boil. âShut you out?â Derek asked, loathe to give Solo a chance of retort. âYou were never in.â Fast, too fast, spoken fast and experiencing fast -
A great quiet came upon him. Bitterness was such a gaunt, lonely feeling. He couldnât propose the idea that it was Solo-caused (because it wasnât). Palms flat to the table of their small cul-de-sac hideaway, Derek bowed his head. His neck bent low, sitting so uncomfortably ducked between his shoulders that he thought his caps would blow and his head would just tumble, fall off.
Heâd deserve it for that tongue, rude and foul, towards this man heâd sworn a life to.Â
Derek spoke too fast. Acted too brashly. He lifted his eyes, met Soloâs. Perhaps, he had never gotten far beyond being a teenager.