Feb 6, 2014
Ian Bohen/ Peter Hale Gif Icons
Under the cut are gif icons of Ian Bohen/ Peter Hale for itstheselfproclaimedalpha. If you take please like/ reblog.
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Ian Bohen/ Peter Hale Gif Icons
Under the cut are gif icons of Ian Bohen/ Peter Hale for itstheselfproclaimedalpha. If you take please like/ reblog.
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Rule 1: Always post the rules.
Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones. Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post. Rule 4: Let them know that you’ve tagged them.
I was asked by: sweetlydiamartin
their questions:
1. Where are you from and where are you now?
-pukes everywhere- I have some serious problems with the question "where are you from" I even wrote an essay in class about it. So -insert sarcastic statement in 3, 2, 1- I am from my mother's womb. I am currently in Washington.
2. Do you want to travel? If so where?
HECK YES. I would kill to go to England, or really just a European tour.
3. What is a habit you like about yourself?
That I like? Um...I don't know if this counts as a habit but I can't brush my teeth alone. I have to brush my teeth with my sister.
4. What do you or want to be when you get older?
A teacher, and then a lazy person -oh wait I already am that-
5. If you could do back into history would you?
Well I watch a lot of Doctor Who sooo I would be really afraid to go back and mess something up or I would try and fix something only to find out that it is a fixed point in time that can't be changed and then I would be sad- so no, I wouldn't.
6. Have you tried sushi?
I keep meaning to, I'm just waiting for my step-dad to take me.
7. What is you’re favorite joke?
THIS IS THE HARDEST QUESTION OF MY LIFE UM GAH
I don't know!! I just really like puns. Did you hear about the guy who got his left- side cut off? He's all right now.
8. What embarrasses you?
My father, myself, speaking in front of people, tripping, making mistakes, getting bad grades, breathing
9. Do you believe in ghosts?
Hmm, I'm not sure. I've never had an experience with one but I've heard some pretty realistic stories. So, maybe?
10. What is the stupidest thing you have ever done?
Oh gosh- um. I made a post on my personal tumblr i dont know if it ever reached the rp side where I 'witnessed' a gummy bear up rising and then murder spree and I made a grammatical error. I wrote "all but one survived" and I meant to write "all but one died", 140,000+ notes later and I haven't heard the end of it.
11. What do you think about yourself?
I think I'm pretty smart and I make a lot of stupid mistakes and I should be as outgoing in real life as I am on tumblr.
My questions fo youuuuu
1. What brought you to tumblr?
2. Is there a certain word or phrase that you say a lot? Or that you just like saying?
3. Why did the chicken cross the road?
4. Angst or Fluff?
5. What are your top five fandoms?
6. If you could die your hair any color just for a day what color would it be?
7. Why are you rping as your character?
8. Is there anything that you could talk about for hours?
9. Who are some of your tumblr besties?
10. Do you think 11 questions is a lot?
11. Who would you die for? (getting real deep now)
I tag: clairexnovak sidekickstilinski itstheselfproclaimedalpha/mindmyanchor
headstrongmartin intelligentbanshee theimmunebanshee childofthe-wilderness sonusdemortem littlemissimmune notmyjeepyoucreep littlebrokensurvivor
accidental text → || stiles & peter ||
[ sms ; sent -- wolf & i ]
petttttterrrrr
[ sms ; sent -- wolf & i ]
peter i'm cold
[ sms ; sent -- wolf & i ]
and sneezy
[ sms ; sent -- wolf & i ]
peter i need a blanket
[ sms ; sent -- wolf & i ]
and some tea
[ sms ; sent -- wolf & i ]
peeeeeeterrrrr
[ sms ; sent -- wolf & i ]
i can't breathe good ew
✾ ☄ {embarrass me i dare youu~}
munday meme: ask one of these for a mun answer
✾ - TV series I love
ugggh i have so many that i love. psych, supernatural (up to s4 that is) being human (us & uk), star trek TOS (because i'm a nerd and it's hilarious and idk i just love it), sherlock, the walking dead, top gear (uk fuq us), pushing daisies (which you still need to watch u hoe), sons of anarchy, almost human, almighty johnsons, uuuhhh that's enough for right now i think
☄ - My opinion of you
holy fuck what to even say about you? i think you're fucking amazing, perfection i swear it, in every way possible. you're the first person to ever play with me, and you've made indie one of the best experiences i've had in a long time. in fact, you helped me feel completely better about my life when i was in a really bad spot and i don't know if i can really ever repay you for that. you've got wonderful, perfect characters that i just want to horde and keep all to myself because they're so good. i don't wanna share you at all because you're just mine. you're the sweetest person, kind and gorgeous. we fit together like pieces of a freakin' puzzle and if i couldn't talk to you all day every day i really don't know what i'd do with myself. you're my baby and i love you and you're mine.
the monster mash
[ Getting literally marked was never on Derek's agenda but it seemed the darkness rolling into town had other thoughts. Sighing, Derek made his way to Peter's apartment, for sure not pouting but certainly trying to decide if he was going to even tell his uncle or not. He had a way of getting so mother hen and Derek didn't want that at the moment so -- ] "Honey, I'm home!" Derek announced, dropping his leather jacket onto the back of a chair as he curled up on the couch, grabbing the remote with great success. "Since you're not in here I'm picking the movie! I have all the control now!" [ Grinning in an overly pleased way, Derek took the remote with him to the kitchen to grab snacks and the drink goo he forced Peter to help him make last night. It looked like swamp in a glass and it was Halloween, thanks. ]
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GUYS LATE NIGHT INSANITY HAS DECLARED DEREK HALE IS PRINCESS PEACH. That is all.
silence reigns || closed
{ Darkness lingered everywhere it seemed in Beacon Hills even before the sacrifice took place and made more of it descend onto their not so humble town. There was always a shadow or two lurking around either from something unforeseen or from a towering figure of some sort. The hunters were trained to see what no one else could see to try and halt something before it could progress too far and grab a foothold in taking over. They were the front lines against the supernatural world and those who were innocent of darkness befalling onto them. Were the hunters always in the right? Of course not but at the end of the day they were always human and that meant wrongs were always committed regardless of intentions and supposedly well thought out plans. } { Now that the town was a beacon for all that crawled from the darkest parts of the universe, there was even more to battle against. More to nearly get lost against as well. It was a constant push and nearly fall but somehow they kept standing. Somehow they kept winning. At least until a sudden ambush caught them unaware and Chris was grabbed in the midst of it. Predictably, no one noticed he was gone at first since there was too much going on. With all his training and all his determined will, Chris was still a breakable human of fragile skin and bones. When his skin ripped, it didn't stitch back together and when his bones snapped, they didn't just click back into place. No, twist him enough and he would break. } { The place he was dragged off to had a sudden explosion that knocked him and his captor back against a string of trees. The impact of it knocking Chris out, everything going out all around him until there was nothing. } { When he came to, Chris let out a groan and didn't even notice he didn't hear it. As he struggled to sit up, Chris grimaced because every single part of his body ached something fierce. It was when he knew for sure he snapped a tree branch that he realized something was off. He opened his mouth to say something but he didn't hear it. What? Turning towards the nearest tree, he pounded on it but didn't hear any of it. He kept hitting at it until his fist was strained red but it didn't change anything. Heart pounding wildly, Chris rubbed at his ears, blood coming away to his fingertips. His ears were oozing blood and he felt sick. The smell of death was all around him and Chris could hardly stand on his feet. Why couldn't he hear anything? } { Taking deep breaths, Gerard's words tore angrily through his mind -- stop being weak, Christopher. Be a damn Argent for once. Earn the name. Feeling a little steadier, he tried to make his way back to where he knew he was taken from but he couldn't hear anything and that made it difficult to know what was going on. He felt lost and disoriented when sense of hearing was the most important to a hunter. It saved them when sight could and would often fail them. } "Fuck," Chris groaned out and again he didn't hear that but he did feel the heat of the blood seeping down his neck, pooling around the collar of his shirt. And he could feel the blistering pain in his hand from punching the tree for so long. Did anyone even notice he was gone now?
bring me back a dog in the next life || closed
{ There was little light cast upon the ground as silent feet crossed over the dead foliage and broken limbs. Not one sound was made as the man sauntered his way through the forest, his feet strode too lightly and the man was too careful to leave behind any sign of himself. The moon had waned in the days previous and was left only a thin crescent in the night sky, but it was more than enough to guide him. Clouds covered the stars, revealing only bare pinpricks of light to shine through the coverage of dark grey mist that surrounded the earth. Darkness seemed to curl around the man's feet as he walked, seemed to reach out to greet him as a pet would its master. The man smile and greeted the darkness right back, reaching out a hand to give the air around him a gentle caress.
It gave him safe passage and he gave it power in return. He had plenty to spare, after all.
The feeling he was following tugged him closer, reached down inside his stomach and pulled. He moved with it easily, ever curious and driven to explore the instincts he'd been gifted with, he was well equipped to deal with whatever met him at the end of his path.
Or so he'd imagined, until he was met with the first scent of ash upon the breeze. It painted a perfect picture in his mind's eye — the blaze was great, reaching out to touch the skies with blood tipped fingers as it burned hotter with the flame of mortal coil.
Screams, loud and piercing, rose above the steady roar of flames. They rang out over and over, so many voice clashing upon each other they sounded like a choir. Each voice called out a higher pitch as the flames rose higher, burned hotter.
The man drew closer, watched as fingers reached out from the barred windows of the cellar, though his only reaction was to cock his head to the side as the smell of ash and burning flesh reached his nose. It was heady, the scent of hot, burning blood, the blood of wolves, he knew. There was a familiarity there, a sourness to the scent that spiked heated venom through his veins and made his stomach roil. Wolves weren't to be trusted, but they were power, and that, if nothing else, drew the man closer to the blaze. Perhaps there would be something salvageable after the flames died down.
Heat pricked along his flesh as the man stepped ever closer, lulled and entranced by the screams as they echoed throughout the forest. It wouldn't take long for the authorities to arrive, but the man could trust the darkness to keep his secrets, to keep him hidden among the trees as he watched the pain burn up into ash.
It was more than obvious to the man what had happened to the wolves (and unlucky humans) caught in the blaze. The stink of gunpowder and gasoline hung around the outskirts of the burning house — hunters could never cover their scent well. Hatred and smug satisfaction held onto each flame as it sprouted anew, though there was something distinctly pained but living lingering. It was almost as intoxicating as the thick stench of blood on the air.
The man grinned, a twisted showing of teeth, as he slowly approached the source of his new found delight. Lone wolf, burned and shattered by the look of him. Beautiful in the light of the fire, sizzling and wide eyed as he stared at the blaze that was once his family.
"Still alive there, pet?"
Voice smooth, low, the man spoke to the wolf as he stood over it, grin shark tooth sharp. }