Mar 26, 2017
Ziti de carne porco Alfredo. #davidsestate #italian #scillian (at Columbus, Georgia)
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Ziti de carne porco Alfredo. #davidsestate #italian #scillian (at Columbus, Georgia)
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hello, I am losing my mind over a fic I can't find anymore. Stiles has a rommate in college who is a werewolf. The roommate is from a sheltered pack, he left to go to college far away probably against the wishes of his family, and his brother and future alpha is kind if a dick. When he discovers Stiles is in a pack he is afraid he will have to go home (it is unfortunately not the fic A Spotters Guide to the North American Werewolf Hunter). thanks!
Regarding the anon who wanted fic recs where people don't believe stiles has a bf, thestereklibrary answered the same request with a list of fics a few days ago.
Oh, maybe it was the same person asking! If not, @miaever go check out thestereklibrary’s recent posts :)
I can't get over how funny and adorable your taco drabble is. I've read it ten times already and it cracks me up every time.
AAAAAH THANK YOU! I don't know how such a little thing is getting so much love but I'm not going to argue with it :D
Hello you :) 1, 2 and 10 for me please
Thank you, bb! ♥
1. Young Frankenstein (Any comedy by Mel Brooks actually)
2. Monty Python's Flying Circus & Fawlty Towers; Shameless
10.: "People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ― Maya Angelou
"Get on with it!" Monty Python.
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Of MowHawks and Kilts (PRAURP Vikki)
Gwen must have come to the pool Hall at just the right time because there was no one there. The place was absolutely deserted at the moment. That meant good things to her. It meant that she could gently try to ease herself out of her fear of the water. Also she could swim in her silly on her back fingers touching the side of the pool silly fashion in silence. Without anyone unwittingly splashing water on her and causing her peace to be replaced by panic.
She did that for a while, quietly keeping her mind completely blank. When she was done with that she slowly made her way to the shallow end and started heading for the little set of stairs leading out of the water.
(There you go Vikki! Sorry it took me till now to write it! ;n;)
((ScillianxGwen smut thing because yooooooooo~ Also Scillian is a dawg.))
Scillian growled as the two of them hurriedly crashed through his doorway, his large, strong hands tugging off her shirt impatiently as she gripped two handfuls of his jet black mohawk. Gwen grinned and let out a breathy sigh of delight as he hungrily kissed and nipped her neck, pulling his hair harder just to hear him hiss. He slid his hands up her back, his fingertips tracing her tattoo for a moment before one hand unclasped her brassiere smoothly, the other travelling to twist into her silken red locks, mimicking her own gestures. He smirked into her skin, nipping, her jawline authoritatively as he ever so gently tugged with the hand lost in those gorgeous red strands.
"I hope that brother o' yours isn't expectin' ye in the Kwoon any time soon Lassie, this might take a while..." Gwen chuckled, her eyes sliding shut languidly as she felt the Scotsman expertly slip her undergarment straps down and over her shoulders. He discarded the garment and suddenly she was pushed over onto his bed, the muscular Scot continuing his ravenous attention on her neck and collarbone, moving dangerously lower and lower.
"I made an excuse. Now tell me, Scillian; what does a true Scotsman wear under his kilt?" He pulled back from her hot, reddened skin, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he flashed her a cocky grin. She shivered with anticipation.
"Oh you'll find out soon enough, Lass, you'll find out soon enough..."
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HOLY CREPES I AM GIGGLING LIKE A DORK THIS IS THE BEST hnnnng xD I second that! Scil you are a sexy Dawg! You and your Fuaxhawk and yer kilt and and hnnnng! Boy if you want a rundown about REAL Mowhawks you have come to the right Girl!
XD I don't even know what I am saying anymore I am just
HNNNG!
Happy birthday! A lot of hugs and kisses from France!
Yay! Thank you!!! <333