#withanironspine

   Little Melissa climbs easily into the cart, the motions loud in the quiet supermarket and a wide grin spread effortlessly when she's fully seated, fingers hooking into the metal workings. "Dad, come on! You promised me I could pick the cereal this time."

   A chuckle answers her persistence, arms lazily pushing the cart forth down the nearest aisle, "You're going to get Coco Puffs, I know it. I knew I shouldn't let Uncle Stiles babysit you in the mornings. Every time he does, you want something really sugary. You can't fool me, Mel. I saw those Reese's Pieces' wrappers in the trash."

   "But Dad, you're the one that gets Reese's every time we come to the store," A pout and he's melting, leaning over the raill between them to splay kisses all over her face. Her curls bounce, swaying to her laughter and Scott finishes with a sloppy peck to her nose, "Guess I can't fool you either, huh?"

   Tiny fingers snatch the brown cardboard box, hugging to her chest with a determined burn in bright eyes. Mel's eyes are too light in coloring compared to his and her nose too slim to match his but the rest of her is from him, a burst of pride warming through him. The thought keeps him and his wolf content, joyous to have a beautiful, little daughter part of his close-knit pack, "I promised you, didn't I?"

   The cart is neatly jolted, startling both him and Mel and Scott rushes to apologies, peering over his daughter's hair, "I'm really, really sorry, are you okay—"

im gonna VO MIT

   It's quiet in the halls, no white noise to keep his mind from straying nor his eyes from drifting. 

     (—it's white, all white and a pair of shaking wings and he's gone, gone, gone—)

   Feet drag him and he catches a glimpse of pale skin before he realizes it's Allison, the clack of her locker closing snapping his mind into place. A throat clears, fingers tight around the strap of his backpack, "—hi." 

       Not having a lot of extra cash to spend doesn't always mean that her wardrobe has to suffer. Mostly, Madeline can thank Forever 21 for that. A couple of new tops here, a necklace there, some shoes every so often-- and she can manage to keep up her own style on her limited budget.

                                            Which brings her to the mall, today: a sale.                                                        Like, a massive sale.                                                              A sale of biblical proportions.                                                                          That intense.

       With a deal like sixty percent off the whole store, you can bet your behind she's going to take advantage of it.

     ( She's gonna try to keep from getting too excessive; she'll draw the line at Marie Antoinette-levels of excess. She's not even sure she'll reach Kardashian, but you never know when shoes are buy-one-get-one free. )

       But when Madeline makes it in past the door, it's like Black Friday at Walmart. Everyone's packed shoulder to shoulder, so crammed that it's barely possibly to look at the clothes, let alone shop properly. It makes her a little nervous, at first, but she can handle it.

       Just be polite, she reminds herself.

       She just stares when, two feet in front of her, a trio of girls argue over the last of some shirt in their size, and one comes away with clumps of hair clamped in her palms.

                                                                    ( Madeline is so not prepared for this. )

       An awkward shuffle and twenty minutes later and she makes it, unscathed, to the far side: a wall of shoes. A pair of brown ankle boots catches her eye, but as she starts going through the shelves, feels her heart sink when she finds none in her size. As she sets the last pair down, about to give up, her eye catches on another pair, two shelves above her head and just out of reach.

       ....Maybe?

       But she's way too short, and there's not a salesgirl in sight. It could be that those boots and Maddie, they aren't meant to be-- but she believes in making her own future. She's not exactly superstitious; if she can get her hands on something, she's going to be damned if she doesn't try.

       In her periphery, she catches sight of a tall brunette, slim and easily plucking what she wants from the higher shelves and racks. Madeline envies that ease--not to mention the four or so inches the girl has on her--but instead of letting it get her down, she taps hesitantly on her sleeve.

SENPAI SUNDAY 001: WITHANIRONSPINE

Let me introduce you all to one of the most amazing people I have had the pleasure of roleplaying with.

The very first time I ever started talking to her I was so intimidated! Shelby literally is Allison Argent, she understands how our favourite huntress walks, talks, breathes and even smiles.

Despite her talent, she isn't as cocky as you would expect. She is one of the kindest, most caring, selfless and loving people I've ever met. She was my first Allison ever and I knew from then on that she would leave a special place in my heart.

I encourage you all to experience the same awe that I do every day.

     His heart was racing and none of the breaths seemed to be enough to calm him. Jeremy had let his impulsive nature get the better of him, and he could already hear his sister now. There was no doubting that she would be upset, but he didn't want her to know and he had a feeling that Damon didn't either. His hand slipped into the pocket of his jeans, fishing for his keys before slipping his backpack onto his shoulder.

     The young male's gaze flickered down the hall briefly, not bothering to stop as he continued his hunt for the car keys. He hoped he hadn't dropped them back there. He knew by this point that the other students had begun to talk along with the flood of teachers searching for answers after finding the two boys unconscious. He may not of cared, but he still didn't want to return. So instead, he walked through the halls, down the stairs, drawing near to the exit. He didn't even bother to stop at his locker for his things. At this point the last thing he wanted to think about was school.

Because everyone I follow is gr8

and if I follow you - you're mentioned at least for a second because I literally just went through the list of people I followed after a bit there because I sucked and couldn't think of everyone off the top of my head and if for some reason I missed you and you weren't mentioned just pUNCH ME IN THE FACE I'M SO SORRY.

If you watch all thirty minutes then wow. I'm impressed.