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         First off,  excuse this graphic, because honestly i haven’t done one of these types of graphics before ( i don’t think ). plus, i wanted to try && make something funny for it since this is going to honestly get somewhat emotional for me. Okay, now moving on. 

          i can’t believe that it’s been a WHOLE YEAR since i made liam. i’ve met so many nice && sweet people on here. I also made a ton of amazingly talented friends who i love a ton. it honestly means so much to me that i’ve been able to keep up with a muse like liam for so long. he’s actually been my very first permanent canon muse. i’ve never felt more connected with a muse then i have with him, && i just wanted to thank everyone who has ever roleplayed with me in helping me develop whether they have been in a canon thread, au thread or a group verse, thank you all. if it wasn’t for all of you kind people i don’t know what i would’ve done with this kid.

           i hope to keep roleplaying this guy for a long ass time, because i’m SO ATTACHED to him && all of you guys. i really can’t express how grateful i am to everyone who follows me && roleplays with me, but i’m going to try with a GIVEAWAY. i haven’t done one in months && honestly within those few months i like to think i got a tad bit better with my graphics && icons. if you’re interested in that i’ll be posting the details about it later tonight.

           anyways, below the cut is my bias list && in advance i want to apologize if i missed anyone, because honestly i’m really horrible with remembering some urls, especially if you’ve archived or changed urls. so please forgive me, know it wasn’t on purpose. i love you guys!!! thank you so much once again.

meme (kisses! 1/3)

It is a testament to their friendship that she’s able to get Stiles to do some pretty fucking weird shit with her.

     Like this. They’re at a tea party looking for werewolves. Yes, a tea party – a real, live, Upper East Side brunch tea party. Being held in the lobby of a very expensive hotel, where most of them are staying. And apparently, one of the men wearing an all-white suit and a top hat and cravat is actually a very dangerous werewolf who’s been terrorizing the streets of Manhattan for the past two weeks.

     Go figure.

     Beside her, Stiles keeps fidgeting, uncomfortable either with the clothes she’d bought for him to wear ( he’s dressed like a nicely put-together Victorian gentleman right down to the walking stick ) or the people around them ( that many rich people can make someone break out in hives ). She’s got her arm linked through his, introducing him to the people her parents vaguely know and who only invited her out of a sense of obligation, as her boyfriend, her business partner – at one point, her live-in television repairman. Anything to keep people distracted while Stiles tries to determine who the werewolf is.

     And once it’s made exceptionally clear that the werewolf is, in fact, a man named Gaspard Delacroix ( and if that’s not an assumed name then Astoria owes Stiles forty bucks ) they’re upstairs, breaking into his hotel room, searching through his things, looking for something, anything, to solidify their suspicions, and to see what he’s doing next. And they make it. Really. 

     Almost.

     She hears him before she sees him, talking loudly as he walks down the hall with a lady friend, and Astoria immediately grabs Stiles by the arm. They can either hide in a closet, and be trapped with a dangerous predator –

     – or they can improvise. Which is why, after a murmured trust me, Astoria is tugging him gently out the door, just as Gaspard is turning a corner. “Sorry,” she mutters, pulling the door closed behind them, and then she’s got her lips pressed to his.

     She’ll say this for Stiles – he knows what he’s doing. And he knows what she’s doing, too, as she slides a hand underneath his jacket to tuck Gaspard’s cell phone, carefully turned off, into his back pocket. For his part, he’s got one hand gripping her ass like it’s his job, the other trailing absently up and down her side, and good lord, she doesn’t have to pretend to be breathless when she hears Gaspard approach, clear his throat.

     “Sorry.” She flushes, reaches up to brush her thumb under her lip as if to catch her lipstick and force it into submission. And so what if her knees are a little weak and Stiles hasn’t stepped back from her yet? “I – is this your room? Sorry, we – ”

     Gaspard only chuckles and nods. “I can tell. No harm. Do you mind taking this elsewhere?”

     She nods, smiles, takes Stiles by the hand and tugs him after her as she walks away.