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might as well fall

stolen car || carina round
my mouth burns up when I try to speak - there's something about you, makes me feel so weak
i can't seem to find what I came here for - you know we could be lovers but I just want more
my arms are open but you play with me- a sweet strip-tease

worried about || lissie
i'm too worried bout what you're doing - are you worried bout what I'm doing too
what ya doing to me - wanna be free
and who could blame you - i made it so complicated
if i just drain you - 'til working it out
is over rated

the hollows || why?
as I lay me down to fall asleep - with my demons dying
and my pilot light weak - i curse the last six months
i've been hiding behind a mustache, yeah - and to those last 10 years
i've been howling a paper moon - well fuck you.

thirst for romance || cherry ghost
i still thirst for romance, i still thirst for romance - and the sand between my toes
darling i, i’ve seen demons dancing, i’ve seen demons dancing - across factory floors

death to death || stars
so tired waiting for the end to come - fully dead already but forever young,
hello, my dearest father it's your favorite son - there's some things that i’m regretting
i am destroyer, i am lover, i am destroyer, i am lover
i love one thing, destroy the other. i am destroyer, i am lover.

a million ways || ok go
i should, i wish i could, maybe if you were - i would, a list of standard-issue regrets.
one last 80 proof, slouching in the corner booth- baby, it's as good as it gets
oh such grace, oh such beauty - so precious, suspicious, and charming, and vicious.

overpower thee || melissa auf der maur
i like your eyes - i like your shape
and I could easily overpower you
i won't say a thing - i won't tell a soul
but I could easily overpower you

toxic || stevie ann
don’t you know that you’re toxic - and I love what you do
don’t you know that you’re toxic
it’s getting late -to give you up
i took a sip - from my devil's cup
slowly - it’s taking over me

fade out || the tunics
can you love me? or can you need me - like i needed you
when for you my love - there’s nothing that i wouldn’t do
it’s enough to make you feel what you’re doing - what you’re doing is wrong
Oh enough to make you cry or want to die alone

if you love me you’d destroy me || aerogramme and hal duncan
i’ll give you my life to wreck - my hopes to crush
my tender sanity - i'll give you my heart to break
my hand to brush - away so callously
and if you love me you'd destroy me - if you love me you'd destroy me

we’re not supposed to be lovers || adam green
picture a place that's far from danger. - a nicer place to cash your chips.
i'm not the one holding you hostage - squeezed inbetween my lips.
we're not supposed to be lovers - or friends, like they'd have us believe.
we're not supposed to know each other. - accept my apology.

the loneliness and the scream || frightened rabbit
am i here? of course i am, yes - all i need is your hand
to drag me out again - it wasn't me,
i didn't dig this ditch - i was walking for weeks
before i fell in
to the loneliness - oh, the loneliness
and the scream to prove - to everyone
that i exist

down by the water- || the drums
if you fall asleep down by the water - baby, I'll carry you all the way home
if you fall asleep down by the water - baby, I'll carry you all the way home
you've gotta believe me when I say - when I say the word "forever"
and whatever comes your way - we'll still be here together
i know it's hard, I know it's hard - but I understand you, just take my hand

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if you could only see the beast you made of me

I can't with this damn show about damn werewolves breaking my heart and leaving me breathless at the end of every episode.

This was just supposed to be summer fling! No emotions involved! You were not supposed to rip my heart out and feed it to me bleeding on a plate!

Can it be next Monday now?

I'm seriously just one big goose pimple.

Not enough of my ginger princess tonight. Fix that next week, show.
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drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

A few weeks ago, I had the absolute pleasure of working with pembroke on a Teen Wolf art commission for my Derek/Stiles story when it don't come easy.

Alexa was an absolute joy to work with and I love what she did with both Stiles and Derek. She captured what I was trying to portray with words perfectly. She's currently taking commissions, so if you're interested in getting some work done, I highly recommend her.

I'm only getting around to posting this now as because life the past few weeks has been incredibly insane (work, kids, my sister's wedding shower, TUMBLR HAS SUCKED MY WILL TO DO ANYTHING ELSE BUT LOOK AT PRETTY, PRETTY PICTURES OF DYLAN O'BRIEN AND TYLER HOECHLIN)

It's just so awesome and shiny and I'm completely in love with it.

derek/stiles when it don't come easy by pembrooke


Stiles throws back his head and laughs because the irony of Derek being mad at him is just priceless. Like a fucking MasterCard commercial.

“Damn it, Stiles,” Derek grabs his upper arms and pulls him to his feet. He shakes Stiles roughly, the feel of Derek’s claws against his skin sobering his laughter instantly. Stiles can feel his heart pick up, pulse thundering in his ears like thunder.

“I tried to tell you ten different times and every time I opened my mouth you put something in it. Want a recap? Let's see. There was your tongue and your fingers a few times, or hey, my personal favorite at least five of the times I tried, your cock. Do you want me to tick them off on my fingers for you? Because I remember each one.”

Derek ducks his head, breathing heavy, his claws retracting, his thumbs ghosting over his skin. Stiles tries and fails not to shiver.

“There’s only so many times I can try before I get it. You don’t want to talk to me and that’s fine. Whatever. We’ve never been nothing else but fuck buddies, right?” Stiles is such a lying liar who lies and knows Derek can tell but he doesn’t care. If Derek chooses to ignore the lies, well then, he’s only got to be here until tomorrow afternoon. Most of his stuff is already packed in Rubbermaid containers and sitting by the front door. Just waiting for his Dad to sleep off his night shift and then they’ll be on their way south.

“Just what do you want from me?” Derek asks, voice rough, looking down at the carpet.