Just Got The Lock In And Write Signal From My Brain But It's For A Fanfiction One Shot And Not My Two

characters who are absolutely convinced down to their bones that they are unlovable being subjected to the mortifying ideal of being wholly and unconditionally loved. that’s the good stuff. never get tired of it.

i love that, yeah, man, theo is a homeschooled boy, but it’s really funny to imagine him going home to his fake parents and studying for his classes on BHHS while planning to take scott’s pack and still working with the dread doctors. this boy must not sleep at all

it's sort of hilarious to me that when liam was writing the punnett square on the board to get mrs. finch to use the wolfsbane-laced blackboard eraser, i was genuinely worried for a long moment that he—at the big age of 16—didn't know how to do a monohybrid heterozygous cross

i mean come on

my god this causes me physical pain. the recessive allele in front of the dominant one... the dominant allele in the only square that shouldn't have a dominant allele... i get what he was going for, and he did a damn good job of it, but that doesn't make it any easier to look at

acting pack alpha and reformed pack enemy bonding time

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar & Theo Raeken Characters: Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Liminal Spaces, Attempt at Humor, Injury Recovery, Mentioned Dread Doctors (Teen Wolf), Do You Really Exist During Midnight Hours?, Exchanges In Abandoned Warehouses, The Shadows Can Only Reach You If You Let Them, Digging Bullets Out Of A Beautiful Boy Who Occasionally Sparks Murderous Rage, Hopeful Ending, (i think), Not Beta Read Summary:

Liam makes an unamused noise and slides up further against the wall. His shoulder bumps against Theo’s as he shifts, two seconds of leeching warmth untainted by syringes of fool’s-mercury. It feels like a welding gun to his skin, sparks springing onto his unguarded face. Both boys elect to ignore it. “You didn’t tend to my wounds, jackass.”

Theo eyes him wearily. Fantasising about violence is not new to him, but the victim looking like he got run through a meat grinder is, to a degree. Nevertheless, he can play nice. Old dogs have learned new tricks before. “I was going to, but then you said you didn’t want my help, so I guess the freaky murder warehouse ghosts will have to do it instead.”

you're laughing? scott lays in bed paralysed remembering having his chest torn open on the library floor, stiles wakes up every morning having to make sure he's awake and his body is his and people remember him, liam hears the sound of the well splashing and the wind on the hospital roof every time his feet aren't planted firmly on the ground and you're laughing?

what’s it called when you’re so disconnected from reality that cold water doesn’t feel like anything and you can barely taste food anymore

just got diagnosed with Execution Function... I Just Get Up and Do It Syndrome... bad day to be a task 🖕🖕🖕

i don't want to be around the part of me that i remember

sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and im losing sense of time