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She was deranged, James! That’s why your father had her committed to Bedlam. To protect you. To save your life, son.
Desperate for your death! It took three men to pull you apart.
She was clawing and spitting, dragged from the river howling and screaming.


Be very, very careful now. 

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Do you know she took you down to the river to drown you? Carried you across the foreshore. A tiny baby in her arms. Innocent and sweet. She waded in. Held you under, until the bubbles stopped! She was deranged, James! That’s why your father had her committed to Bedlam. To protect you. To save your life, son. Desperate for your death! It took three men to pull you apart.
She was clawing and spitting, dragged from the river howling and screaming.  She wanted you dead, James.

One.
You know how this ends. There’s nothing you can do to change it, so make peace with it now. Ready your hands for the callus, shred the cloth for bandages, prepare the rosaries.

Two.
When you meet him, outside the grocery, along the boardwalk, beneath the overpass, you will not know what he is. He will be neither be too charming nor too handsome, not thunder, not polish -

Three.
The day you fall in love, his mouth will spill your name. He will repeat and repeat. He will not touch you. He will watch your hips, study whatever ample you have, will ask to watch you dance. When you turn to leave, he will use your name like a choke chain.

Four.
He will call you miracle. Your face will unravel. This is his magic. When he begs you promise, say yes.

Five.
When he offers his lips, take them. Take his arms, his throat, take his toes when he offers. Gorge. Swallow everything whole. Gag. Vomit. Swallow more. Do not hesitate. No time for polite, or coy. Take.

Six.
When the minions call you whore, nod.

Seven.
He will tell you of the others. How they went crazy in their sleep awaiting his return. Do not flinch. Do not doubt your thickened fingertips. Stand upright. You promised.

Eight.
When you find him in his room, thrashing the sheets, pressing his palms into the walls, howling, his face a river… close the door. This is how he makes wine. Leave him in his sorcery.

Nine.
When he explains that he cannot love. That he will never be yours alone. When he tells how the meek, the gluttons, the tempted, the proud are his angels, do not mourn. Smile, feed him, wash his hair.

Ten.
He is a king among thieves. The leeches will hollow his skin, the crows reduce him to bones. His own heart will empty him. Allow for the bleed. Be ready with tourniquet and prayer.

Eleven.
In the dry burn of dawn, after the last of the lashes, the thorns and the spittle, when his limp body is laid at your feet, remember the night you loved him, the ember of his eyes and the way the words came like honey.

Twelve.
You were made for this.

‘Lessons on Loving a Prophet’ by Jeanann Verlee

LESSONS ON LOVING A PROPHET

by Jeanann Verlee

1. You know how this ends
There is nothing you can do to change it,
so make peace with it now. Ready your hands
for the callus, shred the cloth for bandages,
prepare the rosaries.

2. When you meet him, (outside the grocery,
along the boardwalk, beneath the overpass),
you will not know what he is. He will be neither
too charming, nor too handsome. Not thunder, not polish.

3. The day you fall in love, his mouth will spill
your name. He will repeat. And repeat.
He will not touch you. He will watch your hips.
Study whatever ample you have. Will ask
to watch you dance. When you turn to leave,
he will use your name like a choke chain.

4. He will call you miracle. Your face
will unravel. This is his magic.
When he begs you promise, say yes.

5. When he offers his lips, take them. Take his
arms, his throat, take his toes. When he offers,
gorge. Swallow everything whole. Gag. Vomit.
Swallow more. Do not hesitate. No time for polite
or coy.         Take.

6. When the minions call you whore, nod.

7. He will tell you of the others.
How they went crazy in their sleep,
awaiting his return. Do not flinch.
Do not doubt your thickened fingertips.
Stand upright. You promised.

8. When you find him in his room
thrashing the sheets, pressing his palms
into the walls, howling,
his face, a river—close the door.
This is how he makes wine.
Leave him to his sorcery.

9. When he explains how he cannot love you,
that he will never be yours alone, when he tells
how the meek and the gluttons, the tempted, the proud
are his angels—do not mourn. Smile.
Feed him. Wash his hair.

10. He is a king among thieves.
The leeches will hollow his skin, the crows,
reduce him to bones. His own heart
will empty him. Allow for the bleed. Be ready
with tourniquet and prayer.

11. In the dry burn of dawn, after the last
of the lashes, the thorns and the spittle,
when his limp body is laid at your feet,
remember the night he loved you. The ember
of his eyes and the way the words came like honey.

12. You were made for this.

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A small shedding party!

Plus, one that may or may not be getting ready for a shed cycle.  Howl is looking much darker than usual and his usually purpley saddles look rather brown.  My hunch should be proven wrong or correct within the week.

Red wolf howl. _ Alligator River National Wildlife Refuge, NC. _ ♥ _

Loup rouge ou loup roux _ Red wolf or Florida wolf or Mississippi Valley wolf _ (Canis rufus) _ Le plus rare de tous les Canidés - Canidae, car gravement menacé d'extinction.

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LIFE GOALS:

• Date a boy

• date a goth boy

• date a boy with dyed hair

• date an elf(preferably Legolas)

• date a wizard (preferably Severus)

• date a son of Hermes

• date a werewolf

• date a pirate (preferably Jack Sparrow)
Jack sparrow: CAPTAIN jack sparrow!

• date a shadow hunter (preferably Jace)

• date a vampire (eh.)

• date a consulting detective (preferably Sherlock)

• date a young criminal genius (preferably Artemis Fowl)

• date a different wizard (preferably howl)

• Marry a river (preferably Haku(look it up))

Lessons on Loving a Prophet - Jeanann Verlee

For Kasturba Gandhi and Coretta Scott King.

1. You know how this ends. There nothing you can do to change it so make peace with it now. Ready your hands for the callus, shred the cloth for bandages. Prepare the rosaries.

2. When you meet him, outside the grocery, along the boardwalk, beneath the overpass, you will not know what he is. He will be neither too charming, nor too handsome. Not thunder. Not Polish.

3. The day you fall in love, his mouth will spill your name. He will repeat, and repeat. He will not touch you. He will watch you hips, study whatever ample you have; will ask to watch you dance. When you turn to leave, he will use your name like a choke chain.

4. He will call you “miracle”. Your face will unravel, this is his magic. When he begs you promise, say yes.

5. When he offers his lips, take them. Take his arms, his throat, take his toes. When he offers, gorge. Swallow everything whole, gag, vomit, swallow more. Do not hesitate. No time for polite or coy. Take.

6. When the minions call you whore, nod.

7. He will tell you of the others. How they went crazy in their sleep awaiting his return. Do not flinch. Do not doubt your fickend fingertips. Stand upright. You promised.

8. When you find him in his room, thrashing the sheets, pressing his palms into the wall, howling. His face a river. Close the door. This is how he makes wine. Leave him in his sorcery.

9. When he explains that the cannot love you. That he will never be yours alone. When he tells how the meek and the gluttons, the tempted, the proud are his angels, do not mourn. Smile. Feed him. Wash his hair.

10. He is a king among thieves. The leeches will hollow his skin. The crows reduce him to bones. His own heart will empty him. Allow for the bleed. Be ready with tourniquet and prayer.

11. In the dry burn of dawn. After the last of the lashes, the thorn and the spittle, when his limp body is laid at your feet. Remember the night he loved you. The ember of his eyes, and the way the words came like honey.

12. You were made for this.

Feb ‘16.  Fics that could use more love and appreciation i.e KUDOS & COMMENTS on this heart-filled holiday. All the fics on this list are pure gold! So shower them with love & Happy Valentine’s Day! 

Read it, and you too shall see why this is fuckingggg awesome! Kudos Kudos!!: 

Fold In Gently by thepsychicclam (1/1 | 4,164 | Teen)

Derek is going to kill Cora. He’s going to kill her numerous times. One death is not enough punishment for what she’s making him do.

Cora’s making Derek take baking classes.

its cute! its cute! its cute as all everliving HELL!!!:

Heart Shaped Box by Siriusstuff (1/1 | 2,000 | Teen)

Stiles does not like Valentine’s Day, but somebody likes Stiles.

This is the cutestttttttt and deserves some good lovin’! It’s so so special!: 

All Is Fair In Drug and Love by TimeWindow (1/1 | 2,022 | Gen.)

Stiles and Derek have this whole Valentine’s Day thing down. Some candles, some chocolate covered strawberries, some champagne and a nice warm bath together.

But a pre-gift seem to have gotten in the way, causing Derek to be loopy… or maybe Valentine’s Day is not completely ruined.

Gotta love Lydia, and gotta love this!: 

Your Eyes Were Red, But Now They’re Blue, Your Claws Are Sharp and I Love You by Comet260 (1/1 | 5,846 | Teen)

Lydia decides that Valentine’s Day is the perfect opportunity for Stiles and Derek to finally admit their feelings for one another.

As the title suggests, shenanigans ensue.

Short but so sweet: 

 Don’t Be Allergic to Me by tryslora (1/1 | 935 | Teen)

The one where Stiles convinces the pack that wolves=dogs and thus are allergic to chocolate.

Sooooo adorable:

★Midnight Howl-Moon River by skargasm (1/1 | 1,567 | Mature)

Stiles is a radio talk show host who chats about his love-life on air. And tonight they’re celebrating Valentine’s Day.

What’s V-Day without PANTIES PORN!!: 

Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweet Cheeks by Robespierre (1/1 | 5,178 | Explicit) 

Stiles and Derek have been friends with benefits for a while now, and Stiles is starting to want more. They have a date tonight, and Stiles is willing to try anything to show Derek just how great they would be together.

*twirling and singing*:

★Please Be My Valentine by literaryoblivion (1/1 | 1,177 | Gen.)

Every day at 2:15, Stiles comes into Derek’s bakery, buys a blueberry muffin and then whatever is the special for the day, and stays and flirts with him while he boxes up his items and rings him up.

And every day when the bell chimes signaling Stiles’s exit, Derek regrets not asking him out.

GAH!: 

Quit Playing Games With My Heart by themistymountainsong (1/1 | 16,764 | Teen)

“I am not paranoid Lydia! You’re the ones who are totally fucking with me- with us! You can’t say that this last month has been a series of weird, random happenstances!” Lydia ignores him, moving to open the car door, but before she can reach it Stiles hits the driver’s side lock. “No. No getting out of the car until you admit that you’ve had a hand in this.”

“Fine,” Lydia says, arms crossed, leveling Stiles with her glare that effectively says I could crush you under my heel and I don’t know why I like you. “We’ve been trying to set you and Derek up in time for Valentine’s Day.”

“What?!” he shrieks. “I mean- what?” he repeats, in a more reasonable tone.

Smothering yourself with a pillow cute!:

Not So Much Coffee and Books as it is Hot Chocolate and Erotica by knaval (11/11 | 15,783 | Gen.)

AU in which Stiles is an erotica novelist, and Derek is the sexy fireman he daydreams about. He sees Derek daily at the coffee shop, writing out his fantasies about Derek, basically Derek is his muse. All goes well until Derek starts talking to him and trying to read his books. Little does Stiles know, Derek is already a fan of his books.

killed by my feeeelssssssss:

Forced Date by rufflefeather (1/1 | 1,654 | Teen)

Scott makes Stiles and Derek go on a Valentine’s Day date.

LOL!: 

★Admire Me by Veera_Kara (1/1 | 2,708 | Gen.) 

In which the pack thinks Stiles and Derek are dating, and are pretty confused as to why they both keep saying they’re not doing anything for Valentine’s Day. Which makes no sense, unless… they’re fighting. So the pack decides to take matters into their own hands.

(By playing matchmaker.)

<3333: 

★Candy Grams by JoulesIsIronic (1/1 | 1,193 | NR) 

It’s Valentine’s Day at BHHS and Stiles has finally struck up the nerve to send a candy gram to his longtime crush.

Like so cute:

Valentine’s Day Movie Night by consultingsuperhero (1/1 | 2,347 | Teen) 

Aka Sad Movies Bring People Together.

Stiles shows up on Derek’s doorstep on Valentine’s Day with a pizza and some movies. A friendly movie night turns into something more. Basically, Stiles being Stiles, and Derek being Derek, while watching romantic movies in bed.

What’s V-Day without potential major character death??!: 

Chocolate Makes (most) Things Better by kitsunequeen (1/1 | 740 | Gen)

For the request: “Oh! How about Stiles gives Derek a box of chocolates but Derek is allergic to chocolate but Stiles is unaware so when Derek doesn’t eat them Stiles is like come on dude it won’t kill you and it’s like Stiles, it really might.”

Precious!: 

Under the Moonlight I See You by ANE925 (1/1 | 2,660 | Teen)

Stiles had planned out the perfect Valentine’s Day date for him and Derek. But when Derek cancels, what is Stiles to do?

The fluff! So much fluff: 

Running Down Romance by Sourwolf and Stilinski (1/1 | 2,506 | Teen)

Derek has every intention of making Valentine’s Day special for his boyfriend. Stiles may have an idea of his own.