At this school, the jocks ruled. Jocks and cheerleaders were practically destined to be together, and everyone knew it. Most people knew better than to even attempt to penetrate the inner circle. The two who wanted to be different, though, were Mako Lee and Damon Salvatore. They hated the mainstream. Mako thought the cheerleaders were preppy-ass bitches who wanted nothing but booze, money, and sex. It was ridiculous.
Korra was, unfortunately, a nerd. She was sort of a jock—ran cross country when the season was in. But no one noticed her, and she faded away easily into the society of school. She wore baggy clothes and wore glasses. She was a pretty girl, she just didn’t show it.
Sterek Sunday! This is something that was born out of me and Ciara’s need for something kind of fun that the Sterek fandom could enjoy, since everyone has seemed a little down lately. We’ll be posting fics, art, and whatever other sterek-related things we can think of that deserve some appreciation once a week every Sunday. If you have any suggestions, you can contact Ciara and I through the blogs I’ve linked you to above, or make a post using #Sterek Sunday <3
Excerpt from “Hale Pulls the Plug on the Future of Rock,” Rolling Stone, Issue 1203 - Oct. 2014
“Fans and music industry vets alike are left reeling in the wake of bassist Derek Hale’s sudden departure from Smokes for Harris. At a time when the foursome from Beacon Hills, California seems to be on the cusp of rock superstardom after just one double platinum record, Smoke has everything to lose."
The child emissaries usually never live past their fifth year with the wolves. The boy sitting on the tree stump can’t be more than eight summers old, maybe less, and he has big, dull eyes that land on Derek first when they break the clearing. He doesn’t even flinch; Derek does.