Aries: how have you been? Yes you with the angry eyes and the broken heart. Didn’t anyone tell you that smiling with your lips is the worst smile? Smiling with your eyes is the best love. I find it prodigious really, how you pick yourself up after being impaired.

Taurus: and even when everything stings, even when everything burns, even when you’re on the verge of giving up. You looked fear in the eye and said “Go to hell” because sorrow is a sign of the times, and your willpower is stronger than your emotions. You control you.

Gemini: when the dandelions fall out of your hair, and the skies turn orange. When the little paper cut burns a little more than you’d like it to or when the grass you sit on has a little too much dewdrops. When everything is a little too much, or just not enough, know one thing is certain. Someone is thinking of you, somewhere.

Cancer: sometimes I want to sue the world, how can it be so harsh on something so sweet? How can something so sweet do something so bitter? In a gutter your light would still shine. In the dark you can’t see, “Am I darkness or has darkness become me?” Be free, you are light and you are dazzling me.

Leo: compliments feel like sticky pastes ‘cause you don’t believe in the smiles on their face, it’s a maze. Run, run, don’t come back, see the stars and kiss your scars. Kiss your own skin, love your own face. You are independent, you are relentless. Puppet on a strings, threaded to promises.

Virgo: a shattered self esteem, an introvert with devoured dreams. Eaten by the greedy, the successful and the liars. Fake friends meeting sadness at one end, hate at the other. But “otherwise I’ll be alone and no one wants to be lonely and I’m lonely when I’m alone” the critical mind, the self paining cries. “Alright, it’s alright.” Repeat it until you believe it.

Libra: when love and chaos meet, you will see me at the early morning sunrise. Plucking petals off of periwinkle blue, eerie flowers. You said you were a night owl, one to always sleep in. The last few days you’ve been up at five thirty, meeting the sunset with tired eyes. You told me that fatigue is the price of caring for someone too deeply, you said it meant love.

Scorpio: the claws of the nightmares enrol in your daydreams, the screams and whispers shiver you to the bone. You’re not afraid, you’re not scared, just a little bit alone. But you’re dying to stay positive, come on love you can do it. You keep telling yourself lies, “I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine.” You’re in the headlights, on the front row of your own movie. Stop feeling like you have to pay for the tickets.

Sagittarius: let’s run away tonight, let’s get drunk under summer stars and hope we’ll get home without broken hearts. Let’s run, let’s go, I don’t want to know. There’s too many pain in this black and white town, let’s leave and build our own out of cracked bones and broken homes.

Capricorn: when the shadows catch up with you, and the fatigue seeps through your lifeless skin; when the dandelions feel like uselessness and the smell of rain reminds you of broken glass… know that you don’t need to be fixed. You are not broken. Reading glasses slipping off noses, tossing and turning to get a slight chance of sleep.. know that everything you tell yourself you are, is how you limit yourself. You tell yourself it’s all you’ll ever be.

Aquarius: jars filled with little papers. They’re inked with words that are left unknown, one word for every day together with a number. Today the word was “HOPE” together with a six-point-seven on the happiness ratio. Yesterday it was “MELANCHOLY” with a five on the scale of misery. Never daring to get close to nines and tens, those were for people with real problems- funerals, breakups, getting fired. Maybe five, maybe an in between. A non-answer. Maybe five.

Pisces: someone told me about their imaginary friend named Ann, she was sweet and nice but cold like ice. Her hair was raven black and she always wore sundresses even in the winter. They played tennis with her and wore each others clothes, one day Ann had the leave the young person. They cried and weeped “Why?” they screeched. Ann frowned and held the persons face in her hands. “Other people need me too, you’re not alone. Just have the courage to pretend.”

—  if your day has felt longer than the time it took to read this poem, know that you’re loved. (1st august - 2017)
Poem For The Signs

Aries:how have you been? Yes you with the angry eyes and the broken heart. Didn’t anyone tell you that smiling with your lips is the worst smile? Smiling with your eyes is the best love. I find it prodigious really, how you pick yourself up after being impaired.

Taurus: and even when everything stings, even when everything burns, even when you’re on the verge of giving up. You looked fear in the eye and said “Go to hell” because sorrow is a sign of the times, and your willpower is stronger than your emotions. You control you.

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“O Jesus, it is true that I am not always faithful, but I never become discouraged, I cast myself into Your arms, and like a little dewdrop, I sink deeper and deeper into Your chalice, O divine Flower of the field, and there I find all I have lost and much more besides.” St. Therese of Lisieux

wha she say: im fine

wha she mean: humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we suck the cum out of peoples dicks like a gogurt. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars

transiting moon in the signs

aries - do you ever feel you want to start over? begin everything anew, to become brighter and better than before? when the moon enters aries, we can feel a desire to create a fresh start for yourself. your emotions can be clear and fast-acting, straightforward and unabashed. impulses can run high, your words can run away with you at times, your energy levels may be high. it’s great to start new projects during this time period, just remember that sustained efforts aren’t always aries’ strong point. 

taurus - after the rush of an aries moon, comes the calm and comfort of taurus. you can be very sensitive for the duration of this transit, and a strong need for calm and quiet can come to you. you can now sit back and take the time to really appreciate the beauty that life has to offer, and you can see it in the little things; dewdrops on flowers, a perfectly seasoned meal, the whorls and dents on your lover’s fingertips. you may find yourself lusting after beautiful things and experiences, and this is a good time to put effort into creativity, comfort and hard work for what you love. a bit of spring cleaning never hurt either. 

gemini - you know those days that you just can’t stop talking, reading, writing, feeling? next time you have one, take a look at a transit chart, because chances are the moon is in bubbly gemini! you may feel the need to communicate and express your feelings in some way, you want to learn things and take in the world around you. your comfort comes from having good, deep conversations with others, you may feel bonded more closely to those around you at this point. this is a great time to write. emotional intelligence may increase during this time, as can anxiety and insomnia. 

cancer - a transiting cancer moon brings a lot of feelings home at once, like a wave being thrown onto shore by a sea storm. you can find yourself craving comfort and warmth; if you live away from your true home, this may be a time when you start to feel homesick. your emotions can rise and fall like the moon itself, and you may feel more sensitive to the world around you at this point. make the most of your sensitivities, they’re powerful things indeed. this is a good time to relax, make your life more comfortable, and focus on your inner feelings. 

leo - during a leo moon transit, you may find yourself seeking comfort still, but not in the same sense as during a cancer moon transit; now we seek what makes us smile and laugh, what fills our hearts with joy and warmth. this is the time to connect with your inner child, as leo rules everything fun and childlike, children themselves. you can feel quite insecure during this transit, as if you were the centre of the world. romantic and creative energies flow strongly when the moon is in leo, and it can bring strong, bold emotions. you need to feel cared for and loved during this transit. 

virgo - when the moon reaches virgo, we can feel very sensitive indeed. you know those days when everything is aggravating? the moon in virgo brings a sense of anxiety, of practicality, of care for everything all at once. you may want to find something to keep yourself busy with, particularly something that can settle you into a steady routine. you need to stay grounded during virgo transits, and need order and calm to do your best work, so it’s a good idea to promote calm and quiet into your work and home life right now. meditation is a great way of soothing and refining the mind, so perhaps look into it. 

libra - now, we crave peace, love and harmony to feel emotionally stable. the sensitivity we feel during a virgo moon transit is still here, but this sensitivity tends to affect our relationships more-so than our routines. we may be feeling romantic, needy even. we can swallow our own feelings in order to protect the feelings of our loved ones, and with any air moon transit, there’s a feeling of being detached from your emotions. this is a time to reflect on yourself and your relationships, who you cling to and who you gravitate towards, and how it affects you. you may be indecisive right now, but you can weigh any troubling situation up in great detail. 

scorpio - any scorpio transit brings with it intensity, smokey feelings rising up from some unknown fracture in the wall of the soul. when the moon is in scorpio, we feel vulnerable, easily hurt and overwhelmed, and we feel a need to protect and cloak ourselves against any perceived threat to the core. scorpio moon transits can feel like a nightmare, especially if you are sensitive to transits or it forms difficult aspects within your chart, but scorpio brings transformation, it tears down what needs to be torn. this is a good time to look to the transit house and see if there are any issues in your life that need breaking down or rebuilding. 

sagittarius - when the moon is in sagittarius, new life is breathed into the heart. this is a time when we see the bigger picture, instead of focusing on threads we are given insight into the tapestry of our lives. you can be impulsive and thoughtless now, but there is no malice in you, no hatred. you just need to find something to do that fills you with passion and life. emotions are heightened but hopeful, the soul is lifted by the gas giant jupiter. this is an optimistic time, where we can discover things about ourselves, learn and grow. we need fun and adventure now, even it’s just a little one. we can also develop the mind during a sagittarius moon transit. 

capricorn - this can be a difficult transit for the moon, since it is in detriment in reserved capricorn. you may feel restricted emotionally, easily stressed and a little melancholic for the duration of this transit. no transit is purely bad however, and with capricorn, comes maturity, dedication and devotion. kindness prevails with this placement too, and so this is a wonderful opportunity to formulate plans, take time to reorganise and reaffirm yourself and your goals, and do something nice; for yourself and others. 

aquarius - this can be a difficult transit for the moon to make, though it sweetens itself with strokes of genius and a rock solid streak of kindness and compassion. you may feel a little volatile during this period, a little detached from the rest of the world, although there’s no need to worry as most people will be feeling this too. your passions can easily become ignited and you may be looking towards helping those that are struggling right now. aquarius moon transits are good for expanding on ideas, forming groups or communities and random acts of kindness. 

pisces - when the moon transits through pisces, you can find yourself feeling hazy, confused, a little disconnected from the here and now. your empathy levels can skyrocket, maybe you’re feeling a little delicate, more sensitive than normal.. pisces can be a difficult transit for the moon, because it can bring up painful feelings that make you want to escape. your dreams can become vivid, confusing, and especially symbolic during this time. this is a good time to rest, reflect and nourish the spirit. 

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humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars
—  Learn to love and live from me at
humans are so cute. when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk of old fruit. we’re all just little universes, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars.
—  anonymous
wolves & sheep (CHAPTER 1) / a werewolf!au

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note: CHAPTER 1 HOORAH (also a lot earlier than expected but hey this is good!) anyways, i made this chap a lot more animalistic than the prologue so you can really see the pack dynamic and the way they change when they’re in their wolf form :) ALSO ik,, its bit of a fast change from the prologue but i rlly wanted y’all to see tthat they’re  lot more animalistic and wolf-like in their wolf form. 

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boy: all, but calum-centric
word-count: almost 3000

prologue (read first if u haven’t read it)


→  WOLVES AND SHEEP (CHAPTER 1 in the right order holy shit)  ←
darling you’d be better off dead

“Look, I know what I saw.” Calum huffs, rolling his eyes and pinching the skin of his collarbone where his feather tattoo sat.
“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to understand what’s going on.” Mali massages her temples with her fingertips in aggravation. Luke takes a seat next to Calum, who is slumped over the couch in annoyance.
“You’re a million percent sure that you saw the same eyes that are in your nightmares?” Luke asked quietly.
“For the millionth fucking time, yes Lucas!” Calum snarled, irritation nipping at his fingertips, his body craving the animalistic power he naturally held. Luke shrinks back in his spot, eyes lowering to the floor instinctively. When Calum notices Luke’s broad shoulders turning into himself, he softens, remembering the power he held over the rest of the boys.
“Sorry, Luke.” he sighs. “I’m just frustrated, I don’t know what the hell is going-”

Cal!” the front door slams open, knocking a trinket off a coffee table, revealing Ashton, hazel eyes wide with alarm. “Someone’s on the territory!” he panted.
“Where?” he rose, growling.
“The ravine.” Ashton gulped.

As Calum sped out the door, Mali hot on his toes, with Michael and Luke following behind, his bones began to shift, and he felt his feet begin to swell and turn to paws. His hair began to spread down his body, and his shoulders popped as they expanded with muscles. Teeth sprouted in his mouth, and he felt his body grow into another, familiar form he had grown to know and master.


His senses heightened dramatically, his nose being able to take in the scent of every little flower and dewdrop that riddled the forest. His sight began to hone in on the path to the ravine that was created by daily patrols and paws that stomped the ground continually. Trees became a blur, the only scent he could smell was an unrecognizable musk that only meant someone who didn’t belong was on his territory.

His paws pounded across the forest floor, an aggressive snarl on his lips. The silver blur on his left was Mali, and the familiar brush of russet fur was Luke. An aggressive snarl behind him was Michael, and the reassuring chuff was Ashton.

This was his pack.

Calum and the rest reach the ravine and an unfamiliar scent of another wolf reaches their noses.

Rogue wolf, he thinks.
He growls to his pack and they leap across the ravine together, as if they were flying across the raging waters below. Their large bodies slam onto the ground again, landing on their paws and claws sliding into the moss. They run through their forest, the trees and surroundings familiar to them as the scent of the rogue wolf comes closer.
An unfamiliar howl sends Calum halting to a stop in a meadow, and whipping his body left to follow the sound.

My territory, he thinks.

Mali begins to surge ahead into a clearing when she says “I see him”, and Calum lets her run forward. He knows she can handle it, and he’ll be there a second after her. Mali’s silver body races into the trees, her threatening growl alerting the pack that she’s in the rogue wolf’s sight now. Calum snarls and runs faster, his pack following at an impossible speed.
When they see Mali again, she’s snapping viciously at a small gray wolf’s muzzle, who dodges her teeth narrowly.

My turn.” Calum thinks, Mali glaring at the wolf. The wolf looks at Calum and then to the rest of the boys behind him, eyes widening when he realizes he’s outnumbered. He shrinks under the glare of Calum, and his tail falls between his legs in fear.

This is my territory.” he growls. “Get the fuck out before I make you.

The gray wolf is sprinting into the trees before Calum finishes his threat.

Make sure he leaves.” Calum commands, Ashton and Luke racing after the rogue wolf. Calum sighs, shaking his pelt free of dirt. “Let’s go home.” he thinks. Mali bounds across the clearing to meet her brother, before a shaking bush and breaking twigs stops her in her tracks.

Calum whirls around to the sound, tilting his ears to hear breathing. Mali begins to hiss at the bush, knowing that nothing that belonged here would make a sound like that would give themselves away. Michael rushes to Calum’s side, body tense, ready to sink his teeth into anything that threatens him.

But when Calum growls at the bush, what comes tumbling out is not what he expects.

It’s a human. Michael looks to Mali in tense confusion, still ready attack on his leader’s commands, but unsure of what to do.

How did a human get to a place so remote?” Calum thinks.
Maybe she was chased here by the rogue.” Michael suggests, teeth still bared at the girl.

It’s a human girl, no more than eighteen years old, and it’s clear that she wasn’t dressed to be in the forest. A light jacket shucked over her shaking form, and a plaid skirt peeking out from underneath the jacket. She’s small, he thinks. She would probably be a little taller than his wolf’s height. Her bronzed skin was muddied, and the scent of blood begins to fill the air. Her eyes were shut, tears streaming down her face, dark black hair tousled and messy. Calum can see Ashton and Luke return, only to find a human girl in their forest. Calum halted for them to stop, and he advances towards the girl.

The girl scrambles away, her back hitting a tree and her body slumping over in exhaustion. She’s been running for a long time.

“Please don’t hurt me,” the girl sobbed pathetically, tears streaking her golden cheeks.

Finally, the girl opened her eyes, maybe to lay eyes on her killer, but Calum is taken aback.

Those eyes.

 They looked so familiar again, unlike just earlier in the day. They looked so hauntingly familiar when they’re riddled in fear, darting around the forest, searching for an escape route perhaps. They looked so familiar when they were looking for a saviour.

Calum lowers his head, and pushes his ears back flat against his fur almost involuntarily.

He doesn’t want to, but an overwhelming instinct to submit washes over him, and it’s as if he were never an alpha. The girl only watches in fear and shock when Calum’s ears pushes back, and he yips in protest.

It’s as if someone takes over his body. Something pushes his ears back flat against his fur, something pulls his head lower and lower to the ground, until his eyes are trained on his own muddied paws. His muscles strain to regain the powerful stance of an alpha that he is, but his head feels so heavy, as if someone is placing weights on him.
Is this how Luke feels? he thinks.

He can feel the shock of his friends, and a small whisper of his name from Mali causes his alpha instincts return.

He fights the overwhelming desire to submit to this human girl, digging his claws into the forest floor and snarling. His muscles are trembling against the invisible force that claws painfully at his muzzle and neck, and he’s almost there, he’s almost standing tall and mighty again when his eyes fall back to the girl who is panting against a tree and suddenly he’s being dragged down to the ground again. It takes a single glance at her for the claws to return, for the choking weight to fall on his back again, and for once in his time as an alpha, he’s scared.
A fearful whimper falls from Mali-Koa’s throat as she watches her brother struggle against seemingly nothing. It looks as if his body is fighting himself, as if a war was raging inside of her brother, and perhaps there was.

He’s sure the rest of the pack can feel it. Calum doesn’t know if they’re feeling his struggle, fighting his own instinctual alpha confidence to return, how he’s fighting so hard for something that is already his. But he’s sure that the pack can feel his fear.

Calum can’t go back to the way it was before, the way it was when he was being controlled, when the invisible force that weighs him down now wasn’t so invisible years before.
And he thinks that it’s this fear that triggers his strength again.

His claws dig into the ground, and he pushes against the force that threatens to knock him down again. He bares his teeth and releases a malicious snarl. And he’s almost raising his tail from between his hindquarters when the girl emits a fearful whimper that seems to elicit the force of a crushing blow to the struggling alpha, and it sends him tumbling down to the floor below him.

Michael watches as Calum curls into himself on the floor, almost underneath her feet, a look of resigned acceptance shining in his alpha’s eyes.

Calum.” Michael’s deepened whisper reaches Calum’s ears and it only worsens the pounding of his head, as if his mind is still fighting to overcome the force that sent him to the floor. Mali-Koa creeps silently to stand next to Michael, and glances at him with anxious eyes. Calum may not be the alpha of his sister, but he had strong mental ties to her, rightly so, and it was affecting both siblings.
Get up, Cal.” Mali thinks, her thoughts immediately echoing in Calum’s mind, and he tries to move, but the force only grows stronger, and seems to clamp down on his paws, pinning him to the forest floor.
Calum!” came Ashton’s deeply concerned voice.
“C’mon Cal!” Luke’s deepened voice pipes up in his mind, and the only response the bronze wolf receives from his mighty alpha is a resigned, miserable chuff of air.

Calum’s lack of ability to even create a reply to his pack makes it clear to himself– he’s lost.
  There’s a moment of silence after Calum’s chuff of air, where the only sounds are the breathing of the wolves and the girl, and the natural sounds of the forest.

Calum’s eyes travel to his sister, looking at her dejectedly, knowing there was nothing he could do to fight whatever seemed to be overcoming him.

Calum’s muzzle rests by the girl’s feet, and she pulls her feet back, away from the jaws of the wolf she’s sure could rip off her limbs. But something tells her, touch it.

The girl raises her arm, fingers shaking with uncertainty, and her hand inches closer and closer to Calum’s snout, eliciting the start of an aggressive growl from Ashton.
No.” Calum’s voice startles Ashton and cuts off the growl that was growing inside his throat.

The girl watches Calum with careful eyes, and for the first real time, Calum looks at her eyes.

They’re a bright hazel in the sun, framed by eyelashes that sweep upwards gently. He takes in the soft curve of the girl’s nose, the short, curled black hair that frames her defined cheekbones.

The girl’s fingers get closer to Calum’s snout and Mali tenses, lowering herself, and claws extended, ready to shed blood if she needed to. Luke follows when Mali growls softly, and Michael’s claws are digging into the moss underneath him, ready to defend their crippled alpha.

The forest is quiet when the girl’s fingers touch Calum’s fur, and Mali watches in tense silence for her brother’s reaction.

The girl’s fingers run across Calum’s snout gently, ghosting over his fur, sending involuntary chills down his spine. The girl stares at Calum warily, still ready to take off should she need to. But as her fingers brush across his fur softly, a wave of something washes over Calum like water rushes over the pebbles at the beach.
The girl’s touch sends a tantalizing relaxation over Calum, his heart-beat slowing as her fingers begin to press more firmly into his fur. The sensation is so sweet and foreign to Calum that when her fingers begin to pull away, a pathetic whine leaves his throat, almost as if the alpha were begging for more of her touch.

Pathetic, he thinks. An alpha, bred for power and status, created to kill and destroy anything that threatens them, is whining for human touch like a pet dog.

But it feels so good, he thinks. The slowing heart-beat, the wave of what feels like peace washing over him as fluidly as water; it feels so impossibly good.

What are you?” the girl whispers, watching as the massive, jet black wolf melted underneath her fingertips like wax so easily.
That question was so simple to answer only fifteen minutes ago.
An Alpha.” comes Mali’s aggressive snarl. She’s had enough of watching some girl overpower her alpha brother, and what Mali wants, Mali gets.

Mali leaps out of her hiding spot, startling the girl, her hand ripping away from Calum’s muzzle.

She stands, eyes wide with fear, watching as Mali advances, lips held back in a menacing snarl, golden eyes locked on her target. A single growl erupts from her throat before she lunges.

Mali’s teeth meets warm flesh, but it’s not the girl who is harmed.

The girl is only a shrinking figure as she races across the forest, back to wherever she came from.

A booming roar that shakes the ground sends birds flying from their nests, and stops the other wolves in their tracks, whipping around to see Calum standing tall and mighty again over his sister.
His teeth are bared to Mali, who instinctively whines under the will of an alpha.

Don’t touch her.” Calum’s voice echoes in all of their minds.
Didn’t you see what she did to you?!” Mali’s incredulous bark echoed across their territory, almost as booming as her brother’s. “She turned you into a puppy with one look at her eyes, Calum.” she snarled, raising her head to look dead into Calum’s.
Shut the fuck up, Mali.” Calum snarled.
You have no control over me,” she growls threateningly, reminding Calum that she’s his sister, and not his subordinate. “You’re not my alpha.
I am an ALPHA!” Calum nearly screams in his pack’s heads, his threatening growl startling the whole pack. Mali shrinks back in both fear and instinct, never seeing her brother so angrily protective over a human. “I am an alpha, I demand respect.” he growls, baring his teeth to Mali as he advances closer and closer to the agile silver wolf.

The rest of his pack begin to whine, their instincts beginning to take over as all three wolves eventually submit to their leader.

The hierarchy was the most animalistic part of them. Calum couldn’t help but bark at them when he felt he needed to, and they couldn’t help but submit when he did– the instincts were a part of them, and they couldn’t fight the most raw part of themselves if they tried.

Calum growls threateningly at his pack who stand in line in front of him, ears pushed back and varying submissive stances on display for him. Mali still stood tall and proud, refusing to back down to her brother, even after his aggressive display, seeing as she wasn’t really a part of his pack. She wouldn’t submit until her instincts took over and physically made her. 
Luke’s eyes were averted, avoiding eye contact with Calum– instinctively submissive. His russet body was turned low to the ground, tail tucked by his side.
Ashton sat back on his haunches, shoulders pressing with Michael, who holds the same position as Calum.

Most of the pack was dark, to blend into their forest surroundings. Calum, the darkest of them all, was a fully jet black wolf, with dark, threatening eyes. His powerful posture as a wolf– large shoulders held back and dark muzzle raised upwards, was a sign of his status in the pack hierarchy. Mali, in opposite of him, was a dark gray wolf. Her and Calum shared similar eyes, but was the most agile of the boys, limbs light and built for running. Luke, a tall russet wolf with powerful limbs that were built for pouncing and mauling– if he learned to hone his body. Michael’s pelt changed colors with the season. It was a dark, muddy red now, to blend into the fall surroundings, but it would soon turn white for the winter that seemed fast approaching. And Ashton was a hazel wolf with matching eyes. His wolf looked the most expressive of them all, in contrasting to his sharp teeth and claws.

Calum growled as he stood tall over his pack, save for Mali, who would growl and snarl until the moment her animal instincts took over.

Calum padded up to Mali, growling quietly as he advanced, Mali never breaking gaze with his brother, seeming to have the most control over her instinctual urge to submit to an alpha.
I don’t care if you’re my sister.” Calum’s commanding voice echoes in the whole line-up, the two siblings’ eyes still displaying aggression. “You don’t touch a human.”

A parting growl of dominance that makes all the wolves but Mali shrink back is the last thing Calum says before he takes off into the forest, black paws pounding through the trees as the pack’s minds becomes silent.

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me: hey can I borrow a penci-
white girl who sits in the back of the class and only raises her hand to ask to go to the bathroom and they always come back at the end of class smelling like ass and weed: I HATE small talk, why can’t we just talk about something more real? like humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we suck the cum out of peoples dicks like a gogurt. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars

Humans are so cute. When we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. We say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. For pleasure, we listen to arrangements of sounds and press our lips together. We’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars

Okay but imagine Root and Shaw going on more and more missions together and them living together and caring for/tending to each other kinda like in 5x04, and as time goes on, Root gets more and more creative with the pet names/adjectives going farther than “beautiful girl”  and like the nerd she is googles synonyms for beautiful (cuz she has to constantly let Shaw know she’s beautiful and stillllll mix up life by being a lil’ shit).

“Okay my alluring angel, anything for you” *winks*

“Mm, you really are my ravishing rose, aren’t you?”

“Okay, prepossessing peach, let’s get back to business”

“Okay, foxy Froot Loop” (Shaw’s eyes would probablyyyy narrow at that one tho and Root would just grin dopily)

“Whatever you say, my fair flower”

“You’re quite arresting today, aren’t you?”(Shaw likes this one)

“You’re exquisite, y’know that?”

*sighs* You’re my little drop-dead-gorgeous dumpling (Shaw wouldn’t acknowledge this tho except for grumpily stating she wants a dumpling, to which Root could pout playfully and Shaw would smile)

“Oh, my beguiling beloved, you know I’ll always be here for you sweetie”

“Little divine dewdrop, we should head back now”

Literally any googled, ridiculous name possible.

And Shaw just huffs and rolls her eyes at almost all of them but she cracks a smile every once in awhile because Root is her idiotic nerd and she knows Root just thinks she’s beautiful :) 

Under the oak tree

Summary: Phil sits across from Dan every day whilst he studies.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: None

Under The Oak Tree

The sky was a brilliant blue colour up above, littered with slight smudges of white and dark grey like the slip of an artists wrist across a masterpiece or a kitchen counter topped with spilt milk. The slightest hint of yellow shone shyly behind one of the smudges, only parts of itself filtering through. A bit like Dan’s life really. A metaphorical cloud standing in front of him, only letting a few wisps of who he actually was escape into the atmosphere. The rest remained a mystery, trapped behind the cloud for only Dan to know about. Dan sighed as he opened his book. Maybe if he spent less time staring up at the sky and pondering metaphors, he would actually get some work done. Maybe.

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with these new experiential means the town had a whole different feel to Lucy. everything hummed with tendrils of chocolate and tasted of theremin shaded in static and stardust. but citrus twanged and pinched against her heart as she walked about at night. so finally one night she decided to walk to the nearer edge of town, and out into the desert, in its radiant clarinetting purr and absolute shortbreaded and celloed darkness. the stars above sighed dewdrops and little cosmic dove-songs, and Lucy let herself hum along with them.

then their song shifted.

she wasn’t alone with the desert.

[Hello?] she hummed softly. very slowly she put her fingers to the handle of her obsidian knife. better be safe.

[Is… someone there?]