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15 August 2012 @ 12:26 am
SPICE UP YOUR LIFE: A TEEN WOLF FICATHON  
So, Teen Wolf fans, WHO WANTS TO SEE A LITTLE VARIETY? While I’ve been assured that Sterek is the #1 forever girl of Teen Wolf pairings, how about we challenge ourselves with a ficathon in honour of all the other pairings this show has to offer? I KNOW IT’S HARD TO BELIEVE OTHER PAIRINGS EXIST BUT I FEEL LIKE WE CAN ACCOMPLISH IT IF WE REALLY TRY. For inspiration, I threw together this graphic filled with the very few, rare glimpses of other pairings in action (it’s a stretch, but we’ll just have to use the power of our ~imaginations~). 


It’s like a rare pair ficathon! AND THE RARE PAIRS ARE LITERALLY ANYTHING THAT ISN’T STEREK. 

RULES:
1. No Sterek. THIS MEANS NO FIC WHERE THE MAIN PAIRING IS STILES/DEREK (I will accept it as a background pairing if you must). Seriously. Don’t even try. No. If you want Sterek go to any other ficathon, AO3, tumblr tags, google, tweet the cast (don’t do this), and I’m sure you will find some! This isn’t about Sterek-bashing, or hating the pairing, this is just about taking a page out of the Spice Girl’s book and SPICING UP OUR LIVES. ADDIN’ A LITTLE SALT AND PEPPER TO THE TEEN WOLF FANDOM. What I am trying to say is: don’t yell at me. I am just trying to enrich all our lives. If you want to run your own Sterek Ficathon, I will even support you by adding a link to the bottom of this page for those who really need it. But here? NO STEREK

2. Um, ALL OTHER PAIRINGS ARE OKAY? Ship Stiles and Derek with anyone else! Experiment. Shuffle up character names and go at it. There are characters who’ve shared a single scene and scored sexual tension with each other. Seriously. Seriously.

3. Anon is on, you don’t have to use it. Cool. CoolCoolCool.

4. WE ARE BRADLEY COOPER AND THERE ARE NO LIMITS. Prompt as much as you like! Pair up as many people as you like! Anything can be filled as many times as (super) humanly possible. YOU CAN WRITE AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE. FICS CAN BE AS LONG AS THEY WANT. THIS FICATHON NEVER ENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (kidding, people get bored, it will end)

5. Art is welcome, if that’s what you’re into. 

6. Have fun. Get sexy. Get smutty. Write a buddy cop fic! GO GEN. Dream up some wacky AU’s. Aside from rule #1, I don’t even care what you post. PLAY NICE WITH ONE ANOTHER. I don’t want any drama, Spice Girls. 

PROMPT FORMAT:

You know the drill: OPTIONAL PAIRING + PROMPT, for example: 

Deaton/Melissa McCall + Deaton fills Mrs. McCall in on the supernatural and what a super star her son is, OVER A SEXY DINNER.



ALRIGHT WE GOOD? HAVE FUN. 
 
 
 
christhemsworth: pic#118451090christhemsworth on August 15th, 2012 04:37 am (UTC)
scott/chris + just two single dudes on the rebound
insert coffee to activate: Jake is sooo excited!heard_the_owl on August 15th, 2012 07:35 pm (UTC)
I WILL PAY A QUADRILLION PRETEND DOLLARS TO ANYONE WHO WRITES THIS PAIRING.
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grill me a cheese: wankerhaha1205 on August 15th, 2012 04:38 am (UTC)
scott/isaac, isaac takes scott out shopping to buy the required black leather jackets to be a Real Werewolf™

Edited at 2012-08-15 04:41 am (UTC)
happyevraftr: TW hobrien boathappyevraftr on August 17th, 2012 02:08 am (UTC)
This is such an adorable prompt! I wrote up a little something. It's right at 1k, rated T. Hope you enjoy!

Everybody's Doing It!

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"You're kidding right?” Scott asks incredulously, peering at Isaac over the rack of leather jackets. The department store he’s been dragged into smells overwhelmingly like cheap perfume and an unpleasant mixture of people’s scents. The lighting is weird too, set just right so people think they look better than they do in the store mirrors. It’s all annoying and too much on his sensitive senses.

Isaac grins at him and lifts one of the coats up. “I think this one will fit.” He steps around the display and shoves it towards Scott.

Scott lifts his hands up and takes a step back, shaking his head. “Hell no. There’s no way I’m wearing one of those.”

Isaac clucks his tongue and smiles mischievously. “But Scott, if you’re going to be in the Super Secret Werewolf Club you have to wear the uniform!”

“Absolutely not.” Scott deadpans.

They stare each other down for a good second before Isaac’s face softens and he looks up at Scott from under his lashes. “Please. For me?” The adorable puppy dog face really shouldn’t work, but Isaac does it so well and he can feel his resolve faltering.

“You know I don’t like being in Derek’s pack. Why would I want to wear something that constantly reminds me of that,” he whines. The truth of it all, is that he only stays in Derek’s pack because Isaac is there. They’re friends now, good friends, and he doesn’t want to force Isaac to choose a side or feel like his loyalty is split. It wouldn’t be fair.

“But you are part of the pack, and right now you’re screwing up the awesome mojo when we go out together. At least try it on,” Isaac practically begs.

“The only way I would put something that tacky on is if I got something out of it. Like sex or a new car or something awesome- which isn’t going to happen, so no. Just no.” Scott says, trying to stay strong.

“Well, you never know- one of those things could happen.” Isaac says and then winks. He winks. At Scott. A blush creeps up his cheek at the implied meaning and his stomach churns in nerves as he sees the matching red staining Isaac’s cheeks, like he couldn’t believe he’d done that.

Edited at 2012-08-17 02:12 am (UTC)
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something like a terminator: bb | now there's that fear againpartaken on August 15th, 2012 04:38 am (UTC)
i'm so serious right now this is the most serious i have ever been in my life
Scott/Isaac + Beauty and the Beast AUish, Scott is Belle, Isaac is the Beast (Derek is Gaston).
christhemsworth: pic#118451090christhemsworth on August 15th, 2012 04:41 am (UTC)
THERE IS A SERIOUS POSSIBILITY I MIGHT FILL THIS
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christhemsworth: pic#118451090christhemsworth on August 15th, 2012 04:40 am (UTC)
isaac/erica/jackson + LITERALLY ANYTHING, let’s pretend Jackson isn’t possessed and start from there.
something like a terminator: beaton | bad girlpartaken on August 15th, 2012 04:42 am (UTC)
Scott/Danny + they are spies for competing agencies and keep meeting during missions, and Scott really likes Danny's cologne.
ships on a wine-dark sea: stopping for suppliesarboretum on August 15th, 2012 04:54 am (UTC)
GOD I'M USELESS I JUST WANT TO LIKE YOUR POSTS AND THEN COME BACK AND SEE IF SOMEONE WRITES THEM :3
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christhemsworth: pic#118451090christhemsworth on August 15th, 2012 04:42 am (UTC)
isaac/stiles + lonely hearts club, lydia’s rejects
christhemsworth: pic#118451090christhemsworth on August 15th, 2012 04:43 am (UTC)
scott/isaac + DEATON GIVES ISAAC A JOB AT THE VET CLINIC, they flirt.
wings little monster, listen to my soup bones: nh ♔ whatever i'm gettingthedisgruntled on August 15th, 2012 10:31 pm (UTC)
AHHHH PLEASE
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christhemsworth: pic#118451090christhemsworth on August 15th, 2012 04:46 am (UTC)
erica/boyd + they start a denim jacket pack of their own, they flex and bust isaac out of the hale house
something like a terminator: marvel | golden agepartaken on August 15th, 2012 04:47 am (UTC)
Lydia/Erica + Erica needs tutoring in something, and Lydia was looking for a way to get extra credit.
What the crunk?: stockingsaroundmyhands on August 16th, 2012 04:27 am (UTC)
Come and Get Me
Erica/Lydia



Perhaps it wasn't smart of Erica to walk into a situation without first knowing what she was going up against. That was usually Derek’s rule. Or really, it was the rule Derek preached and never himself practiced, but Erica was never one to let good advice pass her by when she heard it. Nonetheless, when she’d asked Lydia for tutoring in chemistry, she had sort of assumed that Lydia would accept on the grounds that it made her necessarily better than someone any just one more thing. While Erica didn’t exactly enjoying the vaguely humiliating feeling of asking for help—werewolf powers had spoiled her into believing she could do most things herself and in all the leather she could hope for—she also knew that some desperate part of her really wanted to get the fuck out of this town and that required a stellar GPA to get into a college far, far away from Beacon Hills. Lydia had notably good academics but was actually the third person Erica had asked to tutor her. Everyone else had said no. Not just no, though, hell no. They said things about Erica turning into a bitch, Erica being scary, blah blah blah. Unfortunately, she was sort of reveling too much in the satisfaction of being seen as intimidating that she didn’t even try to convince them of anything otherwise about herself. Of course, then she was kicking herself afterwards when she remembered that she needed an A on this test. Lydia was really the only other option. And Lydia easily agreed. That much Erica had totally forseen.

Erica didn’t, however, foresee being cornered as soon as Lydia met her at the library.

It was late. Probably later than she should have agreed to meet because the library was closing in half an hour but she really, honest-to-God needed to pass this chemistry test tomorrow and probably wouldn’t without Lydia’s help. Upon arrival, Lydia looked up and gave a somewhat condescending smile of acknowledgement and wordlessly tilted her head in the direction of the shelves. When she started walking in the direction gestured, Erica followed. She could smell Lydia from this far away, the girl being doused in enough body spray to make you notice her from across the room if you weren’t already drawn in by her looks. Typical.

They wove through the shelves of books, headed into what looked like the fiction section to Erica, and she was about to ask what the hell Lydia was doing when suddenly Lydia turned around and crowded up against Erica.

“I have a little condition before I do anything to help you,” Lydia murmured. Her presence alone was enough to make Erica take a step and bump into a shelving cart.

She had to mentally scold herself a second. That was a reaction that old Erica would have had. That’s the sort of thing she would have done when she was afraid of everyone. But Erica was a werewolf now, damn it. She was not about to be intimidated by Lydia Martin who, while intelligent, was about as capable of physically defending herself from Erica as the books on either side of them.

Once steady on her feet, Erica crossed her arms and glared as menacingly as possible as she said, “Oh?”

Lydia didn’t waste time, nor did she move out of Erica’s personal bubble. Her voice was still low when she said, “I want to know what the hell is going on with the loser table at our school.”

Erica snorted a laugh. “Excuse me?”

Lydia tilted her head and gave a tight smile that was obviously an attempt at patience. “Tell me what the deal is with you, Scott, and that Isaac kid and then maybe I’ll help you with your chemistry studying.”
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protein shake: grahamphookie on August 15th, 2012 04:47 am (UTC)
scott/isaac + basically getting a lil' rough in contact during lacrosse games, and both of them realizing they just wanna' have sex in the locker room or something after a game (in addition to being buddies n' all that). it becomes a regular thing they do after the first time.
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christhemsworth: pic#118451090christhemsworth on August 15th, 2012 04:51 am (UTC)
I have been wanting this ever since they did their Lydia After Dark episode. FAKE DATING.
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let's go fight some monsters.: wolf → no mirror to show and tellmadcap_shiny on August 15th, 2012 04:50 am (UTC)
allison/erica + i'll be the villain / just play the game
(Anonymous) on August 18th, 2012 12:40 am (UTC)
Um. Idek.

She knows Allison is an Argent, and one of the first things she learned is what the Argents are.

That's exactly what makes it so much fun.

Erica has spent her whole life being prey, and she's become a pro at it, at how to bend her head, hunch down; how to be invisible, how to survive. She's not invisible now, running her nails down Allison's thigh. She's still the prey, but only because she chooses to be, tipping her head back, enticing. Come to me.

And maybe that's the problem. Maybe she enjoys being chased a little too much; chased because it's her and not because she happens to be the loser who tripped over a possibly invisible chair which sticky-out legs (Stiles doesn't laugh. Stiles doesn't notice, doing a weird hand-slap thing with Scott instead that she keeps replaying in her head hours later).

Maybe that's why, after everything, after Allison stops trying to kill her and Boyd and Derek, after Erica is bitter enough to maybe hate her just a little, she sits next to Allison in class. Leans over, watches guilt flit across Allison's face. And somehow, instead of lapping up that guilt, instead of giving Allison the chance to give the apology Erica deserves, she smirks; shoves Allison's science experiment right off the table, and leans back, sprawls over her chair, satisfied, watches as Allison stutters out a lie to the teacher, covering for her.

She waits.

She ignores Allison's attempt to talk to her on the way out. The next day, she shoves Allison out of the way in the corridor, on her way to English class while half the people around stare after her. "You're kinda helpless without a bow, aren't you?" she says, two days later, when Allison is losing an argument on some incredibly tedious class topic to one of their classmates, and watches her pale and shut down, and that, oh, yes, perfect. Somewhere in the back of Erica's mind, there's a guilty twinge, but then she remembers what Allison tried to do, and it settles down almost entirely.

It's so easy after that. All she has to do is press Allison into corners, both real and metaphorical, watch Allison fight with her helplessness (and Erica knows exactly what that's like, pushes the thought out of her mind because that's exactly how she's been feeling for the past weeks, and being a werewolf was supposed to fix that - pushes Allison's buttons, digs her claws into the weaknesses Allison is stupid enough to expose), until the scale tips and Allison has had enough, and that's it, that's the moment Erica has been waiting for, when Allison lashes out, snaps, and somehow, some balance is restored to the world. Erica doesn't bite; laughs, head thrown back, arms crossed and heart beating too loudly even in her own ears, legs spread in an entirely unladylike fashion, and feels better than she has in weeks, months, years.
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mai_0701: pic#118476737mai_0701 on August 29th, 2012 05:11 pm (UTC)
Perfect prompt is perfect!
let's go fight some monsters.: wolf → i want to feel powerfulmadcap_shiny on August 15th, 2012 04:51 am (UTC)
allison/lydia + there's gonna be some hell to pay
an unholy mess of a girl.: WOLF | we all look for heavencorleones on August 15th, 2012 07:56 pm (UTC)
SUMMERTIME SADNESS
lydia/allison. post-finale.



School peters into summer, hot and lazy, the sun beating down through the windows, the back porches, heavy as rain and it sinks into their skin, a new kind of madness that they both think they could use. They steal from the Martin's liquor cabinet, make cocktails that taste terrible but pack a punch and then drowsy with heart ache and booze, they lie across the chairs spread out by the pool or crawl into Lydia's bed, slipping into the cool sheets to watch movies where things blow up and everything is fine at the end.

Allison hardly sees her father these days, hardly speaks to anyone at all, even Lydia. They spend their waking moments, quiet in each other's company. It's an odd kind of comfort; they have neither of them had friendships like this before and they revel in their new found freedom, spending hours staring into space, saying nothing, thoughts locked up under booze and swimsuits and the hum of the television.

They are watching The World Is Not Enough and drinking mimosas when Lydia asks her if she misses Scott.

It crackles in the air, feels like a pact broken and Allison lifts her head up on one arm and looks over her shoulder and only says "sometimes." She doesn't think about what that means, whether it's true or not. She doesn't know if this is the point where she should ask about Jackson, ask about the way Lydia stills crumbles at his name when it comes up during their admittedly brief interactions with the outside world. The guy at the pizza place had asked after Jackson when they'd gone by to pick up and Lydia's eyes had been red though she had not cried. Most of the time, she wears sunglasses now, when they leave the house. It's just another one of those things they are trying not to talk about.

There are other things they don't say either, not to each other. They bury the growing intimacy under the assumption that they only spend all this time together because they each need to be around someone who knows but Stiles knows and Scott knows, Allison's father has the whole history of it down and yet, they come together.

She hasn't been home in six nights. She's spent more time this summer with Lydia than she has before with any boyfriend.

They've kissed a couple of times at this point, to relieve the tedium of not talking, the slight boredom that seeps into this peaceful summer island of theirs. Languid, hot kisses, open mouthed and slow and once, Lydia's fingers curved around her ass and once, Allison cupped her breasts in her palms but that is all. Most of the time, Allison thinks she wants more but doesn't know how to ask for it, doesn't want to break whatever they've crafted here, this fragile balance that is keeping them in check.

It is only temporary, she guesses, a brief respite from reality, from the shadows that lurk outside the door. It'll start up again, she knows, with or without her grandfather and then, there'll be hell to pay.

(What she misses most, more than Kate, more than her mother, more than Scott--

She misses the road. She misses new faces and people she won't see ever again.)

Instead, she kisses Lydia's mouth, the curve of which is now as familiar as her own, presses a hand to the back of her neck and tangled like that, they wait.

Edited at 2012-08-15 07:57 pm (UTC)
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let's go fight some monsters.: wolf → ch-ch-ch-cherry bombmadcap_shiny on August 15th, 2012 04:53 am (UTC)
isaac/erica/boyd + we burn this city and go
postcardmystery: we're all works in progresspostcardmystery on August 24th, 2012 01:51 am (UTC)
they call them the diamond dogs, isaac/erica/boyd, nc-17, tw: murder



Boyd has a second's hackles, the shift of knowing when danger is coming, rippling under his skin like river-water. Erica moves like bottled napalm, is ten times stronger than her boys and goes off like a rocket if pushed-- and don't they just know it. Isaac is cunning and calm and volatile beneath it all, scars cleaned off his skin like fog off glass, but some scars, they don't ever fade.

It was a surprise to everyone but them that when they left Isaac's eyes were the ones to turn red.




"We're not the first," says Boyd, lets his claws slide, just a little, into the handles of his Harley.

Isaac tightens his grip on Erica's waist, tightens his thighs on the bike, leans in to bury his head in her hair, smirks out, "Good."




They ride into town like something Biblical, like old west cowboys with fangs instead of spurs on their boots. Their leather jackets are torn and worn and thick with the dust of the California desert, Erica's hair matted and filthy, slashed holes in the knees of Boyd's jeans.

"Who the fuck are you," says a local, says a werewolf, and Isaac slides off his shades, lets his eyes do the talking for him.




"We have a code," says the alpha who isn't theirs, and Erica bares her teeth, says, "You want to know what we did to the last people who made us live by their fucking code?"

"Girl, you ain't even eighteen years old," says the alpha, and she laughs, and laughs, and keeps laughing.




"They think we want this town," says Boyd, amused and vicious and his claws already out, leaving welts that will never scar over Isaac's hipbone, Erica's spine, and Isaac bites at Erica's neck, lets her ride him like a fucktoy, says, "Let them."




"You ain't pack," says the alpha, and Isaac goes still and hard and cold.

"You aren't either," he says, and bares his fangs.

"Kid, I could beat your ass with one hand tied behind my back," says the alpha, and Isaac smirks, steps backwards, says, "Who said anything about hands?"




"They never see the guns coming," says Erica, a hot, happy, bloody bundle in Isaac's arms, and Isaac slams her down on the hood of the car, presses Boyd down between her legs, says, "You ain't pack. Was he fucking serious?"




"Where'd you get the flamethrower?" says Isaac, and Erica rubs dirt off her cheek, watches her boys tear each other's clothes off, never stops laughing.




"Next stop: everywhere," says Boyd, laconic, and Erica revs her engine, does not put on her helmet, lets Isaac's hands slip below her belt.
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