Scira: Audio: Where We Land
14 TRACKS | 1h→
L I S T E N
motel pool - travis garland // alone together - daley // come as you are - yuna // burning man (3: 16) - jhene aiko // where to land - travis garland // clarity - zedd x foxes // am i wrong - nico & vinz // stay with me - sam smith // spaceship coupe - justin timberlake // pink matter - frank ocean // 5 senses - jeremih (echo) // alone - jmsn (kasette)
B O N U S: blue electric roses - travis garland // bravest everything - yuna
you’re my backbone
you’re my corner stone
✿ late night sketch of braeden from twitter
scerek poetry slam au + palette: considering that he’s his Pack’s and his family’s resident fuck up, Derek is probably a bit… overprotective of the biweekly Friday night poetry slams at his favorite coffee shop. they’re his time to shine, and his time to feel like less of a werewolf disaster, and his time to have something nice that he hasn’t ruined already.
so, he really, really doesn’t appreciate it when this new guy, Scott McCall—an Omega who might as well be an Alpha, right down to having the Island of Misfit Toys for a pack and getting invited to all of Talia’s meetings with other Alphas in the area—swoops into Friday nights with his perfect smile and his perfect hair and his freaking dimples, stealing all of Derek’s attention. deservedly so, to be fair, because his poems are perfect, but still. Beacon Hills is Hale territory and Derek was here first. it’s the principle of the thing.
But by far the worst part of Scott McCall’s perfect freaking everything? Is the part where first, he’s too nice for Derek to stay upset with him. then, it’s the part where he can’t get Scott out of his head, no matter what he tries. and finally, it’s the part where, every time they accidentally end up talking, Derek can’t help thinking that maybe (just maybe), Scott feels something for him, too—and Derek has no idea what to do with this.
…well, no idea aside from, “write new poems for Friday nights and hope that Scott asks him out first.” because sure, Derek could just ask Scott out himself, but… well, he’s the family fuck up for a reason, right? so it doesn’t matter that asking Scott out should be easy: Derek’s pretty sure that, if he tried, he’d probably find some way or another to completely spoil everything.
scott mccall, seventeen years old and taking a town onto his shoulders with strength he doesn’t feel he knows how to use. scott mccall standing up, saying i’m going to save everyone.
scott mccall who feels every death like a punch in his gut. scott mccall who doesn’t want that to happen to anyone else—friends, stranger, pack, enemy. he’ll bend over backward to keep everyone alive.
and wouldn’t it be easier, if he’d just sat back? wouldn’t it be easier if he never got himself embroiled in all this, when deaths started happening, bodies started turning up, he just sat back, focused on his schoolwork and let someone else handle it? but he can’t. he can’t.
so he fights, so he tries, so he gets back up
because he can’t let anyone else get hurt. this is his town. his home. his responsibility. his duty.