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lyrics: I bow down to pray
I try to make the worse seem better
Lord show me the way
To cut through all this worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby I just need one good one to stay
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peter summers

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Apr 13 2017, 12:14 AM

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Peter often took a detour through Kensington Gardens to get from one side of the city to the nearest tube station. He had been in a bookstore, picking up an order, and although he could have walked some way to the next stop, he was more confident with this one in question, so he saw no reason not to head that way. The weather couldn’t seem to make its mind up, so he had wrapped up fairly warm for the winds and been slightly weirded out whenever there were pockets of actual heat. Having taken this route several times- and having explored Kensington Gardens enough in his life- he didn’t need his phone out to navigate him, nor did he bother to look at the signs too much; he merely avoided the slightly larger crowds of tourists, made sure he didn’t bump into anyone, and continued at a rather leisurely pace to the other side of the park. In fact, he only paused near the fountains when a ball seemed to arrive out of nowhere and, rather than allow it to hit the water (it could harm the wildlife! There would be a rather unhappy child somewhere!), he caught it, looking around to see where it had come from. It was a rather threadbare old thing, well-used, and he couldn’t work out where the appropriate person was for it.
After some confused peering around, feeling slightly strange for standing there with a ball in hand that didn’t belong to him, a child finally ran up and he sighed in mild relief, already fixing a polite smile on his face. He had already handed it over with a rather polite, “Here you go,” when the smile froze as he had a sudden flash of recognition. He didn’t like these moments; he didn’t like thinking of things that shouldn’t be, and it stood to reason that the little girl in front of him, despite looking rather sweet, was one of those things. They didn’t even mention his eldest sister; she had, when Peter was eighteen, been rather effectively removed from his life. But every now and then, through sheer luck, they would cross paths again, and he would think, oh no, and what do I do? “Uh, where’s your mom?” he asked, still sounding rather friendly to the little girl, if wary.

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Apr 7 2017, 10:14 PM

<div class="be-like-thempesha" style="margin-bottom: -3px;">we shared a bed in which i could not sleep</div>
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Peter didn’t realise how long he had been in the gardens until he had looked up, mid-book, and realised that it was, in fact, completely dark around him. He had been taking his afternoon off as a chance to read up on a few concepts in market trading whilst simultaneously preparing for the youth group’s trip to the gardens next week (where they would be learning about sustainability and having a nice picnic together) and, having settled next to an exhibit on the life cycle of trees, he had only paused long enough to quickly scrawl a note to himself on a post-it before sticking that in his thin book. He was not in the habit of defacing books, even if he owned them. But he had gotten distracted by the rest of the chapter and by the time he was sure that he understood these concepts, night had fallen, the area around him was empty, and he fished for his phone with great trepidation, unable to comprehend how he had missed a check-in. In fact, whilst staring at his phone in surprise, his parents had phoned, and he had assured them that he was on his way home- because he was. It was ridiculous to be out so late on a Friday night.
He had headed to the nearest entrance, a little nervous about the lack of people in the gardens. He thought maybe he’d see a straggler or two, but maybe everyone else was closer to the exit than he was; he sped up appropriately, sure that the gate wasn’t actually that far. When he reached it, although he could see that it was closed, he still- just in case- reached out to push on it, even though the padlock was clearly visible. It took him half a second too long to realise he was not the only person there, and he turned, wide-eyed, to see who else was beside him; perhaps he was about to get inordinately lucky and it would be a groundskeeper of some sort. Instead, what he got was enough streetlights to see an appropriate sweater, messy hair, a similarly horrified expression. The horror, Peter realised latently, was because he recognised this person and, just like that, he went from terrified at the sight of this padlocked gate to clearing his expression entirely; there was a logical solution and he ought to remain looking calm, cool, and collected.
He broke the silence. It was important to have the upper hand. “It’s a good job you finally got around to tying your laces,” he said easily, adjusting the book in one hand so that he could look as put together as he did not feel. “Is it possible you know a different way out of here, or is that beyond you?”

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Hello! I am requesting sisters for Peter today \o/ As always, this ad is pretty open - I'm gonna describe the family as a whole, so you can understand the sort of background they have, but I don't have specific personality traits in mind (the family background should have them turn out pretty similar anyway lmao), so they're pretty open in that regard. However, they should be in Daniel's pack (my guess is that one or two of them recognise this is a bad place to be, and are making an attempt to change; they literally don't discuss werewolfism as much of a thing in the family, so no one's ever considered moving packs), at least vaguely religious/faking it for the fam, born werewolves, and bear a passing resemblance to Peter (Logan Lerman). Their names should also be classically Biblical (without being ridiculous. No Lemuels or Bilials, sorry ;c ). <p>
family background - basically, they are very Roman Catholic, although not overly preachy about it; they believe in living a quiet, humble life with God beside them always, but they're not going to aggressively convert you. Peter is, largely, very okay with things he doesn't agree with, keeps his mouth shut when he knows his opinion isn't appreciated, etc., so probably his sisters are the same. Their parents (David and Marian) expect their children to be well-behaved, volunteer in church groups, etc, and support them with subtle hints about what is right/wrong, will read their diaries, and do hourly check-ins, but aren't ever loud, demanding, or angry when their kids step out of line - because they simply don't allow that sort of shenanigan to happen in the first place. Really, they are the poster children for being #tooperfect. You can probably get a better feel for what the family is like from +Peter's application (which is very short, I promise!) ALSO I should add that they are, in fact, rolling in it, money-wise, and come from an affluent area- but, obviously, as they're #tooperfect, I doubt this comes across at first glance.
Obviously, I find it hilarious and understandable if these sisters start to shirk expectations, etc. Peter will come out as gay eventually n get kicked out, and I just think it's likely that his sisters are also hiding things from their parents, but those secrets are up to you! (Though obviously I'd prefer it if they were all different secrets for max hilarity!)

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suggested fc: leighton meester<br>
played by vicki<p>

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suggested fc: lucy hale<Br>
played by sammi<br>

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suggested fc: lily collins<br>
reserved by jess<br>


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Mar 30 2017, 06:37 PM
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Peter is exactly what you'd expect from someone raised in what is essentially surburbia. He's well-behaved, honest, mostly humble, self-effacing, generous, friendly, well-read, kind, a regular volunteer, a recognised face at his local church, a high-flying, hard-working student - and he's utterly empty for it. He puts so much time into maintaining his perfect reputation in part to make up for the fact that he's never really connected with the world around him in a way that he'd like. The good news is that he's, for the most part, made his peace with this fact about himself, in part because he doesn't think he can change it, and mostly supports other people instead of doing his own thing. He's not the person you'd go clubbing with - but he'll attend house parties, coffee shops, is down to study or help out a friend in need anytime. <p>
He takes part in sports- he swims, is the first person to throw in for some fun voluntary community service; basically, he's a good person to know if you're not a party animal. He can be a little judgy, especially if someone's lifestyle is radically different to his own, and arrogant when it comes to his own achievements, so it's best not to talk to him about his academic life because omg we'll be here for days. His family were in Cassie's pack before it changed, but because they never discuss werewolfism with anyone ever at all, simply hasn't changed packs to somewhere more suited to them; he exists somewhat on the periphery of all the drama. <p>
Peter's home life has always been about living quietly, with a great focus on the children doing well academically and socially whilst remaining deeply religious and maintaining a good relationship with God. He's a natural product of this, and can't quite fathom a life that doesn't include things like assisting with after-school youth groups or helping the elderly because that's the right thing to do. He's well-respected amongst his local community for maintaining a good balance and would hate to lose that social standing.

<p><b>friends</b> Well, he's a student so he might know a few of the students/ex-students who hang around and he doesn't live under a rock so, like I said, things like house parties, etc, are fair game, but he'll never be raucously drunk. V good for study groups and cinema trips and trying out that new art festival you're interested in. I feel like no one here is as religious as him but if u wanna meet him via that, that is cool too (maybe via the more secular voluntary things he's done?).

<p><b>enemies</b> I... don't know? He's not preachy or anything, so idk if you can find a reason to dislike him, go ahead \o/

<p><b>lovers</b> Um how dare u everyone knows that this is between him and his future wife and god only wow can't believe u would try to get involved in such a sacred relationship.

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He had never, not once, had an adventurous thought in his life.
This was, he knew, a side-effect of his upbringing, a desire easily quashed with careful and understated forays into his life at appropriate moments to ensure that he was following the correct life path. It was the phone check-ins, the media that was carefully screened before he watched it, the consistent and subtle hints on what was right and what was wrong. He was not naïve enough to assume that all children lived in a world where dinner time was scrutiny time, where there had been no point in hiding a diary because these things would be found. Some children, he was told often, had no structure in their lives, and that led to disaster.
And yet he had never heard of these children, or looked at his own life, and wanted something to shift. He had borne the hourly check-ins with good grace, answering his phone on second ring, honestly and concisely reporting his whereabouts. He had allowed his parents to invade his privacy, although he considered his life part of theirs anyway.
Adventure was, according to his parents, probably just another way of saying sin, that deceitful whisper in someone’s head that told you to do the wrong thing.
No, he would not think of that. He certainly would not want that.
He knew, distantly, vaguely, why he was thinking of it then. He knew it had everything to do with the house behind him.
He had read books. He had watched television shows and seen films and listened to music- not all of it parent-approved, although the person who had shown him these things had been- and in them, unfailingly, there was something that spurred a character on. No one stayed the same; they had a goal to achieve that was always, without a doubt, outside their comfort zone, something that pushed them further than before, that revealed their mettle, a word he’d always liked.
He was starting to worry he would never change.
This should not have been a worry. Indeed, this should be a cause for relief.
He was, and always would be, Peter Summers, celebrated son of David and Marian Summers. The life mapped out for him already said where he would go: to study, to gain a good job, to have excellent social standing within his church community, to be the first to volunteer to help and the last to do anything wrong. Soon, there would be a girlfriend- a proper one, not the shy looks shared at Bible Camp that one summer- who would become a wife, with four children of his own.
This was a fruitful, glorious life. This was the life every person in that house should and did aspire to. They wanted to be him and he-
Well, for a moment, he didn’t want to be.
It was a ridiculous, insane thought. He could no soon stop being himself than he could stop the world from turning.
But the people in the books, the adventurers, they didn’t want that. They never settled down complacently. No one had told them want to do and when they had, those people had been firmly shut down. They gallivanted off, doing their own thing, and only returned to share morals that he had never quite connected to, read the words but never attributed to himself: Be yourself. Fight for what you want. Be brave and adventure will follow.
No, no, of course he didn’t want to be like that. That would not be appropriate. That would be incorrect, wrong; that would only gain strange looks from his parents, a light laugh from his father, a good-natured sigh from his mother, a hint of, oh, what a silly thought to have!
But the party inside was for him and he worried that he was looking at the faces of these people and only seeing a reflection of himself. He would be just like that one day, sitting placidly around a dining table, passing plates to one another and smiling through an entire conversation.
He didn’t know why this worried him. He was good at it. He was singularly skilled in the realm of making these things look easy and comfortable, smoothing over awkward topics, discussing only the achievements around the table.
He hadn’t planned to leave the house. In fact, it had been unthinkable until he had rested his hand on the porch door handle, as though the cool metal would snap him out of it, but he had pushed the handle down anyway. It had been strange to sit outside on one of the two garden chairs and take a moment to breathe because he had never needed to do that before.
The party was for him. They were celebrating his academic achievements. It was the height of impropriety not to be present for every second of the evening, playing hostess’ son, accepting congratulations with humble grace and, in turn, thanking a higher power for this wonderful opportunity.
He had played his role to perfection at every similar event before.
He should not have needed a moment to think, to have to himself, to breathe a little easier. The house should not, under any circumstances, have felt constricting.
He should never have thought about the characters from the books he read.
“Peter!” He didn’t need to turn to know that it was his father- dark-haired like his son but with a distinguished smattering of grey hair, face lined in such a way that suggested he had always been bred to be this man, to raise his happy family in their close-knit home. His father didn’t sound angry; he sounded, as he always did when facing the strangeness of his son, mildly curious, but largely unruffled. Peter had never had anything to hide. “What are you doing out here? Come inside.”
He took a whole second, a beat, before he turned, expression equally unruffled, the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips, bright eyes, his expression smoothing out. “Yeah, sorry, dad,” he apologised easily, already standing up, smoothing out his shirt.
The party was, after all, in his honour. He had to greet guests and thank them for coming and carry on easy, comfortable conversations with a variety of people.
It was easy to follow his father indoors, stepping into the warm home.
He didn’t even know why he had stepped outside in the first place. It seemed like an odd thing to do, weirdly deviant, rather irregular behaviour from someone as well-behaved and conscientious as Peter.
He was certain that he had never had an adventurous thought in his life.

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