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“The world is a bad place, and it’s time I put the bad children into time out.”
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disxusting
“The world is a bad place, and it’s time I put the bad children into time out.”
*accidentally purposely turns conversation sexual*
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[Part 1]
E R R O R: ‘the death cure’ not found
I have no words for this. [x]
“And, why are you hiding anyway?” The blonde questioned the boy some kind of curious about what he was doing. “This is not a good place to hide from someone or something”
“Uh.” Stiles thought for a moment. “Coach is looking for me,” he replied. “Prank gone wrong,”
He clicked his tongue, pausing in place. “Why are you so curious, miss....?”
“Let’s get something straight, I’m not doing this for you. I hope you rot in the deepest part of hell for what you’ve done. I want to make a deal,” She said impatiently, staring at him with anger burning in her eyes.
“Oh Lydia, where I come from is what you may call Hell,” he grinned maliciously at her, his eyes darkening. “But since you are such a fair and feisty lady, I’ll listen.” He gave her a mischievous smile. He knew it would annoy her.
“Exactly. So let’s work something out.”
“So demanding,” Stiles grinned cockily. “I like a girl that’s demanding.” He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest. “Well then, tell me what you would like... out of this?”
“I think I did” The girl laughed and then stared at the boy. “What are you doing exactly?”She questioned with an eyebrow raised.
“Uh,” Stiles looked from side to side. “Hiding, maybe.” He replied with wide eyes. “Nothing that will put anyone in the immediate vicinity in any danger?”
“I think it’s safer for others if I’m in here Stiles, I don’t want to turn into a monster.” She said softly, her voice almost disappearing at the end.
She studied his features, the same went for her. She cared more for him than she ever would her self. It was in her nature. She considered him her mate, and knew, hoped that her animal form could fix what was happening mentally.
“Like father like daughter.”
Stiles shook his head at her, holding at arms length and staring into her eyes. “How long have you known your father? A few months now? And how much of a father has he been to you? You can choose your father, Malia- you can choose yourself.”
He knew he sounded cliche ~ but he didn’t want her to think she was a monster ~
“You would get more help outside of this... place then you would inside it. I mean, what do they know about werecoyotes?” He smiled at her.
Malia let out a small sigh as she pulled away from him, she knew that’s be the answer.
“I’ve been here three weeks and counting, I don’t think I’ll be out anytime soon.” She said, moving to lean against the wall.
She ran a hand through her tattered hair, a small frown on her lips. Stiles had enough on his plate as it is she didn’t need to add to it because she would be stuck here.
“No,” Stiles shook his head. “I’m going to get you out of here.”
Stiles knew he needed help. But Malia mattered more to him than he ever did to himself, and she would be getting better help from her friends than steely men in white clothing who “cured” everything with needles or ignorance.
“Such beauty does not deserve to be in here, I don’t care how crazy you are.”
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Malia’s arms rested behind his neck, smiling into the kiss as he spoke. She had missed his touch, she’d craved his touch. Stile was one of the few people hat could drive her crazy, she didn’t understand it but she let it happen.
“We need to get out of here.” She mumbled against his. “The others will be worried and I can’t have fun with you here.”
“Fun?” Stiles grinned against her lips. “I like fun.”
His mind began to wonder at her words. “A way out...”
He couldn’t think as he was distracted by her touch, by the feel of her body pressed against his.
“I’m not allowed contact.... with the outside world.” he murmured between kisses. “It’s part of... the terms... of my admittance...”
He remembered his father signing the contract that allowed no calls, no messages, no visitations from the outside world unless authorised by his father.
He guessed it was a fair enough case. But now he realised the downsides.
What are those?
Those are Doritos.
seriously though, what the fuck are those?!
doritos. its an old bag design i know.
seriOUSLY GUYS THOUGH WHAT THE FUCKARE THOSE THINGS THEY’RE FREAKING ME THE FUCK OUT PLEASETELL ME THEYRE NOT ACTUALLY REAL
“nacho cheese” flavoured doritos brand corn chips
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marine biology side of tumblr please help
Doritos are corn chips and corn doesn’t grow underwater, ask farming side of Tumblr not me.
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#HE SAYS AS HE THROWS AWAY HIS BLACK GOO TISSUES #GOD FUCKIN BLESS JACKSON WHITTEMORE #GODDAMN