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IND. THEO REAKEN OF TEEN WOLF / PENNED AND LOVED BY IVY.

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y'all i ain't dead, can you believe

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      i  told  you .   they  upset  him .   they  shouldn’t  have  done  that .      //      ind.   will  byers   of  netflix’s  stranger  things.   penned  by  ivy.

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i did a thing.

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i did a thing.

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me reading any of my own writing: what the fuck are you talking about

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me: notices ur online / also me, immediately: slides in to smooch u <3 - ur gf

      @defendered   loves  me  that  much  can  y’all  believe

            insert  a  smoochy  gif  here ,  henlo  ,  i  love  u  to  bits   ❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

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                  ❝     YOU     REALLY     ARE     SOMETHING     ELSE     ,     THEO     .     ❞     eyes     cast     him     a     fierce     look     /     softened     the     moment     they      landed     upon     him     ,     arms     evenly     crossed     above     her     chest     .     couldn’t      pin     point     EXACTLY     what     ,     but     there      definitely     was     something     intriguing     her     &     not      instinctively     wrap     her     whip     around     him     .     ❝     a     werewolf     .     .     .     &     a     werecoyote     .     not     classified     as     A     DOWNWORLDER      ,      then     what     .     ❞

@hellrepents     !

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‘      it  truly  is  a   mystery.      ’            spoken  in  a   deliberate   monotonous  voice,  as  the  corner  of  his  lips  curls  upward.   he  turns  towards  her,  mimics  her  pose,  lets  his  arms  cross  at  his  chest.   he  doesn’t  have  to  comment  on  the  amount  of  amusement  her  puzzlement  brings  him ;   it’s  all  over  his  face.            ‘      ---  i’m  thinking  of  leaving  it   unsolved.      ’

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FINDSBODIES .

      it’s   never   truly   over   ,  is   it   ?   with   the   anuk - ite   defeated   and   the   fear   gone   ,   monroe   and   her   following   were   still   on   the   hunt   for   supernatural   beings.   ‘   do   you   really   want   an   answer   ?   ’   the   words   roll   off   of   the   tip   of   her   tongue   ,   eyes   moving   from   her   cell   to   the   male.

brows  furrow,    allowing  a  strand  of  hair  to  slip  down  across  his  forehead.   he   bites   the  inside  of  his  cheek,  lets  himself  look  over  at  the  other  ---  though  not  directly  at  her  face  for  longer  than  a  split-second,  which  has  his  gut   clenching   with  regret  ---  then  shrugs  gently,  in  genuine  uncertainty.            ‘      i  guess  not.   it’s  pretty  much  a  rhetorical  question  at  this  point,  i  think.      ’            a  pause.            ‘      we  all  know  the  answer.      ’

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EYES  NARROW  AT  THE  SUPERNATURAL  BEING     /     hand  pick  up  the  glass  of  whiskey  from  the  bar  surface     &     downing  the  remains  in  one  sip     .     ❛     what     ?     ❜     sharp  as  a  whip     :     chin  lift     &     crown  tilt  to  the  side     .                    @hellrepents     !

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tension   spreads  in  broad  shoulders,     hands  stiffly  laid  on  the  surface  before  him,  leg  bouncing  up  and  down  nervously  on  the  bar  stool.   he   glances   at  the  bartender,  then  keeps  his  eyes  on  his  own  hands.   her  presence  is   familiar.   he  doesn’t  want  to  know   how.            ‘      aren’t  you  working ?   are  you  allowed  to  drink  on  the  job ?      ’

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hi i'm alive

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whosmiled:

if u follow i*uriis or think ruthlessblood is lying block me

if u follow i*uriis or think ruthlessblood is lying block me

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someone: if you are a rp blog then how come you never post any replies?

me: *sweats*

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it is a bad time to be alone. inside of me feels like a very small set of claws is slowly peeling away my insides, bit by bit. like it doesn’t really hurt until the movie on tv has a happy family in it. like christmas songs make me close my eyes and breathe slowly. like don’t talk to me about snow. 

it is a bad time to be lonely. the house is full and people are laughing but i am apart. i feel temporary. like i’m both inside the house and outside, watching through glass the yellow light of something that isn’t mine. like i’m borrowing it. like these people don’t know me and they won’t try to and i don’t blame them for it.

i miss belonging. i miss stealing food out of the fridge and teaching the dog new tricks and laughing so hard i cry for it. i miss a loud house that doesn’t make me flinch. i miss swelling up with joy in preparation for christmas rather than bracing for it. 

the little claw inside me digs, and digs, and digs.

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being  brave  is  messy.  being  brave  is  walking  forward  when  you  thought  you  couldn’t  even  stand.  being  brave  is  doing  the  right  thing  no  matter  the  consequences.  being  brave  is  being  selfless.        by  alex      x

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