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It's all fun and games till your friends end up DEAD and there are bloodstains on your hands that won't leave no matter how hard you SCRUB the skin. ________________ M!A: None but accepting [Indie TW RP Blog] Formally Falsumsomniator

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Everything you love is here

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Even if it may seem I only rp with a few certain people

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I am always open to rp with anyone else. Don’t be afraid to come ask me, or just jump into one of my open posts

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skinnydefenselessheroism nobodyisbatman

is that a death thread i see

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nobodyisbatman: 

Scott snorts, fingers sliding beneath Stiles’ shirt to draw lazy circles against the bare of his back. “I won’er how many hidden dicks Chef’s consumed over the years.” He reaches out for the gummy worms that are on the table and manages a handful, dangling one over Stiles. “Here.”

His boyfriend’s voice slurs ever so slightly. He must be buzzing too. Stiles presses further into his chest and his eyes go heavy lidded. “At least thirteen. At least.” He snorts and opens his mouth, using his teeth to snatch at the gummy worm. Stiles groans happily at the taste and runs his fingers over Scott’s bicep. 

“Tasty.”

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( x ) Dylan O’brien Demi Magazine

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nobodyisbatman:

ifbatmanwasasidekick This is probably the best he’s felt in weeks; he’s got a good high, but beyond that, he’s got an armful of Stiles draped across his chest and Gordon Ramsey is bellowing at someone on TV. It’s everything Scott’s ever wanted. “So like, if you got to go on Hell’s Kitchen, what would be your signature dish?” This is important information.

It’s been a rough few months. Some days he can’t force himself out of bed and the thought of leaving his house has him on the verge of a panic attack. But today is not a bad day. Scott bought weed over and he feels like he’s floating as they watch Hell’s Kitchen.

“...Some kind of dessert with a hidden dick joke, probably. Stilinski’s Stick. Its a pretzel dipped in some kind of sauce.” 

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Oops, I did it again.

I’m pretty inactive/only replying to a few threads again!

I’m not on my tumblr much since I’ve been packing/preparing to move into my dorm Saturday. 

Hopefully regular activity will return shortly 

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Theo VS Stiles VOID

I spent way too long on this. Apologies for the grossness & murder. I love Cody Christian! He’s a delight, protect him forever. Theo not so much. Sorry for killing Theo. Sort of.  Theo, VOID has a score to settle with perfect cinnamon roll Scott McCall so you gotta get in line..or well. Out of line.  

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nobodyisbatman:

ifbatmanwasasidekick replied to your post:i feel strangely honored that you used a poop face…

“resident poop referencing mun val” should be your title

can this be a thing? heRE FOR IT. 

i officially declare this a thing 

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imagine season 1 scott meeting season 5 scott. imagine season 1 scott seeing how broken he is, how much has changed in just a few short years. the way that he doesn’t smile anymore, that look in his eyes. imagine season 5 scott realizing what this must be like for season 1 scott, hearing the way his heartbeat picks up just a little bit, being able to feel how scared this child is. so season 5 scott tries for a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, dropping a hand to the other’s shoulder and telling him “It’s okay.” Because it will be for the other, at least for a little while longer. And why dim that light so soon?

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3x06 / 5x09

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nobodyisbatman: 

This time, Scott listens. There’s still something broken in his gaze as he listens to the way that Stiles describes killing a person, but there’s something more than just fear there. He understands. He understands, would’ve understood if Stiles had just told him in the beginning, but there’s no time for that. Not now.  Even still, there’s a bit of a flinch at the declaration that Stiles doesn’t feel bad about what happened, doesn’t feel bad about taking a life and while Scott almost wishes that Stiles had omitted that little bit of information, it’s out there in the open. Like it should’ve been from the beginning. “That’s not– that’s not what he said, he said you–.” And Scott understands now what Stiles has been trying to tell him along. When this is all over, they have to talk. Actually talk, and not just about this, but about everything. And God Scott wishes they had the time for it now, but they don’t, not when everything is still falling apart. Still, there’s time enough for Scott to close the distance between them, and not only the literal distance but figurative as well, and wrap his arms around Stiles in a hug. Like he maybe should’ve done a long time ago.

Stiles sees the twitch on Scott’s face when he ells him about his lack of guilt. Donovan was going to kill his father, he’s not going to feel bad for stopping that. He’s only got one parent left and he’ll tear this town apart to keep him safe. 

He’ll face his father’s disappointment and disgust if that means the Sheriff’s heart doesn’t stop. 

He opens his mouth to speak but closes it when words won’t form. Who’s he? Stiles wants to ask Scott, but he’s sure he knows the answer. Theo wasn’t above manipulating Stiles of all people, he wouldn’t pass up the chance to skew Scott’s mind as well. Theo is smart, like Stiles. He does whatever to get what he wants--even if that means screwing people over. Theo would have loved Peter.

Stiles lets out a sharp, strangled noise when Scott’s arms find their way around him. Out of reflex he’s squeezing back, clinging to Scott like he’s his lifeline. It’s nice--the way relief oozes from his pores and the much needed physical affection. 

“I”m sorry.”

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Wise Words

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blondnwitty: 

   This boy was a mundane, and he could see him. That only meant that this person had been through a lot of things that were related to the Supernatural, as if it followed him. Golden eyes narrowed in on the boy’s tool.

     “Self defense is a funny thing, isn’t it?              People do what they can to survive.”

      He knelt down to the boy’s eye level, nimble hands grasping the wrench, “So you’ve killed something, it does not make you a murderer. I know exactly how you feel. Your first kill, before you even kill something terror shows first and after you do the job in, horror sets in.” There was a glow in his golden eyes, making them brighter. 

    “I lurk in the shadows because that’s my job when trouble arises in the mundane world,”

Jace came to a stand, his hand outstretched for the other to take. “Stand up. A warrior shouldn’t be sitting down doing nothing. I overheard your conversation with that Downworlder and I’m getting a bad feeling there’s more going on in the background. Your….friend sounded confused. He didn’t know what to believe.”

Stiles scoffed. Self defense. Self defense has only gotten him into one of the biggest conundrums of his life. He went against everything his best friend stood for, he’d caused his dad worry and stress without his knowing--self defense sucks.

                          “If that’s your idea of funny I’d suggest                            you get a better sense of humor.”

He almost mentioned that this wasn’t his first kill. Possessed or not, he knew how it felt to see he life drain from someone’s face long before this incident. “First kill implies that there will be others.” Stiles leaned back on the Jeep’s hood and released the wrench to the stranger feeling oddly lighter once it was out of his hands.

“I’m no warrior.” He starts to inch off the truck anyway, reaching forward and gripping the hand extended to him. Any other day he’d be on high alert but he can’t bring himself to care. “He doesn’t believe me, that’s all that matters,” He says bitingly. “What are you?”

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nobodyisbatman: 

It’s a shock to Scott’s system. It’s like being dumped into a tub of ice water, it’s a piece of a puzzle being slipped into place. Theo told Scott about Stiles and never once had he mentioned his own transgression and it’s– Scott is suddenly aware that he has made a huge mistake. Stiles is talking, but Scott can’t hear it around the buzzing in his ears and it’s not until Stiles turns around, moving to open the Jeep door, to climb in, to leave that Scott’s moving, grabbing Stiles’ arm again. “No,” he says finally, because if he lets Stiles do this, if he lets Stiles get in this Jeep and drive away, then this is the end of the line. There’s no coming back from something like this. “No, I–.” Something isn’t right. Scott needs–. He needs to hear Stiles say it. “You’re not– you can’t–.” His grip on the other tightens, just a fraction. “Tell me what happened that night.”

Stiles barely gets his hand on the handle when Scott's hand is on his hand. He twists around, eyes reddened and looking as tired as he feels. However then Scott’s asking him to speak; he wants to know his side of the story.  

Something twist in Stiles’ stomach and it feels suspiciously like hope. He tries to smother it.

“I--” Stiles takes a deep breath. “I was fixing my Jeep and it was so smokey. I was all alone until I wasn’t--Donovan was behind me and he--he used his hand to bite me.” Its sounds ridiculous so he reaches up and pulls down his collar, twisting so Scott can spot the still tender wound.

“Then I ran. I got into the library and he kept taunting me. Talking about my dad like he was the scum of the Earth--and I still didn’t do anything. But then,” He bites his lip and drops his hand from his shirt. The rain is lightening up. “It gets blurry. I’m climbing up that metal case and he’s climbing after me. I pulled that pin out and a bunch of pols and scraps fell--

He was impaled. He died there. I called the police but there wasn’t a body when they showed up.” Stiles levels Scott with a look. “but I don’t feel bad about it. Not like you’d like me to.”

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