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Top 10 Teen Wolf Characters as voted by our followers → #7: Isaac Lahey ”Well, I’m a little bummed about being a fugitive but other than that I’m great.”
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queenstilinski:
Top 10 Teen Wolf Characters as voted by our followers → #7: Isaac Lahey ”Well, I’m a little bummed about being a fugitive but other than that I’m great.”
nervousnotion:
I just didn’t feel like doing any homework
requested by frenchfilmelephant
radtracks:
love me dead // ludo
love me cancerously like a salt sore soaked in the sea high maintenance means you’re a gluttonous queen narcissistic and mean
I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat And he is screaming and crying for help And maybe halfway through it has more to do with me killing him Then it ever did protecting myself And I believe that yeah, dad, maybe no one is perfect But I believe that you are pushing your luck
The front bottoms (via illest-hippy)
malblake:
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She didn’t know what to do, all she could was look around the closet and the few counted clothes within it as if they held the answer; her own heart beat wildly alike it usually never did; in fact, it was a miracle when her heart beat at all. But this… it was unwelcome, it was a worry she had not heard ever since the death of her daughter, ever since her father had pushed her against a wall and done uncountable things to her.
But this was not worry towards anyone who was linked to her by blood or body, this was worry upon someone she didn’t even know she cared about up until that moment. Sure, the two were friends, and she had actually planned to give the whole ‘seven minutes in heaven’ a trie, if anything to attempt acting like a teenager, but when the panic started she didn’t know what to do.
it wasn’t her panic, either. It was his, his breaths, his heart, the yellow of his eyes. Was he aware of that? Why was he apologising? “Isaac, breathe.” She attempted, moving to rest right in front of him, kneeling and looking at him with worried orbs that danced upon his own wihtin the attempts to make sense of what was going on.
Sure, she could see his thoughts, the horror of a freezer, the darkness, the trauma… the reason behind those images was enough to make her own heart plummet all the way to her stomach. it was as if his mind was an open book regardless of the attempts at giving him a privacy she rarely gave anyone. Oh, god, she understood. “Look at me. Please, look at me.” and she tried to reach for him, to touch him, to attempt a comforting contact to relax him.
But he was panicking and she didn’t want him to panic even further. “Don’ apologise, jus’ look at me. Look into me eyes. Please.” And though she truly attempted to relax him, the worry showed in her own glance, her own means of looking into his orbs and dancing within them hoping to make him stop.
How could she, though? It had been centuries since she’d last cared about anyone, and even such had ended in sorrow, even for that she hadn’t been enough. How could she attempt to be enough to relax him? “Ya’re safe, ya’re with me…” She whispered, wishing to hold his hand, his arm, hell, his cheek. Words she had once upon a time whispered to her dying little girl. Words she once swore she would never speak again. “…breathe an’ look at me. A’m righ’ here, ya’re okay.”
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“Mallory...” Isaac choked back his tears, leaning his head against the wall behind him as he heaved in and out, hoping to catch his breath and yet, he couldn’t. He felt like the four walls around him were closing in on him, slowly diminishing the air circulation in the small closet. He felt like his lungs were being crushed within his chest cavity. The creaking noises of the freezer hinge before the loud slam of the freezer door echoed within his ears. It all felt too real -- like he was really in the small, rectangular hell he had spent nights in when his father demanded he did.
And he wanted it to end. Even with the bite, there were times where he still felt powerless and alone.
“We have to get out of here. I need to get out.” Isaac’s eyes were glowing yellow within the darkness of the closet. He shouldn’t have agreed to play this stupid game. He thought he would be okay. He thought he would have been over this now -- the fact that he wasn’t was what killed him. “I can’t stay in here. I need air. You’re not safe, Mallory. Not in here with me.”
The last time he was stuck in an enclosed space, when he was forced to stock janitor’s closet with supplies with Allison, Isaac didn’t fare well. They were trapped and he had hurt her. No matter how many times he apologized, he couldn’t forgive himself -- he didn’t want to make the same mistake again here, even if he couldn’t control it.
Isaac sucked in a breath of air, closing his eyes and lowering his head so his friend couldn’t see his eyes. He took deep breath after deep breath, his hands curled into tight fists. It would never end. It couldn’t end -- not until he was out of the closet and away from people who could get hurt because of him. Even the constant reminders that his father was dead, killed by a giant lizard didn’t help. Healing the scars of the past, mentally and physically when traumatized like he was well, it was next to impossible -- even if he was a werewolf
But he focused. He focused on Mallory’s voice and concentrated on imagining he was running through the woods with Scott, doing their next rescue mission. It was helping -- the pressure was finally vanishing but, even then, the memories never faded.
They were stuck in his mind, no matter how strong he was. No matter who he had at his side. His strength and pack just made it easier to carry that burden.
pauleski:
“I guess this is the part where i say something witty. I’m not witty.”
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Let's talk about 'take your time'
msmysticundead:
When I say ‘take your time’, what I mean is:
Take. Your. Time.
If you have muse for another thread? You can reply to that.
If you have muse for another character? Guess what; you can reply to that too.
If you’re getting feels for another ship? OMFG. YOU H0R. No, seriously. You can reply to that, lmfao.
If you’re overwhelmed with other threads? It’s okay; seriously. I don’t hate you, I don’t think any less of you. You get to ours when you can.
If you want to drop a thread because you’ve lost inspiration with it; same as above. I don’t hate you. I’d rather you told me than fretted and thought omfg she’s gonna hate me when actually, the opposite is true.
Muses can be fickle, fickle things and I shouldn’t have to say this but when dipshits come out with stuff like ‘take your time doesn’t mean you can reply to something else’ — actually, it does with me.
Anybody who plots with me, RPs with me, even talks to me; I love. Dearly. And when they reply I squeal like a mad thing because omg the flawless (seriously).
RPing is meant to be fun, lovelies. Don’t suck the fun out of it by being passive aggressive and a bit of a twat by saying shit things like that.
Take your time means take your time — it’s YOUR character, your blog. You reply to who you want when you want or when you’re ready/have the muse, okay? <3
dontcryformeargent:
“–I would love for it to be that easy; but there are too many people involved. My dad? Lydia? You? I’m not going to let anyone else I care about get hurt or killed. Not if I can help it. Even if that means that i’ll never get that life I have in my head.”
“Allison...” Isaac sighed, moving to sit at the brunette’s side. He leaned his head against the wall behind him, breathing out gently while processing everything the girl was saying. He felt like he understood, especially after losing Boyd and Erica but, half of him -- well, he felt like he couldn’t help Allison and that hurt more that anything. “Just know that wherever you go, I’ll go. You’re not alone.”
PARKS && RECS MEME (P2.)
wingshead:
“I really like you, but you are a terrible person to talk to about personal stuff.”
“We should talk soon because I almost bought a toe ring the other day.”
“You know when you go to the ATM and get money—is there an actual guy that stands there and gives you money?”
“You sound like a tampon commercial. ”
“I once forgot to brush my teeth for five weeks. I didn’t actually sell my last car. I just forgot where I parked it. I don’t know who Al Gore is and now I’m afraid to ask.”
“We can just sit back and take it easy. But instead we’re going to lean forward and take it hard. ”
“Good, I hate paperwork. I hardly ever do it in my bed on a Saturday night listening to old Spice Girls CDs.”
“If all goes well, this might be one of the last times I get to speak to you.”
“It was a pizza stuffed with little pizzas. And the crusts of those little pizzas were stuffed with chocolate.”
“There has never been a sadness not cured by breakfast food.”
“I got you a going away present. I’m finally deleting you from my phone.”
“I’ve been reading up on nipples.”
“Everything is amazing. Today is perfect. And I love you.”
“You can trust me because I don’t care enough about you to lie.”
“Time is money, money is power, power is pizza, and pizza is knowledge, let’s go!”
“First rule. No conversation lasts longer than 100 total words. I have used 9. You have used 20.”
“Remember when last year no one got flu shots because there was a rumor they’d turn you European?”
“You poetic and noble land mermaid.”
“I formally retract my hug.”
“I am not a sore loser. It’s just that I prefer to win and when I don’t, I get furious. ”
“This will be blown way out of proportion! You have my word on that!”
“Your heart’s in the right place. Your heart and your butt.”
“Right now my gut is telling me we’re going to listen to Mariah Carey the whole way home.”
“The hug machine is here! Smiling on all cylinders!
“It’s my favorite kind of battle. Two men enter. One me leaves!”
“Well, I think you have several options. They’re all terrible. But they’re options.
“I only tell the truth when it makes me sound like I’m lying.”
“I am 100 percent sure I am 0 percent sure of what to do.”
“No one achieves anything alone.”
“Is that a drawing of my reproductive system saying ‘Let’s Do This’?”
“You are so brilliant and kind and stupid-hot!”
“I don’t entirely understand the behavior of young people. Recently we engaged in something called a group hang. It was like a date but there were seven other people there.
“I’m allergic to sushi. Every time I eat more than 80 pieces, I throw up.
“I don’t know if you know this, but things with fat in them taste way better than things that don’t!
“When I get bummed out I take my shirt off because the bad feelings make me feel sweaty.”
“Breakfast food can serve many purposes.
“Thinking about my future. I am deeply ridiculously in love with you. And above everything else, I just want to be with you forever.
“Seriously, did you eat farts for lunch?”
“Take the easy way out. I always do. It’s easy!”
“I love this idea and I love me for thinking of it.”
“I am big enough to admit I am often inspired by myself.”
“Number one is being able to run 2 miles in under 25 minutes. That’s a typo right? That’s not humanly possible.”
“First of all, you did the right thing by hiding underneath this table.
“My official statement is that is, overall, a bummer.”
“In a few minutes, we’ll walk in there, we’ll give him our demands, and then BAM — I start crying.”
“If I had to have anybody tell me that I have cancer, I would want it to be me.”
truealph:
Isaac Lahey on season 2
wilclfire:
“Just buy it. Maybe you’re just freaking out over a fake alarm.” Lydia said to Allison earlier that day. The brunette probably never wished that her friend’s words were true.
Couple of hours later, Allison was curled up at her bathroom floor, holding the test in her hand, unable to look away from it. She had too many mixed up emotions, all of them wanting to be the loudest. It would be a great addition to the Inside Out movie, Ally though for a second before she’d heard the front door open, knowing exactly who came inside. The worst case scenarios were playing in her head, like where Isaac doesn’t want a child, where it would ruin their so far amazing relationship, that it was too soon for them to be parents and other similar topics. Mostly it was just her mind projecting her own fears, but they seemed too real. Sadly, the happiness she felt was way overpowered by all the other feelings inside of her. Allison had no idea what to do.
Acting like nothing happened didn’t seem like a good idea. Isaac knew her too well for that. The young woman pulled herself up from the floor and looked into the mirror. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.” She whispered softly, her eyes looking at her still flat belly.
Getting a job at Beacon Hills High School was like a walk down memory lane. Isaac could remember everything he felt at that school -- the pain, the victories, and even the stupid banter between his pack and him. For the first few months, Isaac regretted leaving France where he had a fresh start. Returning to California meant facing his past head on but, he knew he was ready to. It was a necessary evil he had to face and he didn’t regret it. Not at all.
Isaac was happy. He was living with his girlfriend. He had a full time job doing what he planned on doing. He had his pack. Everything in his life was going smoothly for once. There were no supernatural attacks on the town. There were no more power struggles between Alphas. There was no more trauma. Isaac was thankful that his life had made a major turn around since and he thanked Derek and Scott for it all, despite all the drama it brought to his life.
He had the power to fight back.
But nostalgia wasn’t the only thing on Isaac’s mind. Usually, the beta would have expected Allison by now. It had been a good five minutes since he had walked through the door and she was nowhere to be found. Isaac liked giving Allison her privacy meaning, he didn’t tune into his supernatural ability to hear or smell. It was unfair to her and he wasn’t about to start now -- he was just worried about her. This wasn’t normal, even for them.
“Allison?” Isaac spoke a little louder than before, placing his feet back on the floor as he rested his elbows on his knees. “Are you okay? You know I’m here to help, right?”
feralcoyote:
She gave him a DEADPAN expression to his question. Seeing him just stand there in the middle of the party had her arching a brow. Why do none of her friends know how to dance? She could tell that there was something more substantial behind his reasoning but she took his words at face value.
“Good thing you don’t need scarves in the summer. Now, are you gonna DANCE or just look dumb?”
The coyote was currently NOT on any hit list with assassins after her and she would like to enjoy that.
As much as he wanted to stand on the sidelines and watch everyone else dance, Isaac knew he couldn’t turn down the girl’s invitation. Despite being jet-lagged from his flight, the beta removed his coat and joined Malia with only the slightest hesitation and a small sigh of defeat. The last thing he wanted was to look dumb on his first day back in Beacon Hills.
“You can wear scarves year round. Why doesn’t anyone understand this?”
Isaac wasn’t the best dancer and he knew that but, he made an attempt to mimic Malia and the others, moving his body to the beat of the electronic music blasting through the speakers. He felt awkward but, it was his first day of summer back with his friends. That, he could celebrate.
allison-laheys:
and i will never forget