Psychometric

The supposed ability to discover facts about an event or person by touching inanimate objects associated with them. Sideblog of imawarethanks Mun 21+ (has not seen s6 but doesn't mind spoilers) Semi-Selective  

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@themythscometolife (stiles)

He’d hoped that they’d be back in Beacon Hills by New Year’s Eve. But of course, there’d been a snag and Jay had needed a little time to get things fixed up. But, Ben was home. Waiting outside by the front door (carefully out of view of the windows) phone in hand. The last exchange in their texting had been that Ben might be ordering something for Stiles as a belated Christmas gift, so this wouldn’t seem too strange.

[text] There should be a package outside for you.

As soon as he saw the notice that his message had made it through, Ben had stuffed the phone in his pocket and moved a bit so he’d be the first thing Stiles saw upon opening the door. Technically it was the truth, but nobody had to know that he was the package. 

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alphaincxntrol:

“Food truck.”

“You just want me to do the pan flippy thing every day.”

[alphaincxntrol]

psychxmxtric:

“I love you too, Alex.”

“Okay fantastic idea. We open a restraunt. With your flippy chef skills and my drink mixing abilities we’d be rich in no time.”

[psychxmxtric]

“Sounds great, apart from the fact I have literally zero pro-culinary training.”

[alphaincxntrol]

psychxmxtric:

“Alex, you make me drinks that don’t taste like alcohol. Of course I’ll teach you to do the chef flip thing.”

“Yes! You’re the best I love you!”

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“I love you too, Alex.”

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alphaincxntrol:

Oh how the tables have tabled. “You…offering to teach me?”

Cue batting of the eyelashes.

“Alex, you make me drinks that don’t taste like alcohol. Of course I’ll teach you to do the chef flip thing.”

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alphaincxntrol:

“I mean, it’s certainly easier to flip them. Unless I was supposed to do the chef flip thing but that would be an even bigger disaster.”

“It just takes practice.” He couldn’t help the smug smile starting to form. Ben was usually the one learning from his friend. My how the tables turn. “And it’s not that hard once you get into the right groove.”

[alphaincxntrol]

@psychxmxtric

“Sooo, I made pancakes…but I didn’t have a skillet. Just an actual pan. It’s a mess but they taste good?”

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“I wasn’t aware people usually used a skillet. Good job, I’m proud of you.”

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themythscometolife:

Stiles had only slept for a couple of hours, but that was all he could really manage. He’d tried to force the sleep before, but that only ended in him not getting a restful amount of sleep and he wound up feeling cranky for the rest of the day. So, the moment her felt his phone vibrate, Stiles grabbed it quickly, expecting that it would be Ben. 

[text] Love you, too, sleepy face. [text] S E L K I E S

He chuckled at the text and smiled. Ben knew Stiles likely hadn’t slept much, the few times they’d spent the night together Ben had needed to drag Stiles to bed at least a few times.

[text] Still, be safe. And don’t run yourself into the ground okay? I don’t want you too tired to keep an eye out for your monsters.

[itberice]

[greenish-do-try-deactivated2017]

Im so drunk at the minute and so gay its unreal

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@alphaincxntrol

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themythscometolife:

“Hey! I’m listening with my good ear,” Stiles pointed out, rolling his eyes at his  boyfriend. Everyone thought that Ben was so nice, but they had obviously not been on the other side of his teasing. Why did he like him? “Selkies. Shapeshifters, but the most ridiculous kind that turn into fucking seals,” he said, shaking his head. “Why are they even away from the ocean? That’s what I don’t get? I mean, I guess they can live in any water, but this is still really ridiculous,” Stiles said, prattling on for a while.

“I know, I know. I love you.” He chuckled and settled in to listen to Stiles prattle on, laughing again with a nod of agreement when Stiles mentioned how ridiculous it was. But all in all, it didn’t take long until he’d fallen asleep listening to his boyfriend rambling on and on about selkies and things he’d learned.

When morning came and Ben had gotten up, he sleepily checked the call timer seeing that Stiles had been rambling on for a while after he’d fallen asleep. He couldn’t help but smile as he grabbed his phone to tap out a good morning message. Even if it was a bit early due to the dime difference.

[text] Good morning, love you. Be safe with the seal monsters.

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themythscometolife:

Stiles rolled his eyes at Ben. “You know, I’m not completely hopeless,” he said, only slightly offended by the insinuation. “I transplanted most of the plants into pots so I could put them in my backyard,” he explained, ignoring the fact that he had essentially stolen them from the foreclosed house that once belonged to Ben’s adoptive mother/kidnapper. “They’re fine. Trust me.”

“Sometimes I wonder.” Ben affectionately teased with a smile. “Thanks for saving what you could.” It was still such a weird thing to wrap his head around. “Tell me what you found? With the whole selkies thing?” Not that he’d be awake much longer anyway. But a distraction is a distraction, and anything to keep his mind off how weird this felt was welcome.

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themythscometolife:

A smile widened across Stiles’ face and he sighed in relief as Ben told him that he didn’t want to break. “Okay. Good. So we’re not broken up,” Stiles announced, nodding triumphantly. As Ben continued talking, Stiles couldn’t help but to continue smiling. He should have been slightly horrified at the thought of all of that, the thought of settling down when they were so young, but it really did sound nice, especially with Ben. “I’m already an ornery old man who yells at kids to stay off my lawn. I mean, mostly because there’s poisonous herbs growing in the garden, but whatever.”

"A fence could help with that, you know that right? And making sure it’s fenced in away from the eating-garden.” He’d been working on gardening there, how were his plants doing...? He was tired, head against the pillow and eyes half-open but he was still able to chuckle a bit. “You didn’t kill my lilacs, did you?”

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vixlunaortus:

I need all the aus right now.

you’re getting married to the wrong person so imma gonna crash your wedding

we were deeply in love but I broke your heart (even though I’m still in love with you) when I moved away with no explanation or goodbye but now I’m back home and we run into each other at the super market 

i’m the captain of the football team, you’re the ‘geek’, but i still have a massive secret crush on you even though i’m afraid going out with you will fuck up my reputation

i’m a teacher, you’re my new student and god damn i want you

i’m a big corporate tykoone, you’re my new temp

i’m 32 and just lost my wife, you’re my 20 year old neighbor

we’re both married and are having an affair (complete, 100% angst)

i’m a wanted criminal on the run, you’re the young wild-child wanting to escape your boring life and live on the edge

our parents are the enemy crime lords, but i still love you

i’m a gladiator, you’re a roman elite

i’m a werewolf, whom you find wounded on the side of the road (as a wolf) and take in/nurse back to health – i can’t shift back into human form because it’ll freak you the fuck out. you share your secrets and hopes and dreams with me, and i fall in love with you, so, when you’re away from home, i shift back into a man and try to get you to fall in love with me too. 

i’m an assassin, you’re my target

i’m a trouble youth, you’re the head of a youth home that takes me in

i’m a soldier, you run a war-protest group

i’m a soldier, you’re the girl i met and fell in love with before i shipped out to iraq, only to go missing, presumed to be dead. two years later, i show up on your doorstep – only, you’re married with a baby. (based on traveling soldier, by dixie chicks)

i’m a play-it-safe banker, you’re the live-on-the-edge girl that gives me a ride to the gas station when my car breaks down

we’re stuck together, trying to survive during the zombie apocalypse

i’m leading a rebellion against the king, you’re his heir

all the aus. 

every au

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themythscometolife:

“Yeah. And you went through all  of that, but you think I’m going to add breaking up with you to it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Ben. I’m already way too attached to you. I’m not just going to break up with you,” he said, his tone serious. “I like you a lot. Okay? Now, if you want to break up because it’s too much. I guess I get it and I’ll deal. But that’s not what I want.”

It sounded silly, but that’s exactly what Ben had thought. “I don’t want to break up.” He was having a hard time looking at his boyfriend since he was feeling pretty stupid for having thought so, but the reassurance that Stiles didn’t want it did make him feel better about the distance. “I wanna spend as long as I can with you.Maybe a couple kids later on, or pets, or something. Ending up ornery old men yelling at strange kids to get off our lawn.”

[pinkniall]

imagine your otp

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@themythscometolife

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themythscometolife:

Stiles raised an eyebrow, turning up the volume of his headphone so he could better hear Ben, even if it was just mumbling. He couldn’t helped the slight smirk that crossed his lips as Ben grew more flustered; part of him knew that he shouldn’t enjoy torturing him so much. 

“Did I say that I wanted to break up?”

“Well, no...” He wasn’t even looking at the little picture of Stiles on his screen, instead letting his focus turn downwards. “But I mean, it all happened pretty fast, you know? It was all a big blur and honestly I don’t know if I even managed to say good bye to everyone. We didn’t really have ‘talk about our relationship’ time and I’m still used to a move meaning I start all over again.”

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today in theater someone asked my friend if he was pro gay and he was like “im not pro gay but im not amateur gay either”