#cantibebatman

[leximilk]

still have a KIK that I want to rp on since I'm not on a computer

[leximilk]

and if you want me, kik me. you should all know my kik by now.

[imjacksonandimawerewolfinlondon]

Desparate Text

cantibebatman:

[ text: Lizard Bitch ] Seriously, stop running away from me! I’m not.. I don’t.. look, just come back and we can talk about this. Jackson, come on!

[ text: Pain In My Ass ] What's there to talk about? I messed up, and I'm just going to keep messing up, so please just let me go.

Seriously, stop running away from me! I’m not.. I don’t.. look, just come back and we can talk about this. Jackson, come on!

[imjacksonandimawerewolfinlondon]

♥ {{ LETS MAKE AN AU TBH }}

Jackson stares at the doors to his "new home," biting the inside of his cheek nervously.

'No. Stop that,' he tells himself. 'You're gonna be different here. You're gonna be noticed. You're gonna have friends. You will not be alone. Not again.'

He takes a deep breath and lifts his chin, forcing a smirk to his face and then pushing the doors open.

'You'll be okay. It's not gonna be like Kansas. Remember why they sent you to London in the first place. Don't let anyone in and you won't get hurt. Or hurt anyone else.'

As he walks down the hall of Beacon Hills High School, he stares straight ahead, ignoring the looks of the other students by their lockers, standing and whispering his name.

"Yeah--that's Jackson Whittemore--my dad sold a house to him. He's emancipated and moved here from London."

"--ohmygawd, do you think he has an accent?? I bet it's so hot!"

"Whittemore, Whittemore...why does that name sound so familiar?"

"Damn, I love this school. So many cute boys! Even the new guy's hot!"

He didn't stop until he found the hall he was looking for--C Hall--and opened his new locker. He shoved a couple of notebooks onto one of the shelves and looked down at his schedule again. Economics with Robert Finstock, room A03.

It doesn't take him long to find the hall he needs, and after that, finding the right classroom is a piece of cake. He walks in just as the bell rings and Mr. Finstock is taking out the sheet for roll.

"Who the hell are you?" the man asks, catching Jackson slightly off guard. "Oh, no wait, that's right. C'mere!"

Jackson furrows his eyebrows in confusion but otherwise says nothing, walking over to stand next to the brash man. "This is Jackson Whittemore, he's new and hopefully our saving grace for the lacrosse team this year. I'm your coach, don't be a failure disappoint me. Greenberg does that enough."

Oh. Well that certainly helps the whole anxiety thing Jackson's got goin' on here. He covers it well, though. "I don't do failure," he returns with a smug smirk, showing off his American accent. He hears a scoff from someone in the class, and he rears his head around to glare at the person.

And that's when his blue eyes meet golden brown ones, and suddenly, his chest is heating up and--oh--oh fuck.

No. No way is the kid laughing at him his soulmate. No. Fucking. Way.

But he can't deny it, the hot red glow in the middle of his chest hidden behind the zipper of his leather jacket. His nose twitches and he clears his throat, taking the only empty seat. Which happens to be right in front of Bambi Eyes.

Fuck Jackson's life.

[betawithascarf]

cantibebatman started following you

*stares at* c:

[headstrongmartin]

cantibebatman ayeeeee

Send me a url and i’ll answer the following;

Opinion on; cantibebatman Character in general: (same answer because it's Stiles) Stiles has been my baby since even before I watched this show. He was part of the reason I gave in to even watching and I'm so glad. He's such a. Just. Don't talk to me about my Stiles feels because I could go on for days. How they play them: You're in my top five for favorite Stiles'. I love your Stiles so much. I do, I do. The Mun: You seem so sweet and I can't wait to get to know you better! Do I: RP with them: yesyesyesyes. I'm so excited for our plot. Want to RP with them: yes x a thousand. What is my; Overall Opinion: Stiles is my sweetie pie and you do him justice. **Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[imjacksonandimawerewolfinlondon]

"Make me."

He’d only been back for 3 hours. Three. Hours. And yet, somehow, Stiles Stilinski has managed to not only be the first person he’s seen since first steeping foot in Beacon Hills again, but he’s also pushed his buttons so hard, Jackson will have a hard time undoing them.

And then the brat decides to go and try to call Scott about him being home.

That’s the last thing Jackson needs. He doesn’t even know why Stiles felt the need to break into the Whittmore house on that particular day in the first place.

So of course, Jackson threatens him and tells him to leave.

"Make me."

Jackson growled and pushed Stiles back against the wall, letting his eyes flash. “You really wanna do this right now, Stilinski?”