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                         “  how’s han doing?  ”    curious as ever,  all while managing to express mild concern.  forget how she literally saw the duckling yesterday.  she worries.

@eatpanic.

[silverconfined]

                     “  you did this on purpose,  didn’t you?  ”     referring to the mistletoe you’ve been strategically placed underneath with him right in front of you.

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[hiswound]

                         he helps himself.  grabs the massive trash bag full of popcorn and carries it with him up the stairs.  that is,  not before he allows himself a minute to rest a reassuring hand on the other teen’s shoulder   /   give it a gentle squeeze.    “  i don’t envy you.  ”    as if to rub it in,  but there’s nothing malicious about it.  not with the corners of his lips upturned in a soft smile.  scott can smell it coming off of him in waves.  agitation   /   butter   /   nacho cheese.

stiles didn’t have to come over immediately after work  —  but scott’s still happy that he did.    “  when’s your next day off?  ”

@eatpanic.     ╱      bc i love you.

[teleportia]

@eatpanic

    she passes the 40 of modelo to stiles after taking a long pull. the night is cool but not too chilly, and feels nice against her flushed skin. “Met a wolf a few weeks ago,” nas pauses, tucks a curl behind her ear and blinks a few times. “He stole that cool lava lamp I thrifted with you.” she turns and gives him a devilish look. “Stiles, we gotta get that lamp back. I was gonna pass it to my kids.”

[sorepulse]

STILES    @    BOYD:           “ hey,  whoa,  you alright there? ”   @eatpanic.           —           stiles’ voice rings dully in his ears.    (   like he’s underwater   /   like he’s drowning.   )    only this time there’s no safe on his chest keeping him under.  just a frigid chill that has him taking in a sharp breath.    “  what?  ”    he looks away from the rink.  lets it register in his mind that this day is just like any other,  and he won’t be uncovering any answers.  alicia will still be gone.    “  yeah.  remember when i said to wait outside?  what happened to that?  ”

[shehunts-blog]

                         it’s gnawing at her.    (   and she can picture it vividly:  a fox as dark as night.  fur matted   /   pelt mangy.  borderline decomposing.  ghostly white eyes that almost glow.  and just as stark are the iridescent canines that snap and dig into her heels.  tearing away strips of flesh.  refusing to let wounds heal.  )    there’s even a buzzing in her ear.  one that she finds herself waking up from,  trying to swat away a fly that just isn’t there.  but she’s not asleep,  and she’s not alone.  stiles is the last person to visit her since she’s woken up.

“  you’re not going to look at me,  are you?  ”    voice hoarse,  brows knitted.  anger strikes first.  bitter and sour on her tongue.    “  why even come?  ”

@eatpanic ♡ sent for an angsty starter.

[corruptedgood]

❝   i don’t know why i still come here,   ❞       he points out as they make their way through sinema,     a place that had become something of routine for mason in the last year    (    he didn’t have a lot of friends before the pack;    it was difficult to meet anyone unless he was in a place like this.   )       ❝   you know when you step into a place and you can just feel all over again how many times you’ve almost died there?  ❞       for them,    there’s plenty of places like that   -----   and for mason,   sinema is one of them.     but he’s hoping there’s no girtabilu in the crowd with stingers protruding from his limbs ready to destroy him and stiles this time.       ❝   ---    but the drinks are still good and easy to get away with,     so i don’t think i’m going to stop coming here anytime soon.   ❞ 

         ☾* @eatpanic

[hastodosomething]

+ angela

@lcbrat

‘  i mean,   she’s a gorgeous redhead.     wouldn’t you smash her,   too?  ’       kinda feels super disrespectful to say,   but it’s true.     he’s answered a lot of these. @eatpanic