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@halfafreak
“You don’t know that for a fact…” ── @halfafreak .
“ I don’t know a lot of things for a fact, kid. Hasn’t stopped me. “
some meme / not accepting .
“I’m sorry. This is so many different kinds of horrible.” ── @halfafreak .
breath is swallowed. Eyes are narrowed as he tries to make sense of what he’s seeing. Not really sure if he’s coming close to it at all.
“ Er, yeah. Kind of. “ He admits. He can feel it in some way. That something was wrong, even if he couldn’t explain it. “ What’s happening? “
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halfafreak replied to your post: rumchata and hot chocolate? yum.
if you like peppermint, i also suggest peppermint schnapps, bc its like the holiday peppermint hot coco except w that kick
i’ll have to give it a try! one of my friends had this at a christmas party a couple years ago and it was soooo good. i just kept forgetting to pick some up at the store until today. xD
❝Don’t sit up yet. Just relax.❞ - ( @halfafreak )
Instinct tells Scott to start swatting at the hands that are trying to keep him down. No -- NO. His friends are hurt. That’s all he knows -- that there’s something after them and it isn’t human and there’s no way in this hell hole that is Beacon Hills he can just lay here while something chases after that. “ My friends -- ” The hands are oddly strong, but Scott has no doubt in his mind that when adrenaline starts to push at him he is STRONGER.
In refusing to lay down, Scott finds himself bolting upright ( not realizing he went right through the halfas hands in order to do it ) and moving swiftly to get himself off of the bed and out of the bedroom. “ No I can’t just sit here and -- ” it’s only then that he turns on his heels, the wound that took up half his side still not closing up, to see that Danny isn’t.....all there.
Well -- he’ll have to deal with that one later.
❛ Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ❜ - ( @halfafreak )
The ball is already rolling down the hill, leaving Scott to stare at it wide eyed like it’s going to turn into a bird and somehow make its way back up the hill. Fuck, he thinks to himself for just a moment as it continues to roll and disappears completely into the strange forest. Yeah -- yeah no Stiles is never getting that ball back.
“ then apparently we are just perfectly on time. ” The sign that escapes Scott would only be heard by another werewolf, but it’s the visible sadness it leaves painted across his features that could be seen from the clouds.
@halfafreak asked: ❝How much did you drink?❞ @ luke ( memetown bby )
he’s shaking, that tremble that starts in his core and spreads out through his arms and legs, all the way into the tips of his fingers. the symptoms are there, the sweating, shaking, uneasiness that he can’t rightly explain because by all rights, it doesn’t make sense. his stumbling looks like a clear sign of intoxication, but he shakes his head vehemently at the question. “ no --- no, i haven’t had anything--- ” he swallows, putting a hand to the wall to stabilize himself. he hasn’t felt these things lately ( because nellie’s dead, luke ) --- so why now? “ i haven’t... i haven’t had anything... ” he sits slowly and presses his palms to his forehead. maybe if he closes his eyes ( and counts to seven ) it’ll all go away.
❝I’m a badass.❞ @ deacon
@halfafreak | danny fenton
“ and i’m the queen of england, ” he announces, eyes dragging over the ground beneath him then back up at the boy in front of him. “ what’re you – twelve? ” a scoff passes his lips, slight twang punctuating the ending of his sentence. smoke from a half smoked cigarette rises from the ground beside him, making the setting seem almost eerie. “ look kid, i got things to do. you want somethin’? ”