#hastiingisms

[blindednephilim-a]

++ hastiingisms isaacbreathe & truealphaberserker

     “I’d just love to help you out. Unfortunately        I’m a little tied up at the moment. Maybe        later.”

[kiritsvne-blog]

hastiingisms replied to your post: when hastiingisms pees while on the ph...

i got kinda shy abt it then i didn’t flush or wash my hands wat r they gonna do fUCKIN arrest me

did i make u blush while u peed

[kiritsvne-blog]

when hastiingisms pees while on the phone with u

[poisonedvxins-blog]

hastiingisms;;

Slender palms idly fiddling with the half empty can of soda within his grasp, a sneaker clad foot mindlessly tapping against the pasty tile below in an outward display of impatience, the dark haired male allowed handsome features to tilt back against the wall he sat against; the bench he’d situated himself upon, having remained somewhat unoccupied since a drunken teen who’d babbled incoherently in his direction, had been taken through to another room for processing. 

             Waiting for his father to wrap up his day on duty at the station had              seemed like a good idea when school had let out, a cluster of hours              later however, and the Stilinski boy was starting to regret his decision.              After all, there were only so many trips one could make to the vending              machine and so many tasks to undertake upon a cell phone, before              boredom kicked in. He was in half a mind to simply head home,               for as the new kid in town, he still remained indisputably limited when              it came to opportunities to embark on social ventures, but sitting in              solidarity fell short in comparison to a room full of people, even if they              were all complete strangers. 

A flare of prominent nostrils beneath the weight of a huffed exhale, a glide of a slicked tongue across sweetened flesh and mocha infused hues were once again surveying his surroundings to take note of the loitering officers and the woman behind the front desk as she checked her watch for the thousandth time; his attention sweeping over a brunette moving through the main entrance before he was scrambling back to execute a double take, something about her presenting itself as vaguely familiar. Was she in one of his classes at school? Had he bumped into her at the nearest coffee shop? By the time where exactly he knew her from was kicking in, his father’s confidential files that he’d not-so-subtly snooped through the night before coming to mind, the ruffled haired teen was practically gaping at the Hastings girl; defined brows elevated to accompany widened hues, his soda almost slipping from its home within his slackened hold. 

[gloryunbroken]

  Mona’s fingers curled into her skirt, she wanted to talk about what happened but thinking about it just made her sick. She looked over the female in front of her, Mona hadn’t really spoken to anyone about this, she wanted to keep to herself. She had pushed Mike away, she wanted to see him she really did, but she couldn’t being herself to face him, she couldn’t let him see her like this, she didn’t want him to see her BROKEN.

          What was she to do? Spencer wasn’t really the first person she’d go to about talking, but something told her that she’d understand more. She was sure telling Hanna she wouldn’t get the help she really wanted, Mona wanted to talk about CHARLES, she wanted to hear who Spencer thought it was.

  Everything was bubbling inside of the female, she could feel the anxiety trying to push it’s way out of it’s shell. Mona’s eyes flicked from Spencer to the floor, she was still so unsure of what to do, what to say how was she to act in a moment like this? Mona had always tried to be perfect, she always knew what to say and how to act, but DEATH was on her mind she could even think straight.

        “Spencer do you have any idea who Charles is? You said that you FEEL like you knew him right? I was wondering if you had any clue. I feel like I can’t talk about this with anyone else...”

She muttered maybe seeing as everyone else pushed her to talk, the NEEDED to know what happened, they wouldn't wait for her to talk. If she could, she knew she’d talk to Mike about this but what would happen then? He’d get hurt. She already planned something for that attacker of Mike, oh hell was going to be rained on them.

                         “I mean I want to talk to Mike but....I can’t and It’s killing me to hear him call me, read his text messages knowing I can’t reply. I can’t be open about what happened, I can’t be open with the person I’m.. I just can’t tell him seeing as I know he’ll get hurt.”

[gloryunbroken]

I just literally wet myself mONA

    eW

[poisonedlightly-blog]

hastiingisms

         “  sp-spencer.  ---              wake up, we have             to talk. SPENCER.   “             he didn’t bother knocking             before he came in. went             straight to her bed, sat             down and continued              to stare at her.