#iinured

[witchlost]

@iinured​ 

❝     stiles,   NO,   i’m sorry,   but i don’t want to feel good about this.     ❞     the witch couldn’t bring himself to look at stiles,   at his person,   while tears were pouring down his face.     both in an attempt to prevent more tears from falling and not feeling the man’s emotions,   he shut his eyes.      like waves cracking a building,   then were still falling through the crack though.          ❝     it was all my fault.     ❞     three years ago on this day someone died because of the spell that brought his mother back.    then not long after that his mother passed once more.      ❝     who has to bury their mother twice ?      has to bury someone they love because of their own selfish actions ?     ❞     the answer was him and he couldn’t handle it anymore.     the guilt never got better because whenever it was time to mourn,   he felt the pain for everyone.     their friends,   their families,   their loved ones.     emiliano wanted so desperately not to feel,   or for everyone to know that he was the one to blame,   but he couldn’t do that.     ❝     i don’t deserve you here with me.     i’m selfish,   you should just go.     before i break you too,   please just go.     i’m sure scott needs you to save him from this month’s big bad.    ❞

[cultkiid]

@iinured ; starter call

    Police stations around these parts were the worst. Roxanne found them terribly too slow, too boring, and too easy to fuck with. She sat on a bench, legs outstretched before her, and handcuffs clinched around tiny wrists. She drolly lolled her head back and forth, waiting for someone to start on her paperwork. Suddenly, she spotted somebody strolling down the hall. She sat up straight, cleared her throat, and rose her brow. “Hey.” Roxie leans forward, chestnut curls spilling over her shoulder. “You!”

[brokenxbeautyxx]

@iinured It was as if she could sense him before she could actually see him. As if there was a sweet aroma that radiated off the male and called to her in ways she’ll never understand. A deep hunger formed in the pit of her belly. A thirst to have him near. To see his every twisting feature up close. A delicate film of blue suddenly took over her vision and caused all of her surroundings to appear dull and uninviting. But not the boy, no. Not him. He was a bright technicolor that demanded her attention and the female was more than happy to give it to him. Gazing though the darkness towards the shore, she wondered if he’d seen her yet. A part of her, that didn’t seem to be herself, needed for him to notice her. The icy water that surrounded her was pitch black and the only light that graced them was beaming down from the half-moon. Struck with awe for the boy, the cherry blonde allowed the smooth gentle waves around her to bring her closer. Skimming her tongue over her lips she opened her mouth to speak, but it was as if the words were trapped. No sound escaped. Frowning to herself, she focused her bright, glowing emerald hues on the boy. Taking in a deep breath, the female opened her mouth to try once more, but this time, the sound that escaped was an angelic melody. “Tonight you're mine, completely. You give your soul so sweetly. Tonight the light of love is in your eyes.. But will you love me tomorrow.” In a way, the words almost felt foreign as they danced from her tongue. Any control she seemed to have over her body was gone. This voice? Was this her voice? It tasted new. Strange. And this song? Where had this song come from? Why was it that the only two things that seemed to cloud her mind was the boy and this song?

[bitchypolos-blog]

     the sheriff’s son who came from a single parent home, lucas was well acquainted with stiles’ story.  he didn’t know if it was because the boy was a high school-er like him, someone he could walk all over when he was bored to make a name for himself, or if it was because of the connection he had with the law enforcement.  lucas may have needed someone on the inside, he didn’t know how long he could keep a death from everyone even if it was in another continent, but he would never admit to needing someone out loud.  either action would have gained him access into stiles’ life, giving him the attention that he thought he deserved, so maybe he didn’t need to think about this so much.  maybe being himself would have finally been enough.

     ❛     look, harry styles’ name knockoff, i don’t know what danny told you before he left, but i’m not going to be your little hacker whenever you need me to be.     ❜     lucas narrowed his eyes in on the boy, eyes trailing up the moles on his body before ending up on his eyes again.     ❛     i’m not good with all of that computer stuff.  my energy goes into two thigns mainly: looking this good and social destruction.     ❜     that was a completle lie though.  his mind was focused on a lot of things, to the point where he couldn’t stick to one task at a time.  he always had to multitask, lie and act in unision, but no one had to know that.  no one had to go passed the layer of a shallow, vain bitch.     ❛     i’d expect you to have more brains, but then again you always had some loose bolts.  get someone in the jv club or something to do your dirty work.  even if i did do that sort of stuff, you couldn’t afford me.  i’m very chanel while you’re extremely old navy.     ❜     //     @iinured gets a random starter

[probablyworried-archive-blog]

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     He’s shaking and there’s blood on his hands,      but he’s not sure if it’s his or the person he      just killed. His mind is in a place where he      can’t figure out how to decipher one thought      from the next. It’s left him in a rather unaware      state and that’s why his main focus is on his      cigarette rather than his shaking fingers and      the stranger approaching him. At least he      got rid of the body and moved on. That      would have been difficult to explain.

[lapassicn-blog]

❛   look stiles, i’m not sure that i heard you right, but i’m pretty sure i did and the answer is going to be no.   ❜   the demigod was only paying attention to about half of the conversation because honestly, he didn’t even realize when stiles had walked into the room let alone start talking. turning around to face him, tristan just smiled slightly in hopes that it would soften the blow.   ❛   i’m not going to be the bait and seduce what ever villain you’re all after this time as a distraction. i’m not the damsel in distress sweetheart and i’m not going to start being the damsel either. you’re going to have to find some other way to distract the big bad.   ❜   he stopped playing with his shirt long enough to move blue hues up to meet the boy’s gaze.   ❛   may i suggest lydia ?? she’s no daughter of aphrodite, but she can make any person weak.   ❜

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[petitgrenier-blog]

               at first elliot was opposed to not following the rules, to sneaking out from the attic passed his curfew and into the town. yet stiles was extremely convincing and somehow managed to make eli feel comfortable breaking the rules. ❛ you know if my stepfather finds us, he’s going to have BOTH of our heads, right ?? ❜ the blonde rose his eyebrows while looking over at the pale teen. after he climbed down from the side of the house he looked up to make sure that all of the lights were off, slowly stepping away from the residence. ❛ can we please just do what ever it is that we were going to do now ?? fast ?? ❜

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