#lets get angsty

[stiles-o-dylan24]

Yo angst time ✌🏻 If you decided to kill Addy off, when would it be and how, yes I'm a psychopath for thinking this things, love me anyway 😘😂

hoooooooly shit, this wrecked me to think about🥺😭 but I love the angst and I will forever love you sweet nonnie!

I had to proper make a cuppa and sit down to think about this, which added to my notifs not working for the past few days is why it took me so long to answer...

I think if I was going to go that route I would have killed her in season 5— either I would have had Donovan kill her to get to Stiles or I would have had her actually die at Deaton’s after she screamed with what Valack did to her.

Though that brings up season 6 and what take I took with having Addy being the key part with Scott for them together remembering Stiles and bringing him back— in which case it makes more sense for her to have died in the crossfire with Monroe at some point.

Being really angsty I’d probably have chosen for her to still be shot when the house gets shot out and she doesn’t make it— which they find out after Deucalion dies and they’re regrouping at Deaton’s with Derek and Stiles.

This would also make it so they fucking kill Monroe that night at the school and she doesn’t get away like in the finale.

We definitely would have seen FBI Stiles in all his glory taking her out and getting revenge for his Adds.

I actually quite enjoyed this so thank you for sending it in! Even though it’s heartbreaking to think about, it was an interesting thought process to delve into🤗

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Sunghoon posted Glimpse of Us so ig it's emo hours

[ravagerd-archive-blog]

"Trust no one else" [[let it begin]]

she couldn’t help thinking that sounded like something her father would say. (and the thought made her stomach twist.)

“don’t worry about me. i don’t even trust my own shadow.” (that was lie. she trusted the titans; she trusted them more than she trusted herself.)

@hatedriiven //  meme

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[savagecuhnt]

Rough touch|| Jesse & Rose

#12.My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Blood was dripping down Rose’s cheek. An evident gash took up almost two inches of the female’s pale face, but that wasn’t what had her in a panic. “These fucking leeches!” she hissed. She could sense the clan of vamps heading their way. ten, maybe fifteen minutes max was all they had until they’d be found. “Jesse!” she called out. She sprinted down the narrow hallway of the abandoned hotel, stumbling and panting as she attempted to feel out his energy. “Jesse, where the fuck are you!”

“Shit-” time was up. She could feel the darkness drowning out the light, the presence of the bloodsuckers becoming quite evident to the female. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-” she continued to scramble through the halls, eyes scanning the insides of each abandoned room she passed. “Jesse they’re here!” 

Stumbling down the deteriorating stairs, she finally caught sight of her companion. But to no surprise the vamps had reached the front of the hotel and weren’t far from entering the lobby. Quickly she shoved Jesse hard against the wall, covering his mouth as she glared back at him. “We have company.” she whispered.  

[hereforanepilogue]

do you ever start listening to music you loved in your youth that really meant something to you and suddenly it’s like your heart starts beating again and you’d never realized it stopped

[rosesandhxney]

The power was blue. He had no idea what type of drug it was, but he knew that it was going to make him forget everything, at least for a little while. So he moved with shaky hands, rolling up a piece of paper into a small tube, small enough to fit into his nostril as he used the edge of his credit card to cut lines. He hastily wiped at the edges of his eyes, refusing to cry now that he was already halfway through his actions. He paused for a moment, looking down at his reflection in the mirror tabletop, wondering where the hell he went wrong. It took him about three seconds to realize he really needs to stop looking in mirrors, and another five to snort up a heavy line of the power, a low groan leaving his lips as his chest seized up. He leaned back against the couch, doing just fine until he realized his breaths were getting shorter, and black spots were appearing in his vision.

[mallorypalmertrek]

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