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Send me a •3• and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to your muse as a poem from mine

Step by step, ooh babyMic check, can you hear meI'm dreaming of a white ChristmasWords don't come easyYou can't stop the world

#well okay then #interpret that how you will #lol #looksafterdad

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Headcanons

☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?

Alec has always had trouble sleeping. He tends to get lost in his thoughts. He usually just stares at the ceiling, counting each breath until he falls asleep.

#hc;#looksafterdad

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❛ Are you sure this is a good idea?❜

#looksafterdad #{sry this starter is so so bad!}

I'm trying to fix my tag, and ofhatandhood/notupsetbydwarves told me to post a picture and tag myself. So have a picture of bb!me. (I'm the scarecrow)

#looksafterdad #{Out of Curly Fries}#//PLEASE LET THIS WORK!

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Well, I take whatever I want.Who made up all the rules?Been there, done that, messed around — Riding in your tank like you own it?Say hey, my playmate.

#looksafterdad #shuffle poems #I get the feeling these two shouldn' be allowed to play together

SPIT IT OUT!

"There is a dragon outside this door and if we go out, it will eat us."

#looksafterdad #v: ABI's finest #rng good job this time well played

"You put something in my drink."

There’s a slight shrug, but no real denial. And why would she deny it? It wasn’t anything too bad; just a bit of pink pixie dust to ensure he slept and therefor stayed safe. If the rumors were true and wolves had been spotted in Wonderland then Stiles needed to be nowhere near them.

The boy clearly hadn’t learned how dangerous they could be.

It wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do to her own child.

#looksafterdad #v: children will listen #sorry stiles #she's hunting isaac #and this is BEFORE she knows

I want the k (Could be normal ABI, or college/prep. Whateves :D)

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

Magic dust — in the right hands, it has its practical uses, of course, but the hot, flushed, itchy feel to Robin's skin as he heads back to the ABI HQ certainly is not one of them. He'd gotten hit in the face with a handful of the dust on what was supposed to be a routine fact-gathering mission, and now he's— Well, ardent. Heated. Wanting. Concupiscent.

The double doors of the front office make a loud, ringing bang as he shoves them open, stalking into the building with a restless cant to his walk. His eyes dart back and forth, scanning stunned faces, ignoring quiet murmurs and soft inquiries as to what's wrong. They're probably not quiet or soft, but the loud roaring of lust in his head drowns out everything else.

His eyes land on the intern — Stiles, his fevered brain supplies — and he strides forward, all cocksure and swagger as he thumps his hand against the young man's chest, shoving him back against the wall. Robin crowds into Stiles' personal space, slotting a knee between his legs, and his hands cup Stiles' cheeks.

There's just enough of a stall for Stiles to manage a squeak, and then Robin's kissing him full on the mouth, using the weight of his body to press the slighter man back against the wall.

His breathing is ragged when he pulls back, and the flush in his cheeks has by no means diminished. "Fucking magic dust," he pants. "Need an...incident report form."

And maybe another kiss because that had definitely helped take the edge off.

#v: abi #looksafterdad