#ofhamartia

[contamnated]

( @ofhamartia )

“Sorry if I woke you. I tried being quiet. My phone died a couple of hours ago. Is it late?”

[liliaeth]

Boyd

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“I just wanna not eat lunch alone every day.”

That’s the line that made me fall in love with Boyd.

When I was a kid, I was the uneven number in the class, even in even classes. I was the one who’d sit at the first desk in class, because that one would always be empty. (no one wanted to sit right in front of the teacher) Because when you sat in the back, they’d often rather move their tables together, cause of course three friends wanted to sit together, rather than sit with me.

I was the kid that during a school trip to Turkey switched roommates with every hotel on the trip, because I didn’t really have any friend, let out friends.

Scott might be the person I wish I could be like, but Boyd, Boyd was the one I was actually like.

Joining activities, and sitting with people, just so you didn’t have to be alone, even just once.

Even if you’re just the extra at the table, even if you’re not a friend, just the one who gets to join the group because people were to nice to say I couldn’t, but who wasn’t automatically invited.

Horribly shy, but hiding it by talking to strangers, because it was safer to talk to people you’d probably never see again, than make friends with people you see on a daily basis. And alone, so often alone, even in the middle of a crowd.

If someone had offered me a chance to be a part of something more, of something at all, I probably would have easily agreed as well.

Boyd is the one character on the show that I felt most represented me as a person, sitting there during practice with Derek, watching Erica and Isaac getting the crap beaten out of them, and smart enough not to throw himself at Derek, because… why should he?

Loyal to a fault to the people he cared about, but not easy to open up and call someone a friend, because you’re never sure if the person you call a friend, sees you as such.

When I say I love Boyd, it’s not just because Sinqua Walls was hot, or because he looked cool. He wasn’t the funny guy, he wasn’t the bad ass of the group. And we barely knew enough about his past, getting mere hints, that were cut off way too soon. But there was a depth to him in his every scene that made me want to know more about him, that made me want to find out about his family, his life, about what he wanted of the world, beyond no longer being alone.

I tend to think that Boyd was the kind of kid who would take a book to the ice rink as he watched his sister skate. That his family was friendly and understanding, but then his sister died, and all of that broke apart, the family, Boyd himself, and Boyd never forgave himself for any of it. Not sure if that counts as a headcanon, but…

As for where he’d be ten years from now… Does getting resurrected count? With a chance to finally find friends, people who are there for him, and support him. Where he goes to college, graduates as an engineer and gets a life, friendship, love and all the things he never got to have on the series.

[reallytheoraeken]

@ofhamartia liked the thing (x)

Just when he thought he found a place where he wouldn’t be bothered that was taken. Theo licked his lips for a moment as there was a shift in the room and the sound of footsteps approaching “Whatever it is I didn’t do it” he stated clearly. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder to know who it was but his presence still made him a bit curious especially since usually it was one of the others but this time it was Scott. 

[damcned]

@ofhamartia liked MAGNUS.

“ you don’t have to stay around me, pumpkin. but i have to admit that i wouldn’t mind you being my DOCTOR.”                    

                                          tired eyes followed the smirk that was lining up around his mouth as he looked over the teen wolf that assured within his tired figure. magic that was spent in finding his best friend and eventually help his pack fight the WILD HUNT had exhausted the high warlock of brooklyn and laying there in his bed with the other had him feeling WELL. less tired.

[xgoner]

❛❛ No. No, no, no — de verdad no me quieres como alma gemela. ❜❜ ( @ofhamartia )

"No tenemos elección, aparentemente." Respondió con un deje de gracia en su tono de voz; siendo honesto todo este asunto de las almas gemelas no es algo en lo que crea. ¿Le causaba curiosidad? Sí. ¿Creia que la persona frente a él es quién se supone lo completa? No, para nada. "Todo esto es una ridiculez pero ahora quiero saber por qué crees eso."

[helltore-a]

          ❝     Was he yours ?     ❜      Resigned ,  exhausted inquiry pose reply in response to a snarl present ,  fangs out ----- as he’d probably see ,  only if he turns around to greet  the presence that has been tracking him for some time now.  Several hours after the death of a lone werewolf in the area ,  it wouldn’t be surprising if the news travel fast ,  and he has bounty on his head just like every demon and angel out there.

     Only this time ,  he will be likely torn to pieces and flesh chomped instead of disintegrating into subatomic levels.  Just like how Huns loved to tear their captives by their limbs ,  teeth will most likely sink into him first ,  then rip him apart.

     Oh ,  but his voice breaks ,  so does his heart.

          ❝     We had no choice.  We had to.  He’s been hurting ,  and hurting everyone.     ❜

 ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ｛   @ofhamartia . nsfw call  !

[darkesthowl]

*jumps on Callum*

               ❛ Uff! ❜ The wolf chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around Scott to prevent them both from fallin when the alpha jumped at him. The impact made him stumble a few steps backwards but Callum tightened his grip around Scott and pressed his nose into the crook of his neck.❛ Hi there. ❜ 

[noctuatim]

*lo abraza por atrás* Hey handsome

Stiles’ heart is still sprinting when Scott’s voice saunters inside his ear. His breath is laps behind. No finish line in sight. A half-chuckle, half-exhale of relief tumbles from his mouth. “Jesus, Scott. You scared the shit out of me. I didn’t–” He grips at Scott’s forearm, steadying himself. “I didn’t think you’d be home yet.”