#oneofathousandregrets

[debarmstrong]

4 3 0 0 1 9, comin out!

[youarenotworthmyanger]

@oneofathousandregrets

“I didn’t expect to see you out here tonight.”

[carolineandthemuses-blog]

[ continued from x ]

( Jo ) @oneofathousandregrets

What would Stiles do?  Biting back with a stereotypical comment about humans didn’t seem like the right answer.  With a furrowed brow, she decided on, “Can I help you with something?”

[debarmstrong]

@oneofathousandregrets

( faith lehane. ) 

  Here we are. Faith stood outside the Hyperion Hotel, looking up to the building she had otherwise known as her temporary safe house just weeks ago. She had passed up on heading to Cleveland. After taking on The First, and coming out with a victory, she’d say she earned a little recoup. Her decision to show up unannounced, however, was more of a personal matter. Or in her case, kind of a halfway house; until she was truly ready to get back out there on her own. She had come far enough in her journey of repression and turmoil to know when it was time to own up to things. It wasn’t going to be all that easy, but she was at least certain that her decision was the right one. Once reaching the main area that Angel, Wesley and them were likely to be found, Faith proceeded to her entrance without a second thought. She made a knocking sound whilst already in motion of opening the door. “Special delivery—” Faith greeted in a sing-song tone, scanning the room to grasp who all was still around this place. “Actually, I came empty-handed.” she said with a loose shrug. “I thought about maybe getting a bottle of good wine to show up with, but, I’m kind of cutting back on the shoplifting, so, how `bout a good old-fashioned ‘IOU’?”

[carolineandthemuses-blog]

❝ Darn your sinister attraction! ❞ (stiles to malia)

ＢＵＦＦＹ → THE SENTENCE MEME

Today was the dreaded math test.  The only way out of it was ensuring Stiles didn’t want to go to school either.  Before he was even fully awake, she was on top of him with her lips on his.  “Let’s not go to school today,” she mumbled against his mouth.  She smiled at his reply, taking it as a yes.

[bornforthegoodfight]

“These are old-man shoes.” (from angel)

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice  {Sentence Starters}

Hanging up the rest of the ensemble, she glanced back at Angel as he mused pitifully over her shoe choice. “It goes wit’ the look, bud,” Fran muttered, “besides, after a hundred, you’ve got to start to accept old age.” Even if he didn’t look the part...at all. “You could wear pants half-way up your torso and most of the people in the room are still gonna swoon.”

Making a face as she evaluated the shoes on his feet, the tassels glaringly obvious, it was all she could do not to laugh. “Next mission, Cordy does it and you’ll definitely scream high fashion,” she offered with a shrug. “Don’t blame me for you giving her vacation time.” Somehow, Fran suspected Cordelia had talked him into PTO too, the thought alone brought a smile to her lips. 

“Ah, this calls for a drink, yeah?”