#shadowsfought

[bxdassbanshee]

[ @shadowsfought​ started following you ]

‘  probably  best  you  didn’t  say  anything  to  them .  ’

[mythsofmodern]

@shadowsfought​​​ /@notacalavera​ sent an ask: ‘ TFLN ’ ( from derek and noah to lydia pls )

SEND ‘TFLN’ FOR A TEXT STARTER.

[[ text to The Most Okay-ish Hale™ ]]  I need to stop getting high and watching documentaries. Wanna go to Japan with me and protest the mass genocide of dolphins?

[masterwcrk]

Noah. ( @shadowsfought​ )

[ 📱 — sms ] i think you have the wrong number.

→ [ 💬 ;; Noah ] stop ignoring me, Noah → [ 💬 ;; Noah ] NOAH.

[scarfwere]

isaac edits  :  the hales . 

[villainshe]

                    ❛  i  can’t  do  that  if  i’m  dead  ,  ya  know  ?  ❜  @shadowsfought​  /  derek  /  liked

[entangledmuses]

@shadowsfought​ asked:  are you free now? want to go for some coffee? ( alec @ izzy )

She couldn’t remember how long it had been since her and Alec just stopped and took some time to catch up with each other. She actually felt like it had been a long time since she actually saw me. 

It had been so busy lately in the institute, and with them both doing their own work, they didn’t seem to have time to just be them, Alec and Izzy, brother and sister.

She beamed brightly at him, and put the Ipad down and nodded. “I think I can take some time to catch up with my brother.” She replied.

“Lets actually go out and get coffee though, so we’re not disrupted by this lot.” She chuckled.

[afterhxurs]

@shadowsfought

“Your hearing aid is off and I know you can read my lips.” How rude.  Scott was trying to make an effort to socialize with Noah. And the other boy wasn’t cooperating--- Derek left him here for a reason. The werewolf crosses his arms and stomps away from from the tension. It’s not good for either of them. “Why did Derek bring you here if you’re not willing to cooperate...?”

[ofdamages-arc]

@shadowsfought​ said: “Could you just try to listen?”

  “What am I listening to, Derek? What could you possibly have to tell me that matters enough for me to stop what I’m doing and listen to you?” Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, one hand balling in the fabric of her shirt beneath her underarm. The sight of his face forced a flush of hot anger through her. It was a nearly automatic reaction after the role he’d had in the death of her mother. There was nothing he could say to her that would make her see him in a more favorable light.