#softwoes

[condolesco-blog]

@softwoes sent: ‘hello darling, welcome home.’  from stiles to isaac.

❝     YOU’RE HOME EARLY.    ❞    suspicion laces your tone,  a single brow raised as you glance around the room looking for something that’s wrong.   something has to be wrong.   stiles is being nice.  too nice which means he’s clearly either done something wrong or he’s up to something.   you sniff the air,  checking for the lingering scent of smoke or something.   you glance back toward him,   eyes squinted  (an action you’ve picked up from him).    ❝    what the hell did you do?    ❞

[galgher-arc]

   @softwoes​ ’ you’d better not have rabies. ’  for paige.

    king of eye rolls, if you rolled them any further perhaps they’d end up in the back of your head.   hand reaches out, playful nudge to her shoulder.  both of you seated here in the front of ambulance.  shifts weren’t the same without her.  the two of you made a team unparalleled to the rest of them - of course, you wouldn’t say that out loud.  “ yeah, of course i do. be careful. i might just bite. ”  laughter falls from lips as you say it.    ( what would you do without this girl by your side?  best friend, through thick and thin. )     “ if anyone’s gonna have it, it’s you with your hoard of cats. ”   

[lupuscore]

@softwoes sent: “it’s my job to protect you.” from scott to liam.

❝     THAT’S THE PROBLEM,  SCOTT.   it’s not your job.    ❞     not when you’re not worth protecting,   not when he’s already got enough to worry about.    doesn’t he remember the damage you’ve done?   doesn’t he remember the damage you did to him?   maybe it was your anger,   or maybe it was the moon,  but it was still you.   it was still your hands.  it was still your face he saw.

you try to be one of the good guys,   someone scott would be proud of,   someone mason would be proud to love,  someone your mother wouldn’t be scared of,  but you’re a fuck-up.   always getting people hurt,   always trying to do the right thing but only ever making things so much worse.   doesn’t he get it?   you’re not the one that needs protection.   most days,   it’s the world that needs protection from you.  and you don’t know how to fix that.  and you can’t ask him to try.   not when you’ve already got plenty of people working to reign you in.

❝     i’m not your duty.   yeah,   you bit me.   yeah,   that fucked a lot of stuff up.   but you don’t owe me your protection because of it.   i don’t want to be an obligation.    ❞    but that’s all you are,   aren’t you?  to your friends?  to your parents?   you’re nothing but a bother,   something they have to look after,   something they have to control and clean-up after.

❝     i don’t need you to save me.   to protect me.   i never asked for that.   i’m thankful for everything you’ve done for me.   you saved me from the well,  you helped save mason but——  you don’t owe me anything,   scott.  you don’t owe anyone anything.    ❞

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softwoes

  i can shoot whiskey, vodka and tequila w/o a...

that’s because beer is disgusting

IT IS NOT

[condolesco-blog]

@softwoes sent: ‘can i hug you?’  from scott to isaac.

❝    WHAT?    ❞    you can’t remember the last time someone ask your permission to touch you,  let alone hug you.    eyes are widened,   the oceans of your hues swimming with confusion,  fear bleeding into them too.  what if it’s a trap?  don’t you remember your father?   the way he’d be kind for a moment so you’d let down your defences,  so you’d trust him,  then he’d hurt you.    don't you remember how he laughed?  don't you remember how pathetic you were?

don’t you remember that you can’t trust anyone?  your hands are shaking,   you can’t remember a time when they weren’t that you didn’t have a paint brush in your hand.   you inhale shakily,   hand lifting to rub at the upper arm of your other one.   you probably reek of anxiety,  of confusion,  of fear.   

but something inside your heart tugs the arm down,  something inside of you  (the empty part,  the part that wants and wants and wants despite the fact you know boys like you don’t deserve to be touched by boys like him,  despite the fact you know you’ll never deserve the love he hands out so freely)  is desperate to be touched,  to be held,  to feel loved,  even if it’s only for a fleeting moment,  even if it isn’t real.

❝     i,  uh———  sure.  i guess.    ❞    you wonder if he notices the way your voice shakes.  you wonder if he knows how much courage it takes to trust him.   you wonder if he knows how few times you’ve been held in the last decade.    ❝     if you want to.    ❞   

[silverhntrssa]

TWENTY YEARS  and  still  everything’s  in  black  and  white .    twenty  years  and  two  boyfriends  two  girlfriends  and  you  still  can’t  match  your  clothes  without  help  from  someone  who  can  see  color .    twenty  years  and  too  many  one  night  stands  to  count ,  too  many  drunken  nights  at  whichever  frat  house  houses  the  most  people ,  too  many  colorless  eyes  meeting  yours  with  no  change  to  the  world  around  you .

you’ve  given  up  at  this  point .    you  gave  up  when  someone  you  slept  with  admitted  they  were  cheating  on  their  soulmate .    what’s  the  point  of  a  soulmate  if  people  still  can’t  be  faithful ?    frankly ,  you  think  it’s  bullshit .    you  have  a  ten  page  research  paper  on  the  topic  to  prove  it .

until  suddenly  you  lock  eyes  with  him .    you  see  color .    you  blink  a  few  times  ;  it’s  obviously  just  your  eyes  playing  tricks  on  you  —  but  you  open  them  again  and  it’s  brighter .    how  has  no  one  mentioned  how  overwhelming  it  is  to  suddenly  be  faced  with  so  much  color  and  your  supposed  soulmate ?

anxiety  grips  at  your  stomach ,  heart  beating  uncomfortably  ;  you  think  you  might  throw  up .     it’s  all  you  can  do  to  get  out  of  the  loud  house ,  the  thumping  music  and  grinding  bodies ,  before  you’re  throwing  up  in  the  bushes  —  the  bushes  of  a  frat  house  ;  real  classy ,  allison .

@softwoes  /  what a romantic first meeting

[bitchspirited]

    you  think  you’ve  been  standing  at  his  apartment  door  for  fifteen  minutes  now ,  hand  poised  to  knock  but  always  pulling  away  before  you  can  commit .    what  if  he’s  not  even  happy  to  see  you ?    for  weeks  now  you’ve  been  here ,  watching  him ,  trying  to  see  if  it  was  even  a  good  idea  for  you  to  come  and  turn  his  life  upside  down  once  again .    but  today  you  saw  him  again ,  stood  just  close  enough  to  smell  the  familiar  scent  of  his  cologne .    you  made  it  quick ,  just  a  brush  past  him  with  your  back  turned  so  he  wouldn’t  see  you .    it  was  then  you  decided  you  couldn’t  wait  any  longer . 

    except  when  you  finally  knock  on  his  door ,  when  it  finally opens  ―  it’s  not  isaac .  it’s  a  girl  in  lingerie  with  messy  hair  and  swollen  lips .    you  shouldn’t  feel  as  jealous  as  you  are .    a  glance  past  her  before  you  open  your  mouth  to  speak .

   ❝  is  isaac  here ?  ❞

@softwoes  ;  a nice serving of pain coming ur way