May 22, 2014
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“ —— Can I...help you, or...? ” He totally wasn't just singing ‘ Bubblegum Bitch ’ under his breath.
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thefuturehale
protectingdarach
bittenbypeterhale
dxrkhxntrxss
“ —— Can I...help you, or...? ” He totally wasn't just singing ‘ Bubblegum Bitch ’ under his breath.
✐
Send me a ✐ and my character will write yours…
➑ a goodbye letter
Claudia,
When you read this, I won’t be here anymore…
I’m not good at this, so…I’m gonna keep it short.
I love you…
Help your father out somtimes.
Be the strong girl I raised you to be.
I’m so damn proud of you.
Love,
Dad.
☠
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[text]I don't know what the hell your problem is[text]But you need to back off[text]Treading on an alpha's territory is going to get you killed
5 more minutes
Send me “5 more minutes” to see how my character would wake yours up
"You have to get up. Your aunt Lyds is gonna kill us both if you’re to late for your shopping trip with her."
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Hurricane- Panic! At the Disco
[text] I don’t know what to do.
[Text]: What do you mean?
[Text]: What happened?
Claudia knew that Stiles had left for Uncle Scotts house with Lilian earlier that morning so she had no problem about making bacon since he wouldn’t be here in the house.She had the bacon in the pan when her cell phone rang. She answered it putting it up between her shoulder and ear. She began talking to her best friend as she cooked the bacon. She took her eyes off of the pan for a minuet when the smoke alarm went off. "Damn it, McCall. You distracted me. I’ll call you back." She muttered into the phone. She heard footsteps and smiled sheepishly at her father as he walked into the kitchen. “I made breakfast.
He cannot help but laugh at her expression, the thought was what counted after all but he could not help but wonder if she had an ulterior motive. Thinking back to before the fire he could remember quite a few times he had attempted to get what he wanted by buttering up his mother as she was far easier to deal with than his father. "I see...any survivors? Do I need to call the fire department?" Moving past her towards the coffee maker he glances over his shoulder, "What's up with the breakfast? You haven't attempted that in a while."
