#toburyher

[danceswithjerks-blog]

Teen Wolf Season 4 -drops microphone-

is there a universe/IP that you want to see danny in?

/picks up mic

it started off as a joke, an attempt at silent revenge, arming himself with the knowledge attempted to be denied. he could coexist. he could deal, play dumb, be silent about it, date even.

but he doesn’t take to threats well. attempts on his life, worse.

so, he made a list.

the thing about putting things on the internet; nothing is 100% secure, and nothing is ever truly deleted. just a few hits before he’d decided to take it down, leave it saved locally before deciding what to do with it again. first iteration just had names. no designation, no apparent order, but he’d sorted by type, if that were such a thing. seems like at least one person noticed, though.

contact wasn’t expected -- it was unwarranted, in fact, since he’d done his best not to leave any sort of trail behind him. someone offered to complete the list -- add more, add details, fill in some blanks. what’s the harm? people have the right to know, don’t they? if sex offenders have to be registered, why shouldn’t anyone that acts as lizardlike slave to another, or falls whim to the phases of the moon?

so he opened communication, continued the conversation that was started. at first, the stranger seemed amiable, on board, as time went on, and the list neared what seemed to be completion, the attitude shifted, unanswered attempts at what next were left hanging. when danny stopped responding, the stranger started answering their own questions.

of course, copies of his list were made. of course, the numbers tagged were monetary values. of course, his list was being distributed almost forcibly, and to a number of characters somehow more questionable than the one who’d help him perfect it.

when the mystery machine came rolling in, they asked for his help, and he played dumb. half of it was true, the one behind the overhaul had enough skill and resources to give him a run for his money, but the other half was fear. if he got in too quickly, they’d know. if he took too long, how many would die while the supposed ‘team’ sat idle, expecting him to fix it for them? so he sat it out, put his hands up.

     ‘then what’re you even good for?’

it’s a whisper, but he heard it -- newfound acid from an unexpected angle. the words drip form the boy’s lips like spittle, maddened and sizzling. something about him changed, and it wasn’t just his haircut or lacktherof. danny doesn’t hide his reaction, and he shoves off any attempt to soothe or placate. if they wanted him in this mess, they wouldn’t wait until the bowl was full of blood and ready to spill over...onto his hands, alone.

fuck them.

they can fix it themselves.

[varicgated]

"Don't touch him!"

Meme thing

Henry was not Stiles. There’d been no learning curve for learning to take a hit while giving back as good as he got. There’d been no training alongside werewolves and other monsters and not for the first time in his god damned laugh, his mouth got him in trouble.This time in the form of a giant who supposedly was only seventeen, but Henry was certain that he was at least twenty five and what the fuck was he still doing in the public education system?Regardless of age or anything else, the other had him backed up into a locker, nose bloody and he’d drawn back with the intention of hitting Henry again when Spencer called out. There was a snicker and the other patted his shoulder with a quiet promise to finish this later when his girlfriend wasn’t around to save his ass.And then Henry turned on her, so fucking furious. “You fucking bitch,” he spat, bringing his hand up to wipe angrily at the blood dripping from his nose. “I don’t need your fucking help, Hastings!” He brushed past her, shoulder hitting hers roughly. She was just trying to help; rationally, Henry knew that. But he also knew that the best way to combat dicks like that jock was to take the hits and be done with it. Now, he would never be done with it, especially when word got out about Spencer stepping in. “I like you better when you’re fucking out of your mind on pills,” he spat back, angry enough that he could ignore the twist of guilt clenching his stomach.

[varicgated]

toburyher replied to your post:"Lie to me."

u fUCKING

cackles madly into the night

[varicgated]

"Lie to me."

Meme thing

Lies were good. He could tell lies easier than the truth, would tell her what she needed to hear to keep her away from him because he was Fucked Up, capital F capital U and they were wrong for each other in every single way.He could lie to her, no matter the cost to his own heart, no matter the cost to hers, because in the end, it was for the best.Wasn’t it?“--I don’t love you.”

[varicgated]

"Kindly get the hell away from me."

Meme thing

"What’s the matter, Hastings?” Henry asked, smirking as he slung an arm around her shoulder. “Afraid some of the genius might rub off on you?” 

[herkill-blog]

toburyher ----

                     ❝ surprise! ----- i’m sleeping over, hope you don’t mind. ❞ 

             the complete octavia package (popcorn &&          movies included) was delivered through spencer’s           bedroom window ---- at 2 AM; on a school night. 

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toburyher replied to your post:ok i think i’m going to call it a night sorry i...

plus we exchanged skype so BAsically you did a lot

tRUE.  && i sobbed about ships && talked about bob making a freaking chair with ette. all in all a successful evening. 

[siinnerr-blog]

toburyher replied to your post “Never bet a better.”

fUN COUPLE BONDING ACTIVITIES

h onestly no two people are as On Fire as jude & spencer are

no, literally