#toleaveamark

[blamrps]

If you click HERE you will find 73 gif icons of Zayn Malik in his music video for Dusk Till Dawn made by yours truly. 

[sorepulse]

“  mom says you haven’t called her in months.  ”    the younger of the two is helping herself.  fridge door open,  only to be met with a sad excuse of a spread.  carmen opts for a water before she’s peeking into the freezer.  fingers crossed.    “  either she’s being dramatic,  or you remain a terrible son.  ”    her search for anything remotely edible remains fruitless;  just as expected.  only option left is to center her attention on him.    “  when you don't check in with her,  she gets on my case.  so do us both a favor and call her.  ”

@toleaveamark

[noctuatim]

@toleaveamark

Stiles was stretched out on the therapist’s chaise lounge chair, legs crossed at the ankles and hands leisurely locked behind his head. Needless to say, Stiles Stilinski wasn’t one of Jack Marsland’s scheduled appointments. “Exactly what part of “you’re on a deadpool” don’t you get?” The vague smell of sex and lilies reached the back of Stiles’ throat with a hefty inhale. “Because I’m pretty sure staying in Beacon Hills wasn’t part of our little conversation the other day.” 

[runrubyred]

‘ am i supposed to be scared? ’ SURPRISE MEEEE.

"I mean, depends on what shit you find scary, but this is more thriller than horror." Gabe pressed play on the remote. "So you should be good."

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his chest with a hidden smirk. The movie Gabe had put on was nothing but cheap jumpscares.

[runrubyred]

‘ how long have you been standing there? ’ DEALER'S CHOICE. 👈😎👉

Ace pointed at the other with a cigarette perched between two fingers. "Long enough to see you're wasting my goddamn time." His sentence was smoke-filled and gravelly. "Are we doing this or not?"

[runrubyred]

have you ever lied to someone you love?

“All the time.” Felix’s laugh tumbled into a snort. “ALL the time. Diego’s fashion is so... bad. He’s always calling me on Facetime to ask if an outfit looks good—and Lord help my ass if tell him it doesn’t. He’ll keep me on for, like, two more fucking hours until he settles on something that doesn’t look like William Moninet's painted him to life.” Felix pushed up his glasses with his middle finger. “Moninet paints clowns, FYI. So, yeah. I lie to him. I got shit to do.”

[devilscratch]

❛ you know, there is something else i possess; feelings! ❜ from phoenix

“Good to know, because getting blood out of stone is… tricky.” Nick dropped a few more ingredients into the potion. The herbs sizzled like pale feathers in acid. “You can give it to me willingly–just a few drops–or we can see how long the fires decide to rage when you’re reborn again.“ Nick looked up from the bubbling cauldron, eyes reflecting the swirling color. “What’s the record now? Two days?” Again, he offered the small ornate blade. “I’m trying to help, Phoenix. Take it.” 

[noctuatim]

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ { STILES AND KAAMIR THO BYE }

FOR EACH “⭐️” I GET, I’LL WRITE A HEADCANON ABOUT OUR MUSES

Stiles never helps when he’s waiting for Kaamir to close up the store. He’ll sit on the counter, point out spots that Kaamir missed when he was sweeping, vent about trivial things that Kaamir probably gives two fucks about… Stiles never notices Kaamir rolling his eyes.

Stiles and Kaamir have known each other for years (sort of). Stiles and his dad have bought flowers from Kaamir’s family for a long time, but Stiles and Kaamir have never actually had a proper conversation until Stiles’ last year in high school. 

Kaamir rejects Stiles constantly, but it’s more in the way a mother might lie to a child when they ask for a toy in the store. “Tomorrow.” “Later.” “Not now.” “Don’t you want something else instead?” Eventually Stiles stops asking or just forgets all together, but that’s when Kaamir nods and tells him “Okay. Just this once.” 

Eventually, Stiles comes to Kaamir for plant-related questions. (He figures the language of flowers should have an unbiased and readily-available translator, who isn’t caught up in supernatural bullshit like a certain mystical veterinarian.)

Stiles really likes when Kaamir smiles. It’s like finally landing on a clear radio station after driving to nothing but static for hours–and they’re playing your favorite song.