GIVE A DOG A BONE

ind. cerberus oc. mutuals only.

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hate me when i’m gone, i’ll make it worth your while when i’m successful but when i’m here i need your kindness ‘cause the climb is always stressful   clumsily grasp myself by thinking i’ll be better off alone   i’ll leave my peace in pieces all around the decent people back at home 'cause i’m a big boy, an adult now or nearly if i pull the wool back from my eyes i can see clearly the world is at my feet and i am standing on the ceiling and i fall, fall, fall, when it all comes down and i won’t be crushed by the weight of this town i fall from the sky but i won’t fall forever i fall but when i’ll rise i’ll be stronger than ever

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take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place. —— ind & private rule 63 scott mccall. mtv’s teen wolf. mature themes. low activity. written by bast.

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*SLAMS FIST DOWN*  SOMEONE MAKE A HADES & OR A PERSEPHONE.

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I KNOW WHEN THAT HOTLINE BLING — 1-800-HOTLINEBASTIANA

@titsmccall / @mccallito / @195388 / @oncetrue @justflcwers / @halebitch / @pessiminski / @voraciiious

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here i am awake, but at what cost??????

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@tropicalqueer

#THOSE SHORTS !!!#@bastiana remember raul

I AM LITERALLY CRYING BECAUSE JUST LAST NIGHT I WAS TALKING ABOUT HOW I MISS HIM ))))):

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DIISTEMPER .

         his body moves ROBOTICALLY, working through the motions of the day that he had planned for hours ahead of time. it was all he could do to stay sane - have some form of regularity that he could depend on and create structure for himself. keys on the hook in the walkway. jacket slung over the stair railing. shoes placed in the assigned box to his left. as he approached his room his backpack was already slung over one shoulder, preparing to be laid in its designated spot to the right of his door - however his attention was so focused on the placement of his backpack, he doesn’t even catch the sight of an unfamiliar body lying in his bed.

the usual reactions to fear that a human might experience strike him first in the initial split second. a jump, widening of eyes, a quick hitch of the breath resembling a gasp, the defensive grasping of his backpack as he moves it quickly in front of his body. its a wonder with all his aching heart has been through he doesn’t have a HEART ATTACK at these minor scares. he remains standing though, frantic eyes searching the face in front of him wordlessly as he tries to piece together whatever the hell he seems to be missing. this guys talking to him like they’re FRIENDS.

there’s an infliction in the tone he received from the STRANGER on the bed that makes his second guess himself, the candid way he words his sentence that is reminiscent of someone all too familiar - someone he might expect to be in his room.

“            RUS? ”

        for the first few moments, he’s quiet. it’s what he’s used to. and there’s a slight grin that tugs at his lips —— accompanying the tilt of his head. the odd little angle of his jaw as he continues to take the boy in. each little jerk of his body. the frantic and rushed movements of bracing himself as if the hound in his room would really hurt him. but there’s the catch —— the whole dilemma that stiles is presented with. not knowing that the boy on his bed is the same exact person as the man he’s accustomed to. ( the man with dark circles under his eyes and a penchant for trouble. ) sad thing, he’s going to keep him waiting.

                                going to take his time as he rolls over from his stomach and sits up. brushes his hand over his head and shrugs. still no answer as he stands, taller than he would before.   “ rus. ”   as if that’s all the clarification he needs.   “ demon dog of the underworld —— kinda have to figure i have more than a few tricks up my sleeve. ”   at least he’s not intimidating. only goes as far as taking a few steps in stiles’ direction so that he can effectively tug the backpack out of his arms.   “ not scared, are you? ”

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Unpopular Character Meme: favorite underappreciated regular character

Wes Gibbins

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OHEMJEEPERS .

              “um cool — ? it’s gelatto so maybe , shut up.”

        “ alright. jeez. i wasn’t talking like it was a bad thing —— what flavor? ”   smooth recover.

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POSTVOIDED .

                          ❛ —— did you get run over by a truck?  ❜ 

        close. clipped by a speeding motorcyclist. the kind of stuff you can expect when walking in the middle of the street. where he doesn’t belong.   “ something like that. ”   broken arm, bruised ribs —— along those lines. but he’ll be fine.   “ mind taking me through the drive-through? i’d kill for some nuggets. ”   and a milkshake too.

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Foggy streets

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Oscar Isaac on Entertainment Tonight

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HELL HAS A NAME, “SATAN’S DEN”  ———  HE’S GONNA STRAP HER TO THE BED, SPREAD APART HER LEGS AND PULL THE SOUL OUT OF THE BODY THAT IT’S IN AND WHEN HE’S DONE HE WILL GIVE HER TO THE EARTH  ———  A STARVING ANIMAL WILL ALWAYS FEED  ———  GOD AS HIS WITNESS, HE’LL SMILE AS HE WATCHES HER BONES SLIDE BETWEEN ITS TEETH

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@mutuals

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aijack:

now that Tumblr has this new IM system, i just wanna say that it’s 100% OK to message me!

you want to tell me something? go ahead! you tagged me in something? send me a link! you wanna show me something? do it!

i really don’t mind and honestly, i’d feel flattered of you’d message me.