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this pain was never pretty, not the bleeding any kind of poetic. this wasn’t the tragic story that if you look from the right angel is beautiful. sometimes the pain just hurts, sometimes the bleeding is just blood, sometimes the tragedy just shatters you. canon multi muse. penned by charlie.
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#like this........ for a thing#specify muse tho :*#OOC.#i wanna try 2 do ic things here#i moved derek n scott away 2 their own blogs tho
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its 2 cold!!!!!!!! much 2 cold!!!!!!! @bruiseknuckles @venomclaws
#i'm a small australian boi just trying not 2 freeze 2 death#TBD.#MY FINGERS ARE ICICLES#IM UNDER THREE BLANKETS#MY LAPTOP IS ACTUALLY SO COLD ITS HARD 2 TOUCH IT#FUCK Y'ALL
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morning ❤︎❤︎ gonna spend this morning over on @atlaswolf probably. i would like to get up and eat breakfast but it’s 12 degrees celsius ( 54 fahrenheit. ) which is only 2 degree’s higher than literally 2am ln. not 2 b rude but autumn can suck my ass.
#this went from informational to whiny bitch rl quick#02. OUT OF CHAR.#IT'S SO COLD!!!!!!! NOT GOOD!!!!!!!#anything under 20 celsius is not ok#THIS IS FAR FROM OK
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If you’re LGBT reblog this and tag with your orientation/identity and how you like your eggs
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more unrequited plots (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞
assumed unrequited with mutual pining (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞
actual unrequited & super angsty pining (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞
i love you, just not like that unrequited (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞
we can still be friends even though i’m totally in love with you and it crushes me unrequited (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞
i could treat you better than anyone you’ve been with, unrequited. (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞
you deserve someone who loves you like i do. unrequited (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞
you’re about to get married but lol btw i’ve been in love with you since high school unrequited. (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞
i had the biggest crush on you for years — what do u mean u were in love with me the whole fucking time kinda unrequited (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞
i fell in love with you way before you even looked at me twice (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞
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an actual munday photo plus a photo where the filter just made me invisible but kepy isaac
#my son is in the ocean#but also THE PHOTOS R BAD but i like this hoodie#i don't have Ideal lighting till the day time /: it's very stressful#TO BE DELETED.
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stopguilt,
“ a while when you’re really comfortable. ”
tone is light and teasing like he isn’t freaking out about the fact that the man he’s in love with is about to propose to him in the hallway of their apartment where there’s sheets nailed to the ceiling that just caused an argument. stiles never expected to find love, never thought he was deserving of it but here is he is, nothing but a college drop out with nothing going for him, and someone still chose to love him, isaac chose to love him and chose to trust him around his son. he was never a big fan of kids but that kid is something special, he has to be with a father like isaac.
hands are shaking, sometimes that’s all they know but the second there’s isaac’s hand wrapped around his wrist his focus isn’t on how his hands are shaking or how his heart is beating quick and hard inside his chest but just isaac. whiskey hues flick back and forth between lips and eyes, tongue darting out to swipe at his bottom lip out of a nervous habit. isaac deserves to be happy and if stiles somehow manages to do that then he’s not going to let him go.
oh god, how did he get here ?
“ you gonna pop the question any time soon because not sure my nerves can handle another minute of the question not being asked. ”
❝ no, i was gonna wait another hour. build some tension. ❞
it’s odd, how a boy who’s only known pain could find light within a world that’s done nothing but beat him down, could trust people even after his heart has been shattered over & over.
first it was his son, the boy who is braver than anyone should have be at his age, smile glows like he’s never known sadness, eyes twinkling like isaac’s mother used to swear isaac’s did. most days, he swears he wouldn’t have made it this far without him, other days, he wishes cam had someone better to look up to.
what kind of hero is a broken boy who doesn’t trust his own hands? what kind of inspiration is a boy who can’t stop holding sadness in his throat even when it chokes him?
but then this fucking moron came along, lips tasting like whiskey & eyes any boy could drown in ( isaac did. god, he drowned in stiles the second he had his hands on isaac’s hips. ). it was supposed to be a one night stand, supposed to be a fleeting moment of how normal guys in their twenties live but —— it became something else so quickly.
it felt like whip lash, one second he’s downing a beer that tastes like regret, the next he’s got stiles sitting at his breakfast table arguing about WHATEVER with cam, but his son’s smiling, smiling in a way cam’s mother never made him smile. that was the moment isaac knew he loved him, that was the moment he knew he’d give anything for him.
& fuck, isaac lahey really loves stiles stilinski’s stupid ass ( & the rest of him too, thankfully. ), which means promising his entire life to stiles isn’t that scary, not as terrifying as it should be, because he knew too quickly that they’d be here eventually, or at least he’d hoped. isaac’s fingers squeeze stiles’ wrist gently, fond smile sitting comfortable on isaac’s lips as he ducks his head, nose nudging against stiles’.
❝ ———— you’re cute when you’re nervous, you know. ❞
#isaac is now the TIME#isaac's jsut so fuckin ahppy like!!!#he has his boys!!!!#it's all he needs !!!!#IL. HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS.#01. I. LAHEY.#02. PROSE.#stopguilt#ok why did this get so long#this is entirely isaac just loving his boys ?#gay#this isn't as formatted as my usual replies bc tumblr is rude n lagging so i wrote it up in my notes alkjdhfasdf
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You swallow halos and spit out nooses.
How can I not believe in monsters
when I see men like you,
walking with your knuckles
bleeding against the concrete?
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i imagine, if you’d let me kiss you, i’d do it wrong,
but afterward you’d hold my face in your hands,
look into eyes i’ve always hated and tell me
loving me was like coming home.
home has never been about perfection,
home was about removing the fear of love being
fleeting in a world where everything leaves eventually.
i hope you know every time i see your smile,
it’s like watching the sun rise for the fist time
after a decade of nothing but darkness. i
hope you know that i don’t feel home-sick
anymore.
— there’s a girl who looks like the sun / there’s a girl who makes my hands feel like they’re burning.
#02. OUT OF CHAR.#*#a poem No one asked 4#but no one is online so it's fine#this is rewritten bc the original was garbage#when will i stop referencing sunrises#I LOVE SUNRISES so much#jsut fun fact
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stopguilt,
“ you had an extra practice with kira instead of me, i’m hurt. ” he could actually care less, he’d rather it be kira than him since coach made him run twenty laps in yesterday’s practice causing him to almost passed out and possibly die, that’s enough practice for him but he has to distract him from getting in his room. he almost feels bad for scott, almost.
still no moving from him nothing but a shake of his head and licking at his lips, he knows scott won’t care but they’re past that point now and for some reason, he just can’t let him in. “ just —— let’s go to my place. ”
❝ no, you’re not, dude. ❞ he knows his best friend better than he knows himself most days, & he knows stiles isn’t going to weep over not getting to do MORE exercise than he has to. he saw how stiles was hunched over & gasping for air at practice, he doubted stiles wanted to relive the whole experience barely a day later.
god, stiles really isn’t going to give up is he? to be fair —— when has he ever given up on anything? ( other than himself, that is. ).
exhausted gaze try to portray annoyance but there’s no actual heat behind it. there never really is. scott doesn’t know how to be mad at stiles, he hasn’t for years ( & when he has been angry, it’s never been fully him, always the full moon or the wolf inside his chest burning his skin or clawing his chest, making him into someone else, something monstrous. ).
❝ stiles, i love you, i do but we’re both well aware i’m physically stronger than you & could kick your ass if i had to. please don’t make me pick you up & move you out the way. i’m way too tired to do that but if it means i get my bed & shower, then i’ll do it. you can come nap with me if you want, i really don’t care. ❞
#'i could kick ur ass' LIKE U FUCKIN WOULD U WEEB#he's trying 2 soudn threatening but he's literally saying#'don't make me pick u up >:( i wanna nap'#what a big tired baby#stopguilt#02. PROSE.#01. S. MCCALL.
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#SM & KY. YOU REMEMBERED MY NAME.#i cant believe i love these nerds#'who'#WHO ARE U FOOLING#01. K. YUKIMURA.#01. S. MCCALL.#scira //#also ft:#01. S. STILINSKI.#n his flailing limbs#03. VISAGE.
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stopguilt,
no hesitation as he quickly moves to get the chains from the nearby bag. he hates this too, he remembers sitting outside scott’s bedroom the night of his first full moon screaming as the moon burned while the wolf took over just begging for him to un-cuff him. he doesn’t feel the same amount of guilt now, has no problem with chaining them up if needed because it’s what’s best for them —— and him but still doesn’t enjoy chaining his friends up as much as everyone would assume he does.
looking into her eyes, hand reaching out to wrap around her wrist and he squeezes just a little bit. he wants to make this easier for her but he’s not exactly sure how to make the fire in her veins as the full moon shines any better, when did this become his life ?
“ okay, you’re alright just think about ——- think about pizza. what’s your opinion on pineapple pizza ? there’s a right answer to this, i hope you know. ” words spoken quickly as he closes the cuff of the chain around her wrist.
❝ pineapple sucks. tastes bad on everything. pizza included. ❞
her answer comes easily, she knows what he’s trying to do, it’s easy to tell that he’s trying to distract her mind from the racing thoughts of violence & losing control. it doesn’t work, but she’s thankful for the attempt. he’s always trying to help her, trying to help scott’s pack, she wonders if he realises how much good he does. probably not. he seems to have a self hatred complex branded into his bones.
she can already feel her blood lust kicking up, she feels the anger that’s not hers burning in her throat like it always does, it always starts there, but then it spreads. god, sometimes she swears it takes over completely. maybe it’s the coyote, or maybe it’s just the piling GUILT she carries around manifesting itself into something scarier once she doesn’t have full control over her actions that makes her feel angry during the shift. or maybe she can just blame the moon. but that feels like the cowards way to explain it. she’s not a coward.
she actually manages a SMILE as his hand wraps around her wrist, the touch calming her slightly for a fleeting second. it’s not a lot, but it’s something. malia’s not too far gone that she can’t think straight, not too far under the control of the moon that’s making her skin burn. malia doesn’t fight the chains around her waist, simply closes her eyes in an attempt to stop her eyes flashing blue.
❝ just —— lock the chains & go, okay? scott probably needs you. ❞ i don’t like people seeing me out of control. i don’t like feeling monstrous. i don’t want you to see the shift, see the glowing eyes & fear me.
#stopguilt#stiles is now the time to talk about pizza#MT. HE'S MY ANCHOR.#01. M. TATE.#02. PROSE.#ALSO JSUT AHH#the 'she's not a coward' bit is absolutely rooted in animal instinct of needing to never back down#and to show dominance bc weakness of any kind is seen as just weakness#and will be taken advantage of#so if u back down ur weak n she had 2 learn as a coyote that she couldn't back down#every day was a fight 4 survival#(: she still feels like every day is a war. which is Not fair
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stopguilt,
imessage – isaac lahey : whatever you want dude.
he wasn’t going to fight him on it, he’s offering him a place to stay not to be his best buddy so he wasn’t going to force him to take his room, they have a guest room for a reason. he knows that sometimes he might go a little far with his words with having no filter and just not caring half the time but he wouldn’t make fun of him in a situation like this, not on purpose anyway because most of the time he just can’t help what comes out of his mouth, it’s a problem he’s come to notice.
they may not get along but he wouldn’t use the same words isaac’s father used on him.
imessage – isaac lahey : don’t really care as long as you don’t try to kill me.
imessage — stiles : i wouldn’t.
isn’t it obvious that underneath the jabs & endless snark, he gives a shit about stiles? about the boy with the constellations of moles along neck, who’s eyes bleed amber, who’s hands shake more often than they stay steady. when it comes down to it, stiles is his pack, wolf instinct intertwines stiles’ life with isaac’s own. if it came down to HIM or stiles, he’d pick stiles, no hesitation. though, that might also have something to do with his lack of self preservation & dwindling will to live but —— not the point. he’d still choose stiles’ life over his own.
there’s a long sigh, this is his only option. stiles is his only chance at a temporary safe haven until scott finishes his shift at least. fingers tuck phone into pocket, head ducked & shoulders curled as isaac makes his way from jeep to door, then from door to up the staircase. he pauses, for more than a few lingering seconds once he gets to stiles’ bedroom door. god, is he just gonna stand outside stiles’ door? ‘cause that’s not fucking creepy at all, is it?
isaac glances down to his own trembling hands, trying to will them to stillness.
( spoiler alert: he fails. )
❝ you decent? ❞ he hates the way his voice sounds WEAK, it gives away far too quickly how fragile of a state he’s in. his voice is quieter than usually, faux confidence shattered like glass & left behind on the floor of derek’s loft.
#stiles: come over#isaac 20 seconds later: is outside his bedroom door#what a mess of a boy#stopguilt#IL. TO BE TAGGED.#02. PROSE.#01. I. LAHEY.
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We could’ve worked,“ she said quietly.
“I know,” he replied.
“We could’ve made it. We could’ve done it, I loved you. I loved you so much.
A.M.// but we didn’t work out and that’s okay. (via tullipsink)
#MT & SS. I'D NEVER LEAVE WITHOUT YOU.#i'm reblogging this again ?#bc ? fuck me up ?#the most stalia
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YOUR BONES ACHE TO REMIND YOU THAT YOU ARE REAL.
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new discourse, opinions on:
mushrooms
tomatoes
ramen
popsicles
bananas
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