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resurrects from the dead.

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( maliathewild )

              ❝ Stiles. ❞         as much as she loved to run her eyes over stiles’s         peacefully sleeping face, it was getting boring. It was         the unfortunate time of 5 AM. Her circadian rhythm         was still on coyote time. Brushing her fingers over         a few of his beauty marks, she landed a kiss on the         biggest one. Though these attempts were not nearly         invasive enough to wake him, so she added a very         impolite poke to his ribs.                ❝ ——-I can’t sleep anymore. ❞ 

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        Though he was never running's biggest fan, Stiles had         a daunting tendency to chase sleep          even if that         might've been m e a n t in the most metaphorical way         possible. Ever cowering nightmares worked in favor of         his o p p o n e n t, one that wasn't friendly with a n y         implications of slumber     despite how desperate lids         were to subdue, trials surpassed all semblances in         regard to hope. And just as auditory lacunae cease,         name signaling in repetition for a moment, a grumble         elicits from plaid-clad chests. He's trying to e n j o y         what little shut eye graces his presence       sue him.

                       ❝ 'm, fine       then what do you suggest I do about it? ❞

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( xperfectshot )

      “Okay, seriously; I don’t think you’ve thought this       through, Stiles. How the hell are you going to explain       a dead girl walking around in the school library?”

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                 ❝ I was leaning towards the whole                 ' Fooled ya ! '      idea, sounds good, right ? ❞

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   A thin smile remains hidden, thumbs retreating from    his notebook in favor of twiddling together with idle    nature just as strawberry blonde fades w h i p around     corners of the desk      seams smear upward in lieu of     abiding other more covert notions.

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i want a thing where muse a is deaf and they have to work passed language barriers while falling in love with muse b, with them starting off by writing in notebooks and passing it to the other, and progressively teaching them sign language until they can have a full conversation without even needing a pen. yeah, totally up for that tbh.

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( exnatura )

               she is a child of the wood  with bramble for hair                & twigs  for fingers.  though she  has returned to               civilisation, she still smells of moss.  leaves the               colour of her eyes & flowers the spectrum of the               rainbow  weave through  both her hair & clothes.               mud streaks her brow. dirt cakes her boots. 

                                         ’ can i use your shower? ‘

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              & he is one to usually l u r k about during sanctions               of nightfall, sleep rems afflicted with torment; refuge               remains covert in the simplest things. it's only when               discoloration of umber hues seek out blotches in his               ceiling        blank unless imaged otherwise         that                a knock proceeds. limbs do weigh l e t h a r g i c with               weariness, though that doesn't cease thumps of steps               to the door. ladled in shadows, digits burrow through               darkness to tentatively curl around her wrist.

                                         ’ i      uh, yeah. sure. '

                      a pause        fleeting.

                                         ' are you okay ? '

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An AU where for your entire life you’ve only seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. The color’s don’t stay when you’re alone, but when they’re there by your side and you’re touching? Everything is beautiful.

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When he sleeps, the snoring does not bother me: the rhythmic growl, gravel shoved across the sidewalk of his throat. It is the grasping, desperate way in which he takes in air—his gulping lungs as if every dream is filled with water and he is trying to inflate the life jacket under his skin. - I babble in my sleep. He believes I am trying to tell him how my heart works, says he will translate the manual one day. I want to ask him: am I the ocean? Are you drowning in everything I don’t say when I’m awake?

Sierra Demulder, The Bones Below (via quoted-books)

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slippingintoacomabored:

     ” ——— i’m erasing you from my speed dial.                    and replace you with parrish.”

     ” ——— parrish? as in the deputy?                                  w h y ?"

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slippingintoacomabored:

    “I was dragged here by a friend.     and seeing as she’s enjoying her     company so much, I’m doing a nice     thing and wasting time so she could     stay here longer.

         ——- do you have an interesting question?”

    "You don't mean that friend over there, do you?"

           [ a finger is to raise in question, directly next to scott. great. ]

   “You've been side eyeing her for the past     five minutes, over your shoulder. Hate to     break it to you     but that guy she's with?     Scott Mccall, best friend of yours truly.

         ——- actually, y e a h. Two tables back, the guy                         here before me, you see him?”

           [ slight dip of his gaze perturbs to the scum only a mere few feet away. ] 

        "What do you think his story is?"

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daughterstobeleaders:

"he doesn’t seem that bad. a bit bossy, but lydia doesn’t seem like the nicest person in the world either. i don’t see you jumping at the opportunity to hang out.”

"he might as well have douche signed on his forehead,  to be honest. lydia martin is a freakin' angel, don't ask me why she surrounds herself with morons, it's beyond even my level of understanding      i mean, you don't  seem like a m o r o n, but everyone else is.

                                beautiful people herd together, didn't really                                 see a chance of sliding my way into that one."

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slippingintoacomabored:

          “ w h a t e v e r                  you say. “

          "          ... "

          “ i think i'm gonna call malia. “

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slippingintoacomabored:

         ”Of course, and guess w h a t ?           I already have a place for your corpse.”

         ”You know, for someone at an event for a lot            of people, you're severely lacking in some            people skills        like manners, mainly."

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daughterstobeleaders:

“          aren’t you supposed to be nice to the new girl?”

“i'm being nice by giving you my opinion. i don't see the appeal of hanging out with them. lydia? totally. jackson? not so much."”

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today is just one of those days where i really want to have sex with crystal reed.