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CONTAINEDXBETA !
“ God damn it you piece of sh— “ Breathing in deep, Stiles calmed himself as much as he could before he pushed open his door and stepped out onto the road to round his car and check the damage. If it wasn’t for the sentimental value of the Jeep or how ridiculously attached to it he had grown this thing would have been scrapped a LONG time ago. It had to break down at least twice a week without fail.
He had been on his way home from visiting his dad at the station, going over a few do’s and don’ts for his upcoming exam with the academy when it happened this time. Stiles had placed in an application at the station a long time ago, if for no other reason than to follow protocol but he had a job ready and waiting for him when he was done with the Academy ( if he passed. ) He was smart enough, he just had a bit of an attitude problem and a knack for cutting corners.
He hadn’t been paying any attention to where exactly he had broken down, he knew these streets like the back of his hand and most nights drove home via instinct than actually caring where he was going. It wasn’t until he gave a swift glance to his left that he noticed he was outside Isaac’s old house. He wouldn’t have given it much thought if it wasn’t for the fact that there were lights on inside. Isaac ( as far as he was aware ) was still in France and hadn’t sold the house so there was no reason for them to be. Seconds away from wanting to check it out he caught a glimse of a familiar, tall figure entering the home.
So, Isaac was home?
Leaning back, Stiles reached up to close the hood of his Jeep, grabbed a rag to wipe at his hands and made his way across the street and down the short path to the front door of that same house. He knocked once, not too loud but loud enough to be heard and took a single step back. He waited for the door to open and when he was greeted with that familiar face he offered a smile.
“ So it is you. You’re back? “
Coming back to Beacon Hills was really something that Isaac had put off for too long. He’d left with Chris and within a couple of months Chris was gone and back in California and Isaac-- well, he was stuck in France. Not actually stuck because he could have come home any time he wanted but, the truth was he didn’t know exactly where ‘home’ was anymore. Beacon Hills lost it’s luster and draw as home a long time ago. Honestly, if it wasn’t for tying up loose ends he wouldn’t be here now. His childhood home had bad memories that outweighed the good and all Isaac was thinking about was starting his life.
It didn’t seem like much had changed. Sure everyone had grown up and moved on. Derek was gone-- Isaac found that out. So was Scott or at least that’s how it appeared. Isaac had seen the blue Jeep puttering around town and how in the hell that damn thing was still running was a mystery. That thing should have been condemned long ago but, Stiles was the one that had to drive around in it.
Standing in the kitchen-- god he hated that place. Isaac heard the knock at the door and snapped out of his reverie moving to answer it. Pulling the door open Isaac stood in the door for a moment without moving.
❝ Haven’t sold the house... yet so can’t think of anyone else that would be here.❞ Relaxing a little Isaac moved from the door. ❝ Come on in.❞
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“Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.”
‘The Princess Bride’ sentence meme
❝ Oh I’m sorry did you expect your own personal cheerleader? ❞
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‘The Princess Bride’ sentence meme
Send one to my muse for their reaction
“Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”
“You’re trying to kidnap what I’ve rightfully stolen.”
“While you’re at it, why don’t you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it?”
“They’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”
“I can cope with torture.”
“Get used to disappointment.”
“You’ve made your decision then?”
“Frankly, I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting.”
“I would sooner destroy a stained glass window than an artist like yourself.”
“Am I going mad, or did the word “think” escape your lips?”
“Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.”
“I admit it, you are better than I am.”
“You never said anything about killing anyone.”
“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
“You mock my pain!”
“Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.”
“Do you always begin conversations this way?”
“This is true love; you think this happens every day?”
“Australia is entirely peopled with criminals!”
“There’s not a lot of money in revenge.”
“You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.”
“Anyone who says differently is selling something.”
“Anybody want a peanut?”
“I do not envy you the headache you will have when you awake. But for now, rest well and dream of large women.”
“Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.”
“The battle of wits has begun.”
“I wasn’t nervous. Maybe I was a little bit concerned, but that’s not the same thing.”
“We’ll never succeed. We may as well die here.”
“Please understand I hold you in the highest respect.”
“Isn’t there any way you trust me?”
“You’re trying to trick me into giving away something. It won’t work.”
“I’ll explain, and I’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.”
“I told you I would always come for you. Why didn’t you wait for me?”
“I’m not saying I’d like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.”
“You can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces.”
“What hideous sin have you committed lately?”
“Yes, you’re very smart. Shut up.”
“There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.”
“That doesn’t leave much time for dilly-dallying.”
“Where I come from, there are penalties when a woman lies.”
“It would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable.”
“I challenge you to a battle of wits.”
“Look, I don’t mean to be rude but this is not as easy as it looks, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me.”
“Do you hear that? That is the sound of ultimate suffering.”
“You be careful. People in masks cannot be trusted.”
“Please consider me as an alternative to suicide.”
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≼ New Tag Dump: ≽
#✕ || it’s been hangin’ round for days || out of character#✕| bummed out fugitive || isaac lahey#✕| maybe i was trying to kiss you || allison argent#✕| I think you should hit me || scott mccall#✕| we were watching over you || melissa mccall#✕| yeah we’re still milking that || stiles stilinski#✕| i just didn’t feel like doing homework || lydia martin#✕| meet the maker || derek hale#✕| we’re incredibly and unbelievably sick || vernon boyd#✕| i still don’t trust him || peter hale#✕| i hope it made you stronger || erica reyes#✕ || ι ωяιтє ѕιηѕ αη∂ тяαgє∂ιєѕ || ∂яαввℓєѕ ©#✕ || and there’s no way I’m going to remember all of this || headcanons ©#ღ do you hate me(mes)? ღ
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TOP 25 TEEN WOLF CHARACTERS AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS ↳ #06 - Isaac Lahey
“Being helpful is kind of a new thing for me.”
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scentofarmani:
“You did come pick me up, maybe you are a drunk taxi,” he shrugged as he got into the car finally and dropped his head back against the headrest. “ ‘m not gonna puke either, shuddup.” Or at least he didn’t think he was. For now. He took the mints that were handed over to him and popped a few into his mouth then gave a quiet huff, closing his eyes and dropping the seat back slightly. “Think my parents would be suspicious if I showed up without a shirt? Pretty sure they’re gonna kill me either way.” He threw an arm across his face and had every intention of passing out as soon as he got home, but knew there was no way he was getting inside unnoticed. It was going to be a task in itself.
A drunk taxi-- yeah that was something that he wasn’t. ❝Not a drunk taxi-- and if you start treating me like one I’ll make sure to tell everyone that you were laying in someone else’s puke. Not your finest moment Danny.❞ Isaac thought for a moment about trying to get Danny into the house without his parents realizing just how drunk he was and well, he knew that was going to be impossible. ❝Could always say that someone threw up on you. Believe me if they catch a whiff of that thing they’ll believe it. If worse comes to worse just say you ripped it-- that’s a hell of a lot less believable but, I could always fix that.❞ And work out frustration with the fact that clearly Danny hadn’t considered the fact that MAYBE Isaac was doing something tonight. So what that it was Friday and he didn’t have the habit of going out and doing much. He liked the quiet especially when it was close to a full moon.
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raekeningyoursoul:
‘’I take it you don’t like Stiles that much? Either way, ’I’ll keep that in mind. For future references of course.’’ He asks, taking a seat next to the other. That was given by the way that Isaac was talking about them. A gut instinct told Theo that Isaac was the one he needed. ‘Not new at all. I used to live here, even went to pre-school with Scott and Stiles. My parents moved away and we can came back recently. The end. What about you? What’s your story?’’
Not liking someone and not exactly considering them your friend were two different things. Isaac wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to him but, they weren’t friends that was for sure. ❝I don’t have a story-- Moved away and just moved back. That’s all.❞ There was no real reason to get into a long story about something that wasn’t really all that important. Not to mention the fact that Isaac didn’t know this guy at all. A short introduction wasn’t going to be worth a life story. ❝Funny I lived here then too and I don’t remember you. What’d you say your name was again?❞
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scentofarmani:
Danny breathed out a sigh of relief because he was certain if Isaac had actually tried to take him home on a bicycle it would have ended with vomit on both of them. And he didn’t think Isaac would appreciate that very much. “Oh thank god,” he mumbled and started walking in the direction he was pointed in. And then he remembered he was going home drunk. “Uhm. Do you happen to have an extra shirt, some breath mints, mouth wash…or maybe a shower in your trunk?”
❝Yeah I keep all of those things in my trunk. What do I look like a drunk taxi?❞ Rolling his eyes Isaac was half tempted to make Danny throw that shirt away. It smelled disgusting and he was almost certain that whatever was on it was never going to come completely out. ❝And if you puke in there-- we’re both going to have serious issues.❞ Watching Danny for a moment Isaac snorted. He could barely stand straight and while his walking left something to be desired Isaac was glad that he didn’t have to drag him. ❝I have mints-- everything else though you’re out of luck.❞ Isaac finally answered the actual question as he reached into his pocket and grabbed his mints but instead of tossing them over to Danny waited until they were both sitting in the car to hand them over.
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derek:
Losing his pack had been DEVASTATING to say the least. But he at least still had Isaac around. It may not have been in the way Derek had wanted but Isaac had been better off with Scott. He was safer with Scott. That’s all that had matter. Then Isaac ran away with Chris and Derek couldn’t blame him. He had the done the same after the fire had happened. He had the done the same with Cora after she said she wanted to leave. If anything Derek must have taught Isaac that: running away is a solution but one that won’t fix a problem.
Months had passed. The pain had dimmed down but it was still lingering. There were certain rooms in the loft that still carried Isaac’s scent in them. Everywhere he went he was reminded of Isaac, especially as of late. He could walk into a certain place and it felt like Isaac was there. If he knew better he would think it was true.
The coffee shop a few blocks down from the Loft hadn’t changed at all. It has been MONTHS since Derek has been there but for some reason, he felt like going today. The quaint shop had become a small hangout for the Hale pack. Many a days where spent hiding from the world and everyone they knew. When Boyd and Erica had died, Derek and Isaac stopped going. Derek never stepped foot anywhere near the place after Isaac left. It held too many memories and Derek wasn’t in the mood for it.
But today was one of those days where you wake up with a strong coffee urge from your favorite coffee place and you end up listening to your gut and getting said coffee. What Derek didn’t expect was to see Isaac standing in the counter, waiting for his order, once he stepped inside the coffee shop. He stops dead in his tracks. Suddenly it feels like he is going to pass out.
It’s like seeing a ghost.
Someone clears their throat, snapping Derek out of his reverie, and excusing himself as he moves to the side so the other person can walk in. His eyes lock in on Isaac and for once, since Boyd and Erica had died, Derek didn’t know what to tell him
When Isaac had returned to Beacon Hills he’d avoided many places. Memories assaulted him at every turn and while he hated it at the same time that was all that Isaac had left and there were days that he chased them down. They were like small sparks that kept him alive. The memories of when times were better. When Erica and Boyd were alive. When even though times sucked they all managed to find something to laugh about once in awhile. That’s why Isaac ended up spending so much time in that coffee shop-- sitting in the same corner day in and day out.
Today he’d gotten there late. For once sleep had been something that didn’t play that dirty trick on him and Isaac managed to get some decent rest. When he woke up and got dressed the first thing he did was wait until he was certain that school was in session. Running into anyone else wasn’t at the top of his to do list.
Of course while he waited for his hot chocolate (because coffee wasn’t his favorite thing) the door swung open and Derek’s scent came wafting through the air like it had never left. Isaac knew there was no way out. But, maybe Derek would just assume that from the back Isaac was someone else. (stupid really since if Isaac knew Derek’s scent he was already as good as caught.) For a moment Isaac hesitates when the barista puts his drink in front of him but then he simply smiles and picks it up. Slowly turning around Isaac faces Derek. ‘Now or never’ he mutters to himself because really he’s been back for a little over a month and honestly it’s a miracle that Isaac has stayed away from Derek for that long.
Stepping away from the counter Isaac walks towards Derek who looks as though he’s seen a ghost and maybe that’s how he feels but, it’s not like Isaac was dead. He’d just left-- without a word. And for all he knows Derek hates him for that. Just as easily as ever that falsely snarky grin slips over Isaac’s face leaving a facade of calm. He’s anything but-- which Derek could easily pick up on but everyone else-- not so much. ❝Of all the coffee shops--❞ Bad movie references aside Isaac wasn’t sure whether saying a simple hi would be appropriate or not. ❝I didn’t think you came here anymore.❞ Which was the truth-- and the reason Isaac did come here so often.
Rearviewmirror || Isaac & Derek
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*hands you my url*
url meme || @containedxbeta || no longer accepting
my opinion on;
character in general: ISAAC. I loved Isaac so much. You know I’m trash for any of the Hale pack kiddos. I felt a bit of a connection with him from the start. He has so many layers to him, ones that he doesn’t show everyone. His relationship with Derek is so important to me, sigh. I’m a little bitter with how he too got tossed aside but what can you? Any member of the Hale pack/clan always gets treated like shit in this show. He too deserved better. how they play them: You know I love your Isaac. You don’t water him down and make him a puppy. Me love that.the mun: I’m just going to keep you in my salt shaker and pocket.
do i;
follow them: yessssssrp with them: yesssssswant to rp with them: yessssssship their character with mine: yessssss
what is my;
overall opinion: A++++ asshole ;)
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.
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theo:
‘‘Stiles won’t shut up about how annoying you can be. Scott’s the one who tells him to shut up and says you’re not annoying at all. No, I’m Theo.’‘
❝Stiles? Yeah somehow that doesn’t surprise me one bit.❞ Although to be honest the truth was Isaac was more than a little surprised that anyone even gave him a second thought. He hadn’t heard from anyone since he left Beacon Hills and he figured it was a case of out of sight out of mind. ❝Theo-- still must be new.❞ Isaac thought the name sounded familiar but he hadn’t talked to anyone yet so he didn’t know for sure who he was. ❝You shouldn’t believe everything you hear. Especially when it comes from Stiles.❞
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ღ Okay so I hit 200 followers on this account a little while back and as you can see based on shitty graphic I’ve been busy. BUT-- I did want to take a few minutes to just give a little shout out to a few people that have been hella supportive on this blog. ღ
@ofparasomnias/ ( and all your blogs that I’m bad at remembering ) || Satan you are literally my bestest friend. Thank you for letting me RP an Isaac that isn’t a puppy. Thank you for just being you and just being there for all my ups and downs as a person. I CANNOT thank you enough.
@scentofarmani/ @habituscreaturae/ (and the rest of your blogs) || Aye lil mama lemme whisper in ya ear. Yeah I’m bringing it here too. No really you’re amazing. I love writing with you and talking with you when we get the chance and just being pop culture nerds okay? ‘I know you. We had history together. Remember?’
@derekslament/ @raekeningyoursoul/ @sayyoubelieveme/ (there’s more i know it) || All we do bitch bitch bitch no matter what. But seriously, you can literally throw all your characters at me all the time and I do not even care I’m game for any thread. As long as there’s salt.
ღ these people either brighten up my dash or my day. but, either way I love knowing that they’re around. ღ
@sweet-singinglittleredbird || @killerqueenpetrova || @formerxlunatic || @hmnals || @hedidntbelieveme || @hotgirlscotty || @nobodyisbatman || @transformedwolf ||
ღ i know this list is short and really if I follow you there’s a reason but, i’ve got a headache and can’t remember everyone at this moment. ღ
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