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i'm so fucking tired idk i haven't done anything all day really but im in pain and im tired and i know i owe people and i have so many threads and tehy're amazing but i need da sleep (even tho it's like 10:00 and im lame). so. bother me on skype or kik bc i'd love to rp from mobile just not on here bc mobile tumblr srsly sucks so yeah ok. goodnight my lovelies. i'll try to do a follow forever tomorrow bc there's nearly 450 of you sO.

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   "B - Both?"

  ’ ۝ —— :

             ❝y’think about Girls?                   y’think about guys?                   y’think about both?❞

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   "I didn't know that until today."

"I am capable of such a thing."

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"Of course, yeah. No worries. And nah, not really. I'm good, thanks. Just a.. Long day."

“You wanna talk about it? Oh   Thank you. I mean for the ride, thanks for the ride." 

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   "I know. I... I wish I could go back and do it all again. I'd do it so much differently... But I can't. And I'm sorry. How about I agree to tell you the whole and entire truth from now on?"     

                                  ❝ … ❞                it hurts, to see stiles like this.                but it hurts more to remind                 herself of what he had done                 with her trust & neglected to                 tell her of such vital information.                                    ❝ —— i don’t … want to be mad at                                       you, okay ? you just … should                                       have thought about what i want. ❞

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   "Um. Human companionship and your math notes?"

           ❝ You called me over here Stiles                             What do you want? ❞

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✉ ; Stiles

Derek: Stiles, all I've ever known is being a werewolf.

Derek: How am I supposed to live while being human?

Stiles: You can learn how to all over again.

Stiles: It's not really /that/ different, to be honest.

Stiles: You just gotta get used to not having wolfy powers.

Stiles: I'll help you.

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   "I'm a dork, but I'm your dork. Where are we going?"

          “You’re such a dork, holy hell. C’mon.”

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   "That's, um, that's... That's classified information?"

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             ❝Sex-u-al                    Fan-ta-cies.                     what do y’wank to, Spotty?❞

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   "Did you... Just admit you were wrong?"

"In an attempt to get what I wanted, which was to kill everyone’s favorite Argent and show Scott who is true pack was. Only I was wrong about the latter."

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"Bus system." Stiles managed, still completely and utterly embarrassed, shaking his head. "I... Have no idea. But, um, if you need a ride somewhere I can help you?" Great, offer total strangers ride. Really great job, Stiles.

"Well, that’s quite the greeting. I don’t even have to know who you are to be fully aware of your mood. That’s always good." Delilah replied with a grin, brows raised. "Hi. I’m uh- kind of lost. I moved here recently but, well, I’m still not used to the bus system around here." Damn you and your lack of a driver’s license. 

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"Sorry. I've just had a shitty day, didn't mean to take it out on you."

I’m sorry, did i miss something?

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✉ ; Stiles

Derek: I don't know how to be human.

Stiles: It's not that hard, I mean, if I can do it, so can you, right?

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ILL NEVER BE OVER IT OK

I sang “See, I’m Smiling” for one of my MT finals and I just am still not over it, tbh.

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✉ ; Stiles

Derek: What am I supposed to do now?

Stiles: You'll be fine. We're always fine, right?

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   "No, no. I mean, yes, you can have a ride home, and no you don't have to ask anyone else, I'm sorry, I'm cranky."

“Sorry    Just was wondering   could I get a ride home after practice. But I can ask someone else?" 

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