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halevneck:

it’s in my honey, it’s in my milk

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A PSA ABOUT MEMES

send me them. i don’t care if you just started following five minutes ago, or if you’ve been following since the beginning of time. send as many as you want. if none of them work for our muses, that’s totally fine! but if you ever see something that might, by all means, literally HURL them my way. i love having my inbox spammed with things to answer, even if i don’t actually accomplish answering all of them. if i ever leave something you’ve sent unanswered, don’t let that throw you off from ever sending more! messages get eaten, or maybe i just couldn’t think of any way to properly reply to it. either way, if i reblog something, send to your heart’s desire. i mean it.

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lydia-martisn:

                   She’s a kitsune. The younger ones give off an aura.                                                        […]           She’s got this aura all around her. It’s supposed to be part of her.                            But now it looks… d i f f e r e n t l y.

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                                              I’msorry I couldn’t protect you.

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i will always have nightmares of that day. no matter how much time has passed, i will always remember. the nightmares will never allow me to forget. i will never allow myself to forget.

(via nixreginam)

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THE HALE PACK

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Please reblog if you’re OK with you’re partner ‘fading to black’ even if they of age.

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♞▐┊❛ ELENA. ❜

  Hearing Scott’s voice, Elena glanced up giving him a small smile. “Hey.” She responded and shifted a bit. She noticed how upset he looked and wanted to help but she wasn’t sure how to approach the situation. Some people were easy to approach, Stiles was difficult lately, Lydia was a bit easier and Allison had always been easy but she didn’t know how to approach Scott in the mood he was in now, she didn’t want to be too lighthearted if he wasn’t up for it but she didn’t want to draw attention to the shortcomings if he wanted to try to clear them from his head and feel normal. “If you slip into a nap I’ll cover for you.”

     the corners of his lips eased into a hint of smile as he stopped searching through his bag for a pen to allow his hues to shift in her direction. “ thanks, i might take you up on that offer, ” he knew she meant well and he hadn’t even realized how tired he probably looked from the outside. the male had hardly slept at all the night before, but it wasn’t something he really was ready to discuss it quite yet. “ so..how’s your day going? ” if anything he needed to take his mind off his own life..at least for a little while.

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♞▐┊❛ HAYDEN. ❜

 she flinches away from the cloth at first, head lulling to the side uselessly - too weak to do much else. the cold is such a contrast from the way her skin is burning from the inside out, and she just sits there and heaves a sigh as she forces herself to adjust. she knows that with each passing day she’s one step closer to being a complete failure, and she doesn’t blame scott - he’s not the one who did this to her, after all - she’s just so frustrated with why she had to be the one to be picked. ‘ i can’t. ‘ is her reply after a long moment, eyes shutting tight and teeth gritting as she fights against the pain burning from deep within her body. ‘ i can’t heal. ‘ she explained. she didn’t know how to, and even if she did, she wasn’t sure her body could heal itself anymore. a part of her strongly wished it was LIAM still at her side, but she hates the idea of him seeing her like this for any longer than necessary. ‘ i’m failing.. i don’t think i can heal anymore. not like you guys can. you guys should have just - let them kill me. ‘ she felt more like a nuisance than anything else. she wasn’t getting better and she had liam’s friends watching her around the clock.

helpless sympathy filled his dark orbs as the remained fixed on her. he hated this. he hated that he was here watching someone else die and even more so that it was her. the bond forming between her and liam didn’t make it easier either, if anything it made it more personal. more painful if they were to fail–again. he inhaled slowly as his gaze finally seemed to lift to his surroundings. he wished deaton was here, or derek, someone else to help them through this, to try and come up with some type of solution so she didn’t end up dying before his very eyes. “ even we don’t always heal that easily.. ” the point almost seemed hopefully, but to inflict further pain in hopes that it would trigger something would of been a long shot. she wasn’t a werewolf like they were– or even your typical supernatural being. “ sometimes it takes a little more to help jump start the healing process. it sounds a little weird, but more pain can actually jump start it so we can start healing. ” the side of his lips lifted slightly almost like a shrug.. though the expression diminished nearly as quickly as it flourished before her, “ no. ” he stated firmly with hurt brewing in his hues, “ i couldn’t of let that happen and i doubt liam would of either… ” he wanted to reassure her with some type of plan or hope, but he was fresh out. all he had to offer was comfort and mini aids until they could find something to do about this, but even that didn’t feel like enough.

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seraphicwrites:

starting a reply and then pausing to check your dash and never returning

and then when you do go back you forget where you were going with the reply

saving all your replies in your drafts to ‘do later’ and never doing them

thinking about saving your drafts and saying you’ll remember it and the not remembering it

writing a sentence and then thinking of something cool to say later on mid-sentence and writing that instead and then never going back to finish your first sentence

30 different tabs open at all times

stopping replying to format posts/themes instead

putting things in your likes to reblog later but never doing it

10 different tags for one type of post

missing out a detail in a reply because you only skimmed it bc you don’t have the attention-span to read a long-ass para

i literally stopped writing this post for about half an hour because i started dash browsing how do i get anything done

rping with adhd

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♞▐┊❛ STILES. ❜

       amber orbs stare into the depths of his locker, almost WISHING, WILLING for it to open up and swallow him whole. stiles hasn’t felt this hallow since his mom died, for once in quite a long time, the human felt like he was on the outskirts all alone and it scared the living hell out of him. the only thing constantly replaying in his mind is the conversation he’d had with scott the previous night. the teen knows he should have been upfront and honest with scott as soon as the events happened. but can he really blame him for being so SCARED? scott has always been the one to save everyone, no matter who they were, or what they did. granite the boy does have a temper, and makes various threats to kill someone, stiles has always stuck by scott and his word. yet when someone threatened to kill his DAD and tried to kill him, there’s no way he can just let it happen, he had to defend himself, & he’s not sure how scott doesn’t understand that. blinking a few times, he’s back in reality, just in time to hear the bell ring and fingers grasp the metal door closing the locker. turning towards the direction of the classroom, the all too familiar face comes into view, and fingers reach up to grip the straps of his backpack. there’s a beat of silence, and the boy doesn’t move, remembering just how FRIGHTENED his best friend was the other night, making his heart drop right back into his stomach. “          hey.”

       this moment wasn’t one he expected to occur so soon, but it wasn’t like he could avoid it forever. they lived in the same town, went to the same school, there was no avoiding this…..–or him. at this moment, he couldn’t even say how he truly felt about everything. he still felt confused, but with everything going on he could hardly manage to think things through clearly and while this wasn’t really something that could wait, he couldn’t exactly think clearly enough to wrap his mind around it all. maybe it was because part of him didn’t want to, he didn’t want to believe his best friend was capable of such violence; he didn’t want to believe that it wasn’t more than just self defense. granted maybe if he hadn’t been so distracted he could of asked for the full story, but it almost didn’t seem necessary. it explained the others lack of explanation as well as him not denying the facts the male placed before him. despite it all and his worry he couldn’t just walk away now, not with stiles right before him. he wanted to say something, anything,but he couldn’t seem to vocalize any of it. “ ..so..have you heard from lydia? ” it was the first sentence that slipped from his lips as his hands dipped into his pockets in an attempt to hide the nervousness pouring from them.

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when you want to do replies, but get distracted, because you want to change your url :/

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♞▐┊❛ wilclfire. ❜

     he was tired and it was too late for him to be out and about on a school night, but like that seemed to stop him at this point. with his mom working the night shift it made it easy for him to stay out without notice. despite the tired feeling washing over him, his bike didn't lead him home. the male had wandered his way to a familiar, tall building that he proceed up to then was guided by the elevator to his destination. the metal door opened to the proper floor as he commenced to walk towards the only door he had ever visited. her father was out, searching for information just as they had been, but more importantly it meant he wouldn't receive any odd looks or questions for arriving unannounced at such a late hour. his nerves seemed to kick in as he reached the door and he suddenly felt bad for coming here so late. what if she was asleep? he didn't want to wake her, but where else was there for him to go. he needed...someone. a single digit connected with the door bell as he could here it chime from where he stood as he waited patiently for a response.