jckweremore

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     "I was talking about that Liam kid. They say he's a mini me."

            “Oh; I’m sorry for you know…                        having a life.”

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     "--Who're you?"

       ”..who are you?”

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       Jackson Whittemore was back at Beacon Hills high school and he was looking for someone -- a certain strawberry blonde he had left behind. He had been working on trying to tell her something, something that had been hard for him to say. When she found her he walked up behind her, tapping her on the shoulder, when she turned around Jackson took a deep breathe, these words had been long over due. "Lydia, I love you."

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       "I wasn't talking about whats his name,                I was talking about that new kid."

"Well he’s dead now so you don’t have to worry about that.” She snapped going to walk away

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Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse's past.

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         "What the hell?                  I've been gone for almost a year and you try to replace me?"

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     "It's not like I'm not trying, jackass."

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Put "bite me" in my ask if you're sexually attracted to me

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send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter.

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anonymously tell me your credit card number ill reply with what i bought

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Boston - Augustana

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Jackie was back in town, this was actually the first night, but she couldn't sleep so she found herself wondering aimlessly that was until her hearing caught something, a soft voice she only caught thanks to her wolf hearing. Looking at the house she knew who it was that was having the dream. Stilinski. Normally, she would just go on with her night but for some reason she was curious, so without a second thought she found a tree and climbed up, climbing in through the window. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness she frowned, this must have been some bad dream, against her better judgement she went over, sitting on the side of the bed before leaning in and whispering in his ear. "Stilinski, wake up."

Stiles tossed and turned, fists tightly gripping the sheets. His breathing was heavy and ragged, and he was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The way his back arched, one almost might think that he was having a particularly good dream—but from the look of distress on his face, that obviously wasn’t the case. “No no no no no…” he mumbled, voice soft, the words almost unintelligible.

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        "--I don't need to ask to know the answer...             When people stop dying...But that doesn't seem likely...             But you're strong, you'll be able to do this."

       ”Do N O T ask me if I am okay.                    More bodies?                      More pain?          When will it be O V E R?”

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sexy can i - ray j ft. yung berg. i’ve been living in my music past for the last week or so and i’m shamelessly enjoying it. my taste in music was impeccable lol. 

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     "What the fuck was that for?"

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Listen. 

Sometimes I don’t want to rp.

Sometimes I only want to rp selectively because a certain thread intrigues me at a time.

It’s not me being a bitch.

It’s me being the average human that has interests and moods.