#isaac 4 life

[aurorangen]

So how did we end up here? Vincent had a meeting to attend which left some time to kill with Renee and Isaac. When they came across a chess table, Isaac challenged Renee to a game. Who will capture all the pieces and checkmate the king?

In the end Isaac won! Renee went easy on him as she could see he wasn't that good at his strategy. She pretended not to notice his sly tactics but took that as an opportunity to observe her future brother-in-law. Next time she'll win for sure!

[thatwormthatihate]

Rate the games on my PC if you want

[Castle Crashers, New Vegas, Hotline Miami, and Postal are the most recent ones]

[peachypiichi]

what a silly family!

i rarely make occult sims so they look...bare. don't think this will be anything, i just wanted to play the new pack w my OCs :)

[salemsimss]

and maybe you'd offered me all that i yearn for, but i was still waiting for something to earn; silly me, waiting

[alyssamariag]

Happy birthday month, Pedro Pascal 💜 We love you and all the little things that make you, you

see this on my instagram | download this as a printable coloring page

[dusty-cakerie]

rotten friend!! shows up a lot in my tboi runs

[folkbreeze]

[woodsies]

just passing time in game until everyone ages up - the infants have a week left and the toddlers have 2 weeks left GUHH

[simulation-machine]

Stormy woke up dreading all the things she had to do, which consisted of fixing apparently every single goddamn thing in the house.

[periphrasis]

sometimes i miss the ordered structure of living in may 2020 quarantine

attend online class from bed with giant iced coffee

get into discord fight

get into tiktok fight

go for 2 hour walk

call my then best friend now girlfriend until like 5 am

sleep with 6 specific plushies that had the same spot on my bed every night

repeat

[hot-celebrity-lover]

Round, square, oval bitches

Rich, poor, slave bitches

Smart, dumb, crazy bitches

Prude, horny, dirty bitches

Fat, tall, skinny bitches

Bi, straight, gay bitches

Cool, nerdy, stuck up bitches

Ghetto, yuppy, valley bitches

High, low, middle bitches

Single, married, widowed bitches

Big, little, thin bitches

Young, old, midget bitches

Club, bar, DJ bitches

Singing, acting, real bitches, yeah

I love all bitches!

[gay4reid]

i love oscar isaac

[bulblorts]

Dr kleiner and lamarr in the sims 4 (going off of drawn)

Hopefully the person controlling them dosen't want to drown kleiner in a pool

The last character you drew/wrote about is now stuck in the last game you played. How screwed are they?

[confinesofmy]

my little cousin's boyfriend is covered in shitty tattoos he never researches before getting and she keeps going and getting shitty tattoos with him and i'm so worried that in a year or two when they break up she's going to be upset with me for not saying something. 🥲 but it's a canon event. 🥲

[justinchien]

Isaac Cole Powell - Modern Love

Season 2, Episode 4: A Life Plan for Two, Followed by One (2021)

[sundrop-writes]

Claustrophobia

Isaac Lahey x GN!Reader

Word Count: 800

Teen Wolf Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of the abuse Isaac experienced from his father, mentions of that abuse having a last psychological effect on him (in the form of claustrophobia); Isaac having a panic attack due to his claustrophobia being unexpectedly triggered; this is more of a hurt/comfort fic because the reader helps him calm down. Implications that the reader doesn't know about the existence of werewolves and the supernatural. The reader's gender is not described in any way. Also, I don't know if this is at all sound advice about how to treat someone during a panic attack - not something I am versed in. I think that's it? Not proofread cause I'm on a mental hiatus babey

A/N: I just watched Season 3, Episode 4 (I've been watching two episodes a day and really enjoying the pace of it) and naturally the moment where Isaac gets stuck in the closet called to me like a beacon of whump. So here's this. Also highly recommend pairing this with Claustrophobia by 3OH! 3

...

"Did it have to be a closet?"

Isaac let out a dry chuckle, a seemingly nervous laugh as he eyed up the space apprehensively before stepping inside, putting some of the supplies on one of the shelves.

The two of you began gathering supplies off the cart and loading them into the janitor's closet, carrying out the punishment you had been given. You had been fifteen minutes late to class that morning, and you had heard that Isaac was in detention for fighting - beating up one of the new kids. You knew that since his father died, he had taken on somewhat of a new persona - more bold, more unafraid to get in trouble. But you had a feeling that violence didn't suit him.

It made you wonder what the other guy did to provoke the fight, or what the truth really was. But you felt that it wasn't your place to ask.

"It's not so bad." You remarked, sensing his general anxiety about this activity, but having no clue why.

He seemed fairly confident in every other area of life - he took down guys on the field in lacrosse without even flinching, he walked tall in the halls with confidence (not that you had noticed, not that you stared at him or anything) - it did make you wonder what was so intimidating to him about a closet full of spray bottles and napkins.

"I'm... not so good with small spaces." He remarked quietly, shyly, grabbing some more of the supplies off the cart and stepping inside beside you to begin organzing everything.

Ah. He was claustrophobic. That made sense.

You had heard rumours floating around the school after his father died - you had even heard whispers between Scott and Stiles when they were trying to be subtle in their conversations but had a poor sense of tact. Isaac's father used to lock him in a freezer as punishment, among other things. It was a horror you couldn't imagine.

"You-"

You were about to offer for him to leave, offering to finish up the rest of the work by yourself so that he wouldn't have to be burdened by his anxiety, when the closet door swung shut, slamming closed in a strangely violent manner. Isaac rushed to the door, furiously ripping on the handle, trying to get it open.

"It - it won't open-" He gasped, suddenly sounding terribly out of breath.

He was panicking, likely overtaken by horrible memories that you couldn't even imagine.

"It's okay, it's probably just stuck, I can call someone-" You took your phone out of your pocket, trying to reassure him, but his panicked flailing in the small space, now shouldering against the door, trying to ram it down, knocked your phone out of your hand and cracked the screen.

You didn't know if it was still in working order or not, but you knew it would be wiser to calm him down first.

"Something - something is blocking it from the other side!" He said, his breaths becoming more panicked and frantic as he kept trying to charge the door down - how was he not hurting himself?

He was sweating and shaking, and you ached with sympathy for him.

In Isaac's mind, he was right back there. Locked in darkness, clawing against the tiny, enclosed walls, desperate to get out. He was suffocating, he was running out of air, he was gonna die. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't-

Suddenly, your hand moved against his shoulders, a flat, firm palm rubbing his back, trying to comfort him. The pure gentleness of the touch startled his senses back to reality - there had been nobody to comfort him back then. He collapsed against the door, pressing his forehead into the metal, and deeply against his will, he let out a sob.

"Hey, shh, it's okay." You told him, trying to be as soothing as possible. "You're being so brave-"

"I'm not brave." Isaac choked out. "I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't apologize." You told him firmly, fighting back your own tears of empathy had how distraught he was. "Come on, sit down. Let's take a minute to calm down and breathe and then we'll find a way out of here."

You helped him onto the floor - he practically collapsed into a sitting position against one of the shelves, his entire body shuddering and shaking. Though he wasn't the most naturally affectionate person in the world, he didn't deny your touches when you cradled his head onto your shoulder and continued to soothingly rub his back.

After a few minutes of silence, save for his whimpers as his tears died down, he spoke up.

"I'm sorry," He apologized again. "I just - my dad..." He trailed off, barely able to voice it.

"It's okay," You told him, and for once in his life - he actually felt okay, here with you, in your arms. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"Thank you." He sighed.

When Scott came and got the two of you out of the closet (after Isaac had apologized a dozen more times for cracking your phone screen) - he could sense something in the way Isaac looked at you now, but he didn't say anything about it. Not yet.