#suicidalrunner

[unhumxnity-a-blog]

[Text] You left your shirt and I've been wearing it all day, so now its mine

[text] I’m pretty sure it looks better on you anyway[text] And I’m jealous of this shirt, now.

[147lbsofdeath-archive-blog]

suicidalrunner

"Have I ever told you you're accent is,"      Cute  "Interesting."

[curlyfriesandsarcasm]

Time and Time again

 Every once in a while, he had dreams. Strange dreams he couldn't always quite remember. Running...a lot of running. Sometimes overcast by a hazy kind of fog. Sometimes he just had a feeling he'd had one of the dreams. But? All things considered and some of the nightmares that haunted him on a semi regular basis, sometimes it was a nice change. Sometimes it was..something else entirely. Flashes of people he couldn't quite make out, Flashes of scenes he'd never seen before. But they faded quickly. Sometimes there was just a voice that rang through over all the muddled images. 

Tonight he had one of those kind of dreams. Sitting up in bed he pushed a hand through his hair. Today wasn't going to be a day he sat there contemplating what it could mean he had to get to school. 

It started fairly regularly. He stood by his locker with Scott and Lydia, the pale human leaning against them. He was about to say something when someone caught his eye coming down the hall. Someone he was sure he'd never seen at the high school before  but just the look of him brought on a sudden feeling of aching familiarity he couldn't quite place. Without taking his eyes from the blonde he nudged Lydia slightly "Who's that?" The redhead gave a glance pursing her lips slightly. "New guy. I saw him up front, he has an accent" She said with a slight smirk. 

"Huh..he just looks..." he trailed off before shaking his head and finally looking away. "New. I guess. We should get to class." He said like the fog lifting slightly. Why had he looked so familiar?

He continued to contemplate it into his second period. Where as luck or maybe fate would have it the blonde boy walked into, his attention switched from where he'd been drumming a pencil on his desk. He watched as the science teacher directed him to sit next to Stiles and he shifted slightly. It wasn't like there was anything wrong with him, not that he knew for sure anyway. But he felt hyper aware suddenly, like he might even care what he thought. 

Get a hold of yourself Stilinski

He nodded to the blonde as he sat down, smiling lightly "Uh hey I'm Stiles"

[ensignfinnclifton]

suicidalrunner

"Quit calling me Greenie. I have a name."

[scorpixsmalfoy-archive]

suicidalrunner

SCORPIXSMALFOY ASKED: “A SONG AND A SNACK CAN TURN ANY MOMENT INTO AN OCCASION.”

Queer as Folk sentence meme

“THAT’S true—w’at fun things  have ya’got planned now?”

"No idea. I think I've a bit too  much to drink now to think  properly. Fuck."

[wckdisms-blog]

+3

suicidalrunner teresatheimmune xftheglen

"all you had to do was ask."

[miinnho-blog]

{gladesglue} {suicidalrunner} {heldthemtogether} {itsabloodygurl}

    "Oi, shank."             Minho gripped the chest straps of his bad,             walking toward the boy. After sitting for a             short while he had relaxed himself after a             long day in the maze.        "What is that weird smell? Something     happen with your group? New fertilizer     or somethin'?"

[unhumxnity-a-blog]

ofpopularity ; suicidalrunner ; bxadicea ; notwxtty 

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

[ensignfinnclifton]

suicidalrunner

        "you want me to do what?"

[charlie-isms]

suicidalrunner is following you

Charlie glanced up from his guitar at the boy, and nodded at him in greeting. He sat up slightly against the building behind him and used his foot to push his open guitar case closer to the stranger. "Spare some change and I'll play you whatever you want." He offered and looked down again at his instrument, focusing on finishing his current song.

[gladebaker-blog]

suicidalrunner

"Why aren't you the leader?" It's not easy for skin as dark as his to blush, but he man- ages it when he realizes what he just asked.

[147lbsofdeath-archive-blog]

suicidalrunner 

Stiles managed to sneak out once more with no trouble. It was odd sneaking out alone. Usually he had Scott with him, but after Void, and even more so now that he has... changed, Stiles has found himself losing the desire to even text his best friend. 

He sat on his porch, alone, and wondering if he should take his jeep to the preserve or if he should just skip ravaging helpless farm animals for a night. He really hated their taste anyway, but the thought of feeding on another human just made his stomach turn. He didn't want to hurt them and the more he thought about actually feeding on them the more he grew concerned for his control. He knew in the end it had to happen. If he wanted to live he would need to feed on a human, but he was terrified. Would he be able to stop himself? Would he want to stop himself?

Stiles started strolling down his street, still lost in his thoughts of his future. With his hands stuffed in his pockets he found himself just wondering without a goal in mind. He only stopped when he came onto a street with someone else walking in his direction. When the blonde grew closer Stiles stopped and stared at him with a burning in his chest. A hunger was growing he didn't know he had. 

"Shit..." he muttered under his breath and took a few steps back.

[nxtimmune]

suicidalrunner

"you know your shirt's inside out, right?"

[thatshrewdandknavishspritear]

suicidalrunner

"Do you play chess?"

[unhumxnity-a-blog]

"With the exception of you I dislike everyone in the room." [HELLO uwu take this meme as my shitty apology for taking so long to respond to you n stuff]

"I can relate… I suggest we leave, hm?"