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     he’s pretty sure there’s no way at all to avoid stiles’ anger, even with a heartfelt apology (which, let’s be clear, he wouldn’t get). there was no real way to avoid it, and in truth he’s not even sure he wants to avoid it. he didn’t get punished by stiles often, if ever, and some part of him wants it to happen. always chasing some form of punishment, always so sure it’s normal.    “    but  i’m  not  sorry.    ”    a pause.    “    and  it  will  happen  again.    ”

     cosmo snorted, despite knowing that he shouldn’t and that the more he waved off jason’s apparent rebellion against authority, the more jason was likely to mouth off, he couldn’t help but find it funny.    “    i  know  that,  but  you’re  supposed  to  be.    ”    cosmo huffed. growing up, he had tried to learn where the line between a bad attitude and a bad person was and for the most part, it all lay in the appropriate level of remorse.

    maybe swearing is definitely a bad idea, especially at teachers that’d likely call his dad, but jason’s got no regrets. it felt good to let his emotion out like that, felt good to have a bit of an outburst without any danger coming out of it. jason can’t help but laugh a little, adrenaline high after standing up to an authority figure.    “    i’m  in  trouble.    ”    that much he was definitely sure of.    “    dad  will  be  mad.    ”

              encouragement is unexpected, but only adds fuel to the fire. smug smirk before he’s simply turning and walking away, taking cosmo’s hand and dragging him with him. he knows he probably shouldn’t be swearing at teachers, but he was encouraged now so he sees no problems with it.

“fuck that.” a pause, short yet contemplative. “and fuck you.”

ALTERED  CARBON  SENTENCES ↳↳  not accepting ( @stoicis​ / nora  mikaelson )

❝ i’m  afraid  i  had  no  choice  in  the  matter. ❞

          “    oh,  bullshit.    ”    cosmo’s voice was sharp as a razor blade and it cut like one. he didn’t care. he was tired, and he was angry. two things guaranteed to make a foul boy like him even fouler and there was no stiles, no father, no scott mccall to stop him from speaking his mind. no quiet whispers in the back of his head asking him ‘what would stiles do?’ or ‘what would scott say?’, no guiding light in the dark that could show him how to react, how to behave, how to CARE. and when cosmo didn’t care, he was an ugly, cold, vindictive bastard.

     “    everyone  has  a  choice.  sometimes  they’re  shitty  fucking  choices  but  they’re  choices  and  you  chose  wrong.    ”    cosmo’s upper lip curled back in a snarl as he spoke, anger making him sneer, making him feel like his skin was too tight for his body. if he had wanted to be honest with himself, it wasn’t just nora that bothered him. it was this place, it was the bite of the world that he had never wanted to be a part of. he was tired of being clawed at, chewed up, swallowed and spat back out. it wasn’t nora’s fault ― not really, but she had the unfortunate luck to be the final nail in the metaphorical coffin of cosmo’s short fuse.

―  5 AM

you’re  a  lost  soul,  like  streetlights  in  the  suburbs  or  midnight  thunderstorms  or  old  90′s  songs.  you’re  hard  to  read  because  you  keep  things  to  yourself.  your  heart  can  feel  like  a  permanent  liminal  space  like  a  train  station  at  5am.  you’re  probably  nocturnal  because  you  find  that  darkness  makes  you  want  to  write  and  paint  and  do  things  you’re  usually  nonchalant  about.  you’re  always  looking  for  things  that  make  you  feel  alive,  and  probably  identify  with  lonely  neon  cities  and  80′s  aesthetics.  few  know  it,  but  you’re  a  treasure  trove  of  wisdom,  kindness  and  imagination.

RESCUE / RESCUED  SENTENCES ↳↳  not accepting ( @ask-alicelockwood​ )

“ i’m  okay  .  .  . ” 

          cosmo held alice’s face in his hands. his hold light and gentle as he examined the bruises and the cuts but her eyes were clear, conscious and alert. still, the words that slipped from her parted lips only caused the tension in his shoulders to grow. there was a tightness around the edges of his eyes and the corners of his mouth when he forced alice to meet his eyes, an uncharacteristic intensity to his dark eyes that seemed to reflect the dangers that lurked in all dark things.