#badasscora

oh of course

Send ✘ for an unsent text

I think you’re pretty amazing and i may love you

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Tell your brother to stop trying to hit me or I’ll I’ll i dont know but i’ll do something

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

You’re really fucking amazing and so pretty

Send ♣ for a drunk message

cora get over here i need some cuddles

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

Cora cora cora

get up

i had too much adderall and i cant sleep

get up

Stiles needed peace and as dangerous as it was to be out on his own, he didn't care. He couldn't stay at home. Not when it was empty. He had decided to take the tent he and Scott used to use as kids and set it up in his backyard, bring the books ad papers he had for research and camp out until he had an answer. He was currently stuffing his face with a chicken sandwich he'd made himself back at the house and was sipping on his coke when he heard movement outside and he automatically froze. "Who's there?"

Being Jackson Whittemore was something he knew people had wanted to be a year or so ago. Captain of the Lacrosse team, dating the most popular girl in school and people practically bowing at his feet. It was different now though wasn't it? Now he was Jackson Whittemore, the boy everyone thought was dead, but nope. He'd come back to the hospital alive. His father had taken him to London for a bit but...Beacon Hills was home no matter how alien to him it felt then. The others knew he was back and apparently some of them thought he was up to something. In all honesty, Jackson was back because he and his father and mother had got home sick but now he was back he felt like he'd missed so much, there was too much going on and Jackson wasn't in on it. There was no way he was going to Derek Hale to beg for a spot in his pack....even though being in a pack with everything going on would probably help him. He sighed as he lifted the beer bottle to his lips. He was sat on the hood of his car in the high school parking lot, in the middle of the night. That was what his life had become. He didn't even hear someone walking over, that was how caught up in his own head he'd been. Jackson glanced at the person, rolled his eyes and turned his head back to where he'd been looking.