#solaciummeae

but Judah volunteers to get her stoned in the meantime while I find a suitable replacement

Yes this is the latest one you sent but it’s the one I immediately had an answer to. 

Void!Stiles was my inspiration for his faceclaim, yes but my main inspiration was from.......and don’t judge me....Fight Club, regarding the insomnia (side note: it’s Seth’s favorite book -- his favorite line is “I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.”) and this other book I read called Inside Out which is about a boy with schizophrenia. Seth doesn’t have that but the way the boy interacts with people in it is like he doesn’t comprehend social cues and I took that from that. 

“If you’re looking for Cara and John, they’re not here. They’re out stealing supplies, which means you’re stuck with me,” Reagan explained before calling out, “TIM, play Despacito.”

He pushes his lips out thoughtfully as she speaks, giving a slow nod of acceptance. “You definitely got a point there– but I like t’ think we got more goin’ for us than tha’– think God takes a lil bit more int’ account when judgin’ us when th’ time comes.” He replies softly. “A’ leas’ from what I know ‘ve ‘im…–or ‘er– dependin’ on your beliefs.”  

Kara’s head tilts thoughtfully, eyes older than her years watching him. “What else would we be judged on?” The question is posed carefully, to prompt thought rather than come across as an attack. “Shouldn’t having courage in your heart, being brave enough to achieve something or simply keep living day after day be what the Gods see?”

“You know, I’ve been training a little. But firing spells at a mannequin is nothing like actually trying to fire at a moving target. But enough about me. How are you doing? It's been a while.”

get the fuck out gabriel. I love you and your characters, alright? I completely agree with Christina on this one. you’re just drunk. and not being nice to yourself. but that’s okay, cause I’ll be nice to you enough for both of us. mmk? mmk. I love you. I love you. I love you. good night. sweet dreams.

i cant get tf out i live here

mmmmmmmmmm

Since he’d regained the ability to comfortably use his right eye, and Gen had returned to her work, his days had become a blur. His mornings, afternoons, and nights faded seamlessly from one into the other, and his mind remained in a near stagnant state of disquiet. So much so, that Marsh had taken to reaching out and allowing Gen’s thoughts to encompass his own, while he mercelessly took his anxieties out on one of the punching bags that he now had at his disposal. It was hard to feel distressed when he had Gen.FM to distract him while his lungs burned and his muscles ached.

As much as Caroline loves Jude and Emma, she knows that this relationship they all share won’t last. She’s the third wheel. It’s something she’s come to accept, for the most part. Except lately she’s been wondering if it would be easier for her to leave. They had promised to stay friends if things didn’t work out. It’s not like she was going to lose them or not be in their lives. But if she leaves on her own terms, she can’t get hurt, right?

She probably should have broached the subject differently with Jude. Cracking that joke about his brother was a definite misstep. She bites her lip at the look on his face. Her lips part as she sucks in a breath when he pulls her closer. She ignores the way his voice affects her (this definitely isn’t the time for that and she’s sure if she tries to use sex as a way to distract him, it’ll just make him angrier), rolling her shoulders and straightening her back.