#tw threads

Send me some kindness maybe?

(For those who don’t know, Threads is the name of a film about a nuclear bomb falling on Sheffield, and what happens after. It’s incredibly distressing. It’s triggering for pretty much everything. I advise some caution and bracing yourself if any of you are curious and decide to look up the plot. And for some reason a lot of us were shown it at school (aged around 12 or so in my case) and a lot of us never really got over it. I only ever saw the first half (blessedly I had either a singing or double bass lesson that I was allowed out of class to go and have!) and I’m still gaaaaah about it.)

                "If you aren't going to pick them up, then why would                  you bring up the fact to begin with?" Stile's mused at                   the opportunity, narrowing his eyes for a moment before                   using his foot to kick the underwear to a more discreet                   location. "Did you want to see me wearing them, that bad ?"

     Stiles stared at the row of trees in front of him, questioning why he had agreed to go out into the woods in the first place. The full moon was approaching, and he could almost sense the heightened urgency of those around him, espically Malia. "Why are we out here to begin with?" There was a hint of annoyance, of course not aimed at the girl but more so aimed at himself. Things hadn't been exactly up to par for the Stilinksi's lately and it was starting to take a toll on his mental health along with his physical health. "I know Derek told us to look for clues but all I see is trees, and I could have told Derek that"

     "Y'know Derek, if you just stopped talking for a minute we would be able to figure something out" The sarcasm was obvious in Stile's voice, a smug smirk on his lips as he crossed his arms and watched the werewolf with anticipation of what he would do at the comment. " Do you want a dog treat?"