A/N: Happy (continued) Birthday, Miss Hearts! Also, I miscounted; there are four parts to this tale. Not three.
Summary: Title taken from “Mercy” by Hurts. In the ageless terms of his fellows, Black Mercy is little more than an infant.
The White Ghost comes and goes in secret at the word of the Demon’s Head.
Intent upon finally discovering his purpose, Rachem takes to lingering whenever possible in the company of a man no one else can see.
i’m so excited
you’re going to spoil me
you’re making me too happy
deal with my perkiness and whatever pain you may inspire me to wreak upon my dashboard
My icon is also the expression that I permanently have on my face.
Think carefully, everything after this moment will not only determine your career but life. You can spend it in a corporate office drafting contracts and hitting on chubby paralegals before finally putting a gun in your mouth. Or you can join my firm and become someone you actually like. So decide, do you want the job or not?
When you go to bed the day you started your period
oh my god dont lie to me omg billy baby
omg billy no
Whiskey’s God’s way of letting us know he loves us and he wants us to be happy.
its all fun to change ur url to something festive but SOME of us have Brands to maintain
DC Challenge ♔ [day11] favourite non- canon romance ⇢ Jason Todd & Tim Drake
… Jason Todd. Once a Robin, always an ass. Getting yet another chance because it’s what Bruce would’ve wanted. I honored that wish. But I regretted it before I eve helped Jason escape jail.
In which Stiles learns to Stalk That Stalk. (Or, how to accidentally woo your unfriendly neighborhood alpha in roughly five hundred handwritten steps.)
Shit. What do you write inside a fake ticket meant to briefly mislead a slightly unhinged werewolf into deep annoyance? Stiles is pretty sure, “Ahahahahahaha” is not appropriate, and 100% certain that, “For reasons I cannot even explain to myself, you’ve kind of been a recurring feature in my ongoing journey of sexual discovery since the first time I laid eyes on you,” will not go over well. Hmm. Decisions, decisions.
Eventually, he writes, “Gotcha!” and walks back over to the car, shoving the fake ticket under the left windshield wiper with satisfaction. It’s not much better than “Ahahahahaha,” but it’s a significant improvement on the other option, so Stiles is going to count it as a win. He goes back to the cruiser, meets his father coming the other way, and mostly forgets about it. Hopefully it’ll at least cause some mild intrigue at some point, unless (please, please, please, please) something else comes up.
Spear/Scythe Wielders (✿◠‿◠)