Stiles was nervous. It was his first time in the tattoo parlor, any to be honest, and he didn’t exactly have a good rep with needles. Nevertheless, he wanted this tattoo and he had booked the appointment.
“Uh, hello?” He called out, breathing deeply as he tried to calm his nerves.”I’m here for the one-thirty appointment?”
So… I’m still in love with Friday The 13th: The Game and want a creepy camp counselor plot. Or something… I don’t know. Sounds better in my head. But I also want all the plots ever. Even if we have stuff going. So click the cute little 🖤 and I’ll bug you to plot!
“we’re sitting in a holding cell while we wait for our friends to come with bail and you’re in for holding up a grocery store. me? oh i’m in for trying to steal a puppy–hey it’s not funny STOP LAUGHING DAMMIT” au
“Why come to my parties if you are just going to complain?” Damien asked while in the process of mixing his own drink. “You finally have the chance to cut loose and you just sit there and mope. Give it a chance, have a drink, dance a little. Live dammit.”