Wella wella wella hmmm…
Lmfao!!! my new favorite version of grease!!
F is for friends who do stuff together
U is for u and me
N is for never telling you about your encephalitis and letting you spiral deeper and deeper into your own madness until you snap and join me on a murder spree
Oh no dumb Teen Woof comics
Do you know why I instituted the Louis Litt rehabilitation program?
Because I was seduced by Daniel Hardman once too.
Need pack fic. Need pack fic. Everyone cuddle.
One of the most amazing things (in, uh, a horrible kind of way) about this moment was how desperately Boyd and Erica wanted to protect Stiles, and how badly Stiles wanted to protect them. They’re definitely a pack. No question.
When Stiles was thrown into a basement dungeon and was confronted by a vicious, murdering, geriatric psychopath, his first thought was to confirm whether Boyd and Erica would be okay. He didn’t even ask about what his fate would be, until he’d cleared that up.
OH, STILES. SO VERY MUCH THE PACK MOM.
And Boyd’s and Erica’s expressions… those were definitely the expressions of kids crying as their mom got hurt in front of them.
I CONCUR. THERE NEEDS TO BE PACK-CUDDLING FIC. STAT.
calling for the last time
caught a glimpse of it through shapeshifting eyes
The other night seeing my Dad get hit over the head by Matt, while I’m just lying there and I can’t even move. It just… I want to help, but I can’t do the things that you can do.
This is going to be the death of me.