❒ Single ❒ Taken ✔I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones. Sarcasm is my only defense.


I'm vaguely aware of a life I had before Teen Wolf . Now it's all a blur. #sorrynotsorry

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I eat romantic shit up. If I were asked to just sit on a roof and look at the stars id probably internally combust

(Source: hexxxxgirlfriend)

(Source: celtic-girl)

(Source: shouldn-t)

— And Now, A Poem


Love is red
My OTP isn’t blue
You talk shit about it
I’m coming for you

(Source: teen-wolf)

and what? sterek makes perfect sense?
─ Anonymous

How dare I vocalize my disinterest .

Shame on me. :(

We have not seen the last of Danny.

Jeff Davis (x)

(Source: stilesbatinski)

Stiles: yeah my favorite color is a golden yellowish color.
Scott: I thought it was blue?



Sterek AU: Now Derek thinks about it, his boss might have mentioned that his son was in a band. Whoops. 

Derek gulped hard and took another drag from his beer, trying to forestall the undoubtedly through reaming he was about to get. He winced as he heard Sheriff Stilinski practically growl at him.

"Deputy?" the Sheriff said, voice cold and hard. His arms were crossed over his chest, his eyebrows were drawn together, and he had a frown on his face. A frown that could mean Derek was either going to be found in the desert in pieces … or he was going to get thoroughly chewed out.

"Yes, Sir?" Derek asked as he winced and grinned, making the expression look pained. He set his drink on the table between the two of them, trying to convey the fact that he was taking this conversation very serious.

"My son."

"I think he’s very good looking, Sir," Derek replied after a few moments of strained silence as the Sheriff stared him down. His hopeful expression fell as he saw the continued disapproving expression. He swallowed dryly. "I’m sorry. That wasn’t the most appropriate comment to make, was it?" he asked, one eyebrow raised in question as he tried to make eye contact.

Neither noticed the music had changed but did notice the sweaty body that suddenly draped itself across Derek’s back.

"You think I’m hot!?" Stiles asked as he grinned and moved to sit down between Derek and his father. He reached for Derek’s forgotten beer and had his hand slapped away. "Ow!"

"You’re still underage," the Sheriff growled and then leveled a withering look at Derek.

"Only for another week!" Stiles whined as he peeled his blue shirt away from his body to try and cool off a bit.

Derek pulled the beer further away but couldn’t help but stared at he pale skin and whiskey colored eyes. He licked his lips unconsciously as he stared before managing to bring his mind back to the present. “The law is the law…”

"Stiles, pleasure to meed you," Stiles replied as he held out his hand and shook Derek’s firmly. "And you are…?"

"Derek. Derek Hale," Derek replied as he couldn’t stop the smile that came to his face at the attention Stiles was giving him.

"And one of my Deputies," the Sheriff added. He looked between the two and seemed to come to a decision. "Remember, Deputy Hale, I’m his father and your boss.” He stood and gave them both the evil eye before standing up to leave the bar.

"Well, that could have gone better," Stiles said with a grin. "Since we can’t drink… wanna go see a movie? There’s a midnight premiere and I’d like to get to know you better."

"iHop after?" Derek offered as he felt the infectious smile.

"Deal!" Stiles replied with a victory fist pump.

— Reblog if you would like to be asked questions about your OTPs


tbf this is kind of a constant state of being

We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.

(via losingthe-war)

(Source: psych-facts)


Stiles, were you going to… kiss me?”

“NO!! … Maybe? Oh, okay fine, yes