For my darling Grimm. I hope you enjoy! If you squint, this could be related to the mpreg fic I’m working on…you’ll know it when you see it.
In all honesty, Stiles tries his hardest to make things go right for one night. It’s just that everything that can go wrong does go wrong. The fact that the Jeep breaks down isn’t a surprise in the slightest — Stiles knows she’s on her last legs — but he’s literally two streets down from his destination and it really freaking sucks.
On top of everything else, he’s in one of Beacon Hill’s infamous reception black holes, which means he can’t make calls, and the true icing on the shit-cake is that it’s been raining for two days straight and still hasn’t let up, which means he’s going to have a long, wet walk.
Here! I’ve drawn you like one of my French girls! :DSamm: OH MY GOD AUTHEANE ACTUALLY DREW ME!!!! OMFG!!! *hugs and kisses forehead* THANK YOU!!
My pleasure! :D I love to draw little chibis of people like that. ^w^
you don’t realise how much tumblr has changed your view on things until you spend time with friends who don’t have tumblr and they say something and you’re just like
so you’ve fallen in love with an under appreciated actor with a terrible filmography: a memoir
Jason Momoa IS Aquaman…King of the Seas.
Okay. Not only cool but hot. Excellent.
“It had to happen eventually, so here it is! Promote ALS awareness AND extinguish evil at the same time!”
Peter mid alpha change.
I’ve been working on this for a little while, still a lot of things to modify and work on but I like where this is going so far.
I LOVE ORDERING THINGS FROM ONLINE ITS LIKE SOMEONE SENT YOU A PRESENT BUT YOU SENT YOURSELF THAT PRESENT
exchanging headcanons and AUs with friends like
Tagged by the lovely cursedtruth
My handwriting sucks but I can also write like this. But I’m too lazy and too tired to do it properly! :D
From his textbooks, Stiles had gotten the impression that vampires had a weird, stretched out look to them — slightly too-long limbs and pale skin. This guy, though, he looked human, broad-shouldered and clearly muscular even under a loose sweatshirt. He wasn’t pale at all, his skin lightly tanned, hair dark, eyes pale. They narrowed at Stiles and Stiles froze as the man looked him up and down, clearly judging him. He must have passed the test, though, because the man kind of shrugged and said, “Take off your clothes.”
dude, being addicted to fanfiction is so weird. you stay in front of your computer for hours a day reading different versions of those same characters falling in love and fucking again, again, again and again. and yet, we’re looking for more, creating more, making fanarts because, apparently, nothing in the world is more fulfilling than fictional love, the love we cannot have. that’s either inspiring or unsettling. or both.