i'm britt and if i were on teen wolf, i would've been killed off a long time ago. //
guapobrien:
♪ (it better be a love ballad bec ily or ill be disappointed)

truesouls:

FLAWLESS / THE NEIGHBOURHOOD

I fell in love today
There aren’t any words that you can say

hoW DID THIS HAPPEN I CANT BREATHE IT COUNTS ALASDJF;SLDF

SEND ME A ♪ I WILL PUT MUSIC ON SHUFFLE AND GIV E YOU A SONG AND MY FAVORITE LINE FROM IT

Anonymous:
STEREK PROMPT: could u write a fic on deputy Parrish flirting with stiles and derek gets jealous?

giantteenwolforgy:

So sorry this took so long!! Hope you enjoy, anon :)

The red and blue lights start flashing when they’re careening down a back road and there’s a band of rabid fairies somewhere behind them and Derek is bleeding in the passenger seat. 

"Fuck," Stiles says. 

"Keep driving," Derek grits out, which is pretty much the worst idea ever and definitely a thing that Stiles will not be doing. 

Fuck.”

"Stiles!" Derek snaps as he starts to slow down. "Keep. Driving."

"We are not getting arrested tonight," he hisses, eyes flicking to the rear view mirror again. "Shut up and look innocent."

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sanastark:

honestly i try not to judge people before i get to know them but if you hate sansa stark it’s a whole other ball game

file under:   yah

inbox:

is hitting children with your car considered bullying

make me choose

 asked: Ted/Tracy or Barney/Robin

nickfuckface:

parents: “u should be more active”
me: image

file under:   omfa ga   fuck

ursulatheseabitchh:

The last three Disney films that starred POC were the Emperor’s New Groove in 2000, Brother Bear in 2003 and Princess and the Frog in 2009.

What did they have in common?

image

image

image

Exactly.

file under:   OH NO   disney   racism
Anonymous:
Sterek derek or stiles proposing marriage

raisesomehale:

Fuck, marry me,” Stiles groans, breathless and coiled so tight he’s sure he’d snap in half if it wasn’t for the heat and friction of Derek underneath him keeping him in one piece.

And normally Stiles would think that it’d be the other way around - that it would be the weight of Derek on top of him grounding him to earth, to their bed - the one they’d picked out together at Ikea after Derek had ruined the headboard for their first one.

But instead it’s Stiles pressing Derek down, and it’s Derek who pulls his head away from where he’d pressed it against his arm, biting the skin there to keep from moaning openly, to stare at Stiles with wide, surprised eyes.

"What?" He asks, breathless just like Stiles feels. And Stiles comes to a stop, lifting himself up to look down at Derek.

"Huh?" He says, mind still lost somewhere back between getting Derek’s clothes off and tangling their hands together against the mattress as he pushed inside.

"You said -" Derek swallows, wide-eyed, and in a rush it comes back to Stiles, how he hadn’t been bothered to bite down on his tongue as he blurted the first thing that came to mind in the moment.

"Right," Stiles says, and swallows himself. "Yeah," but he doesn’t regret saying it. In fact, it feels almost like relief to have it out there in the open after all this time. After getting used to waking up pressed against Derek on rainy Sundays where they don’t have to get up all day. After finding it to be second nature to joke and laugh and press up against Derek’s back as he cooks one of his families old recipes. 

"Yeah," Stiles repeats, and tries to put as much purchase and sincerity behind the one word. 

"Are you serious?" Derek asks, now getting up to lean on his elbows.

It’s ridiculous, because Stiles never feels vulnerable with Derek in bed - not since the first time Derek pressed him down onto the comforter in his old room - but here they are, putting on serious business faces and discussing something monumental while Stiles is still inside Derek.

He’d probably laugh if he wasn’t worried he’d cry instead, because he wants this. He wants lazy morning blow jobs and sloppy kisses as they exchange hand jobs after a long day. He wants stupid fights over leaving laundry hanging over the door and Derek barking at Stiles to put the cap back on the toothpaste, dammit.

He wants morning coffee and toast with avocado because Derek is a weirdo and combines food Stiles would never have thought of but ends up loving.

He loves avocado on toast and he loves Derek.

"As serious as I can be while mid-fuck," Stiles manages, and they both glance down at where they’re connected.

Derek hums at the sight, then looks back up at Stiles, “We’ve never… talked about this.”

"We don’t have to," Stiles is quick to say, "Not right now, at least."

Derek nods solemnly, “Yeah,” he agrees. But suddenly all Stiles wants to do is talk about this, make plans for their future together, if Derek wants one with him, that is.

"Yes," Derek says after a beat of silence, voice filled with more finality than it had before. 

Stiles’ gaze snaps up to Derek’s, and he feels just as exhilarated and scared as Derek looks.

"Yeah?" Stiles asks, smile spreading his lips wide. "You mean it?"

Derek rolls his eyes, cheeks flushed red, and nods.

Stiles laughs and presses Derek back down into the mattress, “You can’t change your mind,” Stiles says against Derek’s lips, “No take backsies, you know the rules.”

And Derek snorts, brushing his thumb over the apple of Stiles’ cheek with his thumb, “You’re ridiculous.”

"Hey," Stiles says, smiling purely for the fact that he doesn’t feel like he could stop even if he tried, "You’re the one who just agreed to marry me."

"Yeah," Derek says, pressing his thumb to Stiles’ bottom lip, "I did." 

Stiles is still smiling when he presses his lips against Derek’s mouth.

SH