meatbicyclevevo:

captoring:

4w-k:

all time favorite quote c:

shoulder shoulder shoulder shoulder 
your favorite quote. is. shoulder. shoulder. shoulder. shoulder.

actually it’s sholderersuersould

meatbicyclevevo:

captoring:

4w-k:

all time favorite quote c:

shoulder shoulder shoulder shoulder 

your favorite quote. is. shoulder. shoulder. shoulder. shoulder.

actually it’s
sholder
er
suer
sould

5 hours ago 77,757 notes   isobelstevenz © 4w-k /reblog
Anonymous asked:
The One Where Eddie Moves In

felicitysmock:

this didn’t really work like… as Eddie for anyone. so, i sort of wrote a different thing.

~*~

“So,” Isaac eyes the possible new tenant warily from where he’s examining Boyd’s painting on the wall. “Do you have any questions for us?”

Stiles turns and beams at him, Derek feels it like a punch to the gut. “Nah, I don’t think so. You say it’s three hundred a month?”

“Three fifty,” Derek corrects flatly.

Boyd elbows him in the stomach. “Three hundred, plus we have an account you can put money in for bills and shit.”

Stiles glances from Derek to Boyd, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “You want me to pay three twenty five, would that make you feel better?”

Derek scowls as Boyd and Isaac both grin. “We have really noisy neighbors.”

“’S’cool, my best friend and his girlfriend used to have ridiculously loud sex in the room next to me,” Stiles smirks ruefully.

“You can’t smoke.”

Stiles waves his hands around. “I got better things to do with these than stain them yellow.”

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5 hours ago 1,544 notes   felicitysmock /reblog

Speaking dos languages diferentes in a sentence because eres a multicultural motherfucker.

5 hours ago 80,693 notes   magnusbane © melinaylen /reblog

Angelina Jolie’s dress was an expression of her kids’ creativity: Luigi Massi, the master tailor at Atelier Versace, sewed dozens of designs from her children’s drawings into the dress and veil.

Angelina Jolie’s dress was an expression of her kids’ creativity: Luigi Massi, the master tailor at Atelier Versace, sewed dozens of designs from her children’s drawings into the dress and veil.

ashesandhalefire:

teenwolf:

2 HOURS!

that’s really romantic i wonder if you can still see the bloodstains on the floor where boyd died or if someone put down a throw rug


Dylan O’Brien for Teen Vogue (september 2014)

Dylan O’Brien for Teen Vogue (september 2014)

5 hours ago 11,955 notes   qhuinn © holland-roden /reblog

gold:

what a nice otp you have

it would be a shame

if one of them died.

10 hours ago 124,424 notes   octaviasblake /reblog

vampmissedith:

lyonsheart:

#let’s play guess the endgame one more time 

Okay you know what I was just gonna reblog this and say nothing but you know what, I’m pissed off and you wanna know why?

Ted is a Nice Guy. I don’t mean a nice man, no. I mean the motherfucking “Nice Guy” who moans and complains about how women just won’t flock to him and be exactly who he expects of them. He knew from the beginning Robin wanted to focus on her career before marriage. He knew from the beginning she didn’t want kids. She rejected him time after time before they dated the first time. She rejected him time after time after that, for nine goddamn fucking years. His refusal to stop pursuing her, and accept she did not fucking love her, destroyed his relationship with Victoria TWICE. He is the whiny high school teenager bitching because the popular girl he obsesses over just isn’t into him. He is the goddamn Nice Guy, the kind whose every action, every so-called kind deed is done purely out of trying to get Robin to date him.

Robin motherfucking Scherbatsky was an independent woman who not only relied on herself, but expected the men she wanted to be with to be independent and rely on himself, as well. She was career-minded and strong and independent and self-reliant. Those were the traits that doomed her and Ted.

In this gifset we see that Ted did not respect Robin for who she was. He didn’t want her to be self-reliant—he wanted her to rely on him. He’s like so many men out there, so many Nice Guys. Baby, let me take care of you while you put me before everything else, You’re too independent, Robin. I need you to need me, I need you to rely on me. The reason they didn’t work out was because they both wanted and needed different things in relationships, and that’s okay—what isn’t okay is that instead of accepting that, Ted blames her. Tells her that SHE is the reason why they broke up, and something about her is WRONG. He insults her, tells her that her fundamental personality is wrong, and that she is why their relationship failed; that they they just aren’t compatible, no; because she is broken.

She is so upset at this she goes to another ex. He’s the Jerk, you know; the guy who all the Nice Guys in the world call The Asshole. And you know what? You know what this Asshole does? He comforts her, he compliments her. He tells her that those traits, teh traits she’s been belittled and taunted over, the traits that make her broken, the reason why She Can’t Find A Man, are what make her wonderful. Barney loved her for her insecurities, and he supported her independence. He supported her self-reliance. In one scene, this Asshole prove to be far more accepting and mature than the so-called Nice Guy.

So who do she end up with?

Ted.

yeahhimym

After the Bridge Part Four

cassandraclare:

A story for those who might have wondered what Tessa and Jem did after they met on Blackfriars Bridge in the epilogue of Clockwork Princess.

Those who do not like Tessa&Jem together or Jessa sexytimes probably should skip this. (You will not miss anything that will affect your understanding of later books.) Those who like that sort of thing will find this the sort of thing they like.

After the Bridge alternates POV between Jem and Tessa. It will be posted in installments. This is Part Four. It is not the whole story. There are more parts. As this is one short story and not chaptered, each post will contain the whole story from the beginning up to the point where that part ends so that new readers or readers who don’t remember what happened won’t have to hunt down the previous post(s.)

[Also just a personal note: since starting to post this, I’ve been bombarded with requests to write Clace, Malec, Sizzy, Wessa, Jemma, Jordelia, ships that don’t even have names, etc short stories. I usually turn down requests to write short stories for published anthologies because I don’t have time — I really don’t have time to write a ton of short-story-length outtakes. I’m writing this as it grew out of a discussion with Holly Black and Kelly Link about romance shapes and sat on my head and demanded to be written. When that happens again, I will happily post what I write because I like to share free content. But I do need to focus on TLH and TDA right now, and nothing else is calling to be written. In other words, and I hope I am saying this the nicest possible way, I can’t take requests. We will all just have to see if inspiration strikes and hope it isn’t Mortmain/Benedict “The Worm” Lightwood.]

Meanwhile, definitely an R rating below. I admit I don’t really understand the rating system. SEXY TIMES. These characters are consenting and 135 years old, but I would probably keep the story away from kiddies.

AFTER THE BRIDGE PART FOUR 

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The One Where Chandler Gets Caught

felicitysmock:

"Hey, Stiles says he’s running late, got caught up at the mall getting Christmas presents for Derek."

Scott rolls his eyes, glares at his muffin, “Every year, he gets the best gift for Derek, and I look like the chump brother that isn’t thoughtful enough.”

"Maybe one year you could give us actual presents instead of making donations on our behalf to the museum," Lydia suggests sweetly.

"I like them," Allison insists loyally, and Scott beams at her. "It makes me feel like I’ve done something good, you know, saved an old relic for another year."

Scott’s happy smile dies, and he scowls, “Ha ha.”

Allison winks at him over her coffee cup, glances out of the window. “Hey, isn’t that Stiles?”

They all look up to see Stiles and a pretty blonde woman walking down the sidewalk. Stiles is talking animatedly, and the woman is laughing. At one point they stop, and she reaches out, tugs something out of his hair. Stiles’ eyes crinkle as he smiles down at her.

It’s a fond look. 

"He lied to us," Lydia states flatly, "Why would he—"

"I don’t believe it,” Erica murmurs, watching with wide eyes as Stiles kisses her on the cheek, helps her into a cab. “Nope, not happening. I saw them this morning. Derek had a hickey for god’s sake.”

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