kissing is great
but wow when you get to kiss someone you have feelings for and you’ve wanted to kiss them for the longest time and you get to stroke their face and you’re so aware of their body and how nice their lips feel
truth or dare more like preform a strange sexual act or tell me who you like
That awkward moment when someone forgets to put their phone on silent in a train full of people and everyone hear the sound of clicking as they take a selfie for snapchat…
Sterek Week: sterek au → HerculesStiles is stolen from Mount Olympus by Kate so that he can’t mess up her plans to dethrone the Sheriff. It seems to work for awhile since Stiles is the most awkward human ever, but she didn’t account for Stiles being trained by the renowned, Isaac, and becoming a hero. The only curveball still up her sleeve is Derek, who may just be able to trick Stiles, unless they fall madly in love of course.
starting the boyfriend challenge
i challenge all cute boys to try and become my boyfriend in the next 24 hours
or they can just donate to me
The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. (x)
Derek feels blind when entering the school. Naked. His instincts tells him to lift his chin and take a sharp intake of breath, trying to catch one of the teenagers’ scent, but there’s nothing. He can’t smell them. He can’t hear their heartbeats. It hurts, knowing he’s just as helpless as the assassin running around looking for the same thing he is.
It’s like a weight is lifted off his shoulders when he picks up the faint sound of Stiles’ voice, too far away to make out the words but close enough to recognize. Derek lets out a heavy breath, heading for coach’s office where it came from. The door is ajar, and he’s just about to rip the door open and call out Stiles’ name, when there’s a second voice.
"I’m going to count to three, and then I’m going to kill you."
Derek freezes, mind racing. He looks down on his bare right hand, free from claws and strength that he otherwise would be able to snap neck’s with. Swallowing, he adjusts the grip on the gun in his left hand, safety already off, recalling the look on the sheriff’s face when giving it to him on his way in.
Find them. Find my son.
At a party and I literally feel like I’m gonna have a panic attack…