I have been remiss in drawing wee!Stiles and Scott, and this was the perfect excuse to do so. PLUS, I HAVE JUST BEEN HAVING A LOT OF BROTP FEELS LATELY, OK?
de stress babies gangin up on their stupid boyfriend spocky
UGH LOOK AT HIS FAACEEEE
Game of Thrones S03: My Understanding so Far
stid: the summary (non-benedict edition)
Stiles also gradually becomes aware that the rumbling sounds he’s been hearing for the last minute are not coming from someone revving their engine in the parking lot, but from the throats of the people assembled behind him.
He turns around, incredulous, and the noise cuts off. Except for Jackson, who’s still growling—his eyes look weirdly blue from this distance—before Boyd elbows Jackson hard in the gut and Jackson quiets.
Okay, I really don’t dig that whole predestined mates thing, but hey, the fic’s funny!
this is perfection
goodbye wings ;-;
Go to the corner and think about what you have done.