That depends on how you define lying.

Thanksgiving at the Stilinski house with @ciiotka

#Headcanon

“In my defense, I was in love with him.”

nope, still judging

“Uh-huh....”

“We weren’t technically unengaged until I found out he killed Laura.”

judging you hard rn aunt liv

“I didn’t marry him though. Does that make it any better?”

“Only cause of the Hale fire, you can’t marry someone that’s catatonic. Though, you can legally marry a dead person in France.”

- @dependsonhowyoudefineit -

“I don’t know if I would classify that as my most questionable life choice.”

“Aunt Liv, you got engaged to Peter Hale.”

foxysmoulder

but really guys

tampons/pads marketed to young kids who just started getting their periods

should be a thing

wrappers with dinosaurs and planets and glitter and cats and sea creatures

make kids feel comfortable about something natural that happens to their bodies.

and for goodness sake

don’t sexualize it

spunkyy

No. Actually. Why do you need this? You don’t. Getting your period means you are starting to mature, which means you need to drive them AWAY from needless things like that. Also, you all bitch enough as it is about paying for these things, imagine how much more money companies will charge for those things? Or, maybe EDUCATE them, so they will already feel comfortable about it. Jesus fucking christ.

tafffypulller

Plus if you’ve been having a miserable day and say you bought the character variety pack of pads. Sitting in the bathroom stall wanting to stab everyone and you open up some baby dinosaur pads. You’ve got dinosaurs in your underwear. No ones gonna ruin your day now.

legolokiismighty

U by Kotex has these, Tween pads. Sparkly box, cute designs on the pad and wrapper. There are even “period facts and myths” in each box, and the inner wrapper has instructions for how to use a pad properly. What’s more is they are smaller than standard pads. (I use these pads because I’m a petite person). Best part? Everywhere I buy them, one box of pads is less than $5.

saltwaffle

^^^^^^^ THESE ARE THE BEST BTW. VERY SOFT AND FUN AND COLORFUL. DID YOU KNOW THAT EVEN SEEING PRETTY COLORS CAN LIFT YOUR MOOD? I DIDN’T. NOW I DO.

BUT REALLY THESE ARE THE BEST OK

BECAUSE WHEN MY TEN-YEAR-OLD SISTER GOT HER PERIOD SHE WAS SUPER SCARED BUT I GAVE HER MY PACK AND SHE’S LIKE THIS LOOKS KINDA COOL AND NOW SHE THINKS SHE’S SO AWESOME AND COOL BECAUSE SHE WEARS COLORFUL PADS WITH SHOOTING STARS AND HEARTS ON THEM AND SHE’S SO CONFIDENT IT’S SO AWESOME

SO YOU TRY TELLING ME THAT SEEING A TEN YEAR OLD GIRL DEPRESSED AND ASHAMED OF A NATURAL BODY FUNCTION IS PREFERABLE TO SEEING HER SHOWING OFF HER UFO AND SHOOTING STAR-PATTERNED PADS TO HER BFFS

YOU WOULDN’T GIVE A FOUR-YEAR-OLD BOY A BORING BEIGE BAND-AID NO YOU’D GO OUT AND BUY THE HECK OUTTA THOSE SPONGEBOB AND TOY STORY SHITS BECAUSE IT MAKES THEM HAPPY DON’T MAKE YOUR GIRLS GROW OUT OF THINGS THAT MAKE THEM HAPPY BEFORE THEY’VE EVEN LEFT ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

she-wolveslord

Ok but U by Kotex has got all of our backs. This brand dose great and empowering things for all women and even girls :)

des-is-scum

Why are people with vaginas expected to be grown ass adults at 10 but people with dicks aren’t expected to act like adults until their 20’s??

hedonisthyena-blog

That last comment

thelone-wolves

Cody Christian's Breast Cancer Campaign!

frenchones

thelone-wolves

Guys, guys, guys! Did you know that Cody is doing a campaign to fight against breast cancer? Yes. He’s selling a very cool t-shirt through the represent.com. The design is awesome and the meaning behind it too.

Here’s the link to his campaign: represent.com/codychristian.

Just check it out and, if you can, please help him. It’s for an admirable cause.

Plus, I don’t know if you know him outside Teen Wolf, or Theo, but he’s an amazing person. I think that he’s one of the kindest celebrities out there, so he deserves to get all the help possible.

The campaign period is already ending, you see. It’ll be available only until September 22th. And he didn’t sold even half of his goal (the goal are 500 shirts, but only 175 have been sold).

So, again, please, if you can, check it out. Help Cody and his cause.

Thank you all!

(Note: by the way, Dyl Sprayberry is also doing a campaign at represent.com. Sadly, I had to choose only one. But you can look after Dyl’s campaign, too).

nouslesprotegeons-blog

Allison still didn’t believe him. He struck her as the type of person that took care of himself last, long after everyone else. He also looked like he was in need of some sleep. But, hey. They were in college so weren’t they all? “What kind of drink are you in the mood for? I’ve got you covered for it.” She asked, walking slowly and just hoping he was following along.

Stiles did tend to be that person. Definitely true on both counts. “Just some water’s okay, or if the store has those little milk bottles.” As long as it was cold, it’d help him calm down the rest of the way.

nouslesprotegeons:

“Look, i’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone after I know you’re okay. I promise. I’m sorry that your friend died and that I look like her. Maybe we were distantly related or something.” She offered him her hand, since she didn’t want to leave him while she got the drink. Even if it was just water from the campus store.

“You can’t change your face.” It was his way of telling her not to apologize. But he nodded anyway. “Maybe, yeah.” Stiles didn’t accept her hand but he did manage to force himself up, leaning against the wall for a long minute. “I’ll be fine.”

nouslesprotegeons:

Thinking about it now, yeah that probably wasn’t the right way of dealing with it. “I’m off for the rest of the day. Let me at least get you something to drink or something.” She knew since she looked like this person, she was probably the last person he wanted to be near but, she couldn’t let this go. Not yet.

Stiles bit back the bitter remark in the back of his head that wanted him to say the only drink he needed was whiskey. But he nodded. “A drink. Yeah, that’ll help.” There was only a little bit of sarcasm there, someone that Stiles was close to would likely recognize it. But he had to keep himself focused. Don’t freak out, don’t freak out.

nouslesprotegeons:

Wait what? Someone identical to her, with her name… had died? Considering she was an only child, that hit her hard. Like she was touching a hot memory door in her brain that wasn’t ready to open. “Shh.. shh… It’s okay.” She managed, once she’d gotten over her moment of thought and shook her head.

“Breathe Stiles. If you wanna talk about it, you can.” Only because now she morbidly curious. “When’s your next class?”

He was breathing, just not doing that good a job at it. “It’s not okay.” He’d have to talk to someone about this, someone that knew how hard a time Stiles had had. But, that would have to wait. “Only two classes today, next is at two.”

nouslesprotegeons:

Allison’s first instinct was to look for Stiles. Mostly because they had been talking. It would be good to make a friend. Especially on her first day. Maybe he could come over for lunch or something since she lived in the dorms.

What she didn’t expect was to see him not left or right of the classroom. But, down. On the floor. So, naturally she crouched down to his height. “Hey, See. I told you, you didn’t look so hot.”

When she came down to his eye level he was just getting himself calm again. “You look just like her, identical.” It was a little harder for him to keep talking, but he had to. “She died, Allison died and-” And what? It freaked him out that she had the same face, same name? How could he say that without seeming crazy?

“It took a while to think I was over it.”

nouslesprotegeons:

Well, if he said so she wasn’t going to force the issue. But, she also wouldn’t be surprised if he fell out of his chair. “I’ve always gone by Allison.” Why she wanted to keep this conversation going in the middle of class was beyond her. Something was just telling her not to lose him. “Well, my aunt used to call me Ally, sometimes… When she was still around.”

“Your aunt?” An absent aunt? Yeah, that seemed to fit his Allison too. The professor spoke and Stiles had to focus on his test. No talking. But, when it was done (relatively early) Stiles was one of the first to get up from his seat and take his test up before hurriedly slipping out of the room.

In the hall, Stiles slumped down against the wall and held his head between his knees. Talking to her just made him more convinced that she was the Allison he had known, but how could that have even been possible? As more people filed out after their tests were done, he hadn’t even noticed when Allison had finished hers and come out of the room.

nouslesprotegeons:

Stiles. What a weird name. Yet, there was something about it. Like she’d touched something hot in her memory that wasn’t quite ready to click yet. Maybe she’d call her dad later and ask. To put the puzzle piece together.

“Okay, unpronounceable. Are you okay? You look like you’re gonna be sick.”

Stiles just tried to look okay for the time being. “Uh, you just... You look really familiar. I’m fine.” He insisted. He wasn’t okay but how could he really explain to this random girl that looked and sounded like Allison that he’d known someone with her name and face who had been killed? “And yeah, I was named after my grandpa and it’s some weird Polish thing. You get a toddler that can’t say any part of his name right and you end up with a kid calling himself Stiles.”

nouslesprotegeons:

Was he having a hard time with hearing things or something? Allison made a mental note to remember that since she was pretty sure they were divided into pairs for the scenarios by the way they were seated and she’d hate to get impatient with him if it was something he couldn’t help.

“Thanks.” Well, that was strange. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost. Maybe he was one of those highly alert people, like from Ghost Adventures. Or one of those medium shows. Or more than likely he was embarrassed from holding onto the papers so long.

Allison passed the pile back once she’d taken hers and poked him again, only because she knew what it was like to be overwhelmed, maybe this was a new place for him too. “I’m Allison, by the way.”

He wanted to hope it wasn’t her. Stiles had been hoping that it was just a girl that looked similar to Allison. He felt a little woozy honestly. “Stiles.” He answered, pausing a moment. “That’s what everybody calls me.” Stiles knew this had to be her, even if he knew she had died. He hadn’t seen it happen (he’d passed out for a moment as it had grown stronger at the pain it’d caused killing Allison) but he had seen Scott holding her body.

He’d been to her funeral.

Sties couldn’t help but feel uneasy. It was an unease similar to the kid he sometimes felt before a panic attack. “My real name is unpronounceable.”