If you don’t have a pole dancing Deadpool in your blog that’s fine
but deep down we all know we need one
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Stranger Things
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@iwantedhimdead-blog
If you don’t have a pole dancing Deadpool in your blog that’s fine
but deep down we all know we need one
“What other bloody reason could ya possibly have for it, then?”
“Sorry, I’m just. Restless. I can’t sleep.”
“We’ve learned from you.”
#OH MY GOD NO???????#HE JUST GETS SHINIER AND MORE PURE AS IT GOES DOWN?#AND THEN YOU REACH THAT LAST ONE??#AND IT’S THE FUCKING PUREST AND DORKIEST AND SPARKLIEST HE HAS EVER BEEN????#THE MOTHERFUCKING LIGHT OF HEAVEN IS SHINING DOWN UPON HIS NERDY LIL FACE#AND I JUST IMMEDIATELY BURST INTO TEARS#BECAUSE MY POOR BABY BOY#HE WAS JUST A NERD WHO WANTED SOMETHING EXCITING TO HAPPEN IN HIS TINY LITTLE TOWN#AND NOW HE’S GOTTEN BATTERED AND BRUISED AND DRAGGED INTO THE MUD#HIS SOUL HAS BEEN SHATTERED MORE TIMES THAN HE CAN COUNT#AND HE’S LEFT CLUTCHING THE PIECES OF THIS TWITCHY SAD CARELESS BOY HE USED TO BE#WONDERING WHERE IT ALL WENT WRONG#stiles#bring back the buzzcut#i’m fine just CRYING AGAIN THAT’S ALL (via @clarz)
( iwantedhimdead. )
“Tap me again and you’ll lose that arm.”
“I’m not doing it on purpose.”
@sweetscreamer
“Lydia?”
He rapped his knuckles lightly against her door, leaning in closely to see if he could hear anything from inside. He’d been half-surprised when Natalie had actually allowed him inside the house, given how she’d acted the last time he’d wanted to visit her daughter; days ago when Lydia had still been in Eichen, and none of them had known just how much danger she’d been in. But he was grateful that she had let him in --- not that it would have stopped him if she hadn’t. He hadn’t wanted to let Lydia out of his sight after that whole ordeal, but he hadn’t complained when Natalie had taken her home for some well-deserved rest.
(Partly because he knew Lydia needed it, but also partly because he wasn’t about to get on Natalie’s bad side again.)
It’d been hard, though. Hard to get her out of his head. Hard to stop thinking about how he’d felt something, an actual emotion, for the first time since he’d---
Well. He’d felt something when he’d seen her again, sitting there on that chair, pale and bleeding and so close to being consumed by the voices in her head, but alive. It had still felt distant, not as strong as it might have been before, but it had been something, more than he’d felt in days, and it’d been hard to let her go afterward. Hard to give her space.
(Particularly once he’d realized he hadn’t felt anything again since. It was as though someone had reached in and flipped a switch somewhere in his mind, turning his emotions back off and leaving him with nothing but a dull sort of numbness that filled him up and didn't leave room for anything else. Saving Lydia's life had felt good, had been the first time in days that he'd felt anything at all, but after that...it had all gone away again. After that, he'd just been tired.)
He could hear her heartbeat on the other side of the door, and he could smell her more strongly there too, right outside her bedroom. He was still getting used to his heightened senses, but this wasn’t overwhelming like other places were. This was comforting. Familiar. Lydia.
“Hey, it’s Stiles. Can I come in?”
whispers quietly I’m sorry I haven’t really been on or talked to anyone much lately. I’ve been lurking but I haven’t been feeling good mentally and the only things I’ve really had the spoons for are sending memes and watching youtube videos. I’m okay though! just tired. hopefully it’ll pass soon. in the meantime I’m really sorry and also I will continue lurking + sending memes bc you guys are awesome.
Claudia Stilinski
❛ he’s trying to KILL me !!!!! ❜
“If you ask me if I remember you, I’m gonna scream.”
Let's talk about 'take your time'
outfcrblood:
When I say ‘take your time’, what I mean is:
Take. Your. Time.
If you have muse for another thread? You can reply to that.
If you have muse for another character? Guess what; you can reply to that too.
If you’re getting feels for another ship? OMFG. YOU H0R. No, seriously. You can reply to that, lmfao.
If you’re overwhelmed with other threads? It’s okay; seriously. I don’t hate you, I don’t think any less of you. You get to ours when you can.
If you want to drop a thread because you’ve lost inspiration with it; same as above. I don’t hate you. I’d rather you told me than fretted and thought omfg she’s gonna hate me when actually, the opposite is true.
Muses can be fickle, fickle things and I shouldn’t have to say this but when dipshits come out with stuff like ‘take your time doesn’t mean you can reply to something else’ — actually, it does with me.
Anybody who plots with me, RPs with me, even talks to me; I love. Dearly. And when they reply I squeal like a mad thing because omg the flawless (seriously).
RPing is meant to be fun, lovelies. Don’t suck the fun out of it by being passive aggressive and a bit of a twat by saying shit things like that.
Take your time means take your time — it’s YOUR character, your blog. You reply to who you want when you want or when you’re ready/have the muse, okay? <3
{ okay but, soulmate colours au — only you have to touch your soulmate to see colour. and it’s not a burst and like whole world in colour, it’s only when you touch! until you both accept that you’re soulmates, and know each other, then the world is in colour. Gimme. }
daisyridly:
listen. there’s nothing “boring” about ships that are stable and built on mutual trust and respect. there can be angst and drama and all those juicy bits without the characters being absolutely abysmal to each other all the damn time
“Someone tried to strangle me. And I survived. I don’t need to hide that”.
Stalia in Teen Wolf season 5
my talents include running on 3 hours of sleep and having extensive knowledge about supernatural