Imagines

[teenwolf--imagines]

An Official Goodbye

Hi everyone, it’s been a hot minute! 

First: A whole bunch of my old posts were flagged as inappropriate (the point of this tumblr?) and you can’t see them anymore. They’re gone (I’m out of here and I”m not appealing their flagged status,) and I apologize.

I haven’t been here since shortly after Teen Wolf ended, as you may have noticed (probably not, I get it.) I’m so surprised so many of you are still here– 16,575 of you! Anyway... I’ll keep this account here for your enjoyment until tumblr deactivates it or something. I just wanted to officially say goodbye and thank you, thank you, thank you.

Be kind :)

[sharmania]

let’s just be happy ok

[teenwolf--imagines]

Imagine running away from home with Isaac so you can both get a new start.

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“Come here and sit on my face”

[teenwolfchoices]

the twenty to thirty-something year old wolves

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Imagine fucking Brett under the bleachers during a night game

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Imagine going on a road trip with Isaac

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Imagine Finstock writing letters to Greenberg.

They were all addressed and stamped, but Finstock thought it would be more impactful if the letters were all sent at once, and every time he thought he couldn’t think of more insults and could finally mail the letters, he’d think of something else Greenberg did that pissed him off. 

Dammit Greenberg.

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Imagine Liam getting himself off just to the sound of your voice on the phone

[teenwolf--imagines]

I'm obsessed with your account. Thought you should know.

thank youuuu ☼☼☼

[teenwolf--imagines]

Imagine giving Peter a tattoo

[teenwolf--imagines]

Imagine: You’re in the BHHS weight room after school looking for your water bottle you left there in gym class, and Theo walks in. It seems like he didn’t see you, but when he takes off his shirt, turns to you and winks, it seems like maybe he did. Theo’s a showoff, and a showoff about being a showoff. You try not to look, focussing on finding your water bottle. But when he purposefully drops the dumbbell he’d been curling on the floor, you glance up at him from across the room: Theo’s looking at you expectantly as if to ask why you aren’t paying attention. 

Why aren’t you paying attention to the delightful little display he’s putting on for you? He really wants to know. 

You just respond with a raised eyebrow and a dismissive shake of the head. You don’t even give him the satisfaction of letting him catch you check out those abs. You do that when you’re pretty sure he isn’t watching. Theo finally puts on his shirt, a little frustrated by your stubbornness. 

He’s doing pull ups when you find the bottle. “Hey, where you going? Not enjoying the performance?” He calls as you start towards the door. You roll your eyes. “Home,” you pause at the doorway to add dryly, “thanks for the show.” He turns his head, a smirk beginning to form. “Oh, you’re welcome doll.”

[teenwolf--imagines]

I love you, I love you, I love you.

I’ll keep telling you until you believe me.

[teenwolf--imagines]

Imagine the kinds of dates Stiles would take you on... looking for monsters in the woods

and Liam’s there too

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Imagine wearing Scott’s shirt to bed

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Imagine Dylan, Tyler, and the Carver twins forming a boyband :P

[teenwolf--imagines]

Imagine being called up on stage to dance with the band.

#yungwolvs

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Imagine being a groupie for this band

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Imagine Theo falling asleep with his head in your lap