Blood Guts and Chocolate cake
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Cutlery currently chasing me:
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Anonymous asked: Funny how on SPN they have a SPN convention with a panel specifically for homoerotic subtext, yet irl we're not suppose to talk about it. Riddle me that one, Batman!
Truth is stranger than fiction, Robin!!
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Cas is totally that guy that would forever read the back of the cereal box. I can just imagine him now, having lost his...
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i don’t know why this is so hilarious.
probably because this is a...
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Watch the full video: Blossoming into Science with actress Mayim Bialik
things they...
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Castiel tells him everything.
When there is time – which really is a relative term, after all – Castiel turns to...
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[CHARACTER IS MYSTERIOUSLY RICH IN CANON (Fanfic Flamingo) 300 SECRET PORN STAR AUS
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From I Wish I Was The Moon that centers on Stiles’ mother.
”[…] On the days when she’d pull me out of school. She called my energy and inability to focus my ‘lightning’. Said I had to let it out since I didn’t know how to use it. So we’d visit places, different places. Gardens and preserves and waterfalls and just all that nature stuff she was so crazy about. And we’d run until I was exhausted and we’d spin until I was dizzy and then when my blood was pumping in my veins so loud I couldn’t even hear myself think she’d make me lie down on the ground in the grass or flowers or weeds or water or whatever we’d wandered into and tell me to let it all go. It sounds dumb, I know, but it always helped.”](http://25.media.tumblr.com/d24d95c87d9a7b98b8bf5efc29626319/tumblr_mgnfr6FPIr1rmegsco1_500.jpg)
From I Wish I Was The Moon that centers on Stiles’ mother.
”[…] On the days when she’d pull me out of school. She called my energy and inability to focus my ‘lightning’. Said I had to let it out since I didn’t know how to use it. So we’d visit places, different places. Gardens and preserves and waterfalls and just all that nature stuff she was so crazy about. And we’d run until I was exhausted and we’d spin until I was dizzy and then when my blood was pumping in my veins so loud I couldn’t even hear myself think she’d make me lie down on the ground in the grass or flowers or weeds or water or whatever we’d wandered into and tell me to let it all go. It sounds dumb, I know, but it always helped.”
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“You know, I should thank you though. I wouldn’t have found someone so completely willing to give himself over for the better of the pack. How fucking quaint.”
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Lydia Martin hair porn
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Sterek!AU - That was a trick question, Derek!
girleverafter said: “Sterek and christmas… or coffee? I have cozy feels tonight :3” (You are totally allowed to write a little fanfiction under this :3)
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I am a part of that 0.08% of the Teen Wolf fandom who completely trusts in Jeff Davis and his choices.
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Hey, I just met you.
And this is crazy.
But I’m a werewolf.
So love me maybe?
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“And this, children, is a messenger of the Lord.” Stiles told his students, as he kneeled down before his chained prisoner, chuckling. “An angel. Where are your pretty little wings, angel?” He smirked.
Erica took a tentative step forward, studying the angel, while Isaac kept his distance. This was the first time they had seen an angel other than their books, but they knew what a fully grown one could do.
The angel opened his eyes slowly, landing on Stiles. “Genim.”
Stiles’ eyes narrowed. “It’s Stiles, dear messenger.”
The angel rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Your new body can’t hide your identity, Genim.” Stiles paused.
“Genim just doesn’t suit a body this young.” He finally replied, tilting his head slightly and looking the angel over, “But you, Derek, have stuck to the same host for two hundred years? How decrepit.“
Derek’s eyes blazed a fierce white, the only warning before Stiles was struck with a wave of rage. Behind him, Erica gasped before quickly stepping back to Isaac, who had visibly flinched. But Stiles could only laugh.
“Oh, please, dear, you are upsetting the children!” He exclaimed, smiling widely at Derek’s answering glare.
“Humans are not to be used to cater to your every whim, Genim.”
Stiles chuckled and leaned forward, “Well, Derek. We have never been ones to agree much have we?”
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