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your only job on this earth is to be so intrinsically yourself that the right people gravitate toward you and the wrong people move out of your way

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We should have Daniel ridiculously making fun of Armand for being Italian more because that just seems like something he would do. Bad Italian accents.

Armand puts on a decent mimic of Daniel’s fried California voice during a fight and Daniel just responds by repeating what he says in a terrible Italian accent.

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can you all watch over him while I have a smoke

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you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid

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“do you know where you’ll be headed in 5 years?” no. but i do know about themes and motifs. and friendship. and putting garlic on everything

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No one in this DMV knows I’m thinking about men getting railed

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im like if someone who had a fetish for being helpless was also a control freak

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the concept of cuteness aggression is so funny. awww you're adorable I need to hurt you

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internet friends are kinda like illegally downloaded friends. you don’t get the physical copy but you still get all the great content

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peak sladick dynamic is one in which when they're fighting to the death they're having sex and when they're having sex it's An Argument

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bite, kiss and leave hickeys on the neck

steter 😇

Stiles really should have expected that Peter would be a biter. Completely aside from his stint as an alpha and all the significance that werewolves placed on bites in general, Peter was possessive. So yeah, he should have expected it, but somehow it was a surprise when their first, fierce kiss gave way to Peter trailing his lips over the line of Stiles’s jaw and down the column of his neck.

The sharp nip of teeth pulled a gasp from Stiles. He hung onto Peter’s shoulders. “You do realize you can’t turn me, right?” he teased, then caught his breath when Peter latched on and sucked. God, that was going to bruise. A little thrill went through Stiles when he realized everyone would see the hickey.

“Just because I can’t turn you,” Peter murmured against his throat, “doesn’t mean you aren’t mine.” He placed a kiss on the still-stinging bite, and then went in for another.

Stiles bit back a moan and tilted his head to give Peter more room.

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Subspace is so under-represented outside of fic it's depressing

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God I need more shows to watch

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the first rule of being on the internet is you should have other stuff going on, besides being on the internet

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everybody in this fandom is going to hell if I'm being so real

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iwtv x community gardens (the scary jokes)

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honestly my dearest hope for post-divorce armand is that he's gone back to amadeo-style party girl days. he's drinking the drug blood, he's dancing in the club, he's sucking and fucking anything that moves, he's flying under the influence and crashing into walls, he's puking blood and come into public bathroom sinks. the reason nobody can find him is that armand himself can't keep track of where he is or where he's going, all cities look the same when you're an old man who hasn't come down off speed for a solid month.