#piss wolf

[bogbatz]

[urstoryteller]

felix clinging onto vincent every chance he gets and snarling at anyone who even looks at vincent. but due to felix not looking the most intimidating it typically leads to people laughing at him, which pisses both fix and vincent off. after that its a coin toss of if the person will just back off and lix and vin will just let it be. or if itll really piss lix and vin off leading to them letting their tempers get the better of them

[urstoryteller]

vincent and cove please :3

Reblog with a picture of your f/o(s) (no more than three) and I'll assign them a locket necklace (for a picture of you to go in, of course!)

[protagaster]

[Seconds after Odysseus' and Penelope's loving embrace, having finally been reunited after almost 20 years]

Odysseus, panicking: Penelope! You’re bleeding!

Penelope, completely calm: Don’t worry love, it’s not my blood.

[mightierthanthecanon]

That’s how you do it, right? You get people so eager for those little scraps of approval that they never see the knife coming.

[mochii-derogatory]

what if. impossibly tender fanart for rarepair with 3 fans worldwide. would you still love me mochiifandom

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

‘the black bastard of the wall’ moniker is the exact opposite of the ‘white wolf’ moniker and this perfectly highlights the irreconcilable differences between book Jon and show Jon

[shatter-song]

[teddybeartoji]

i love love love when suguru is some lovesick sweetheart buuut... the temptation to make him into a piece of shit is soo strong lmao IT'S JUST SO FUNNNN OKAY he can be so awful<33333333333

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

monster high (live action) + text posts (pt 2)

(1 3 4 5)

[patolemus]

Stiles sits in the front row at the funeral.

He’s next to Mellisa, who hasn’t been able to stop crying since she got the news. Stiles’ dad had organized the whole thing, talking with the funerary home and picking up the coffin and the arrangements. He’d only asked Melissa what she wanted on the headstone.

Raphael had showed up the day after. For the first time in his life, he’d looked a mess, hair everywhere and clothes wrinkled as he stormed into the house asking what had happened to his son, tears already gathering in his eyes before he even got a look at Melissa’s face. Stiles hadn’t made fun of him. Stiles hadn’t said anything at all. Raphael sits on Melissa’s other side now, and she grips his hand tight enough it turns white. He hasn’t been back for five years.

God, Scott hadn’t seen his had for five years, and now he’s dead. Scott’s dead.

Stiles thinks it still hasn’t sunk in. He’s in the middle of his best friend’s funeral - it’s closed casket because his body was so mangled up that the EMPs could barely recognize him. Stiles had heard his dad on the phone with one of his deputies talking about it, before he’d realized just whose body they were talking about - and it still hasn’t clicked that Scott won’t be coming out of his casket, that this isn’t some kind of sick practical joke for getting him out of bed the night before school started.

Stiles is not crying. He hasn’t cried once since hearing the news. His dad is crying, sitting on his other side. Scott’s like a second son to him.

Was. Scott was like a second son to him. Was because he’s gone now. Because he’s dead.

Scott’s dead.

His best friend since preschool is dead. His brother is dead. The kindest, most caring person in the world is dead. Stiles goaded him into going to the preserve to look for half a dead body - and God, he’s such an asshole. A dead body? What was he even thinking? - and now Scott doesn’t even get to show his face at his own funeral because whatever killed him barely left any of him to bury.

If only he’d stayed. If only he’d told his dad Scott was with him that night instead of leaving him there. But no, Stiles hadn’t wanted Scott to get grounded because he dragged him out of bed, so he’d kept quiet. Even when he’d seen the pair of red eyes and that— that thing in the corner of his eye. Stiles hadn’t said anything. He thought they’d laugh about it at lunch the next day.

Now Scott’s dead.

Scott is dead.

And Stiles knows exactly what did it.

(He’s going to fucking kill it.)

[urstoryteller]

lays on my f/os like theyre doggy beds

[thegreatyin]

good job scoundrel! you've successfully ruined yourself!! again!!!

at this point, it's one of their best talents.

[moss-ridden-owl-creature]

*Violent angry screaming* I’m pissed tf off I wanna go back to the pizzeria. Don’t care which one I just like- I need to. Whether to bother Evan or eternally torment William (that’d be helpful hehe) I just NEED to. A la creachur in me (the really intense Cassidy shift) is gonna start fuckin shaking and I need to do something about it. - Cass

(Can you tell I’m having issues rn-)

[angstloving]

Jeff Davis is dumb as hell like why the fuck would you create all this chemistry scenes between characters cough* thiam* cough and just lets it go to waste???? like HUH??

[c-e-victor]

i’m a fucking idiot i just made the connection between lykos and the howlers. it only took three books