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Anonymous → I still love sterek but teen wolf is just so bad i can't watch it anymore. honestly, i only started watching it in the first place because of sterek.

youneedmetosurvive:

literally 100% same

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jacksonwhlttemore:

tech savvy teen wolves // sterek pt 2 // requested by anonymous
(inspired by)

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blamethewolf:

I was bored (not all hints are canon, open in new tab for full size)

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shattystrashstache:

real friendship is sending them a link to something terrible so you can both be traumatized at the same time

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@RobThomas: “Veronica, Logan, Keith were the backbone of the show.” 

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gemsicle:


"Stiles, you’re too tall for this, I can’t—"
"MUSH, PUPPY, MUSH!"
"Stiles."

yay finally some TW stuff

gemsicle:

"Stiles, you’re too tall for this, I can’t—"

"MUSH, PUPPY, MUSH!"

"Stiles."

yay finally some TW stuff

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destielfricklefrackle:

have you ever had to restart a song because you spaced out and weren’t appreciating it enough

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far-stranger-poetry → 38 & 47? like first 38, and then 47. ily

coffeeinallcaps:

38. cop/person getting a speeding ticket au and 47.  meeting at a festival au + blamethewolf: 33. celebrity/fan au

When he spots the red and blue lights flashing in his rear-view mirror, Stiles automatically assumes it’s Parrish or his dad pulling him over to welcome him back to town. What this means is that he can’t really be blamed for going, “Yo, what’s— oh. Oh wow, hi. Hi there,” when he rolls down his window and is met with an unexpected sight.

The cop (broad shoulders, mouth-watering five o’clock shadow, a jawline Stiles is aching to trace with his fingertips; he’s hot, burning hot, even hotter than Parrish, Stiles should really send a bunch of flowers down to the BHPD’s Human Resources department sometime) gives him an unimpressed one-over. “License and registration, please,” he says flatly, tucking his aviator glasses into the collar of his uniform shirt. He’s got good hands, nice thick fingers, and Stiles can’t – he can’t – be blamed for getting distracted when he spots a dark curl of chest hair—

“Sir,” the cop says.

“Yeah, yeah,” Stiles says. “License and registration. Right. I got ’em. I’m sorry, Officer…”

“Hale,” the cop says as he accepts the documents. “Thank you.”

“Officer Hale,” Stiles murmurs, surreptitiously glancing at the cop’s chest. Damn, he fills out that uniform well. Better than Parrish, even. “Was I speeding?”

“Is that a rhetorical question?” Hale deadpans.

Fair enough. “So, uh,” Stiles says. “Do you come here more often?”

Hale looks at him.

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