wasn’t expecting this
but arent you glad it hapened
its ears ITS EARS ITS EARS ITS EARS
oh my god
oh my god
MY BOOK IS LOCKED IN A CLASSROOMN
I TOLD THIS REALLY NICE KID WHO NEVER CAUSES TROUBLE AND HEREACHED INTO HIS BACKPACK AND PULLED OUT A KEYCHAIN WITH KEYS TO THE CLASSROOM AND UNLOCKED IT FOR ME??
update i asked him why he had those keys and he said “its not important” im so lost
He’ll be vital to your quest later, don’t forget about him.
dont try anything funny
(Awesome art is insipirational which is my only excuse for this. But for the record, I have no idea what the fuck just happened other than 5000+ words of I don’t know what. Also, trigger warnings for excessive violence, torture, emetophobia, and use of a roofie for non-sexual purposes. General warning for first fic in a fandom, lack of beta, and pre-slash. Yay?)
The first time Stiles made the torturous, inexorable slide back into consciousness, he didn’t have what one might consider a normal response. The fear, though present, was muddled and faraway. Pain lingered in the corners of Stiles’ body, waving at him but keeping its distance. There was anger and frustration and helplessness threatening to churn up his stomach until he’d be forced to puke or cry, but none of it had made a move just yet.
He gave himself about sixty seconds of calm. This happened sometimes these days. All of the average, normal responses to being kidnapped or facing down werewolves had been beaten out of him. If they’d ever really been there in the first place.
Stiles secretly had his doubts.
Eventually there’d be panic and freaking out. Terror would seize him tight and refuse to let go even if - when- he was safe again. But in that first moment all he could think was there goes my new record.
AND NOW THERE’S FIC FOR IT. :D
Introducing John Hurt…
VOTE.EVERY.DAY. (this week)
The many identities of Stanley Tucci.
#if morgan freeman is god #then stanley tucci is jesus
Never have I seen a more accurate tag.
He’s creepy as shit in The Lovely Bones
LOVE this man<333
lol that tag is perfect.
I WISH I COULD EXPRESS TO YOU HOW HARD I AM LAUGHING AT THIS AND I CAN’T STOP OH GOD HELP MEEEEEE LSDKFJLDSKJFLKDSJFAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAAHAHAHADYYYYING/GROSSSOBBING/LAUGHING/SNORTING
i imagined him finding a box of homeless kittens and taking them to the winchesters because the sign said so and he couldnt take them to heaven.
/and because they were meowing/
I didnt know what to draw for Kriszti’s birthday…so i drew her diabetes.HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISZTI THANK YOU FOR BEING BORN
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