Maybe what I really wanted to say was…

                      …I’m sorry.

         I wish I could’ve helped you.

(Source: tullycat)

(Reblogged from sourwolf--whittemore)

Scott and Stiles + in sync

(Source: teamsciles)

(Reblogged from marendezvous)
(Reblogged from deranged-black-kitten)

boneycircus:

gallifrey-feels:

Coming to the unwelcome realization that you are trapped in a Lovecraftian friendship like “You’re my best friend and I think you’re amazing but I’m pretty sure that if you started resurrecting corpses I would just shrug and help out”

Accurate as ever.

(Source: saltwaterandink)

(Reblogged from sarcasticfina)

Lydia ‘I don’t care if you are a 1,000 year old demon or a Berserker I will find a way to help save my friends’ Martin.

(Source: skyesagents)

(Reblogged from so-halerious)

There was a lot of subtle foreshadowing in 3B regarding Allison’s death (the red paint splatter, the reinforcement of the code) but I think this is the most important one. It’s Allison, wandering like a ghost, a shadow, staring at her own cold body. Almost like she’s watching her future self. 

And then there’s Kate. Allison’s darkness essentially warned Allison, and us as the audience, that Kate was coming back. That she would try and hurt Ally’s friends (she tried to kill Isaac in that dream). But it also warned us that Allison would die. Her darkness wasn’t just visions and dreams created to scare her, it was a warning to everyone what would happen at the end of the season.

(Source: gwendxlynstacy)

(Reblogged from marendezvous)
But I have long loved the written word, and come to see in it the power of the sleeping lion. This is my name. This is who I am. This is how I got here. In the absence of an audience, I will write down my story so that it waits like a restful beast with lungs breathing and heart beating.
(Reblogged from wordsnquotes)

cocoslash:

Steter AUStiles keeps seeing painful flashbacks of a man he doesn’t know. He ends up in the Eichen House only to discover that the man from his dreams is real and calling for him. 

(Reblogged from steterthings)
Until this moment, I had not realised that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines
(Reblogged from foreverandendlesslove)

rouvere:

A set of commissions of Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski in scenes from http://archiveofourown.org/series/126885 (contains some mature content) ;-) 

(Reblogged from sexyvanillatiger)
wolfwrecked:


It’s more crevice than cave, but Derek makes them stop anyway. When she tries to argue, he tells her that her heart rate is depressed, sounding pissed off about it, although that could just be how loud he has to talk to be heard. Her limbs are stupid and uncoordinated, so it takes longer than it should to get down and crawl as far as she can inside. The stone hollows out the roar of the hail, like a seashell held up to her ear. Derek hasn’t followed. She scrambles awkwardly around, filled with the sudden, irrational certainty that he’s ditched her, but no; he’s crouched just beyond the overhang, shrugging out of his leather jacket and stripping off the dark blue henley beneath. The hair under his arms is the same startling ink-black as that on his head, and she catches a flash of what looks like a tattoo on his back before he’s only a silhouette, outlined in soft grey light as he climbs inside.

"Hunter’s Bend" on Ao3 (by starbolin | derek & allison | T | 3344 words)+ playlist: Say what it is [download]

wolfwrecked:

It’s more crevice than cave, but Derek makes them stop anyway. When she tries to argue, he tells her that her heart rate is depressed, sounding pissed off about it, although that could just be how loud he has to talk to be heard.

Her limbs are stupid and uncoordinated, so it takes longer than it should to get down and crawl as far as she can inside. The stone hollows out the roar of the hail, like a seashell held up to her ear.

Derek hasn’t followed. She scrambles awkwardly around, filled with the sudden, irrational certainty that he’s ditched her, but no; he’s crouched just beyond the overhang, shrugging out of his leather jacket and stripping off the dark blue henley beneath. The hair under his arms is the same startling ink-black as that on his head, and she catches a flash of what looks like a tattoo on his back before he’s only a silhouette, outlined in soft grey light as he climbs inside.

"Hunter’s Bend" on Ao3 (by starbolin | derek & allison | T | 3344 words)
+ playlist: Say what it is [download]

(Reblogged from knot-all-men)

(Source: ifreakinlovebooks)

(Reblogged from daryldixiepixie)