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I distract myself with words To help keep me silent Put my pen to the page As my act of defiance Say all words I wanna say to you To the paper instead Hiding the tears On the paper To paint the smile Your smile So you’ll like me So I can like me to • • • • #poetry #poetrybyme #poetrytime #poetryspeaks

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Sometimes my heart aches With the memories But like worn leather All that’s left of the past Is marks and scars And my skin is covered But I can’t hide behind the Beauty of vintage • • •(just something I did) • • #poetry #poetrybyme #poetrytime

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I miss scott and lydia and stiles and allison and kira and malia and derek and isaac and mama mccall and sheriff stilinski and mr. argent and coach and erica and boyd and danny and braeden and cora and aiden and ethan and meredith and even the 2.0s and

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Grinchwolf

Author: sumcp

Title: Grinchwolf

Characters: Derek Hale x Reader

Word Count: 3326

Warnings: scroogyness, fluff, mentions of family death, swearing and did I say fluff? Because FLUFF

IT’S DECEMBER 1st, TIS THE SEASON! In honor of the first day in December, I have prepared for you a Christmas Miracle (and by miracle I mean a fic that doesn’t make you wanna cry yourself to sleep with heartbreak)

PS. pretty sure this is the fluffiest shit I have ever written

P.PS. Yes I had to include the classic Christmas song, bite me. Have yourself a merry little christmas by Frank Sinatra in bold italics

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Let your heart be light

From now on our troubles

Will be out of sight

Frank Sinatra echoed through the loft as you finished placing the final ornament on the tree, the most important one. You laughed when you saw it at a kiosk in the mall, and you couldn’t stop yourself from buying it even at Derek’s protest. He might hate Christmas, but it was your absolute favorite, and you were determined to bring him around. You smiled as you stared at the ornament, a bunch of cute huskies with Santa hats all on top of one another. You personalized it to reflect the pack, each husky getting their own name. Derek didn’t find it as amusing, muttering about huskies not being the same as wolves, but you loved it, almost as much as you loved Derek. Your name along with 8 others were written in a delicate font. Derek, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Isaac, Allison, Boyd, and Erica. Pack. Family. The way it should be.

Derek left you alone in the loft today after the boys brought in the christmas tree, and Allison and Lydia had to go to the library to study. You stood on the ladder gazing at the tree, the huge, enormous, giant of a tree. Let’s be honest, the Christmas tree was ridiculous, but you fell in love with it in the forest and begged for it. It took at least an hour, a hissy fit, a puppy dog pout, and 20 minutes of the silent treatment for Derek to give in.

“You’re seriously ignoring me over some damn tree Y/N? Really?” You acted as if you didn’t hear him, continuing to hang lights around the front window of the loft. As much to Derek’s displeasure you and the pack decided to decorate the loft. All the boys were wearing Santa hats, even Boyd, who everyone was surprised agreed when you asked him to wear it.

“Lydia does that sound like Scrooge to you? I could of swore I heard his voice.” You asked sarcastically to the strawberry blonde, who coughed to cover up her laugh. She was looking to you and her alpha, unsure of who’s side to be on.

“You’re a child Y/N.” He let out a murderous growl, but you payed him no mind as you reached for the strand of lights Isaac had just untangled. You had been with Derek for almost a year, and this was the first Christmas you were getting to spend together, and you were slightly upset at how much he didn’t care to want to spend one of the most romantic holidays with you. He made his position on Christmas very clear, and so did you. You both reached a compromise, which meant you won the argument and got to decorate.

You heard Derek let out a deep sigh, and despite being human, you knew he was angry with you. You didn’t want to have to push his buttons but sometimes it was the only way to make him see what an ass he was being. It was Christmas for god’s sake, he should be in the spirit damnit. You didn’t notice him grabbing his jacket off the couch and putting it on until you heard his voice over the christmas music.

“Alright guys come on.” He grumbled as he put on his gloves, and you turned to him with a frown.

“Where do you think yall are going?” You asked, hands on your hips as you stared down your boyfriend.

“Where do you think Y/N.” He sighed again as he stomped to the loft door. He slid it open and the boys filed out one by one but you didn’t take your eyes off Derek. You tried to stop the corner of your lip from tugging up, but you couldn’t. Derek gave you one more hard glare, before turning around to leave. You did however, catch him mumble something along the lines of ‘stupid fucking tree, lucky I love you’ which made your smirk become more prominent. He slid the loft door shut with a bang and you, Lydia, and Allison burst out laughing. You couldn’t hide the smile on your face or the warmth in your heart as you thought about Derek.

“It’s honestly mind blowing watching you and Derek, he is such a grump and then here you are all happy, cheerful, and warm. You literally turn him into a teddy bear Y/N, and I don’t know how you do it.” Allison laughed, and Lydia hummed in agreement.

“I need to know your secret Y/N, I need to know how to get a guy wrapped around your finger like that, because damn. You have him trained well.” Lydia and Allison laughed again then excused themselves to go get some leftover pizza, leaving you alone in the living room. Your once playful mood was clouded by guilt over what Lydia said.You didn’t want to have him wrapped around your finger, or resenting you for pushing this whole ‘Christmas’ thing on him. Your moment of quiet reflection was short lived as the girls came back into the room, giggling about something Scott told Allison. You smiled at the young girls, but you couldn’t seem to rid yourself of this newfound guilt.

You were brought out of your thoughts by the wobbling of a ladder, but you thankfully regained your balance. You took a moment to look at your finished product with amusement. The tree truly belonged in a forest, not dominating yours and Derek’s small living room the way it did, but you didn’t care. You started making your way down the ladder when the loft’s door slid open, and a scowling Derek came in.

“Y/N what the hell are you doing?!” He rushed over to you, frantically standing behind you to catch you so you didn’t fall to your death. Okay, maybe that was dramatic. The ladder wasn’t that high, but you definitely would break something if you fell.

“D I’m fine, I face supernatural creatures on a daily bases.. I don’t think I’m gonna be bested by a fucking tr–” You laughed at his concern, but as soon as those words left your lips your foot slipped on the ladder sending you tumbling the last 6 feet into Derek’s arms. You let out a tiny yelp as you fell, your other ankle getting caught up in the step, twisting it at an odd angle. “Son of a bitch!” You hissed in Derek’s arms, reaching for your ankle.

“You were saying?” Derek raised his eyebrows in amusement and you shoved against his chest so he would put you down.

“I didn’t need your help grinchwolf.” You sassed as he placed you on your feet. Derek furrowed his brow at the nickname, and you winced when you put pressure on your right ankle. You started to walk, more like hobble, to the couch when Derek let out a frustrated sigh.

“Baby you’re hurt.. Let me help you.” Derek came to your side but you swatted his hands away.

“I don’t always need your help Derek. You don’t have to fawn over me 24/7.” You snapped but he didn’t stop trying to help you. You tried to shrug out of his hands on your waist but it was no use. Damn his muscles. Alpha werewolf’s tend to be strong, and apparently impatient too as Derek let out a sigh and swooped you in his arms.

“Where did that come from?” He whispered, and you just stayed silent in his arms. You knew he could smell the guilt coming from you, but you couldn’t stop it. He would be so much better off with a wolf than a stupid, accident prone, cry baby, your subconscious taunted you and you felt the tears burning in your eyes. You weren’t sure if it was the pain from your ankle or the worry about being a burden to Derek that brought them out. He sat you on the couch carefully, grabbing a pillow to prop your now swollen ankle on. He placed the pillow on the coffee table, then gently raised your leg as if you were made of glass so your ankle could rest on it. You watched his tenderness and it just made you feel worse. If you were a wolf he wouldn’t have to take care of you like some child. “Baby what– wait are you crying? Why are you crying?”  His thumb brushed away a few tears, his rough hands holding your face so you had no choice but to look into his beautiful green eyes.

“It’s nothing Derek, I’m fine okay. I’m sorry I fell– I should of been wa–” You started to ramble but you were talking too fast so you kept stumbling over your words.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s fine. As long as you’re okay, that’s all I care about.” He shushed you as he brushed a couple more tears away from your eyes. “I’ll be right back. I know what will cheer you up.” Derek got up from his spot on the coffee table before you could stop him, and you watched as he rushed into the kitchen. You heard the fridge open and close then the cabinets. What the hell is he doing. You heard the microwave turning on and you didn’t have another option but to sit on the couch with your bum ankle, waiting for your boyfriend to return.

Five minutes passed by as you stared at the Christmas tree and the tiers of lights shining brightly. A movement out the corner of your eye caught your attention and you watched as your boyfriend came out of the kitchen with two mugs, a can of whip cream, and a shaker full of cinnamon. You were in complete awe as he sat the two steaming cups down on the coffee table, careful to avoid your hurt ankle.

“I remember you saying how your mom always used to make you hot chocolate when you were sad. I had to reach to the very back of the cupboard to find the cinnamon because you are the only weirdo who likes that in hot chocolate.” You smiled at his comment, too wrapped up in his perfectness to argue with him. You watched him swirl the whip cream, overflowing the cup slightly but you weren’t going to complain.  “Cinnamon doesn’t expire right?” He asked but he didn’t give you the chance to answer before he was sprinkling it on top of the whip cream.

You couldn’t believe he remembered that your mom used to make hot chocolate when you were a kid. Thinking back now, you hadn’t had a cup since she passed away a few years ago. The tears found their way back to your eyes as you watched the alpha in front of you. He turned to you, his left hand extending you your cup of hot chocolate but you couldn’t bring yourself to take it. He is entirely too good for me.

“Why are you with me?” You asked quietly, but you knew he wouldn’t have a problem hearing you. He sat the cup down rather roughly, before looking back to you with an angry expression.

“How can you ask me that Y/N? I’m with you because I love you.. What has gotten into you since I left earlier? Where is all this coming from?” He practically growled at you, and if it was under any other circumstance you would have laughed at his attempt to scare you. This time, however, you felt his gaze like a 1000 pound weight on your shoulders. You didn’t trust yourself to answer so you turned your head toward the lights as you ignored his stare. “Y/N.” This time an actual growl left his lips, and you turned toward him slightly. “Tell me what’s going on. Now.” You couldn’t hold it in anymore, every word leaving your lips before you could think twice.

“It all started with the stupid ornament, the one I had to have.. Then the fight about the Christmas decorations because I am a selfish brat and didn’t listen when you said you hated Christmas. Then I had to have that big motherfucker.” You gestured to the enormous tree, “which you went all the way out in the forest to get because you are the best boyfriend in the world. And then Lydia was joking about how I have you trained well like you were some dog, and I realized I have been the worst girlfriend–”

“You are not Y/N, your–” Derek tried to cut you off but you couldn’t stop talking.

“ No I am because I kept forcing this whole Christmas shit on you even though you hated it because it was mine and my moms favorite holiday so I just wanted to celebrate this year. Then I think about everything you do for me, you’re always worrying about me because I’m not a wolf, I’m just a pathetic human, and I get hurt. Like me falling off a stupid ladder and getting stuck with a twisted ankle, if I was a wolf you wouldn’t have to worry about me all the time. You deserve someone who is less of a headache and a burden to yo–”

You were cut off as he had slammed his lips to yours and nearly knocked all wind from your lungs. You hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips, a moan coming from your throat granted him access so he delved inside your mouth. It was a sloppy kiss with the strong scent of chocolate being exchanged in the intermingling of your breaths. He pulled back just as quickly, and you couldn’t stop the whine that came from your mouth.

“You are not a burden, you are perfect. I love you Y/N, just the way you are. Stubborn, clumsy… human. I wouldn’t change anything about you. Ever.”  His green eyes pieced into your soul, making your heart warm at his words. “And I’m sorry about acting like a ….grinchwolf. Christmas was my mom’s favorite holiday too.. So every since she died I haven’t really felt like celebrating. It felt wrong to do it without her.” Your heart broke at his revelation and you understood completely. Everyone grieved in their own way. You went overboard on Christmas to make up for not having your mom here, while Derek pushed the holiday away not wanting to celebrate without her.

“D.. I’m so sorry. I should have known.. I’ll take down the lights and the tree–”

“You will not.” He growled at you, but there wasn’t any heat behind it. “Do you know how hard it was to get that motherfucker up the stairs?” You laughed lightly, giving him a small smirk. “And besides.. I shouldn’t keep hiding from this holiday just because she’s gone. I want to celebrate this holiday with you. The obnoxious christmas music, the cheesy movies, even your nasty cinnamon hot choc–”

“It’s not nasty, it’s delicious and you have no taste.” You sassed at him, and he flashed his red eyes at you playfully.

“The point is.. I want it all with you Y/N. Every bit of it because I love you.” You felt the tears burning at your eyes again but for a totally different reason. Derek made a move to the floor, and you watched with wide eyes as he dug in his pocket. Your breath hitched in your throat, your mind racing. He isn’t about to do what I think he is, is he?! You saw the twinkling of the diamond as it peeked out of his pocket, and gasped. He withdrew the most elegant diamond ring, the round stone set in an older style that you found breathtaking.

“Y/N Y/L/N..” Oh my god he is. “I’ve been walking around with this ring in my pocket for a couple of weeks now, waiting for the right time but there never is with us so here it goes.. You came into my life almost a year ago, a whirlwind of sarcasm and beauty and I swear I fell in love with you as soon as Scott introduced us. You never treat me like I’m damaged, or a monster because of what I am.. You have stuck by me through every supernatural shit storm in this town, never once complaining. You make the life I live, all of the craziness, worth it. You give me purpose Y/N. I don’t deserve you, that why I’m going to throw in another offer, I’ll let you call me sourwolf without complaining.” You chuckled at that, and he smirked playfully. but then a serious expression came on his face. “I promise to always protect you, and fawn over you because you are truly the most spectacular woman in this world, I want to spend every holiday with you, I want a huge wedding, and I don’t want us to say ‘until death do us part,’ because if I had a thousand lifetimes I’d want them all to be with you… Will you marry me?“

Your jaw was on the floor as you listened to his declaration of love. You didn’t care about your ankle any longer as you moved your leg to the floor so you could throw yourself at Derek. You kissed him, and he wrapped his arms around you instantly. You were completely unprepared. You would think that after all the months you’d spent with him - watching him talk, laugh, frown, and kiss - that you would know all there was to know about his lips. But you hadn’t felt this warmth before, the passion, the complete and utter love.You pulled back, only inches separating you as you both were out of breath. He held the ring up in between you and smiled.

“Is that a yes?”

“Of course Sourwolf. I would love to marry you.” His smile got even wider, but you didn’t miss the eye roll he gave you over his nickname. He slid the ring onto your finger and you flexed your hand, admiring how the stones caught the Christmas lights.

“Do you like it… it was my mom’s.” He asked nervously and you stared at him in awe. “I know she’d want you to have it.. she would have loved you Y/N.”

“I love this ring, it’s perfect. Just like you.” You gave him a soft kiss, happily content with the love flowing through the air. He broke away from the kiss, and helped you sit back on the couch. You watched him fawn over your ankle, making sure to prop it back on the pillow before joining you on the couch. You smiled to yourself, wondering how you came to be so lucky.

“So no more grinchwolf?” You asked playfully which earned you another eye roll. He turned the volume up on the TV and the Christmas music echoed through the loft.

“No more grinchwolf.” He confirmed as he wrapped his arms around you and you cuddled into his side.

“Good I prefer sourwolf anyway, it has a better ring to it.”

“I’m gonna regret giving you permission to call me that aren’t I?” He growled playfully, and you let a sleepy mmhm answer his question. You felt Derek’s lips on your forehead as your eyes became heavy. You were so warm and comfy in his arms that you started to doze off but not before hearing ‘I love you future Mrs. Hale’ and you swore nothing ever sounded so perfect.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Make the Yuletide gay

From now on our troubles

Will be miles away, oh ooh

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was cruisin my tl & this is so fucking important

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THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

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There are oceans inside of you that he has not tasted, for fear that he might drown. Do not hold yourself responsible because he did not know how to swim. Do not dare make yourself small because he could not handle all of your depth and would only go into the shallow end. My dear, love, real love, is supposed to be easy and gentle. You are not supposed to fight for it tooth and claw. You do not need to drain yourself because a man cannot handle your grandeur. The sea bows to no man and you should better take example. You already contain within yourself an entire world, so why do you keep waiting for pieces of his? They would never fit you anyway.

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ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

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Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

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Thank you, Teen Wolf

Melissa McCall taught me that you fall in love more than once and relying on yourself is sometimes the best thing you can do. Chris Argent taught me how to take no shit but still have a heart. Stiles Stilinski taught me how to keep a sense humor even when times are bad. It’s okay not to be okay. People make mistakes. Scott McCall taught me the importance of friendship and forgiveness. Derek Hale taught me to never judge a book by its cover or even reviews. Allison Argent taught me that it’s okay to be afraid but to never let that stop me. Malia Tate taught me that it’s okay to be a little different than everyone. Kira Yukimura taught me that sometimes sacrifices are the hardest but best decisions to make. Sherif Stilinski taught me to trust my mom and just how imporant a relationship with a parent is. Isaac Lahey taught me that I can overcome bullying and abuse with time. Ethan taught me how to be kind. Aiden taught me to stay tough and hold my own. Lydia Martin taught me to never play dumb for anyone. If they can’t handle my intelligence, they aren’t worth my time. Peter Hale taught me to think about the coincequences before hand. Liam Dunbar taught me how to control my anger. Theo Raeken taught me that people really can change, even if it takes them a little longer expected. Coach Finnstock taught me how to laugh even when my heart is breaking. Jackson Whittmore taught me the imporantce of dealing with my problems instead of bottling them up. Danny, Corey, Ethan, and Mason taught me that I can be comfortable with my sexuality.

Teen Wolf taught me to follow my dreams. Teen Wolf made me believe in myself. Teen Wolf showed me self-love and for that, I will be eternally greatful.

Its been a great run. Remember, if you’re going through hell, keep going.

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My favorite part about this kiss is how intense Dylan/Stiles’ face is. He’s kissing her like she’s his lifeline, the air he breathes. He’s so consumed in this moment, in this kiss, in Lydia. You can feel how much he loves her and how much this moment means to him. This is everything Stiles has spent the past 10 years building up to, and the intensity with which he kisses Lydia is like none I’ve ever seen. Lydia holds onto to Stiles, kissing him back just as forcefully, and we get this incredible moment that seems to stop time. I just can’t get over how much you can tell that this is quite possibly the most important day of Stiles’ life just by the expression he makes when kissing Lydia. It’s gentle and intense and heartbreaking all at the same time. You can feel the gentleness he possesses for Lydia, but it’s also this intense fire that burns hot enough to consume them both. It’s so amazing that these two completely opposite things can exist simultaneously in just one expression. Dylan never ceases to amaze me with how much he understands Stiles as a character and his unconditional love for Lydia.

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silent night || kai parker

author: @sincerelystiles pairing: kai x reader word count: 1,689

authors note: i’ve been kai trash since forever and even though i’m starting a kai series, i wanted to start posting some separate one shots too, so here you go! :)

summary: kai surprises y/n after a long and tiring day of work, determined to see his girl. 

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reblog this and you’ll get a lil love note from an actor or fictional character (who is featured on your blog or your tags) in your ask!

i just have a lot of love to give and wanna spread positivity :-)

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The Summer Fling (Chapter 7) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “East Hampton Main Beach”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: It is such a bitch to keep his exact schedule in terms of public appearances straight, but this is supposed to be July 18th and 19th. Cool.

Gif Credit: @dylobrians

Summary: Dylan and Y/n spend the day together before he flies off to the West Coast for ComicCon and American Assassin press.

Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight

Dylan swam towards where you were treading water, as the waves tried to move over you and towards the beach. “Not tall enough to stand?” He smirked, licking his lips and tasting salty seawater.

“Yea, maybe I should just head back in.” You teased with a scowling grin, turning your body towards the shore and preparing to swim away from him.

“Or you could just come here.” Dylan grabbed your wrist and pulled you through the water towards him.

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