bella-deserved-better:

1m4l0st8oy:

yawntyy:

trashtv0:

obiwhinekenobi:

mechalesbian:

calling ur dad “my father” is just the socially acceptable way of saying “my dads a bastard and i hate him”

Same goes for ‘My mother’

If you meet someone and they call their parents ‘father’ and ‘mother’ they either were raised in an Amish community or have absolute bastard parents

This or just call them by their first name

Calling parents by their first name either means you killed them and got away with it or are planning to

@llamaavocado

Bella with Renee

thinminthale:

Stiles wipes at the blood on his hands but it only smears, leaving his fingers tinted when he reaches out to lay his hand on the bare muscly, hunched shoulder.

“Eat, my love,” he says, stroking over the cold skin and watching with satisfaction when the werewolf obeys, tearing at the flesh with ever extended fangs. He watches as the blood covers the strong jaw, which doesn’t hesitate to break through bone.

It’s a fascinating process, watching the body disappear in entirety, not an ounce wasted, and watching the werewolf’s movements grow smoother, watching the way his skin goes from ashy gray streaked with blackened veins, like cracks where it’s about to peal off, to something almost alive. The beast rises then to full height, still licking his lips after the meal and his eerie yellow eyes focus on Stiles for the first time that day, recognizing him again – finally – and returning the smile.

The butterflies flutter through Stiles’ stomach just like the first time he laid eyes on him and every moment he spent with him after, at every soft touch and hand squeeze and loving kiss. Killing people is never easy. Luring them in under false pretense, mastering the art of lying, listening to their desperate pleas and seeing the horror and utter helplessness in their eyes seconds before he plunges a knives into their hearts… But after that it is simple. With no body there is no crime. All there is isa sturdy embrace, the quiet possessive growl and at least another week not spent alone.

It’s all worth it.

Stiles can’t be sure this is real. Necromancy is not a widely spread practice. He has limited resources. But it’s the right face, the right mannerisms, the right self sacrificing, deep, primal love

Mates are for life, Derek had said but he had been wrong. Mates are forever.

gfdisterek:

ladydrace:

pale-silver-comb:

I will never tire of the image of Stiles tripping over nothing the first time he and Derek are about to have sex, making grabby hands from the floor while Derek stares back in horror because, fuck, he’s so in love with this boy, and yes, he’s still going to have sex with him even though he’s making the most ridiculous pouty face Derek’s ever seen.

Yes, fuck, this is my fave. Derek’s constant wonder and vague distress over how different and strange Stiles is (DEREK is supposed to be the creature outside of nature’s laws here, seriously, how does Stiles even function?!) and how much Derek fucking loves him anyway, never quite sure if it’s BECAUSE or DESPITE everything he is and does.

And the way Stiles literally just rolls with it. Yes, sometimes he can salvage it and remain standing but sometimes it’s just: “okay, I live on the floor now. C’mere, big guy, I wanna kiss you.”