One stop-shop for werewolves on the go who are tired of eating that rabbit raw. Sometimes I write, mostly I pine over the beauty that is Tyler Hoechlin. Feel free to shoot me a prompt ~





 

pvnk-is-dad:

I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I’m shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection.

(Source: evolved-emo)

halffizzbin:

halffizzbin:

Heeeeey so did you guys know that if you lose your keys and your apartment locks with a deadbolt an unreasonably-cute policeman comes and hangs out with you in your dark sketchy hallway while the fire department breaks in through your window?

# OR YOU KNOW YOU CALL A LOCKSMITH LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE?

uhhhhh wow do you even know how much it costs to have a locksmith come out at eight pm and mess with your deadbolt because I actually do and I’m never paying for that again thanks

Plus locksmiths tend to not be as cute.  Just saying.

helenish:

fuckyeahwolves:

Mirror Wolf by Arran Gregory

THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A WOLF SCOTT what, what, uh, I mean, look, it was just some stuff I did in New York, it didn’t mean anything, okay, look, like it’s a wolf but you see your infinite sadness refracted back at you, the shattered reflections of all the selves you could have been, the bite is a gift.

(Source: pandamandium)

statisticallymorelikely:

motivational sheepgoat stickers are up on redbubble because some people asked for them

but since these are made to motivate/cheer up, if you can’t shell out money for these, it’s fine if you want to print them out for personal use

stiles lydia scott derek kira parrish all

Good news bad news best news

sparkafterdark:

The good news:

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 I found my favorite old jacket while sorting through my old stuff

The bad news:imageThe last time I wore it I was nine years old

The best news:

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I am the anime now

deleted-scenes:

I’m going to write this drabble because I’m stuck on this ficlet that I started because I’m stuck on this oneshot that I started because I’m stuck on this longfic.

howlnatural:

On this date, 27 years ago, the perfect confluence of events happened. A rainbow formed abruptly out of a dull, September sky. A group of corgi puppies yipped in unison, as if heralding the arrival of one of their own. Two penguins pledged their lives to each other. Manatees were spotted waltzing in open water. The hole in the ozone later shrank a little. The ocean offered a portion of its wide spectrum of ethereal colours in joyful sacrifice. A shooting star tracked across the heavens, as if chasing the path of the sun.

Stocks in tube socks tripled; they had a feeling things were going to be looking up again, somehow.

La Bamba topped the Billboard 100.

And Tyler Lee Hoechlin was born, coming into the world amid a stream of stardust and angelic chorus, smiling.

Probably.

Happy Birthday, you beautiful, humble, ridiculous dork of a man.