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I belive in happy endings

ductapemyyheart:

SOLO MOTHERFUCKER.

sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger

smalldoll:

taxiderby:

rubberninja:

My wife Holly built a full body costume of Blathers, then went around Comic-Con giving fossils to people (includes some familiar faces).  I filmed the entire thing and it was adorable.  Holly’s been working really hard on her YouTube channel and it makes me super proud to be seeing her do so!  Share this one around guys :)

please watch this

OH NO THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

thegreatkhaleesi:

we used to be glee blogs

asiagettheyayo:

baiovevo:

FIVE YEARS HE WAITED FIVE YEARS

diamond-dcgs:

*dr who theme*

tastefullyoffensive:

Anatomy of Songs [wronghands]

stopdreamingstarttrolling:

he just can’t let it go

moosey-fallen-angel:

depraved-o:

tennants-hair:

momokarrt:

anon1123581321:

lillianorchid:

zarialarue:

was watching an interview and my screen froze!

Kind of looks like Mark is defending Misha’s honour against some thug. XD



fandom stop.

fandom please never stop.

Sorry but all I can see is:


*pats a shoulder and stares into your eyes like dean*
"never change, supernatural fandom."

moosey-fallen-angel:

depraved-o:

tennants-hair:

momokarrt:

anon1123581321:

lillianorchid:

zarialarue:

was watching an interview and my screen froze!

Kind of looks like Mark is defending Misha’s honour against some thug. XD

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fandom stop.

fandom please never stop.

Sorry but all I can see is:

*pats a shoulder and stares into your eyes like dean*

"never change, supernatural fandom."

beautypeen:

listen, i’m never going to let you use my laptop idk what exactly i have to hide but i’m 200% sure there’s something

awkward-fallen-angel:

accio-superwholock:

totheclotpole:

#TENNANT OUT BITCH

best exit in television history

#Doctor Man Hoe

elbas-world:

aniorro:

Avengers Body Swap

  • Tony with Steve
  • Thor with Natasha
  • Bruce with Clint

YES YES YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

bleep0bleep:

mad-madam-m:

bleep0bleep:

badwolfbadwolff:

I’ve found the name of Peter Hale’s gay werewolf pornography website.

OKAY BUT WHAT ABOUT A WEREWOLF HOOTERS-TYPE RESTAURANT IN A WEREWOLVES ARE KNOWN SOCIETY 
PETER OPENS UP THIS SLEAZY DIVE JOINT FAMOUS FOR ITS GIANT PRETZEL KNOTS HURR HURR HURR 
DEREK IS ONE OF THE LONG SUFFERING WAITERS 


This is totally where Stiles spends his 21st birthday, isn’t it.

Derek hates this job, hates the fact that the summer before he starts his grad program that he’s so strapped for cash he’s willing to stoop to Peter’s level and cater to the the werewolf-fetishizing crowd. It’s demeaning and awful and if Derek never has to look at a giant pretzel again it’ll be too soon.
Unfortunately he makes amazing tips. 
Derek just has to stick it out for three more weeks. 
Tonight the crowd is pretty rowdy, and Derek sighs, tugging on the tight black bootyshorts that is his uniform, adjusts the white “shirt” links and straightens his bow tie. His chest is still stinging from yesterday’s wax job, and Derek can’t wait for the summer to be over and he can start growing out his chest hair again. 
There’s a group heartily drunk over getting seated in his section already, having started off at the bar while they were waiting for a table. They all cheer and hoot when Derek approaches them, and there’s a guy wearing the silly paper crown that says “HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY” sitting with his back to Derek.
"How are you all doing tonight?" Derek asks. 
"Celebrating!" The floppy-haired one with the uneven jawline in the corner says, waving his hands in the air. "It’s Stiles’ birthday! You guys do, like a special thing for birthday guests right?" 
The pretty brunette girl next to him punches him in the shoulder and laughs. “Shut up, Scott, you know the birthday lap dance thing is just a rumor, it’s not a real thing.” 
Derek bites his lip and forces himself to laugh. “What can I get for you guys today?” 
They’re a happy group, and Derek takes down their drinks and orders of the garlic and pizza knot pretzels. He gets to the birthday boy last, who turns around to face Derek with a grin as his eyes trail up Derek’s bare torso.
Oh.
He’s really cute. 
"So how wet is the glazed knot?" he—Stiles, the other guy said— asks, licking his lips. "I mean, I want the full knot experience but I don’t want it too wet, but you know, just enough. I mean, will I be really full if I order it all for myself?" 
"Have you had a knot before?" Derek asks, throat a little dry.
"Nope," Stiles says, popping the p with his lips. "I’m kind of excited about it. Think I can take the whole thing?"
"Ye—yeah," Derek says.
"I was a little worried, but I feel a lot better about it now," Stiles says, and there’s a wink. "As long as you’re the one giving it to me."  

bleep0bleep:

mad-madam-m:

bleep0bleep:

badwolfbadwolff:

I’ve found the name of Peter Hale’s gay werewolf pornography website.

OKAY BUT WHAT ABOUT A WEREWOLF HOOTERS-TYPE RESTAURANT IN A WEREWOLVES ARE KNOWN SOCIETY 

PETER OPENS UP THIS SLEAZY DIVE JOINT FAMOUS FOR ITS GIANT PRETZEL KNOTS HURR HURR HURR 

DEREK IS ONE OF THE LONG SUFFERING WAITERS 

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This is totally where Stiles spends his 21st birthday, isn’t it.

Derek hates this job, hates the fact that the summer before he starts his grad program that he’s so strapped for cash he’s willing to stoop to Peter’s level and cater to the the werewolf-fetishizing crowd. It’s demeaning and awful and if Derek never has to look at a giant pretzel again it’ll be too soon.

Unfortunately he makes amazing tips. 

Derek just has to stick it out for three more weeks. 

Tonight the crowd is pretty rowdy, and Derek sighs, tugging on the tight black bootyshorts that is his uniform, adjusts the white “shirt” links and straightens his bow tie. His chest is still stinging from yesterday’s wax job, and Derek can’t wait for the summer to be over and he can start growing out his chest hair again. 

There’s a group heartily drunk over getting seated in his section already, having started off at the bar while they were waiting for a table. They all cheer and hoot when Derek approaches them, and there’s a guy wearing the silly paper crown that says “HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY” sitting with his back to Derek.

"How are you all doing tonight?" Derek asks. 

"Celebrating!" The floppy-haired one with the uneven jawline in the corner says, waving his hands in the air. "It’s Stiles’ birthday! You guys do, like a special thing for birthday guests right?" 

The pretty brunette girl next to him punches him in the shoulder and laughs. “Shut up, Scott, you know the birthday lap dance thing is just a rumor, it’s not a real thing.” 

Derek bites his lip and forces himself to laugh. “What can I get for you guys today?” 

They’re a happy group, and Derek takes down their drinks and orders of the garlic and pizza knot pretzels. He gets to the birthday boy last, who turns around to face Derek with a grin as his eyes trail up Derek’s bare torso.

Oh.

He’s really cute. 

"So how wet is the glazed knot?" he—Stiles, the other guy said— asks, licking his lips. "I mean, I want the full knot experience but I don’t want it too wet, but you know, just enough. I mean, will I be really full if I order it all for myself?" 

"Have you had a knot before?" Derek asks, throat a little dry.

"Nope," Stiles says, popping the p with his lips. "I’m kind of excited about it. Think I can take the whole thing?"

"Ye—yeah," Derek says.

"I was a little worried, but I feel a lot better about it now," Stiles says, and there’s a wink. "As long as you’re the one giving it to me."