Lo. I’m gonna die. BYE.
Liz Climo on Tumblr.
this really cheered me up
when you see a rude hate post in your OTP’s tag
stop taking bucky’s metal arm away
stop taking charles’ wheelchair away
stop taking clint’s hearing aids away
disabled superheroes are important stop sucking please
I read this wrong and I was just picturing them all confused as to who keeps taking their stuff.
"Steve have you seen my arm anywhere?"
"Nope, sorry Bucky. By the way, have you seen Clint’s hearing aids? He hasn’t been able to hear a damn thing all day"
It’s probably rocket
At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.
So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.
She refused to fix my grade.
In the end, she shit herself on stage.
I didn’t regret it.
"Oh, no," Stiles says, bent double and nearly breathless with laughter. "No, no, no."
"You asked for this," Derek reminds him, awkwardly shuffling to the beat of ‘1999’ with his elbows pulled in tight at the waist. He throws in a dorky spin, pointing finger-guns at Stiles on the downbeat, and Stiles can’t breathe.
"I thought you had secret dancing skills," Stiles admits, watching fondly as Derek does a series of dumb disco-adjacent gestures. "I didn’t bring you to this wedding with me so you could shame me and all of your ancestors on the dance floor."
"Watch this," Derek says, and is about to ineptly moonwalk right over the hem of Allison’s wedding dress until Stiles yanks him back into place by his suspenders.
"Oh my god. You’re a tragedy, Hale. All that body and no clue what to do with it.”
“Hey," Derek protests, eyebrows furrowing.
"I can’t believe your hips would just lie to me like that.”
"By the way, I was already invited to this wedding, asshole,” Derek reminds him. “I’m an usher.”
"And you didn’t fall down!" Stiles pats his cheek condescendingly. "Which I now realize is a beautiful miracle."
"All right, that’s it," Derek says ominously, and stops mid-shuffle to make a beeline for the DJ booth.
Stiles knows he’s in some kind of danger when Prince cuts off abruptly, replaced by a smoky, pulsing tango.
"Did you threaten the DJ," he asks weakly, backing away a little as Derek stalks toward him, "because he’s actually Allison’s cousin and there could be repercussions to—"
"Stop talking," Derek says, and draws Stiles flush against him in one fluid, violent movement.
"Buh," Stiles says, and then feels every inch of his skin start to tingle when Derek starts leading him. With his hips.
"I only like some kinds of dancing,” Derek says, disgustingly smug. “No. Don’t. Chin up, look at me. That’s it. Dip,” he warns, casually draping Stiles over his arm.
I deserve this, Stiles thinks, staring mournfully backwards at the floor while the heat of Derek’s palm burns through his cummerbund.
Derek pulls him back up, slots their cheeks together, and takes a gliding step, encouraging Stiles’ along with a confident press of his thigh. “I requested a rumba after this,” he says in Stiles’ ear.
“Fine,” Stiles groans, heart racing. “But after, we’re doing the motherfucking Macarena.”
still one of the best things ive ever seen.
slaughter melon reporting for duty.
BROCONUTm a n g ERI NE
too good to not reblog
How can I not reblog slaughtermelon?
isn’t bombegranite cucumber an actor
I knew that was coming
Bisexual Frustration: Everyone is Hot and I’m Really Bad at Handling It - my autobiography
Into the Woods, 2014 (x)
FUCK I AM EXCITED
Dylan O’Brien spotted at the LAX Airport on August 27, 2014 in Los Angeles.
I just need, like, a million fics featuring Stiles trying really hard to be bros with Boyd, and Boyd just sort of blandly tolerating him.
#everytime Boyd says they’re not friends #he’s like #SOON
THIS IS THE WHOLE PLOT TO MEAN GIRLS AND I DIDNT G ET IT UNTIL NOW. THANK YOU RACHAEL
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