I wanna hit 800 followers by valentines day
Im gonna tag my interests
Follow me if you dig my blog 💕
I almost always follow back
I love making new friends and i love telling my story
A few things about me:
Im pop punk trash, i have hella tattoos, stretched lobes, i believe in aliens, i fucking love watching youtube, im an aspiring twitch streamer (60 followers in a week lmaooo im shit)
I smoke weed, medicinally
I have a betta fish named blooregard q kazoo and a snail named gary
I have ptsd and depression so i tend to be emo af but im always here for anyone to talk to
My blog is SOMETIMES nsfw but nothing like porn gifs (i have a porn blog for that)
I post personal things and anything from memes to weird art to aliens
Yo if you follow me ill check out your blog and possibly follow back
Im thirsty af for new friends and cute girls to follow
Thanks for reading 💕💕
And if any of my followers reblog ill love you bc youre the real mvp
Stiles made his way to the bedroom to see what Derek was
“Explain,” Derek said, holding up a dog-shaped baseball
“Obviously,” Derek rolled his eyes. “Except dogs don’t wear
clothes and we don’t have a dog so why is this on our bed?”
“Uh because I-“
“Spit it out Stiles.”
“It’s for you?” Stiles said, nervously rubbing his hand over
the back of his neck.
Stiles swore he heard Derek growl a little when his eyes
“Stiles,” he said through his fangs.
“Okay so listen. I know you’re not a dog and you hate dog
jokes and yes I know you’re a wolf but this jersey is for big dogs and it would
totally fit you perfectly if you were in your wolf form and I thought it would
be cute and now I can see your claws are still out and oh god please don’t kill
me I love you,” Stiles said as he let out a big breath.
Much to his surprise, Derek put the teeth and the claws
“Fine. But I swear to God if you take pictures and share
them I’ll shred the jersey up,” Derek huffed.
Stiles watched as his boyfriend took off his clothes, not
having time to appreciate the view in front of him before Derek shifted into
his full wolf.
Stiles picked the jersey up off the bed, waiting for Derek
to approach him.
“I love you so much for this Derek honestly. You have no
idea how much I appreciate this.”
Stiles knelt down, wrapping the jersey around Derek and
buttoning it around his stomach. He stood back up, admiring his work.
“Oh Der, you look so cute hold on okay?”
Stiles fumbled around on the bed, trying to find his phone.
“Ha got it! Okay please don’t kill me for this,” Stiles said
before bringing the phone up to take a few pictures of Derek.
Before he knew it, Derek had shifted back and he was chasing
him around the house.
“I promise I won’t post the pictures anywhere,” Stiles
laughed as he jumped over the couch.
He was a little upset about the torn jersey but who cares. He
totally had photographic evidence of this and he planned on keeping it forever.
so cause all my irl friends were inconsiderate jerks about my mental illness and stuff I no longer have any friends at all so I would very much appreciate if anybody who likes similar things as me would want to strike up a conversation because I would love to meet some nice people!!!
To be fair, I was pacing myself rather well (for once) when it became rather obvious I was being followed. I even sent Qrow a text of the man’s description (huzzah for paranoia). I ended up sprinting two blocks home when I had planned a cooldown. Needless to say, I’m safe, but my legs will most certainly protest tomorrow.