i just love these idiots


When they ask for healing but youre dead cuz noone protected you from tHE FUCKING WINSTON CHASING YOUR TINY SWISS ASS ALL AROUND THE MAP

You’re an angel dressed in armor
You’re the fair in every fight
You’re my life and my safe harbor
Where the sun sets every night (x)

can we please let them slow dance in their pyjamas or something?
lil’ thingy for @sarawh, love u buddy


i am physically and emotionally crying he revealed his real name and identity to the summoner he trusts them THAT much AND HE VOWS…TO FIGHT FOR THEM…….AND WITH A WIDE SMILE WHILE HES AT IT IM SO…………………..

Mac Watching The Stripper: A Background Event


It’s mid afternoon. The tower of bubbles that Stiles has been constructing on Derek’s knee wobbles precariously as the werewolf shifts, water sluicing dangerously towards the lip of the bathtub. The room smells like lavender and bergamot essential oils, and Derek’s tanned skin is flushed with steam and the heat of the water. It’s barely big enough for the both of them in the tub, but Stiles would rather die than give any of this up– the bubbles, the perfumed air, and the soft smile on Derek’s face as he lays more fully against Stiles’ chest. He noses at the soft hair behind Derek’s ear and sighs happily. Life is good.