let this wolf do his thing

3 Yukigane Headcanons

I’m bored and I was thinking at some possibly headcanons for this lil cinnamon rolls so here I go;

1)Since Yukisada love sweets so much, Shiro started to practice baking , so he can make him happy; ( But actually he make a mess, so Yuki decide to help him with the practice; He’s really happy to see Shiro so motivated.);
2)During the night they sleep embraced; Shiro really love the fluffy hugs of the owl, and Yuki love to cuddle his dear (boy)friend;
3)Even if he doesn’t seem that type of boy, Yuki would like to do some “dirty things” with Shiro; When the wolf is depressed , he desires to make him feel good, to let hia stress slip away by providing his body, make him enjoy the love that the owl feel for him. But at the moment , he keeps this desire only in his head , scared by how the wolf can react at his proposal.

(Btw Sorry for the shitty English ;; )

How the MM characters probably ask for sex


  • gets real nervous
  • sweats a lot
  • tries to say something but stutters and ends up asking for the TV remote instead
  • keeps giving discreet glances at MC
  • ….until MC takes the initiative and drags him into the bedroom


  • gets 3000% flirtier than usual
  • “I ditched rehearsal tonight…”
  • keeps giving MC the ‘wolf’ stare
  • seriously does he even need to ask
  • that dude’s a sex god give him what he wants already


  • literally sets up a trail of scented candles and rose petals leading you to the bedroom
  • is probably waiting for you on the bed
  • in a suggestive position
  • wearing expensive men’s lingerie
  • holding pink handcuffs
  • “Let’s try something new tonight.”

 Jae Baehee

  • Jaehee:“I only have one thing left on my to-do list tonight”
  • MC: “What is it?”
  • Jaehee: “You”


  • 707: “Oi MC you want some HB chips?”
  • MC: “Yeah sure’“
  • 707: *places a single chip on his crotch*
  • *waits with a dumb smile*


  • “So we gonna fuck or what”

Please, let him be soft. 

I know you made him 
     with gunmetal bones
     and wolf’s teeth.
I know you made him to be
     a warrior
     a soldier
     a hero.

But even gunmetal can warp
and even wolf’s teeth can dull
and I do not want to see him break
the way old and worn and overused things do.

I do not want to see him go up in flames
     the way all heroes end up martyrs.

I know that you will tell me 
that the world needs him.
The world needs his heart
     and his faith
     and his courage
     and his strength
     and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his–
The world needs anything he will give them.

Damn the world,
     and damn you too.
Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him,
     damn anyone that ever took anything from him,
           damn anyone that ever prayed to his name.
You know that he will give them everything
     until there is nothing left of him
         but the imprint of dust
              where his feet once trod.
You know that he will bear the world like Atlas
    until his shoulders collapse
         and his knees buckle
              and he is crushed by all he used to carry. 

Dear God, 
you have already made an Atlas.
You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules. 
You have already made a sacrificial lamb of your Son.
You have already made so many heroes,
and you can make another again. 
You can have your pick of heroes. 

So please, I beg you–
he is all that I have, 
and you have so many heroes
and the world has so many more. 
Let him be soft, 
and let him be mine.

—  Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )
107 asoiaf/got inspired starter sentences ;

requested by anon.

  1. “Winter is Coming.”
  2. “A ______ always pays their debts.”
  3. “Family, Duty, Honor.”
  4. “Is he a ham?”
  5. “Is she a ham?”
  6. “The night is dark and full of terrors.”
  7. “I would let his whole tribe fuck you - all forty thousand men - and their horses too if that’s what it took.”
  8. “I know where to put it!”
  9. “Do you know where to put it?”
  10. “Every flight begins with a fall.”
  11. “The wolf dreams are better. I smell things, and sometimes I can taste the blood.”
  12. “Old stories are like old friends. You have to visit them from time to time.”
  13. “He is a sweet boy, quick to laugh, easy to love.”
  14. “She is a sweet girl, quick to laugh, easy to love.”
  15. “The man died well, I’ll give him that.”
  16. “I am always proud of _____.”
  17. “I prayed for it.”
  18. “He was my special boy.”
  19. “She was my special girl.”
  20. “Darkness will make you strong.”
  21. “I want to weep. I want to be comforted. I’m so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that’s all….a day…..an hour.”
  22. “I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings.”
  23. “There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
  24. “I want them all dead. ______ first, then ______ and ______ and ______, every one, every one.”
  25. “You have courage. Not battle courage perhaps but…I don’t know…a kind of woman’s courage.”

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anonymous asked:

Omg please do 26? Pretty please? 😢

“they said ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ so i’m speaking up”

Derek knows it’s Stiles’ wedding day. It’s actually Stiles’ second wedding day, but only if you count the one they had when they were kids.

The one that both Talia and Claudia were still alive for. They were the only two witnesses. Derek had absolutely refused to let Cora and Laura be at his wedding.

Even then, he had thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with Stiles. And he guesses he will as friends. Maybe. Stiles may not have room in his life for him anymore. But he’s well-aware of the fact that it’s his own fault that they aren’t anything more.

Stiles gave him plenty of chances. More than any normal person would. More than any person should.

The first was the day Stiles had met Heather. Stiles had come back to the house they shared with Scott, Boyd, and Isaac and bounded up and flopped on Derek’s bed as he had a tendency to do. There were times when Derek questioned whether or not Stiles realized that it wasn’t technically his room.

When Stiles didn’t talk right away, Derek had looked up from his book to find Stiles carefully considering him.

“Yes?” Derek asked.

“I met a girl.”

“They do account for half the population.”

Stiles sat up to hit Derek, but then laid back down. “I met a girl I’m interested in romantically.”



“Do you think you’re going to ask her out?” Derek finally forced himself to ask.

“Maybe? I don’t know.”

Derek took a deep breath. He had to have known Stiles would date eventually. He needed to play his role of the helpful best friend (even if now he realizes that that was Scott’s role all along).

“I think you should do it.”

“Really?” Stiles sounded far more surprised than Derek would’ve expected.

“Any girl would be crazy not to like you. Go for it,” Derek replied even if it hurt him to do so.

“Doesn’t hurt to try, I guess. Thanks, Der. I’ll leave you to it,” Stiles smiled at Derek. Derek can’t help, but notice it didn’t reach his eyes like normal.

Derek finished his book much sooner than normal because usually he had someone there to distract him, to spend time with, but unlike usual, Stiles actually left Derek alone when he said he would.

Derek didn’t like it.

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Anchor (requested)

“Let me go!” Liam roared, tugging at his restraints violently. He stood in the corner of Derek’s loft, halfway shifted. His eyes glowed a brilliant yellow, and his fangs were clearly visible. “Stop trying to control me!”

Derek reclined in a chair a safe distance away, watching Liam struggle without interest. “If I don’t, you’ll do things you’ll regret.”

Liam rumbled in response, wiggling the chains around his wrists. The anger was becoming too much, and all he could think about was breaking free and hurting someone. Derek and Scott had already tried their best to teach him how to stay in control on full moons by using his anger, but it wasn’t working. Liam had no idea how the concept of an anchor worked, but Scott knew that he needed to find the young werewolf one before he actually did hurt someone. It had dawned on him slowly but eventually, Scott had begun to notice how often he caught Liam’s eyes on you. He noticed that Liam always made an effort to look better in front of you, and always asked about you when you weren’t there. Scott, in essence, had discovered how infatuated Liam was with you. This, of course, gave Scott the idea he was executing tonight.

“I want to talk to Scott!” Liam shouted at Derek, panting as he continued to resist.

Derek sighed, glancing at the door. “He’s coming, calm down.”

That resulted in an angry snarl. For the next few minutes, he worked on maneuvering himself out of the restraints, until he heard the door opening. He paused to see who was entering, watching Scott come inside the loft. Liam bristled angrily and lunged forward even more violently than before.

“You did this to me!” He screamed. “You did this, it’s all your fault!”

Scott stared at him wearily, his arm automatically lifting to bar you from Liam as you peeked over Scott’s shoulder. “What did you want me to do?” You whispered, your eyes wide at the sight of Liam in such a rage.

“Just go and stand close to him.”


“He won’t hurt you, trust me,” Scott stressed. “Just go talk to him.”

“Why?” You shot back nervously.

“It’ll calm him down.”

You had about a hundred more questions, but you swallowed them, instead stepping forward slowly. You wrung your hands together in front of you as you continued to move towards the angry werewolf. As soon as he glanced up at you, however, he froze, the clanging of the chains stopping. It was silent in the room, and you also stopped moving. His lips parted slightly as he stared at you, obviously shocked by what he saw. You pressed your lips together anxiously and lifted one hand.

“Hi,” you said quietly, rocking back and forth on your heels.

At the sound of your voice, almost as if by magic, his eyes faded back to his normal color, and you watched his claws disappear after he clenched his fists. His shoulders slumped forward and he exhaustedly sat down onto the floor, leaning his head back on the wall as he closed his eyes and tried to regain control of his breathing. You turned your head to Scott questioningly, but he just shooed you forward once more. You frowned but obediently turned back to the now seemingly small boy on the floor. You took hesitant, slow steps until you stood directly in front of him.

“Liam?” You asked softly. “Are you okay?”

He looked up at you, fear and confusion in his eyes. Unable to find the words to speak, he nodded quickly, finding comfort when his eyes met yours. A small, sympathetic smile graced your lips and you kneeled down next to him, taking out the key to his restraints that had been given to you earlier. Of course, you hadn’t known what it was for then. You carefully held onto his wrist as you pulled the chains away, your eyes intent on the task at hand. As you worked, his eyes were stuck to your face. Upon finishing, you stepped back, hugging your arms to your chest self-consciously as he stood up, rubbing the raw areas where he had rubbed the metal over while trying to escape. The air was silent, and you took a steadying breath before quickly making your way back to Scott. He led you to stand near the doors, intending to speak to you quietly. Simultaneously, Derek approached Liam, engaging him in a conversation about what he’d just done and been through.

“What happened?” You asked, demanding answers.

Scott glanced at Liam momentarily before whispering. “(Y/N), he likes you. A lot.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Okay, and?”

Scott sighed, trying to find a way to put it into words that you would understand. “When we find- when werewolves find someone or something that has a strong meaning or a significant impact on their lives, it becomes their anchor.”

You listened to Scott, your mouth slowly dropping. “So…” you whispered. “I’m Liam’s anchor?”

Scott nodded, checking to make sure that Liam hadn’t heard. “Yes. As in, you’re the only one that he’ll calm down for, the only one that could bring him out of… of that.”

You stepped back, overwhelmed with what you had just learned. As you leaned back against the wall, trying to make sense of things, you let your eyes fall onto the boy that you supposedly meant so much to, watching him. You weren’t sure what you were going to do, but you knew this wasn’t going to be the last time something like this happened.


Moar little red au  (*ノ º □ º )ノ ♥

Pack Matters || Taddy & Ray

He barely made it, rolling into the gas station before the vehicle just wouldn’t go any farther. He put it in park and leaned his head against the steering wheel letting out a low frustrated growl before he took a deep breath and got a hold of himself before he made his wolf more restless than he already was. 

Ray’d been gone a week and he was nearly home. traveling wasn’t his favorite thing to do but their human resources department was rather adamant that he went to the conference, with all the new policies coming out about wolves in the workplace, he’d even been a speaker on a small panel on Friday night, but he was ready to get home already. It was good work he was doing he knew, but he didn’t like being out on his own, so far away from his pack. So close yet so far. He couldn’t have been more than an hour out, maybe less, just on the fringes of his home territory.

He lifted the bonnet of the car and peered inside once the smoke cleared, his nose wrinkled as he could smell all the hot metal and chemicals, something was definitely burnt, but nothing seemed to be on fire, so that was a good sign. To be honest he had no idea what he was looking at really. He barely knew how to check his own oil. Leaning against the bumper he sighed. Part of him just wanted to call and see if anyone could come pick him up, and he could worry about the car later, have it towed to a shop or something.


okay but let’s talk about this. We see Stiles running to her, then grabbing her and say “Lydia?”

and i’m 100% sure he says more things before he says “please shut up and let me save your life.”

I bet at first she looks at him with that blank stare, and he goes “Lydia? it’s me, it’s Stiles.” I bet his voice would break a little when he’ll say, “the one that had a crash on you since the third grad?” with a broken smile. and Lydia would finally look at him and whisper, “Stiles?” and after realizing what he’s doing and where they are she’ll probably go “why are you here? it’s not safe, you’ll get hurt, what were you thinking” etc. 

and then, he’ll say desperately, “please shut up and let me save your life.”
i’m oKAY I’m FINE

Useless - Isaac Imagine For Anon

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING. PLEASE DO NOT READ ON IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THINGS LIKE THIS. Also please know you can message me anytime if you need to talk.

Prompt can be found here.

“What the hell is she doing here?” Isaac snapped, his eyes sizing you up in disgust.

You clenched your jaw, trying not to let him get to you, trying not to let him see how his words brought tears to the corners of your eyes. Isaac took a disliking towards you the day you two met, while you’d felt the exact opposite. While he rolled his eyes at your ideas, you focused on the mesmerizing periwinkle shade of his irises. When he murmured snide comments about you into the ear of whoever was next to him, you melted at the sound of his low, sultry voice.  As he wished he was anywhere but near you, you dreamed of being right next to him.

To say it hurts would be an understatement.

You swallowed, mustering up a small amount of courage to quietly point out, “I’m a part of this pack too.”

Isaac scoffed. “’Wish you weren’t.”

Biting your lip, you meandered further into Derek’s loft and nervously sat down in between Lydia and Kira on one of the few couches in the room.

“Can’t we have a single pack meeting without you being a total prick to her, Isaac?” Stiles complained irritably.

Isaac sneered in response and leaned back against the wall behind the couch where Stiles, Liam, and Malia sat across from you.

The pack meeting started and Scott began speaking alongside Derek, describing in detail anything he knew about the Benefactor and the dead pool. Derek pitched in every once in a while, every comment about catching or killing Kate and finding out what she did to him.

“I’m not sure how else we can find the Benefactor other than setting up some sort of trap.” Scott sighed.

You glanced at Lydia next to you, your eyebrows furrowed.

“What is it?” She tilted her head curiously.

Bringing your gaze back to Scott, you offered, “I could help Lydia with her powers, maybe?”

“Terrible idea.” Isaac spoke without even looking at you.

“No, it’s a good idea, actually.” Malia nodded at you. “Lydia figured out the password to the first hit list, maybe she can figure out the rest with a little help.”

You smiled thankfully at Malia while Lydia placed a hand on yours. “I appreciate it.”

“It won’t work.” Isaac finally met your baffled gaze. “You know nothing about banshees.”                           

“None of us do. I’m just trying to help in any way I can. I can’t fight like you guys.” You frowned.

He uncrossed his arms and glared at you. “Exactly. So, why are you in this pack? You’re useless.”

I’m useless?” You stood up impatiently, your breathing quickening and your heart starting to race. “All you do is criticize me and brood in the corner! It’s like you’re always looking for an excuse to berate me!”

Isaac laughed humorlessly. “I wouldn’t have to if you’d just leave us alone! You nagged and weaved your way into this pack and for what? It’s pathetic. You’re pathetic. You’re insignificant. You’re unimportant. You’re just a human. At least Stiles is smart, he serves a purpose and he’s been here from the very start. And what do you do? Absolutely nothing.”

As your breathing got even shorter and your eyes burned from holding back so many tears, you ripped your bag up off of the floor and stormed out of the loft, making your way to your car in an effort to simply go home.

You reached your car and eventually drove off, using all of your strength to force yourself not to cry your heart out. Your hands trembled as they weakly clenched the steering wheel. “He doesn’t deserve your tears.” You dictated to yourself through clenched teeth.


You finally arrived at your house and trudged upstairs past your questioning mother. Locking yourself in the bathroom, you watched your reflection in the mirror through blurry eyes. “He doesn’t deserve your tears.” You sobbed, finally letting it all out. You looked on at your reflection in hatred and let the hot waterworks trickle down your cheeks.


Your unsteady hands clasped the sides of the sink and your heart felt heavy; broken. What had you ever done to him? Why did he hate you so much? Why did you have to fall in love with him, of all people? Why?


Every hurt feeling you’d ever had because of Isaac came rushing back to you, every comment he’d ever said, every disapproving look, every scoff, every laugh, every eye roll, every word, everything. Your felt as if a heavy weight pressed down on your chest, daring you to breathe in.


It was like you couldn’t take it anymore. Why didn’t he like you? What was wrong? What did other girls have that you didn’t? You glanced back up into the mirror and felt repulsed by what you saw. You slammed your fist into it and cried out as the shards flew everywhere.

The next morning, your mother never took her eyes off of you in pure concern as she removed the bandages she put on your hand last night. You couldn’t meet her eyes after everything you told her about Isaac last night, so you simply stared down at your hands. You remained stoic as the bandage slipped off and revealed dozens of cuts in every shape and size. You glanced at the mirror from where you sat on the bathroom counter, the few shards that remained intact mocked you as they reflected back the image of your cut up face.

Your mom had then driven you to school and sent you off with a kiss on the cheek, motherly words whispered into your ear, and your favorite lunch packed in your bag in an attempt to cheer you up. You mumbled a tiny thank you and made your way into school.

Ignoring the stunned ogling of the other students, you sat wearily through your classes that you had all alone until lunch rolled around. You debated on whether or not to go, but decided you needed the cheering up and would simply ignore Isaac, pray he would just disappear into thin air.

Everyone gawked at you as you walked up to the table and sat once again next to Kira and Lydia. You felt your cheeks redden in humiliation.

“Jesus, what happened to you?” Liam eyebrows were raised in surprise.

“You should see the other guy.” You joked, hoping to brush off the situation. Stiles snorted.

“Are you okay?” Kira asked in a softer tone, her eyes analyzing your every move.

You sighed in exasperation. “Yes, I promise, I’m fine. It was nothing. Can we drop it now?” You shifted in your seat anxiously.

Everyone sat for a moment, tense and silent, before gradually striking up conversation with one another. You self-consciously looked around the table, your eyes finally meeting with Isaac’s, sitting directly across from you. His expression was one you’d never seen before; you didn’t know what he was thinking, what he was feeling, as you were only used to the same sarcastic expression. You cleared your throat awkwardly and felt thankful when Lydia tapped your shoulder began talking to you excitedly about a new clothes store in town she wanted to go to.

After lunch, the day was a blur, other than your last two classes you had with some people from the pack. The final bell had rung and you began walking outside, waiting for your mother’s car to pull in somewhere.

“Can we talk?” Isaac blurted from behind you, making jump and drop your books onto the ground.

“Yeah, uh,” You bent down to pick them up; only Isaac picked them up and handed them to you, leaving you taken aback. “I gotta go, soon, so…” You pointed behind your shoulder with your thumb.

“Look, I really need to talk to you. Please.” Isaac begged, looking… Guilty? Could that be possible?

Your head whipped around and looked around the parking lot for a moment as you prayed for your mom to show up and save you, but you had no such luck. Turning back around and leaning against one of the columns, avoided eye contact with Isaac. “Um, okay.”

“I don’t even know where to start.” You heard him whisper shakily. “Just, I’m so sorry, okay? I’m so, so sorry.” He spoke louder now. “I’m a dumbass.”

You listened intently, still looking anywhere but at him.

“Please look at me.” His voice cracked.

You were baffled to hear him so nervous and couldn’t help but lock eyes with his.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. You shouldn’t, I don’t deserve that. But you deserve to know why I’m such an asshole to you. I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been since the first time we met. I – I was so rude to you because I couldn’t get close to you. My entire life I’ve been surrounded by a small amount of people I care about and they’ve either died or hurt me. That’s all I’ve known. And,” he let out a shaky breath. “I know that’s hardly an excuse. There’s no excuse for how I’ve treated you, really. I just figured if I kept you out of my life, there was no chance of you getting hurt, but then you pushed your way into the pack and I panicked. I didn’t what to do other than try to push you back out. I’m sorry for that. The pack loves you. I love you. You’ve found a place in us where you belong and I’m sorry if I ruined that. I just – I love you.” He finished quietly, leaving you in tears that trickled down your cheeks and stung as they dripped into your wounds.

You hardly knew what to do, what to think. How were you supposed to forgive him after everything he’s done? Could your love overpower your pain?

“What actually happened to you?” He asked, his eyes traveling across your scratched cheeks and down to your battered hand.

You gulped. “I punched my mirror.”

He nodded, a single tear slipping out of his eye. He quickly wiped it away and breathed out, “I’m so sorry.”

A honk made you quickly whip around and your mom waved at you from inside of her car. “I have to go.” You whispered, not even looking back at Isaac before you walked clumsily to the car and got in.

Your mom inquired about your day and you gave simple answers, your mind reeling. One part of you wanted to have your mom turn the car back around so you could jump into Isaac’s arms and kiss him, showing him how you’ve felt all along. The other part of you wanted to go home, lay in bed, and try to forget about the damaged boy you’ve loved for so long.


“Sweetheart, let me tell you something no teenager ever believes, but I guarantee you is the absolute truth. You fall in love more than once. It will happen again. It will be just as amazing and extraordinary as the first time and maybe just as painful. But it’ll happen again. I promise. But until then, be your own anchor.”

Backseat Driver

Originally posted by dylanobrienisstyles

*Gif credit to the wonderful person that made this*

Anon Request: Can you do an imagine where stiles is very protective of his jeep and doesn’t let anyone drive it but he lets y/n drive it because she is his sweet loving girlfriend but he is a total backseat driver the whole time lol if you can make it cute and funny! 

A/N: Oh goodness, I loved this. I added a few things and I don’t know if this is what you wanted, but I tried! I hope this is okay! Also, I couldn’t find a gif for this so I figured this one would suffice bc that face has me feeling some type of way.

“Babeeee! Hurry up! Everyone wants food!” You yelled from the bottom of the stairs and laughed along with the others when you heard a crash followed by some curse words come from your boyfriend’s room.

“Stiles? You okay, man? We’d hate to miss out on our burgers because you broke your neck putting on clothes!” Scott yelled from his spot on the couch causing everyone to erupt into laughter again.

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Peter/Stiles: "I decided to flip a coin about every decision in my life for a week and that’s how we ended up on a date"

It was an experiment Stiles was doing for a sociology class. He was supposed to write a paper on the experience, elaborating on how letting a coin decide his fate for a week either broadened or limited opportunities in his day-to-day life. It seemed easy enough.

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Blink 182′s Tom DeLonge on the set of Teen Wolf!

So here’s a fun thing we get to report on this morning! It looks like Tom DeLonge is working with Tyler Posey on Teen Wolf!!

Kind of. Sort of. Let’s explain.

Thanks to his wife, this weekend we saw that Posey was working on a project with Tom. Then some more photos surfaced, and after a bunch of comparing and contrasting (you can look for yourself in the photos from left to right) we realized that Tom was actually on the set of Teen Wolf!

Imagine our surprise right?! After doing a bit of digging around on the Internet, we uncovered that Tom is actually working on a short film project called To the Stars. Presumably to go hand in hand with DeLonge’s latest studio album.

It’s reasonable to assume that Tom and his crew got to borrow the set over the weekend while Teen Wolf had off. But how exactly this whole collaboration came to be, we’re unsure. Perhaps Tyler’s public fanboying finally paid off or maybe Tom’s daughter Ava is a fan of Teen Wolf! 

The second we hear more information we’ll update you guys!


- He’s literally hilarious and knows exactly how to make you smile.
- Will always respond to your texts within 10 minutes.
- Huge movie collection.
- Always willing to be in your snapchat stories.
- Forever down to go and get a McDonald’s, or to go to the supermarket, or do just about anything.
- Let’s you wear his t-shirts and jackets.
- Will walk you home.
- Has cool mugs and probably won’t realise if one goes missing.
- Always tells you how beautiful you are.
- Likes to go on double dates.
- Let’s you put things in his backpack.
- Really good at making mac and cheese.
- The BEST hugger.
- Well, you really totally like him.

- Never let’s you be the little spoon.
- Talks in his sleep.
- Gets annoyed if you don’t text back in 10 minutes.
- Doesn’t notice when you change your hair.
- Likes to take ugly photos of you and use them as his wallpaper.
- Lightweight. 
- Always puts too much milk in your cereal.
- His jeep is always filled with rubbish.
- Sends you youtube links at all hours of the day.
- Can be weirdly under dramatic when you tell him big news. 
- Hasn’t seen every episode of friends.