Just a few reason why I love Scott McCall
1: He loves his friends and family very much
2: he always puts them before himself
3: he does whatever he can to help out his friends and family
4: he tries to save everyone no matter what (even if they can’t be saved)
5: he does his best to be a great role model and alpha to his pack
6: he’s so thoughtful
7: he’s a loving son and likes to bring his mother food (and a headache or two😂) at work
8: he sees the good in everybody
9: he helps out in anyway he can whenever he can
10: he never forgets his best friend
So many shirtless scenes in the very first episode… I feel like they baited us. You know, they showed us all the goods in the first episode to hook us in, and now they will just tease us for the rest of the show. Whatever the reason, I’m happy right now! LOL!
REQUEST: Hey! :) Could you do a Stiles Stilinski one-shot where Stiles gets jealous when the reader says she’s going on a date and tries to stop her? Thank you!
(Y/N) was by her locker, putting some school books in, when someone yelled “BOOH” behind her. She jumped and turned around, knowing perfectly who she was going to face.
“Seriously Stiles? Stop doing this, what are you? 5?” (Y/N) said slightly annoyed because Stiles suceeded all the time at scaring her.
“Oh c'mon, it’s fun!” Stiles couldn’t stop laughing but (Y/N) was having none of it.
“You know what else is fun? Stabbing myself in the eye with a pencil.”
“Okay…Someone’s having a bad day?” Stiles now put a serious face on, wanted to know what was wrong with his best friend.
(Y/N) and Stiles known each other since they were 3, Stiles’ mom was (Y/N)’s mom closest friend and they were always hanging out at each other’s house, also because they live next to each other. (Y/N) was there at Stiles’ lowest moments and he did the same for her, they shared everything, spending their time gossiping and laughing so hard at each other’s stupid jokes. (Y/N) had feelings for Stiles for a long time but she always denied it because she knew he wasn’t loving her in that way, and she didn’t want to get hurt.
(Y/N) sighed loudly.
“I have nothing nice to wear for tonight.” She closed her locker and looked up at Stiles who was a bit confused.
“I’m going on a date.” She smiled widly, her eyes filled with excitment. Stiles’ smile disappeared and his eyes slightly widened.
(Y/N) ignored Stiles’ question when she saw Lydia walking in the hallway. She waved at her calling her name.
“Hey (Y/N)! Stiles! What’s up?” Lydia said as soon as she joined the two best friends.
“Can you do me a favor please? I really need to borrow you something cute for tonight.”
Lydia smiled and put her hands on (Y/N)’s shoulders.
“I already picked something for you tonight, I left it at your house this morning.”
She winked and (Y/N) hugged her, still very excited about her date whilst Stiles was frowning with annoyance.
“Thank you Lydia, you’re saving me!” Lydia smiled to (Y/N) and left to see Kira. Stiles started to speak again.
“(Y/N) you can’t go to your date tonight, it’s movie night at Scott’s place.”
“I know, but we have movie nights every friday nights, it’s not a big deal if I miss one friday. Plus, I’ve already told Scott I couldn’t make it and he is totally okay with it!”
Stiles was about to reply when the bell rang and (Y/N) left him by her locker to go to her class.
“Who’s that guy anyway?” Stiles yelled so (Y/N) could hear him on the other side of the hallway. She smiled but didn’t say anything and went to class with Lydia and Kira.
8:45 PM, (Y/N) was all dressed up, ready to go on her exciting date. When the bell rang, she got nervous all of a sudden and looked at herlsef in the mirror before opening the door. Her smile vanished when she saw who was standing in front of her. Stiles Stilinski.
“Stiles? What are you doing here?”
“Who asked you on a date?” he said inviting himself in his best friend’s house. (Y/N) closed the door behind him.
“Seriously? Why do you care so much about who I’m dating?” (Y/N) was annoyed by Stiles’ behavior.
“Just tell me who he is. Do I know the guy?”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, you know him, it’s Scott.”
Stiles’ eyes widened in shock and his mouth fell.
“I’m kidding, idiot!” (Y/N) laughed at Stiles’ shocked face. “Sam asked me on a date, the guy in our biology class? Whatever, he is gonna be here in a minute, so we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”
(Y/N) tried to push Stiles out of her house but he resisted.
“Stiles seriously, what’s wrong with you? Just go!” (Y/N) was getting mad at him, she was very looking forward to this date so she could have a good time and move on from her feelings for Stiles.
“(Y/N), you can’t go! I’m serious okay? What if the guy is a serial killer, huh? Or worse, a chimera?” he said dramatically.
“Stiles, you’re being ridiculous, Sam isn’t a chimera or anything evil, he is a nice guy, I’m sure you’ll like him actually.”
“Yeah, I doubt that.” Stiles murmured.
(Y/N) sighed and went upstairs to grab her handbag, Stiles followed her.
“(Y/N)! Please, don’t go out with him.”
“Why? Why won’t you let me have some fun? I need it okay? I need to take my mind off everything!” She said without even looking at him.
“We could stay here and watch a movie, just the two of us. This is what we used to do when you needed to take your mind off things.”
(Y/N) was about to say something when someone knocked at the door. Stiles stared at (Y/N) and almost ran downstairs to open the door. She yelled at him from upstairs.
“Stiles, don’t you dare!”
But it was too late, Stiles was already facing the guy, who looked confused to be greeted by someone else than (Y/N).
“Uhm..I’m here to pick (Y/N) up.. Is this the wrong adress?” Sam asked shyly.
“Sorry dude, (Y/N) can’t go out tonight, she is not feeling too well. Actually, it is very contagious so you should probably go now.”
Stiles closed the door, not even bothering to wait for an answer and turned around to see a very pissed-off (Y/N).
“Get the hell out of my house.” (Y/N) said, rushing down the stairs and towards Stiles.
“(Y/N) wait! Don’t be mad at me like this!”
“Are you kidding me? Stiles why would you ruin my date like this? You’re such an asshole.” She said grabbing his arm to make him leave the house.
“Because I’m the one who wants to take you on a date, alright?” he yelled.
(Y/N) froze and slowly took her hand off Stiles’ arm. She looked at him, her eyes was locked on his.
Was he kidding to calm the atmosphere or was he being honest?
“What did you say?” She asked him puzzled, waiting for him to laugh and tell her he was only joking.
“I want to be the guy who asks you on a date. I want to be the guy who holds your hand, I want to be more than just your best friend. Damn it (Y/N), I’m in love with you.”
“You are?” (Y/N) still couldn’t believe it.
“Yes, and I know you don’t feel the same way, that’s why I never said anything, but seeing you with others guys.. it’s killing me, and this stupid guy Sam or whatever was just going to take you away from me and I couldn’t let that happ-”
He didn’t have time to finish that (Y/N) put her lips on his. Stiles was shocked and surprised, wondering if he was dreaming or not, but when he realised that it was real, he gently kissed (Y/N) back.
(Y/N) pulled away and smiled at Stiles.
“I love you too, asshole.”
“Hey! I’m not an ass- Wait, you do?”
“Yes, and you’re the only guy I want to go on a date with.”
Even though you love to do chores, and tasks, and projects, you are also afraid of failing. Because you know if you do fail, it will destroy you. You avoid emotions (because you like to stay pretty emotionless and drama free despite being a whiner) by doing things.
You feel things aggressively. You feel things darkly. When you are sad, you take the opportunity to pick yourself apart. You, although you are so very logical and reasonable, still cannot help but be a perfectionist. So although you understand that you can’t always be perfect and you can’t always get the right answer or get an A or have perfect clothes or whatever it is that you are a perfectionist about, you still spend every day stressing this perfection. So when you are sad, you will finally let out all of this hidden self hatred, all the things you secretly work towards every day and don’t let anyone know because you are the most secretive person on the planet.
You are VERY good under pressure. You’re like a shredder. People throw things at you and you just eat them up and deal with them accordingly and chill. -Ri
Hello everyone it has been a very long time since I’ve ever done an follow forever so guess what’s happening? (hint: a follow forever)
Anyways I have hit an unbelievable 17,000 followers which is mind blowing and I couldn’t be more thankful for all of you it means so much that you guys like me and my blog. I’ll try and keep the blog list from getting too long but whatever happens, happens. (faves/good friends are bolded)
Felicity knew poking around her boss’s side business would lead to something bad. She had just never expected it to be this bad.
She had just entered her apartment and shut the door behind her when her back had suddenly been against the door, her keys clattering to the ground, and a hand had been covering her mouth completely, muffling her surprised noise. Blinking up with wide eyes, she had barely been able to see the tall, muscular man in the darkness of the place, the man who had had her completely trapped against the door, unable to move an inch.
Heart pounding, fear had invaded her senses at her inability to move, at the sheer strength and size of the man before her, and she had known with a sudden clarity, a clarity which had sent her stomach reeling, that he had been there to kill her for poking around.
She had struggled then, tears running down her face because god help her, she had not been going to die without a fight, and she had managed to bite his hand, clawing at him furiously, trying to bite him again like a caged animal, her entire body flushed with adrenaline, infusing her small body with more fight than she had thought possible.
And it had made him pause. She had felt him still completely, seen the silhouette of his head tilt sideways for a second, right before he had put a finger on her neck right beside her pulse, and everything had gone black.
Felicity blinked her eyes open, bleary and dazed, and looked around the strange, dark room she was lying down in. Turning, groaning because her headache was reminding her very vividly that she was indeed alive, her eyes fell on a figure sitting in a chair beside the bed.
Gulping, Felicity made out his features in the soft light coming from outside, and blinked in surprise because whatever she had expected to see, it surpassed it. Her lips parted upon seeing his face- his beautiful face, beautiful features, frozen in a blank mask.
She asked him where she was. He did not reply.
She asked him who he was. He did not reply.
She blinked again and tried to stand up and head for the door, and then he moved. Standing up fluidly, he came to a halt in front of her, his eyes roving her face, and his fingers going to her neck (and she had figured that he had pressed some nerve to make her unconscious). Her pulse spiked, feeling the warmth of his muscles so close to hers, something inside her telling her that he wouldn’t hurt her. He still hadn’t.
His fingers came to her neck again, but he didn’t press on it. No. To her utter surprise, he caressed, his rough fingertips catching against her smooth skin, his callouses telling her he used his hands for things she couldn’t fathom, the bleak look in his eyes making her breath catch.
He caressed her neck, his fingers skimming so gently over her pulse, right at the spot he had pressed, savoring the feel of her skin. And then turned around and left.
They were in a hotel suite.
And she was kidnapped but her abductor was apparently not very good at this sort of stuff because he did not tie, torture or threaten her. Nope. He didn’t even speak.
He let her roam the place, which actually had decent lighting, something he apparently did not like much, let her order whatever she wanted, let her watch movies and sip wine. But there was an understanding underlying the actions or lack thereof- she wouldn’t try to leave and he would let her do whatever she wanted.
It confused her. She knew he had come to kill her, had known it in her gut the moment he had pressed her into the door. But he hadn’t. And it looked like he had no plans to either. She didn’t know how long he was going to keep her there. And it all confused her.
Felicity did learn a few things in the few days she was with him, about him.
He had an assortment of weapons that he cleaned regularly, with precision and practice that fascinated her every time she saw him working with remarkable focus.
He worked out shirtless every morning, something that had made her gasp upon her first morning there, both because of his extensive scars and his ridiculous body. Felicity had seen men in her life but kidnapper or not, he took the cake without competition. She made sure to be up in the living room every morning not to miss it, and she was pretty sure he knew it.
But he never said anything to her at all. Never smiled at all. She would have thought he didn’t even know of her existence in his space lest for two things.
He watched her. He watched her a lot, with those stark blue eyes that completely unnerved her and did something completely else to her insides. He watched her more than he should, with an astounding intensity she had never received before in her life, and complete focus, and for the oddest reason, it made her feel safe, the irony of which was not lost on her.
But it was her neck which made her realize he had his own way of communicating, even though it baffled her somewhat. Every night before she went to bed, she would mutter a goodnight and he would raise his fingers to that spot on her neck, let them trail, ever so softly, before turning around and leaving. He did it every night.
It always made her breath hitch. It always made her swallow. It always made her nerves flutter.
But she did not understand what he tried to say with that touch.
She has a lot of knowledge on how to profile people,
pick their triggers, and as Harley Quinn she kind of utilizes that to
just manipulate people and mess with them. She’s always picking someone to be dissecting and playing off and messing with. - Margot Robbie
“So then, should we never be offended by anything? No. There are people and jokes that are trying to spread more hate and despair rather than joy and change and we should call them out on it. But does that mean we should list the things we can talk about and the things we can’t talk about? Of course not. That’d be against free speech and limiting our growth. So then how do we know who to get offended by and who not to get offended by? Well, sadly, the answer is not in any book and it’s not online. You just have to use common sense. Does your gut say that deep down, they’re really prejudice or sexist or whatever? Will we always be right? Probably not. There’s certainly people we trusted before that have let us down and there’s even good comedians that have crossed the line because comedy is a tricky tight rope. But it’s a tight rope that needs to be walked and we need to slip up sometimes. Every comedian does. It shows how far we could go and how far we probably shouldn’t go. But if the alternative is fear and judge everything, then comedy will be dead very quickly. So, still push the envelope of what’s not accepted and still fight for what’s worth fighting for. Just be sure that you’re communicating it with the right intention.”
OBTumblr here. We noticed a lot of you are excited, nervous, and maybe a bit worried about the addition of Shay to the orphanblack universe. We get it. Whatever you’re feeling about the storyline is completely valid. Just remember Shay is a character, and Ksenia is a very lovely human cinnamon bun. She’s an excited OB newcomer who cannot wait to meet the fandom. Give her a proper welcome, like the classy group you are!
For Ksenia’s #CloneClub initiation, we asked if she’d be interested in a good old fashioned #AskOB!* She was 100% on board. So #CloneClub, get your questions for Ksenia to us by HIGH NOON (that’s 12PM est) TOMORROW (Thursday, May 14th.) Post inquiries on Tumblr with the hashtag #AskOB. If you see a question that needs answering, reblog it so we know it is of HIGH IMPORTANCE to the fandom. As usual, keep your questions decent and weird.
*This will be a text Q&A, not your typical video-style #AskOB, because Ksenia’s in Canada and our passport expired.
*SEND REQUESTS* Pietro Maximoff Imagine: What Can I Get You? Words: 1K Masterlist: x
It wasn’t that your last job was bad, far from it, in fact there was only one bad thing about your last job; misogynistic customers. You couldn’t handle it, and your boss didn’t care so after careful deliberation you decided to quit. It wasn’t as if you were completely dependant on this job, to be honest it was only a summer job whilst you saved up for your second year at university, learning to be a midwife.
It didn’t take you long to find a second job, one of your parents friends had an opening at work and offered you the position straight away, knowing you were one hard working girl. It was working in mcdonalds but hey it was a job right? All you had to do was man the drive thru orders on a couple night shifts a week, a job that must have been kind of hard to fill as he offered you quite a substantial amount for doing so; almost like a bribe for what you were going have to put up with.
Walking in at 8:30pm in full uniform (minus the god awful hat) your boss quickly explained the job, introducing you to the other few employees working, a couple quiet girls who’s names you missed and a very loud boy named Pietro who had by wearing the hat backwards made it look very hot. Wow good money and a cute boy what wasn’t there to like?