rare cameras

Me: :)

The FBI agent in my computer: day 228, this bitch still has tape over her computer camera, and I’ve lost track of how many conspiracy theory videos she’s watched

Me: *clicks on a new video* :) :)

My FBI agent in the computer: KIll mE

y’all can say what you want but you can’t deny that steven and andrew have such genuine chemistry and a growing friendship which is really just once in a lifetime luck especially considering it happened in the work place


Based on this prompt I said I’d fill a few days ago:

boss: “know why I called you in here?”
me: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”
boss: “accidentally?”


(on ao3)

“You need to stop pining after people you haven’t even spoken to,” Lydia says one day, probably because Derek—er, Mr. Hale, their boss—has just stepped through the front door of the cafe where they’re having lunch, and Stiles has trailed off mid-word to watch him walk up to the counter. In Stiles’ defense, he’s never seen Mr. Hale outside of the office before, let alone Mr. Hale wearing a leather jacket over his dress shirt. God, and Stiles thought the tailored suits were bad enough…


“Uh, I have too spoken to him,” Stiles says indignantly, tearing his eyes away from Derek’s broad back across the room. “One day I was coming out of the break room and I almost walked right into him and he said, ‘Excuse me,’ so then I said, ‘Oops,’ and he smiled at me. Kind of. A little bit. I mean, I interpreted it as a smile. There was some prolonged eye contact.”

Lydia abruptly stops stirring her fat-free latte to stare at him—one of those Oh god, it’s worse than I thought kind of looks. “That’s it?”

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Was feelin down today, so I drew some boys


kim namjoon, royal blue, desi weddings; these are a few of my favorite things 💙

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see the paparazzi, feel the paparazzi, <i>be</i> the paparazzi.