teen grimm

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Clois

Coldflash

Delena

Destiel

Fitzsimmons

Frary

Haylijah

Karamel

Karolson

Klaroline

Klayley

Lauriver

Malec

Marrish

Mash

Monrosalee

Nadalind

Olicity

Outlawqueen

Sanvers

Saphael

Scallison

Sciles

Scira

Sizzy

Snowbarry

Snowbert

Stalia

Steelvixen

Stelena

Sterek

Steroline

Stydia

Supercorp

Superflash

Swanfire

Swanqueen

Timecanary

Varchie

Westallen

Omg there’s literally 50 ship headers here, enjoy!

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Requested by sybil-howlett 

“Does it ever feel like you’re dating the Grimm Reaper?”  Stiles questioned, grinning at you and easily dodging the pillow you tried to throw at him.

“He’s a harbinger of death, not the Grimm Reaper.”  You shot back, catching the pillow as he tossed it back to you.

“But it’s kind of like he’s the Grimm Reaper.”

“Not at all.”

“Just…. imagine it with me.”  He tried, eyes studying your bedroom ceiling as he laid on your bed.  This time he wasn’t expecting the pillow that hit him in the face.

“Nope.”

I Have A Confession

This might be long so I apologize in advanced.

I enjoy writing. It’s my escape from my real life. I can escape from my parents who argue a lot. Its my escape from my dad calling me useless. From my sisters who call me clumsy or stupid. From my friends who don’t invite me to hang out sometimes. Writing makes me feel great because its the one thing family and friends don’t know I do, which makes me happy because its the one thing that they can’t criticize me about or take away from me. Only three of my friends know I write fan-fiction. One of them made a blog to read my stories, the second one said she would make one to just read my work, the third has just read my work and said it was great. That was a boost for me.

So knowing that some of you actually like to read my stories makes me really emotional in a good way. I didn’t think my writing was good at all. I felt I was doing something stupid. And when my mom makes a comment or my sisters call me out because I’m doing something I enjoy doing, it makes me upset. I’m not the most socialist person, I’m shy. I can’t even present something in front of big groups of people.

That’s why I feel that I can really be myself on Tumblr. I can go crazy over someone I like and post my interest. Writing feels like the one thing I can call mine. Like its that one thing no one can take away from me. So I want to thank everyone who makes me want to write. I also want to apologize for not always updating. I get writers block really badly, I know its not an excuse but its the truth, every time you ask for another part or something different I feel a bit pressured, and I really want to give you what you want, but it isn’t always easy.

Sorry for my stupid rant and wasting your time…. :/

  • Teacher: So what did you all learn over the summer?
  • Me: That I am still trash, i can watch over more than seven seasons within a few weeks and how many knotting fics are in my fandom
  • Teacher: What?
  • Me: What?

My little brother came up to me, and said I was Yente the matchmaker from Fiddler on the roof.

Because I am always shipping everyone.

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a mountain to climb

by grimm (AO3)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

Chaptered

Word count: 126k

Rating: Explicit

Summary: “Don’t do it,” he mutters. “Don’t do it, please, don’t do it.”

But there it is, a soft pink line appearing right next to the control. Stiles’ legs give out from under him; he sinks to the bathroom floor, hands shaking, his entire body shaking. It’s hard to breathe, his vision blurring around the edges. There’s a knock on the door behind him and then it opens and Scott sits down next to him.

“I’m fucked,” Stiles gasps, tears prickling at his eyes. “I’m fucked!”

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