teens at the library

Teen Boat: an Epic

so I was in my high school library when I found this fucking book

the angst of being a teen… the thrill of being a boat

it’s literally animorphs but he turns into a fucking boat i’m

he doesn’t even turn into the boat he just kinda folds inside of one

doctor this is the worst case of yaoi hands we’ve ever seen

and if you think this is bad wait until you see the concept art for his transformation

option 1) he turns into the Crabman. he ejects into the stratosphere


teen boat also has a diverse cast of characters including

mary columbus sue, a european exchange student. exotic

Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way

is that fuckin eminem

Not-How-Trousers-Work Girl


yes she is eating a whole babbage

and then there’s also the point in the book where the tone does a complete 180

excuse me what the fuck

is this loss.jpg

Art of kidnapping

I dont understand why the hell kidnappers have to be so extra? Like using chloroform and getting so physical and wearing all black and driving in a van. Like dude . All you gotta do is bribe me with a book and lock me up in a hugeeee library and feed me. That’s it. Easy pesy. Best part? I wouldn’t struggle a bit. You need my soul? No problem. Here have it. Just remember to bring me snickers.

I want to do
Is to cross horizons
Loose my blues,
Touch your freckles everyday.
—  You are my moon , I am your wave🌜 /Methethinkinggirl
For Research

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Stiles x Reader


Word Count: 3,796

Originally posted by welcometomyguiltypleasure

           My bag hits against my hip with every step, and I shift my shoulder slightly to readjust the weight of it. The automatic doors close behind me as I step inside the building and I’m immediately hit with the coldness of the air, the air conditioner humming faintly throughout the building. The fluorescent lights above me flicker slightly, and the building is eerily quiet, I smile to myself at the silence.

           I pull open another door, and it squeaks slightly as I slip in and let it fall closed behind me with a creak. The room is darker than the rest of the building, only a few lights dangle from the ceiling, their bulbs dim from so many years of use. I place my bag on an empty hook, letting it hang there as I slip my keys out of the pocket of my leggings, dumping them into my bag unceremoniously.

           “Margaret?” I call out, wandering through the huge stacks of books that fill the room from floor to ceiling, turning it into an endless maze.

           “Over here, dear!” She yells, her voice muffled by all the books, and I try to pinpoint her location as I walk past the stacks and stacks of literature.


           “By ancient Chinese folklore!”

           I shuffle back a few steps, turning down another aisle of books and I see a flutter of patterned fabric.

           “You’re here early tonight,” She murmurs, never taking her eyes away from the list of titles she’s working through.

           “I needed an escape.” I respond back simply.

           She nods, not pressing for any elaboration or an explanation. That’s one of the things I like most about Margaret, she doesn’t expect you to tell her everything. She respects the fact that I’m not a very open person, and that I will say as much as I need but that I don’t really like to divulge a lot of information. I glance at her, taking in her appearance. Her hair is varying shades of gray, falling down to her waist in a tangle of long, wild curls. There are crinkled, wrinkles around her green eyes, and smile lines near the corner of he mouth. Her long skirt is covered in a tribal print of some sort and the soft material trails well past her feet so that she has to lift it slightly as she walks, causing it to billow behind her.

           “Did you hear me, dear?” She asks, breaking my train of thought, and I look up at her quickly.

           “Sorry, I just kind of zoned out.” I say apologetically and she smiles at me knowingly, “Can you repeat what you said?”

           “I need you to train the young man starting tonight.”

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