Jessica, 20, South of England, I guess I'm what you call a fandom blog and I mainly post: teen wolf & stydia, dylan o'brien, doctor who, sherlock, roosterteeth & achievement hunter, gavin free, my mad fat diary, once upon a time, new to supernatural, game of thrones & loads of crap. Occasionaly NSFW. I usually follow back :)
I have a NSFW/porn side blog: teasemekissme.tumblr.com
I don’t care about me. I’m gonna go find our d a u g h t e r !
I love her though. I love talking with her about pointless stuff, I love finding myself thinking about her during the day, I love sneaking kisses when we were in school, I love the way she was just a little bit taller than me, I love the way she smiles, the way she laughs, I love the way she holds my hand, and how perfectly our hands fit together. I love hugging her, knowing that she was mine to hold. I didn’t love the idea of having someone to hold me or kiss me, I loved her because of how she made me feel. Because she was the only person in the world who could make me feel happy.
everyone needs friends who will encourage them to pierce things and ride things and go to places and buy shit and show off side boob. everyone.
do you ever just hear a certain lyric and your throat feels like it’s closing up bc it hits you that hard
Everyone always talks about what great moments Stydia has in the 11th episode of a season, but what about the 12?
1x12: We have Stiles abandoning his jeep so he can rush to the hospital to check on her.
2x12: Lydia shows up at his home because she needed someone to talk to.
3x12: Less seen, but…
Oh hello, 80000th post. I’ll make you something useful
Hey kids, have this handy graphic on AH teams
Please observe this terribly accurate depiction of my boyfriend and me
here’s a better depiction
try this, actually
you think you’re gonna win this
Oh I don’t think. I know
petition to dub this post the cutest thing ever
when ur parents call u for dinner and u see they made your fav
i wanna date someone and live with them in a shitty apartment but be happy about it because we are happy together and we can decorate it with stupid dorky posters of shit we like and figurines and art and we can cook weird recipes we found on the internet and eat them and watch cartoons even if the food is gross because we made it and we’re perfect