Na na na na na Anthem!
“No, I’m not okay. But I haven’t been okay since I was eleven, maybe twelve. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.” — Clementine von Radics
Legolas babysittin’ this year’s archers :)
this has to hit at least one of your fandoms.
“Katniss, don’t hoard your food…”
“Get down from there, Clint, how many times…”
“Merida! get back here!” *Elvish cursing*
Can’t love this enough!
#but i kind of do want this fic #they come back from their road trip #having learned from a mysterious oracle #who works at jambajuice #who told them that the key to defeating the nemeton #is a hale doin it with a stiliniski #derek is torn between admitting his giant dweeb crush on stiles #or letting his sister take care of it unemotionally and clinically #both seem like options created to drive him off a cliff (via drunktuesdaze)
don’t do drugs kids
what if teen wolf is just a coked-out fantasy?
The series ends with Derek sneezing uncontrollably somewhere in a New York nightclub, hooking up with a dude, and then letting Laura kick him out in the morning while Derek nurses his hangover.
"Good night, bro?"
Derek stares into his coffee like it holds the secrets of the universe. “Have you ever thought you might be a werewolf?”
Laura kicks the leg of his chair when she sits down opposite, finishing off the pot. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times, stop taking shit from people you don’t know.”
"You’re not my real mom," Derek gripes, wincing when she laughs.
"Suck it up," Laura says, stealing his coffee. "At least that guy was cute."
"I thought he was magical," Derek moans into his clammy, morning-after hands.
The entire series is nothing but an anti-drug campaign. Sounds Legit. If Teen Wolf’s last scene isn’t based on the above, I’m gonna be disappointed.