“Please put your shirt back on,” Stiles half moaned while staring at the Greek god that was Derek. “Seriously, looking at you actually causes me pain.”
Derek grunted in response.
“You don’t like the way I look?” Derek questioned, his brows furrowing.
“Wha-” Stiles’ voice came out two octaves higher than normal. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Don’t like? No, Stiles like. You have this whole Adonis thing going on that will be harmful to my health unless you put your shirt back on like two minutes ago.”
All Stiles received in response was a smug smirk, but Derek did turn away to put a shirt back on.
THE FUGAKU TWITTER IS LITERALLY THE FUNNIEST SHIT EVER OH MYGOD
Fish I hope you understand how hard it was for me to reblog this for you but you needed to see it.
if u say “i love you” too often it loses its meaning
when you see drama starting on your dash
If I could, I sooooo would. It’s just like…constant nausea and stomach pain…for almost 24 hours >_>
It wouldn’t help. This pain has become something totally new. I’m just gonna lie here and hope I sleep for a month.
When you use your ID at the club for the first time
oh NO a GIRL!!!!!! with HAIR in places that HAIR GROWS !!!! AHH!!!!!
I think “dildo” is a perfectly acceptable insult. Like, I’d call you a dick but you’re not real enough.