no blinding light or tunnels to gates of white, just our hands clasped so tight waiting for the hint of a spark

How do I know this is real?

3.13 // 3.18


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Stiles and Scott crying over the thought of losing each other.


"Mom would have believed me."

Let’s re-evaluate, now that we have a fuller picture.

For that matter, let’s re-evaluate every time in the past year that Stiles lied to his father’s face, was erratic, unreliable, evasive, thrill-seeking, frightened but denying it, eyes darting away as he said he couldn’t explain it, he couldn’t explain.



who needs a social life when you have followers who don’t talk to you and you run a blog no one cares about


Tyler Hoechlin leaving his NYC hotel on Tuesday.