You’re sad. Teen Wolf preference
Derek- The phone drops from my hands and hits the carpet as soon as the words leave my mothers mouth. Pick it back up! I want to scream at myself, but I make no move to bend down and see if I heard my mother right. Instead, I stare straight ahead as my breathing quickens. My hands seem to shake and my knees feel so week. I can faintly hear my mothers crying voice from the other end of the phone on the ground. Then the dam breaks. One tear is followed my many and soon my knees give. I fall in a heap to the ground as I hear the door open. My body shakes with sobs as I make retched noises. The next thing I notice is I’m being wrapped in strong arms and rocked back an forth. “What happened?” Is the question he keeps repeating, but I make no move to voice the same horrid thing my mom had moments ago spoke of. “My dad.” I finally choke out between sobs of despair. He doesn’t say anything in response. Just holds me.
Stiles- “He was so young!” I yell in a loud, angry voice while throwing stuffed animals around my room. I turn my head to look at my boyfriend whose sitting on my bed trying to bite back his smile. Because of his small smirk I throw a stuffed turtle at his head, but he ducked just in time. “It was a gerbil.” He says while throwing his hands up in a ‘it wasn’t me’ type way. I throw him a hurt glare before putting my hands on my hips. “He was a boy Stiles, not a it! He was also the only pet I’ve every had! It would be nice of you to show a little support and give me some condolences in my time of grieve!” I say in a hurt tone. He rolls his eyes before gesturing me over to him on my bed and having me sit on his lap. “I’m sorry babe, I know you loved him.”
Scott- “It’s official. They told me last night.” You say as you approach your boyfriend at his locker before the first bell rings. He turns to face you but doesn’t say anything. You can see his warm brown eyes hold sympathy for you which makes you roll your eyes. “I knew it was coming.” I say in monotone voice. “Yeah, but that doesn’t make it any easier. I went through the same thing, remember?” He says as he steps forward to take me in a hug. After a few seconds I step back and lean against the lockers and let out a huge breath. “Can you take me home? I don’t feel like crying in school.” I say in a tired, sad voice. He nods his head before stepping forward to plant a kiss to my forehead. “Sure babe.”
Isaac- “-and my feet hurt, and my back hurts, and I can’t feel my toes!” I yell in a loud exasperated voice as I lay on my couch and my husband rubs my feet. “I know babe, I’m sorry.” Isaac says in a sweet and caring tone. I rest a hand on my swollen belly and lean my head back on the cushion. “It’s your fault I’m like this.” I say playfully while keeping my eyes closed. I can hear Isaac scoff before speaking. “Yeah totally my fault.” He says in a sarcastic voice which makes me smile. “Hey, it’s is your fault!”
one direction is kind of like that tv show that starts out all cute and innocent but by the third season everything’s gone crazy and doesn’t make sense but you keep watching because you have to
bridge to terabithia fucked me up
the only thing you need to know about public school is that people go hard as shit during classroom jeopardy review games. there are no friends here
You can tell a lot about someone from how intensely they get into Bohemian Rhapsody
whackintosh asked: I love your URL it flows so nicely
Thankyou that is exactly why I chose it I’m glad you noticed
*Hears Young Volcanoes on a Windows advert*
Anonymous asked: I was looking around your blog and, man, I just love your style. I already looked at everything you did about PJO. So that, I realized that you never drew Luke, I too would ask that you draw him? :)
sorry I got distracted
shirtless luke is now a thing
EVERYONE ADD TO THIS PLEASEWell, if you insist.
but how about we go a little further with this girls?
a little bit…
let me call it anatomy practising…yeah…pure…practising..