I Think A Singular Kiss On The Cheek From Stiles Could Actually Cure Me Of All Ailments. THAT BOY, I

Well fuck. This is actually kinda sad... I don't know how I got to this point, I'm so sorry. What is wrong with me? I promise the ending is fluffy.

Anyway. Sorry for ranting. Don't mind me. I hope everyone is having a good Monday!

I don't know when I'll have time to write again, which I apologize for - it makes me sad too. However, when I do get around to it, what would everyone like to see first?

(The Wampus Cat AU has a reader x Stiles childhood friends to lovers trope :))

◇◈◆ Dylan O'Brien Masterlist ◆◈◇

My writing is strictly inspired by the actor's presentation of himself online.

◆ General:

◇ Slow Morning 

◇ Ten Minutes 

◆ High Schooler!Dylan x Reader AU:

◇ To His Left 

what experiment were you doinf when you made the other acount?

Hi! I was just curious how much more interaction/attention little smutty posts get vs. fluffy oneshots, or if there was a difference. Turns out, there is. My other account has gotten more feedback in a much shorter amount of time. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but I do think it's interesting. However, we're all just humans with silly fascinations.

Thanks for asking! I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend 💜

Você poderia fazer icons do Stiles Stilinski para usar no Spirit Fanfic?

Amo seu icons 🥹❤️✨️

aqui meu bem ⁠♡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ stiles stilinski icons.

For writers (and everyone in general) who have that desire to write in their heart but struggle with making themselves do it and enjoying the process of writing, you are not alone. It's not an easy thing and it takes a lot of brain power. It might come more naturally on some days, and not so much on others. Please be kind to yourself and your brain, just existing requires energy and it's ok if you don't accomplish every little thing every single day. We're all human. If you feel pressured by other people or yourself to write, just remember that there isn't a fatal consequence if you don't meet the deadline you want. You'll be ok and you're doing great. 💜

THE GRAY HAIRS? HIS HAND? OH MY GOSH?

I don't have time to write an entire drabble or whatever, but please, in honor of Christmas Eve, just think for a moment about Stiles frantically wrapping presents and making an absolute mess.

Imagine it's late, almost midnight, and he completely forgot to wrap the gifts he bought. He's huffing and puffing, shoving the paper over the boxes and other strangely shaped items, and smashing a ridiculous amount of tape on every corner and crevice. It's a shit show, but he needs to get it done.

In the middle of this chaos, his girlfriend calls him to wish him a good night and whatnot, and she can hear his rushed frustration and trouble with making his two lanky hands work the way he wants them to. She asks him if he's ok and what the hell is he doing?

He brushes her off and simply tells her that he forgot to do something important, yet again. She easily guesses the task at hand, thanks to all the noise he's making, and offers to come over and help him.

He quickly shuts her down in a slight panic, telling her that she absolutely cannot come over. She then pesters him about why he's so against the prospect, and eventually he caves: most of the presents are for her.

Merry Christmas Eve to everyone who celebrates and happy holidays to all! I hope everyone has a lovely day and good luck to those who are struggling! 💜

Tumblr... Please. Just stop. Please. Why are you doing this? What is going on? Do you need medical attention or something? Take a fucking breath and relax, oh my gosh.

The other day, my sister made fun of me for liking Tootsie rolls. This is how we found out that all of the guys I've liked are easily comparable to them. Tootsie rolls are my type. How do I go on from this epiphany, I-

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stiles had always been a nervous wreck. he easily became overwhelmed. he spoke at a quick pace as he struggled to ramble out his jumbled thoughts. there was an annoying habit he had of never looking anyone in the eye. he had a permanent wrinkle in between his brows from how much he furrowed them.

things shifted once he became hers and she became his. he was at ease whenever she was around. his shoulders relaxed and his hands no longer felt clammy. he didn’t need to wring his fingers out when he paced back and forth. the buzzing sound of overlapping voices silenced around him. the world slowed down and he was able to catch his breath.