nat i'm 18 from manchester and i'm dating ian bohen (◕‿◕✿)
“That’s Peter, Derek’s uncle. A little while back he tried to kill us all and then we set him on fire and Derek slashed his throat.”
things i love
- hot dads
- hot 35 year olds
- powerful men
- rich men
- hot dads
do u know how hard it is to love a character that’s an asshole on a regular basis knowing that they’re an asshole and they’ve done asshole things but whenever u look at them u are just like. wow. u asshole. i love u. but u. are an asshole
Hello friends uwu
I decided to start a little project on my own for a perfect human being called Ian Bohen.
What I am trying to do is very simple, actually.
I want to collect a lot of nice and lovely and funny and caring messages from all of you and put it together into a book.
That book is gonna travel all the way from germany to the uk with me and will be presented to Ian at wolfsbane 2. (If he let’s me near him, that is.)
So, I am asking you all to please please please submit stuff even if it’s just a simple “I love you”. It will help a lot and it will probably and hopefully make Ian really happy :D
Also please reblog this and show it to your friends and to your friends’ friends and spread this shit like nutella! ;)
Thank you so much ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)
im sorry what happened in the last episode i blocked most of it out
Stiles is (still) single when the pack’s getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles’ unique forms of persuasion.
Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort’s version of the Newlywed game. Only it’s completely obvious it’s going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.
Most probably homicide.
Plot twist: It doesn’t.
“Dude, I want my whole vacation paid for,” Stiles argues, the next night, an hour before they have to leave for the beach, waving at the informational poster in his hand.
“I’ll pay for the damn trip,” Derek argues, snatching the paper away from him. Stiles huffs in annoyance. “What part of this sounds like a good plan Stiles?” Derek asks, incredulous. “There’s no way in hell we could ever actually win!”
“Then what’s there to lose!” Stiles shouts. “It’s not like it could hurt to try!”
“I’m pretty sure that’s just a serious lack of imagination on your part,” Derek reasons.
“C’mon you’ve nearly died like eight times, this isn’t even a thing that registers on the Derek Hale scale ‘o man pain,” Stiles snaps.
“I don’t know,” Derek grumbles, “pretending to be in a relationship with you seems a decent form of torture,” he sighs. Stiles’ face crumples into an angry pout and he crosses his arms over his chest.
“You are a sizeable jackass, and when we win the reimbursement I’m sharing none of it with you. I’m spending it all on Reese’s and porn subscriptions,” Stiles hisses, pushing a laughing Derek out of the way in his attempt to get to the bathroom to get ready.
ONCE WHEN I WAS LIKE 8 WE WENT TO BRITISH COLOMBIA AND MY BROTHER THREW SEEDS ALL OVER ME AND MY DAD TOOK THIS PICTURE AND IVE BEEN LAUGHING FOR 487589437 YEARS
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