Brie | 19 | Female (but only on days that end in y)
No, but seriously

Anonymous screamed: sterek being reunited after surviving the zombie apocalypse unknowing if the other was alive or dead AU. my soul needs this


3rd April, 2013 2015 we had sex in a broken down car wash. can check off steamy hand prints on a window from the bucket list. FUCK YEAH.

Stiles kept a log of everything. The camp stopped counting days, calendars were useless, phones had no signal, time was measured purely in trips in and out of the gate. Footfall, heads at tables, mouths being fed, those were what mattered to the Sheriff, to everyone in charge. It didn’t make a difference if it was a Tuesday or a Thursday. 

But, Stiles needed something to commemorate the day, to have it written down, and Derek found a journal on one of their scouting trips, brought it back and tossed it on the bed. 

"To stop you scraping damn notches on the bed post," he’d remarked. 

Stiles had laughed, smirked at him even as his eyes were fond and filled with gratitude, “Everyone else thinks they’re for something else.”

"They must think we have a great deal of stamina," Derek had replied, dropping down on the lumpy mattress. 

Stiles had hummed, run dirty but gentle fingers through Derek’s hair, “Or, that we’re desperate and frantic at the end of the world.”

"Is that why you kissed me last year, then?"

"Nope, I would have done that eventually; I’ve always been desperate about you, obviously."

"Obviously," Derek had repeated drily, buried his face in Stiles’ thigh, listened to him write something on the first page, his heartbeat fill the room. 

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Bring Me The Horizon - Sleepwalking


Bring Me The Horizon - Sleepwalking



Jenna Robinson & William Giles - “Selfie” (NPS 2014)

"When we hold the cameras, news stations can’t pretend we don’t exist. So tell me again that the camera is not an instrument of change."

Performing for Hawaii during prelims at the 2014 National Poetry Slam. 

Ugh my heart. I’m honored to be mentioned in this badass poem!

I’d very much like to punch a feminist.





I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist.

It’d bring me great joy.


I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs

ready when you are

Or if you’d like to have some more options….

I’m 6’4”
228 pounds
and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football.
Just in case you are looking for variety.


what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.




*plays with tie nervously at job interview* 

"Sorry, I’ve never had a job interview and I’m nervous haha."

"That’s okay just please stop playing with my tie and sit on your side of the desk"


Artwork for Rabbit Hearted by Secondstar (Sacrifice!Stiles/Wolf!Derek)

“The wolves will come for you at the Rock,” he said, looking into Stiles’ eyes as he plunged the knife into his side. Stiles screamed out in pain, his hand covering the wound as Deaton withdrew it. Blood dripped down skin. “You’ll save us all.” 

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La Dispute - The Last Lost Continent 
By: Justin
La Dispute - The Last Lost Continent 
By: Justin

"Barb, honey… we’re dead. I don’t think we have very much to worry about anymore."

Beetlejuice (1988) (X)