saw this posted without credit so i’m reposting with it
And some days I can’t even trust myself. —
Going to bed now. Maybe if I SHOUT FROM THE HEAVENS I’LL GET /AN ASK/ by tomorrow but somehow I doubt it.
♛: my “FOREVER” pairing
♔: my “sometimes” pairing (if i’m in the mood)
旦: my “friends-with-benefits” pairing
☆: my “adele” pairing (“WE COULD HAVE HAD IT AAAAAALL”)
☁: my “angst” pairing
✖: my “hate sex” pairing
۞: my “working on it” pairing
ℨ: my favorite threesome
☄: my “crack” pairing
Stiles ran his hands through his hair after he dried it. It was getting long, and the realization did nothing to settle his nerves. He slipped some boxers on then followed with his lacrosse shorts. He pulled a tank top on just as he heard Danny’s arrival. He put the towel on his chair and called out, “In my room!” He continued moving around, keeping himself busy, to keep his nerves at bay.
It just hit me there is less than two weeks until teen wolf. Wtf? Yesterday we had 48 days left.
MY BODY IS NOT READY.
Almost a fortnight ago, I received an e-mail from a Sonja Schmitt and she wrote, and I quote:
“Help, help, oh lord Jesus, where has the chocolate silk pie recipe gone? i wanted to write it down for a friend of mine who’s going to get married in June. can you save her wedding by sending me…
they call me macklemore in math class because im like
what what what what what
what what what what what what what
what what what what
do you ever get into one of those situations where you’re like “I need to stop hating this particular person it’s not going to get me anywhere I’m just going to grow up and move on with my life” but then they do the tiniest thing to piss you off and then you’re like “nope fuck you right off I want to throw you off a bridge”
Stiles blushed at the sound of Dave’s groan. He got off his lap, then handed Dave the rest of the drink. He sat down on the couch again, leaving some space between them. “Um, okay that was, I’m sorry. That was really counter-productive.”
He took the drink and watched as Stiles sat down again. “What the hell?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows at what he just said. “Yeah, okay.. Yep.. totally.” He said, downing the rest of his drink in one sip.
“The-the lap thing. Like saying no sex then that,” Stiles explained, his arms gesturing as he spoke. “That was counter-productive. Um, so bed now? Or what did I say we were gonna-oh! Your arm right?” He turned to Dave and took his hand. “I’m telling you though, if you gush blood at me I will get revenge later.”
If masturbating while stoned isn’t called weed whacking I don’t know how to live my life anymore