Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

devildoll:

teenwolf:

Those smiles.

Daniel, give Hoechlin his cardigan back right now.

Thats it, kill me now, I need to shoot myself into the sun.

roseandthebeast:

teenwolf:

Sometimes Jeff Davis sends you an email with the subject line “Tyler and Daniel bring the sexy” and then this is inside.

today, on ‘is it Teen Wolf, or is it gay porn…’

Please be gay porn, please be gay porn…

That one time they were sassy boyfriends who judged people together.

(Isaac wrote about it in his ~journal later)

(Source: deucaliony)

soursheep:

you're a king and i'm a lionheart

#skateboarder street artist AU KAT #Scott skates past Isaac every day on his way down the boardwalk #sometimes he has company #the dude he boards with is always waving his arms around #bitching about some scary sounding tattoo artist that won’t put out #and Isaac sometimes draws him #sometimes he just watches#but every day he watches Scott sail past #and wonders where he goes #and one day the kid in the bullseye shirt is passing by #with the scary sounding dude who is JUST AS SCARY IN PERSON #but keeps shooting the flailing kid these impossibly FOND looks #and bullseye tee shirt kid stops to look at Isaac’s stuff and TOTALLY recognises Scott #and gets totes excited and explains #Scott’s had a crush on Isaac all summer #which is why they’ve been going the fucking long way round to the bowl #and scary guy snorts and mutters something about ~that being a convenient story #bullseye tee shirt kid tells him to shut it and his shop just happened to be on the way too #then blinks and tells Isaac that his bff Scott wants to take him to coffee and like sing songs about his hair #and scary dude sighs and tries to pretend like they’re not holding hands #and Isaac gives them the picture of Scott with his number on the bottom #and then Scott turns up the next day minus the skateboard #and sort of shuffles in front of him #till Isaac gives up waiting and buys them both ice cream (halesparkles)

CEEJ THAT IS PRECIOUS.

(Source: objectveit)

helenish:

“And then, Scott and Stiles told Ethan, um—that he could come to Lydia’s party, and they’d—after, they could—hang out.” Isaac finished, twisting his hands together. It had been worse than that, Stiles smiling, leaning back against the locker, close enough to touch Ethan, who’d been grinning at Scott, talking to him, but with his arm brushing casually against Stiles’.

“Okay,” Derek said softly, staring down at his feet. “Thanks.” He didn’t talk much, lately, but it wasn’t the awful silence that Isaac had grown used to at home, just quiet, comfortable. Derek had rented an apartment and gotten himself appointed Isaac’s legal guardian through a combination of bribery and meticulously forged documents, some of which he’d made himself, sitting at the kitchen table, hands steady, inking in a birth certificate  that proved that Derek’s grandfather had been Isaac’s aunt’s cousin. He made dinner and checked Isaac’s homework and fell asleep on the couch in sock feet in front of Friends reruns finger marking his place in another musty book with a weird symbol on the cover. He took Isaac out in the woods and ran with him; he didn’t mention the others, even though Isaac knew it wasn’t supposed to be that way. You couldn’t have a pack with just two wolves.

“So what do you—should I talk to them about it?” Isaac said. “Scott might listen to me, I don’t—”

“Yeah,” Derek said. “I—” he stared at Isaac for a minute, face still and worried, and then shook his head like there was water in his ear and said, “You know what, fuck it. You want to go for a drive?”

“Uh. Okay,” Isaac said. Derek grabbed his keys, no coat, walked into the stairwell and down to the parking lot, Isaac trailing behind. “Where, um—” he started.

“You want a smoothie or something?” Derek said.

“Sure,” Isaac said. He hadn’t been allowed sweets at home; Derek didn’t care, but he didn’t like sweet things himself and never thought to buy them. 

Derek drove them out of town, out of Beacon Hills, two towns over. You could get a smoothie in Beacon Hills, Isaac thought, but didn’t say. Derek parked at the end of a strip mall, next to a dry cleaner and a grocery store and a bagel place, said,

“My friend Val owns this place, so—you can. She knows about us.”

It was sunny and warm inside; they were alone at a little table in the back. Isaac did his homework; Derek read. They talked a little, but not about Scott or Stiles, the twins, Erica and Boyd, none of that. 

*shrieks*

Ok, I can’t go on, let me just die here. So many pack feels.

(Source: ich-liebe-schoki)