"Have you seen my grey jacket?"
Stiles looks up from the television lazily, smirks as he watches Derek race around shirtless.
"I don’t think you should find it; stay like that all night."
"Stiles," Derek glances at his watch, "That isn’t helping!"
"So, c’m’ere and lemme help properly," Stiles sucks his lower lip between his teeth, palms his crotch, "I can be real helpful.”
"God, everything is about sex with you, Jesus Christ,” Derek snaps, tossing three of Stiles’ discarded sweaters off the back of the couch.
"Dude!" Stiles bats the sleeve of one away as it hits him in the face, "Watch it!"
"Why can’t you clear your shit up?"
"Because I’m too busy thinking about sex all the time apparently!" Stiles rolls to a stand, brandishes one of the sweaters in Derek’s face, "And, you were the one helping me out of this, jackass! I suppose I should blame myself for you jumping me the minute I come home, anyway. Seeing as I’m the one always thinking about—"
"I get it!" Derek yells, vanishing into his bedroom and beginning to throw more things around. "I take it back, fine, I’m at fault, like always."
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My dad just saw my report card and started yelling at me because there was an F on it, but it actually was F for female as in gender
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I really want to talk about what’s going on in the first panel.
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"I’m telling you," Isaac continued, “Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.”