This is the kind of love I desire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They are everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Awesome Couple At Gas Station Make Dumb ‘Leno’ Skit The Best Thing To Ever Happen On ‘Leno’
Look, we don’t need to tell you that watching Leno is worse than having an entire sack of angry rattlesnakes forcefully inserted into your cancer-stricken ass. You know this. I know this. We all know this. (Well, everyone except the old people in middle America who watch him. But we know this too, so let’s just move on.) But last night something miraculous happened: the show produced a highly entertaining bit.
He blowin’ doe! Lmao
On the right day, that would totally be me. Totally…
This is perfect.
just made my day
Autumn looked up at the boy when he had stood up and turned to face her and she listened to what he had to say. Autumn looked down at his words, she didn’t mean to be like this with him but it happened when she was angry and that is what she was at the moment. “You know I can still tell you’re angry.” Autumn replied when he turned away from her. Somedays she wondered if he forgot that werewolves could do that.
Stiles nodded his head jerkily, still not turning back toward her. “And I bet I reek of it… Just because you know I’m mad, doesn’t mean I want you to see the emotions flick across my face.” Stiles covered his face with his hands, scrubbing it and then his head in a quick motion. He sighed and turned back to Fin, his face resigned. “Look Fin… I get that you’re mad about something. And as I can’t read your mind because you’re a werewolf, and I wouldn’t because invasion of privacy, I don’t know why. But please, can you not—yell at me? I would really appreciate that…”
It’s Breakfast Time || Isaac & Stiles (+)
Isaac groaned and blushed before his body pushed him into the kiss. He broke the embrace, crawling up onto Scott’s lap with a whine before he turned his head, baring his throat to Scott with a whimper.
Derek brushed his hand down Stiles side. “Thanks for getting Scott and Isaac together finally.” He murmured. “That kid has been so damn lovesick it was driving me crazy.” He added with a sigh.
Scott’s arm went around Isaac’s waist to keep him balanced, not wanting the other to fall. Slowly, Scott lowered his face and inhaled at the juncture between Isaac’s neck and shoulder, half-shutting his eyes as Isaac’s scent permeated his nose. Scott lifted his face and turned before placing a kiss to the bare expanse of neck, growling softly in pleasure and possession. He gently bit down were he had kissed, before licking from that spot up to Isaac’s jaw, where he started to nibble.
Stiles huffed a laugh, squirming slightly at the brush of fingers down his sensitive skin. “That’s me! Pack mom, matchmaker extraordinaire!” He chuckled at his words, petting Derek’s hair. “They needed each other. Isaac needs someone who would fiercely protect him from all the things, and Scott needs someone who needs him, whose family doesn’t want to kill him on sight, who respects him as what he is. I just sort of… interfered a great deal, yes I know.” Stiles shrugged unapologetically “It had to be done, and let’s face it, you’re not Pack Mom.”
an innocentpuppy started following you
Isaac nodded, listening to Stiles. It was kinda nice. Usually he was cooking for Derek and there was no real conversation. Just Derek showing up and grunting. Or Peter being an asshole and mocking him while he tried to cook. Either way was no fun.
“Oh,” he said softly, shrugging. With as big as the hoodie was, he assumed… Well he’d never really paid attention to Stiles body before. Never had a reason to. He was aesthetically pleasing but it always seemed like bounds that shouldn’t be crossed.
Stiles gave him a look, as if he knew exactly what Isaac were thinking, even though there was no way Stiles could read his mind—oh wait! But as he couldn’t read a werewolf’s mind, Stiles only got vague impressions before platting Isaac’s quesadilla and presenting it to him, pointing to the sour cream, salsa, and ranch dressing already on the table. “Dig in, Ponyboy.”
Stiles grabbed his own, chicken and onions and mushrooms and cheese, and sat next to Isaac. After a moment of fiddling with stuff, Stiles had to fill the silence. “Well, I’m not anorexic model thin, but I’m not built like a brick wall. That’s Boyd’s department, really.”
Rearranging the house || Stiles and Naya
Naya giggles, leaning into him. She loved being with him. He made her feel amazing no matter what she looked like. Naya shakes her head. She wishes she wasn’t as big as she was so she could get closer to him. She always looking to get closer to his body. ”I’m happy for you, babe.” She grinned at him. Naya giggles once again. “Oh, I already have my hands full with you and the puppies and Derek’s Betas. I love you with all my heart, but I can’t.”
Stiles laughed, because it was totally true. She had sort of become more of a pack mom then Stiles had in all the years he had been in the pack. Now they kind of tag teamed it. So yeah, she had a lot to handle. Not to mention she was pregnant and was going to pop soon. “Which is exactly why I’m hoping he’s more like you in the mellow department. Or even Jackson.” He grinned at the joke. Jackson was not mellow at all. Boyd was the most even tempered member of the pack. “And you know all the betas will be more than happy to help out.” He pressed a kiss to Naya’s cheek. “Did you know that Isaac has been practically pestering me with questions? He’s really excited, just like Derek. He’s just not sure how to act around a pregnant woman, which is why he’s been seemingly staying away.”
That moment when I’ve replied to everything and I’m waiting on responses and just…
And now I’m officially caught up on replies!
Should I post a generic starter? I haven’t done that in a while… And I don’t do it very often…