That’s not a dream. A dream is something that fills up the emptiness inside. The one thing that you know, if it came true, all the hurt would go away. You singing ‘Don’t Cry For Me Argentina’ in front of a sold-out crowd is not a fantasy. It’s an inevitability.

tagged → #glee

W I C K E D  I S  G O O D 

tagged → #the maze runner

stilesbatinski:

colin-fucking-morgan:

thagirlwhocan:

jjlj13:

lumos5000:

lumos5000:

lumos5000:

peenchesters:

can you document the exact moment your life started going downhill?

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i can

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me too

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can’t forget this one

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nothing is more accurate.

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tagged → #sterek

inderlander:

Teen Wolf - 3x06 // 3x24  [Fire and Ice]

To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:

thejadedkiwano:

Let’s play a game.

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

you

also

what

when

why

how

look

because

never

edsheeran:

'you find me busking on a street when it was cold outdoors, now i’m sweating on a stage of a sold out tour' (2007-2014)

thomaswillhiddles:

mrs-cucumberbachelor:

bones-get-that-thing-off-my-face:

three-patch-problem3:

ishouldntbeallowedoutinpublic:

who-lock-loki-lover:

amhil-has-thoughts:

riddleswithtom:

hatalie:

9 has no time for your philosophizing.

nine is tired of your crap

Nine was the sassiest. 

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to scroll past this gifset without reblogging.

Can we also appreciate Rose please? She’s like his back up sassyness and being all “Bitch please, not today.”

is that simon pegg

yes. yes it is 

Scotty! Get your ass back on enterprise!

tagged → #doctor who #nine
x-serenade asked: dearest amy roseee <333 i hope you're doing well, my love :) so my birthday is on wednesday! if you have time, do you think you could write me a schmoopy sterek ficlet? something with birthday cake, perhaps? :D it doesn't have to be long *glomp* tysm!!

stilinskisparkles:

Happy Birthday, bby i remembered your prompt from last year, and i put it together with this one, i hope that’s ok

~*~

“Greetings and salutations!”

Derek pauses at the entrance to the candy store, his niece and nephew cackling with uncontained glee as they rush off to examine the shelves bursting with sweets. He stops, only because there’s a guy dressed as Willy Wonka behind the till—of the Gene Wilder variety, and not the terrifying Johnny Depp variety, thank god—and he’s smiling brightly at Derek.

“How can I help you and your sweet tooth, today?” He shimmies, shimmies out from behind the counter, purple velvet coat swaying around him, and tips his hat at Derek. Close up, Derek can see big brown eyes, sweeping eyelashes and a pretty Cupid’s bow mouth. It’s an appealing combination, until he looks away from the entrancing face and takes in the bright red bowtie and yellow waistcoat.

“My niece and nephew,” he jerks an arm at them, “I promised they could get some candy before they go home.”

“Ha,” the guy laughs, claps his hands together, “Send them home high on sugar, your sister or brother will be calling you later with complaints.”

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tagged → #sterek #sterek fic
tagged → #stiles stilinski #tw

Second grade, Mrs. McCoy’s classroom. I doubt you remember this, but I do. We went around the room and we all said what we wanted to be when we grew up.