littlecofiegirl:

Werewolf senses.

teenwolf:

So much sass

oopswheresthetardis:

Um, so are we not gonna talk about how when Danny and Ethan were making out Danny said, “It makes me feel like a survivor.” And then Ethan said, “I really hope you are.”

I really hope you are.

I really hope you are.

I really hope you are.

I REALLY HOPE YOU ARE.

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Ethan is going to turn Danny into a werewolf.

sinyhale:

haagendazstilinski:

ladyw1nter:

weredoc:

The Toyota commercial just came on and I’m screaming

I.

AM.

DEAD.

LMFAO WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON!!!!

I THINK I JUST DIED FROM LAUGHTER

AHAHAHAHAH OMG WHAT

shipsanddip:

“You… you…” Stiles can’t believe his eyes. There must have been something seriously fucked up with his cheerios. That’s the only possible explanation. Maybe he blacked out and poured Clorox on them instead of milk. Even if he didn’t, he wouldn’t mind having a swig of that particular bottle right now.

Derek doesn’t even look at him, just slams the door to the driver’s seat shut and locks the vehicle with his remote. Blip blip.

“I what? I came as fast as I could.”

Stiles turns his head to stare at Derek, mouth open, then to the monstrosity in his drive. Then back to Derek again.

“You traded in the Camaro… for this?”

Derek bristles visibly but then seems to force himself into a state of calm indifference.

“It’s fuel efficient. And takes more than two people.”

Somebody’s gonna have to do reconstructive surgery on Stiles’ face, because he’s never going to get his jaw off the ground. He takes two steps forward, stopping just shy of the shining black surface. He reaches out, pressing the pad of his index finger against the window. It’s real. It’s actually real.

“Did you hit your head?”

Derek’s face breaks into a frown. “What?”

“Did you fall and hit your head? Are you feeling well?”

“Stiles.” It’s a clear warning but Stiles is so beyond caring.

“There are other cars, Derek. Millions of cars that have those things, and when did that even become a priority for you? No nevermind, the point is, there are millions of cars that aren’t this complete boner killer. What even possessed you, is there a poltergeist outbreak I should know about?”

Derek folds his arms over his chest and the glare he levels at Stiles would put the fear of God in most. Unfortunately for Derek, when coupled with the beet red tips of his ears, the effect is lost completely.

“It’s practical.”

“Oh my god, I’m judging you. I’m judging you so hard.”

Stiles turns around and stalks up the driveway.

“I’m not getting in that. We’re taking the jeep. Also, I’m not blowing you until that’s been returned.”

Quoth the Warbler: A Fan-Fiction Site

quoth-the-warbler:

I am so happy to announce the launch of “Quoth the Warbler” — a fanfiction site for Warbler-centric writings! We’ve been working on the site for a few weeks and it’s finally ready to go.

It functions just like ScarvesAndCoffe or FF.net where you can sign up for an account and post your stories. Other users may track, favorite and review what you’ve posted. You may browse the existing fics by genre, character, pairing, kinks, ratings, etc. There are also categories for headcanons and roleplay. Basically, anything that you’ve written about the Warblers that others might enjoy reading, bring it here!

We’ve already got a few dozen stories and over 120,000 words of Warbler reading. You can check out what’s been posted and/or add your own contributions.

If you have any pairings or other classifications that you would like added, feel free to submit them, as well as any other suggestions or questions you may have.

Warble on!

HW