i hate remembering good times that i had with people who ended up being really shitty to me
teen wolf spoiler: the dark spirit with the mask is actually jackson. everyone forgot about him, didn’t respond to his post cards and didn’t put ‘happy birthday’ on his facebook wall, so he decides to get some revenge with a mask he picked up at some weird store in london.
nothing says ‘i’m sad you forgot me’ like tormenting your old friends.
I am equal parts relentlessly protective over Derek and shamelessly wanting to do things to/with his face.
said every Teen Wolf fan ever
3b ends and the masked man takes off his mask and it’s jackson whittemore
"surprise bitch, i bet you thought you’d seen the last of me"
if genitals don’t touch/aren’t touched in your fic, you had better not rate it anything higher than PG-13/Teen. R for violence my fucking ass. You’re not the MPAA, this isn’t a movie. if I walk into your R-rated fic and all they do is kiss a little, I’m going to curse your crops and come for your children like a fucking thief in the goddamn night.
i fucking hate how nervous people make me like i can’t even walk down the road without feeling judged and that is just ridiculous.
Go to Starbucks. Order coffee for “Prisoner 24601”
When they call out your order, jump up and yell “My name is Jean Valjean!”
And if the barista replies with “AND I’M JAVERT," you tip that so hard
It never gets old.
this planet sucks nothing works. the Volcanoes dont work like 1/10 of them work. the ocean is poorly lit. the dryers in public washrooms dont do shit. im sick of this place