Lupus Ululaturus Est
"The Wolf is About to Howl"

© everlark


if english isn’t your first language but you think and dream in english and sometimes have to mentally translate from english to your first language when speaking it as a consequence of your consistent exposure to the internet clap your hands

You’re my best friend,
                                and  I  n e e d  y o u .

W e ‘l l  f o o l  y o u .
                          W e ’ l l  f o o l e v e r y o n e .



I did meet a fake geek girl once.

We were at school and she started to casually drop in that she liked comics/games/”geek stuff”, at the time I was wearing an iroman shirt. Deeper into the conversation i found that she didn’t know what I meant when I was referring to anything about the characters. When I questioned her about it a few days later she admitted that she had really just said it to get to know me better.

We ended up dating and while we were dating she got really into comics, DC especially, and found out that she really did enjoy the things she first said she did. I took her to her first convention. She met another guy there and ended up breaking up with me for him.

I went on to discover I was gay and fucked her brother.

Moral of the story. Comics lead to sex in the most unexpected ways.

This story was a riot from start to finish.


teen wolf + tilt shift 2/?


You’re not a monster. YOU’RE A W E R E W O L F .


best dead friends forever


best dead friends forever

amy dyer    kieren walker    in the flesh    fanart    

Believe it or not, that’s progress.


Bodice and skirt, mid-17th century

From the Museum of Applied Arts



You may think it’s unfair that we have to counteract and adjust ourselves for the ill behavior of other men. You know what? You’re right. It is unfair. Is that the fault of women? Or is it the fault of the men who act abysmally and make the rest of us look bad? If issues of fairness bother you, get mad at the men who make you and your actions appear questionable.

Because when it comes to assessing a man, whatever one man is capable of, a woman must presume you are capable of. Unfortunately, that means all men must be judged by our worst example. If you think that sort of stereotyping is bullshit, how do you treat a snake you come across in the wild?

…You treat it like a snake, right? Well, that’s not stereotyping, that’s acknowledging an animal for what it’s capable of doing and the harm it can inflict. Simple rules of the jungle, man. Since you are a man, women must treat you as such.

The completely reasonable and understandable fear of men is your responsibility. You didn’t create it. But you also didn’t build the freeways either. Some of the things you inherit from society are cool and some of them are rape culture.


A Gentlemen’s Guide To Rape Culture

This whole article should be required reading for every man, complete with actual tips on what men can do to combat rape culture. 

(via theashleyclements)

Please.  It would make things so much easier.

(via tamorapierce)

Derek is a Tiny House enthusiast set up in the BH preserve. Stiles is the deputy who comes at least once a week to give Derek a citation. Only the 1st was real. Derek stops reading them a month in. The latest fines him for being '2 damn fine'. idek



Laura’s already called back to hire contractors to level the burnt out Hale house - she’s not coming back to Beacon Hills, but if her brother is, she doesn’t want him lurking around the old place - because that’s totally a thing he would do, she knows. And it’s easier, in a way, to make a call and have other people demolish that sad point of their history - an avoidance tactic, sure, but that’s practically Laura’s M.O. You cut off the dead arm and move on - she did it after the fire, dragging a sullen Derek to New York, and pushed Beacon Hills out of her mind. 

They still own all that land in the preserve, though, and Derek - Derek’s always been too sentimental and too willful by turns. And when he gets an idea in his head - well, they’re both Hales. Stubborn is practically drilled into their DNA. So Derek goes back to Beacon Hills. 

So Derek’s staying in a motel while he figures out what to do for housing, and he gets a call from one of his friends back in New York - David, who has a mustache he full well knows is hideous, who wears roller blades everywhere (and Derek has no idea how David hasn’t killed himself yet, skating haphazardly down the streets and sidewalks of New York City, the kid’s a menace). So he answers the phone and David practically yells in his ear, “Dude! Why didn’t you tell anyone you were moving? It took me three days and a frantic conversation with Laura to figure out you weren’t actually dead!”

Derek scuffs his socked foot against the end of the bed ans sighs. “Sorry, man.”

"Laura’s scary," David says. 

Derek nods even though he knows David can’t see him. He says, “I needed a change of pace.”

David scoffs at him. But he talks at Derek for the next thirty minutes, hardly letting Derek get a word in edgewise and - it’s David who gives him the idea. 

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sterek    stiles stilinski    derek hale    teen wolf    fanfic