Outstanding Heterosexual: Quinn Fabray

Teen Wolf AU - In legend, banshees are typically spirits, messengers from the underworld. So when Lydia dies, she comes back as one of these messengers. She may not have claws or super strength, but her glowing eyes and her banshee scream help her get in touch with other spirits and warn of impending doom.

What do you mean this didn’t happen?

What do you mean this didn’t happen?

imthebxss:


             She-Wolf

    inspired by x

imthebxss:

             She-Wolf

    inspired by x

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the-padfoots:

When you open your mouth and a Scottish accent comes out, people are surprised. You speak English really well, they say, and you nod politely as if your first words hadn’t been some form of ‘mum’ like 99% of the Hogwarts population. It gets better after a while—eleven year olds don’t really care where you’re from, as long as you’re nice and share your Honeydukes packages—so when the Beauxbatons delegation arrives your fifth year and that strange new potato dish appears on the table, you and Marietta Edgecombe, who’s also from Scotland, laugh and tell everyone that stovies are nothing new, really.

Still, that night when Roger Davies coaxes you to sneak up to the Astronomy Tower with him, he calls you exotic. You call him silly. Your grandparents are Chinese, but you have lived in Scotland all your life. Yet you follow him to the Astronomy Tower anyway, and let his ice blue eyes slide over your body because, for once, having porcelain skin and jet black hair makes you beautiful instead of just abnormal. For a while, at least, you are exotic.

Those Beauxbaton girls are exotic too, though, especially the girl with flowing blonde hair Davies fawns over all the way to the Yule Ball. You take that news unexpectedly well. Deep inside, you always knew you couldn’t compete with a Beauxbaton girl. They are French, and that’s the kind of exotic Hogwarts boys really want.

Except the Hufflepuff one, the one with grey eyes you had a crush on back in third year. Cedric Diggory, from Ottery St. Catchpole. He finds you by the lake, takes you aside under a beech tree as your friends giggle in the background, and shyly asks if you will go the Yule Ball with him. He shouldn’t be this shy. He needn’t be shy at all, because ‘yes’ tumbles out of your mouth with no reservation. He is so very handsome.

And good. And sweet. So deliciously, blithely sweet. He kisses you unexpectedly your first date at Madame Puddifoot’s Teashop, and then again in the alleyway behind Zonko’s. When you come up for breath and take a peak at this boy who makes your nerves tingle, his eyes remain closed as his lips reach for another taste.

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frighteningfox:

jontronshat:

cunicular:

Your first time is NOT supposed to hurt

You are NOT supposed to bleed

If you bleed, that is NOT your hymen being ‘popped’, it is a tear due to lack of sexual arousal and natural lubrication.

This is all a MYTH perpetrated by men so they don’t have to make sure you are comfortable and sufficiently aroused enough before you have sex with them. It is an excuse to disregard and hurt you.

I just really want women to know this.

wait…. really?

yes really

hi y’all!!!! so i guess maybe you’ve noticed i’ve disappeared from tumblr a bit (not that that’s unusual for me whoops), but i’m back!!! on semi-hiatus bc school started back on tuesday and i’m working more now, but still back!!!

buuuuuut, you can reach me on twitter (i’m ohmccalls!!!))), so come hit me up!!! i hope you all have an amazing weekend <3

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ericayukimura:

STISAAC WEEK: day two

It takes four long years, three sets of paperwork, two emotional breakdowns, and a plane ticket, but they finally have a place that’s theirs. Kissing on a throne of cardboard boxes beats trying to hold hands through a laptop screen by a mile.

ericayukimura:

STISAAC WEEKday two

It takes four long years, three sets of paperwork, two emotional breakdowns, and a plane ticket, but they finally have a place that’s theirs. Kissing on a throne of cardboard boxes beats trying to hold hands through a laptop screen by a mile.

do you know any spirits?

is she for real?



all hail the queen.

unashamed multishipper with a not so secret bisexual side.

technically, this is a multifandom blog, but there's a ridiculous amount of hot teenage werewolves around here.

i was ohmccalls

on semi hiatus bc uni