Life Goes On...

Life Goes On... Hey i'm Laiken, I'm 18 and I live in Ontario, Canada. I post anything and everything that I want! :)
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Deputy “I’m-A-Model-In-My-Spare-Time” Jordan Parrish

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emmasneverland:

wherever there is you, I will be there too

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fight like a girl

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sammybitchfacewinchester:

fricken-nuggets:

fricken-nuggets:

Whats red and bad for your teeth?

a brick

well you’re not wrong

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captainswaan:

"It was the  r i g h t  thing to do.”

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coffeeinallcaps:

(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

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AH YES, FIRST SON STILES STILINSKI.

"Stiles," Derek says, "oh God, Stiles."

He’s shirtless, and Stiles would wonder why, except he’s too exhausted, too dehydrated, too terrified to speak. What matters is that Derek is here, he’s here, it’s over, it’s over, Derek is—

"I’m here," Derek says, "Stiles, I’m here, it’s okay, I’m here," and he sinks to his knees, takes Stiles’ cuffed wrists between his warm hands, then reaches for Stiles’ shoulder, the cut on his cheek, the bruise on his forehead, quick investigative touches that are too reassuring, too comforting to bear, and Stiles can’t help it— he presses his face to Derek’s naked chest and sobs.

OR, ALTERNATIVELY:

"Derek?" Stiles whispers, voice rough. "What are you— what is it? What’s going on?"

"Ssh," Derek says. "Go back to sleep." He checks the window again, checks the door, checks his earpiece. His movements are fluid, efficient, and when he finally lowers his gun and says, "Don’t worry, everything’s fine. False alarm," Stiles doesn’t doubt him for a second.

"Come back to bed," he says sleepily, patting the mattress. "It’s lonely in here without you."

(Not sure whether this is a dream or not; if so, Stiles wakes up with a jolt, half-flustered by and half-impressed with the amount of detail his subconscious provided, the dark swirls of the tattoo on Derek’s back, the way he’d almost been able to smell Derek, feel the combined heat of their bodies as they moved together. The next morning when Stiles passes Derek in the hallway, he feels his face heat up. “Morning,” he says, ducking his head, and Derek - straight-backed, immaculately suited up, not a tattoo in sight - says, “Morning.”)

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Steven R. McQueen - Just Jared Spotlight shoot

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"We go together like bangers and mash, like cream tea and scones, like a put-upon everyman character actor and a big posh flamboyant manic pixie dream boy with cheekbones you could balance a BAFTA on."

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"Benedict Cumberbatch" to "Martin Freeman"

(Lewis Macleod is Not Himself BBC Radio 4)

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