Natalie, 14, Canada.
I am also hopelessly in love with Grant Ward and John Young.
gryffindor | athena district four
watching: Teen Wolf S4, Finding Carter S1
(re)reading: the House of Hades
semi-hiatus, on vacation. queue set up!
I started In The Flesh and I really like it!!
I haven’t seen JL nudes and that means I’m following the right people.
my life. OR I post a really crappy thing and 500000000 notes later im like ok??
THIS IS SO ACCURATE THOUGH damn that’s so sad
do you ever post something you worked really hard on and it gets no notes and ur like “cool”
Today is Scott’s birthday. He remembers this immediately when he wakes up, the thought somehow taking precedence over all the things that usually wake him up, the vague but persistent worrying about the latest threat to Beacon Hills, about his mom’s safety, about Stiles and Liam and Kira and Derek and—
Scott opens his eyes and immediately flails, pushing himself back into his bed in the face of—
"Stiles!" he shouts hoarsely. Stiles is still leaning over him, grinning broadly.
"Happy birthday! Go shower and put this on," Stiles says, shoving swim trunks and a t-shirt into Scott’s arms.
"Stiles," Scott says, still bleary-eyed but sitting up properly now and holding up the unfamiliar red t-shirt. "I’m not wearing a shirt that says—"
“‘World’s Best Alpha’?” Stiles supplies, and sure enough someone has actually paid to have that custom printed on the shirt Scott is holding. “It’s awesome, right?”
Scott fondly shakes his head. “Not that I’m not flattered, but you do know that the whole werewolf thing is still a secret, right?”
Stiles waves a hand carelessly. “I mean, who in town doesn’t know by now anyway? I wouldn’t be surprised if come prom time you get a Buffy-style parasol thing.”
Scott is still biting back an embarrassed smile over that as he showers and gets dressed.
By the time he walks into the living room his mom is sipping coffee in her pajamas while Stiles flips pancakes. Outside, someone leans on a car horn for almost a full minute. Stiles winces when Melissa gives him a murderous look.
"We should probably head out before they storm the castle, Scotty," he says, and Scott is still stuffing a to-go pancake into his mouth when his mom stands to give him a hug.
"Happy birthday, kid," she says warmly. He swallows the last bite and then drops a kiss to her cheek before he gets tugged away by Stiles.
"Bye, Melissa! We’ll take good care of him!"
Behind them, Melissa sticks her head out the door and shouts, “What you’ll take good care of is cleaning up the mess in my kitchen!”
Outside, a large minivan is packed with everyone and their beach gear. After a brief but furious fight between Lydia and Stiles (“I don’t trust you to drive your own car, much less a rental”), Malia impatiently grabs Stiles by the bicep and drags him into the back to sit next to her and Braeden. Liam gives Scott a wave and a smile from the passenger seat, and Kira is sitting in the middle, next to Derek on one side and the last empty spot on the other. She grins and beckons Scott in, gripping him by the shirt when he gets close enough to give him a very thorough kiss.
Scott’s still beaming dazedly from it when they pull onto the highway.
The beach is hot enough that everyone spends most of their time in the water, with the exception of Braeden and Derek, who are still lounging on the sand and massaging excessive amounts of sunblock into each other’s skin while the teenagers play their fifth game of chicken fight.
Around one they’re all starving, and they open the coolers to annihilate every sandwich that got packed. Scott has finished his fourth and is lying contentedly on his stomach when the others start to sing, wildly off-key, a rendition of “Happy Birthday” that is only barely recognizable. Scott sits up to see Liam holding a ridiculously large cake with the words, “Happy Birthday Scott!” written on it in neat, cursive frosting lettering that could only have been overseen by Lydia.
And Scott, unable to really help it, starts to cry.
Everyone looks down at him, horrified, and they all start talking at once, trying to figure out what’s wrong. Scott quickly wipes his hand across his face and shakes his head.
"No, I just—"
Scott can’t remember the last time this happened, can’t remember the last day when no one was in danger, when people weren’t dying all around him.
"I just— Thank you. Thanks," he says, and they seem to get it.
Kira kneels down next to him, gives him a soft smile and cards a hand through his hair.
"It’s okay, Scott. It was our turn to take care of you."
top 10 favourite movies » [1/10] : Pacific Rim (2013)
”Haven’t you heard Mr. Becket? The world is coming to an end. So where would you rather die? Here? or in a Jaeger?”
“There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.”
Skye season 2: bangs, sexy eyeliner, dark make up, dark clothes, super spy skills, deadly hot
You can’t go to the pharmacy without someone saying, “Hey, you’re the girl from Harry Potter!” and I’m like “Yeah! Just buying tampons, see you in a bit!”