This person deserves the internet award.
This person deserves a fandom award. *slow claps*
One more for the road. Calling it 22 for the sake of argument since this’ll be the 22nd freebie. I don’t know how many posts I’ve made since some of them I’ve done double winners and I’m way bad at keeping track.
I’m going to try to make this a Thursday through Monday tradition for as long as I can over the course of 3B airing. I realize that that’s probably way annoying, so savior ‘megs lacrosse hoodie giveaways’ if you want to avoid it on your dashes :( Sorry guys. I wish there were a more elegant way to do this and still give everyone a fair chance.
I have to skip next week though since I’ll be in LA for Days of the Wolf.
- Someone gets a hoodie
- Any size any color
- Shipped anywhere
- One like, one reblog.
- Winner is picked via random number generator
- Winner is contacted via tumblr message
- Giveaway is over at 9:30PM EST on MONDAY, FEB 10th
LMAO This last bit is just too funny.
"this literal queen is going to nail it again next year (the album, not the guitarist)."
He nails him too, no worries. ;)
oh my god
If anyone is gonna nail it, it would be the guitarist.
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so i slowed this so you see frame-to-frame.
look how terrified he was here. he’s going against not only his alpha, but his uncle peter. he doesn’t want to do this, doesn’t understand this, because this is his family and he’s alone and not strong enough for this—
i literally cannot even think about derek right now dont touch me anyone
JUST A REMINDER THAT DEREK PUTS HIMSELF THROUGH THE HORROR OF THIS EXPERIENCE TO SAVE STILES’S LIFE
"I have no idea who you are. I’ve never seen you before in my life until I saw you in that Starbucks."
Something twisted in Stiles’ gut, he could feel the rug being yanked out from underneath him. “What did you say your name was?”
"Norman. Norman Eugene. I’m twenty-six and I’m from Kissimmee, Florida."
"Oh God," Stiles said, Derek’s words sending an icy fist wrapping around his heart. "So um, Jesus, um, here? Me? Fuck, how? Why here?"
"Because of you. Your scent. I followed it. It – you smelled like home."
The words hit Stiles like a punch to the chest, the icy fist in his chest squeezing his heart and pulling it out, leaving nothing but a gaping hole behind. “I need to sit down,” he whispered, sinking down to the ground right there on the sidewalk. He bent over and put his head between his knees.
Clasping his hands behind his neck, Stiles shut his eyes, focused on his breathing, tried not to pay attention to the images in his head or the possible implications of Derek’s words. His phone rang and he put it up to his ear.
"He doesn’t remember," he said into it tonelessly.
"Remember what?" Lydia asked.
I gotta hand it to you if you can find what’s wrong with this picture.
I cannot figure it out
oh good God he’s an alien
oh my god
I DONT UNDERSTAND SOMEONE EXPLAIN
Oh WOW Didn’t even know that this kind of male species exist!