So I have a lot of obsessions but my biggest ones are for Dylan O'Brien, Teen Wolf and, last but not least, those five idiots called One Direction. I'm currently watching OUAT so you can find some post related to the show (peter pan for life). (ps: multifandom btw. actually more mess than multifandom but whatever)

Previously 0620josh/obriehale (gonna change my url again soon).
hope you will enjoy this mess! +
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duduhale:

IM CRYING

lapelosa:

prwflowers:

harrywillbemine:

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#CASUALLY STROLLING NOT LOOKING AT HARRY IS HARRY PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR I MEAN I DON’T CARE IT’S WHATEVER

 (le-mon-face)

THROUGH THE YEARS: Dylan O’Brien ▶ San Diego Comic Con
(2010-2013)

Niall with fans outside a pub tonight, apparently he was drunk x/x/x/x

lycantrophies:

“You’re not terrible to live with,” Stiles says rolling his eyes.

“I am, but you put up with it and, thanks.”

“Huh,” Stiles says again, scratching at his chin. “You think your roommate’s gonna forgive you?”

“I don’t know,” Derek says carefully.

“He seems like a kinda cool guy, you know, what do you think?”

“He’s alright,” Derek grinds out, seeing the twinkle in Stiles’ eyes.

“Yeah? What’s his best quality?”

“Stiles—”

“Nope, come on, fucking work for it, man.”

“He’s good at lacrosse,” Derek says finally.

“Sports? You’re giving me sports?”

“And you’re polite when you want to be. You drive Finstock up the wall which is fun for me to watch. You’re kind, even to Jackson when he’s not looking. You’re very awesome,” he says finally, wincing at the words even as he says them.

Stiles laughs gleefully and leaps up, half dives at Derek to give him a hug. Derek stumbles backwards and they hit the bed, Stiles a tangle of limbs around his. “You’re alright, too I guess,” Stiles says breathlessly as he leans over Derek.

Derek feels his lips part, gratefully surprised at Stiles’ easy acceptance of his awkwardness, shocked at their closeness, the way Stiles feels stretched over him. Stiles blinks down at him, his eyes darkening as he licks his lips unconsciously, Derek tracks the movement before looking back up at him. The afternoon sun’s filtering through the window making the room hazy and warm, Derek lets his hands trail up Stiles’ arms, going to catch his jaw, and Stiles is letting him, leaning down—

The door snaps open and Derek is literally banning people from entering his room.

Losers by stilinskisparkles

mydearsourwolf:

A Study in Stiles (requested by Brii haagendazstilinski)