i f i h a d a k e y
allisons: lydia, who throws the best parties in beacon hill?
l: what? me, o b v i o u s l y .
Beacon County Sheriff’s Department!
This is a crime scene. Show yourself.
The room beyond was as large as the council room in Alicante’s Gard, if not larger. The ceiling rose high above them, though instead of rows of seats a wide bare marble floor stretched toward a dais at the end of the room. Behind the dais were two massive, separate windows.Sunset light poured through each them, though one sunset was the color of gold, and the other was the color of blood
The light outside the windows had dimmed slightly, and she could see the dais more clearly.On it sat two immense well, the only word for them was “thrones.” They were ivory and gold, with steps leading up to them. Each had a curved back embossed with a single key.
It’s okay to want something for yourself once in a while. Team captain, Alpha Werewolf…
You’re still only h u m a n.
you’re not a monster. you’re a w e r e w o l f.
Tyler Posey takes over MTV’s Vine
What the hell are we doing here anyway? We have 117 million problems and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them. It is now.
"I love any of the scenes between Stiles and Lydia that are with them bantering." -Holland Roden
"i’d like to say i don’t believe in anything.. but i keep an open mind"
we were raised by wolves & we are still wild, we howl when the troubled wind blows
w h y s h o u l d i t r u s t y o u ?