Don’t kill Chris, I like Chris.
There’s no way Scott and Kira are actually gonna get laid tonight. Something fucked up and murdery is going to interrupt. I feel it in my bones.
It’s like hansel and gretel but with bits of bone instead of crumbs.
DON’T BE SUCH A SOURWOLF, LIAM.
Malia lived as a coyote for a few years, do you really think your morning breath is the worst thing she’s tasted, Stiles?
Did Derek steal his doorbell from an abandoned nuclear submarine?
How do you kill a monster made entirely of bones? If the Legend of Zelda has taught me anything it’s to use bombs. That or a giant ball and chain mace.
The blood money is literally covered in blood. There’s making a point, and then there’s MAKING A POINT.
Is it an eye? I bet he’s going to have an eye in there. I’VE READ ENOUGH BOOKS WITH THIRD EYES AND PSYCHIC POWERS TO KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING.
From what I understand trepanning is a difficult and precise skill, so props to Dr. Valack there for being able to do it on himself.
Am I watching the first few minutes of a Supernatural episode?
This man chilling in the freezer creepily sniffing bodies looks too much like the teacher bloke from Glee and therefore I will be able to take nothing he says or does seriously.
Anyway, I’m gonna catch up on Teen Wolf, so y’know, block the tags if you don’t want to see it.
I’ve been back in Birmingham for four hours and already the wifi is down. IT’S LIKE THE DARK AGES EXCEPT IT’S REALLY NOT.
This will reach a million posts before I stop reblogging EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.