dO YOU EVER JUST REMEMBER SOME OLD FRIENDS AND YOU REMEMBER ALL THE BULLSHIT THEY PUT YOU THROUGH AND YOU IMMEDIATELY JUST
LETS TALK ABOUT DYLAN O’BRIEN’S ACTING
My first world problems today:
I can’t wear glasses and mascara at the same time, because my eyelashes are too long and the mascara smudges my lenses.
I can’t read AU Fanfiction based at the Olympics ‘cause I know too much about how things work back of house and the inaccuracies annoy me.
yeah okay but after all this every pack game night this is how stiles reacts:
checkers - CHECK THIS YOU ASSLAMP
monopoly — YOU DON’T OWN ME BITCH
candyland —HAHA NOPE
yahtzee —“STILES THERE WASN’T EVEN A BOARD!!”
(And then we can have hurt/comfort feels if it turns out to be a unique way he deals with the ptsd of getting locked in his own head for you know like almost half a season?)
tragic love story idea: in a world where we have just engineered the technology to create a robot capable of feelings, a robot with feelings falls for another older-model robot that’s incapable of love
The moral of this story is - you can’t trust the system, man! [x]