~Big Ass Swag Bear~

How They Kiss You

Allison - Allison gives sweet kisses. There’s nothing sweeter in the world, and kisses with Allison are always wanted by you.

Derek - Derek is rough or passionate depending on his mood, but he always makes sure you get the love you deserve.

Isaac - Kisses with Isaac are always passionate and loving. He wants to give you as much love as possible, and your lips are always swollen after kisses with Isaac.

Lydia - Lydia’s got experience when it comes to kissing. She knows how to make her partner feel loved and amazing. You’re always craving them.

Scott - Kisses with Scott should not be taken lightly. Scott loves kissing you, they’re passionate and loving and sweet.

Stiles - Kissing Stiles is always a new experience because they’re always different. Sweet, passionate, rough, and, if he’s had a bad day, angry.

Liam - Liam’s kisses are different. There’s something reminiscent about them, they bring a lot of good memories, but their also sweet and passionate.

Kira - Kira’s kisses are hungry but also sweet and passionate. Maybe it’s the kitsune inside her or maybe she just likes to kiss you.

- has had braces for 6 years now, and nobody really knows why

- yells at people (*cough* Bran) for killing spiders instead of kindly escorting them outside

- frowns all the time; Meera tells him that his face will get stuck like that forever if he isn’t careful

- faints whenever doctors approach him with a syringe, despite being able to deadpan his way through most horror movies

- totally believes in everything superficial, he has a lucky crystal which he treasures dearly. Will flip his shit if people (*cough* Bran) open umbrellas inside the house

- very excited about legos

- was that kid that told all the other kids that ring around the rosie is about the black plague

- sometimes forgets to put shoes on before leaving the house, and honestly does not notice until someone points it out

- went through a phase where he slept naked on the floor right next to his bed because it’s supposedly better for your spine

Talking to the L.A. Times in the Comic-Con video studio, the  showrunner  and lead actress Rose McIver revealed how it all went down with the singer on set. Plus find out why Rahul Kohli disliked his on-screen dog pal, Minor.

How long did [the Rob Thomas reveal] happen? Did you guys know about it?

Rob Thomas: Rob Thomas and I have been in touch via Twitter for a long time because we get each other’s stuff all the time and we just kind of forward it to the other person. And he’s always been very friendly. In the [writer’s] room we were talking about initially that there should be a Super Max jingle, and could we get Rob Thomas to sing the Super Max jingle just to make things weird?

So I just direct-messaged Rob and he was down with it immediately. And then we thought, “Well what if he played the Super Max release party, that would be even cooler.” Rob was on tour at the time but he responded within the hour. And what I didn’t realize — and this was the best part of it — is that he’s a fan of the show. And in fact, when we sent him the script to the finale, he said, “Listen, is it OK if I don’t read this yet? Because I don’t want to be caught up, I don’t want to be spoiled on anything that’s going to happen.” And I said no, you’re going to shoot this before those other episodes, so I’m afraid there’s no other way — you do have to read this script.

Rose McIver: And by the way, he wasn’t just a fan, he was a fan of the show, and it was intimidating because I thought, “Oh my God we get Rob Thomas on the show, this is so great, how nice of him to come and pop his head in or whatever.”

He showed up, and he and his wife knew every single plot point — it was so intimidating. I’d sit down, they’d know Liv’s back story better than I did. They’d ask a question and I’d feel like I was in the hot seat. They’re like,  “Episode 201, what exactly did you wear, like why did you choose that outfit?” It was the scariest interview ever, and it was Rob Thomas the super fan.

When did [the idea to have the zombies singing come to you]?

Thomas: We were in the writer’s room breaking that final episode and one of the big ideas in “iZombie” is that if the zombie eats the brain of a human that you get their attributes, and when we landed on that idea in the writers room that  [a] Fillmore Graves mercenary would be singing Rob Thomas on the way out, it made us so happy. And then it was just finding the right song, and we thought “Unwell” was sort of the perfect song to go out on.

McIver: And by the way, the actor who had to sing that, that was the scariest thing. I mean the poor guy. He did a great job, but he was terrified. Rob is lying there with his gelatin brains falling out his skull like “N-n-n-no, you go, you do this one.”

teen wolf meme; one character development. » derek hale.

Anastasia, 1997

Favourite Films: August 2016

Anya: I feel a little… dizzy.

Dimitri: Kind of… light-headed?

Anya: Yeah…

Dimitri: Me too. Probably from all the spinning. Maybe we should stop.

Anya: We have stopped.

Request: CAN YOU DO A THOMAS SANGSTER ONE WHERE THE READER GETS CANCER AND THEN DIES BUT THEN SOMEHOW THOMAS GETS LETTERS ON HIS WINDOW FROM Y/N? AND THEN THEY WRITE LETTERS BACK TO EACH OTHER AND STUFF, THANKS

Warnings: SAD AS FUCK AND LONG

Notes: I switched this up a bit, still hope you like it. In TBS’ POV. Also, I made myself cry, so I hope all you cry, too.

Thomas rushed over to where his mail was. He’d gotten one letter and it was from you. You were his best friend, and you were sick with cancer. The doctors said you had a 60-percent chance of living, so you took medication and treatment. Things were going well. Sadly, Thomas couldn’t be there for most of it since he was busy filming and working on projects. So you came up with the idea of writing letters to each other.

Thomas opened the letter.

Tommy, Treatment is so… time consuming. It drains me, too. I wish you were here to hold my hand. I miss you lots. I miss talking to you about everything face to face, but hey, it’s okay. We’ll see each other soon, right? Anyway… the doctors found something, and are going to be taking more tests soon. Sorry this one isn’t long like the others. Talk soon, I love you best friend! xx Y/N

Thomas grabbed paper quickly, writing his response.He wrote it so quickly, telling you about a funny thing on set that you would love. He signed it off, getting up and putting it in the mail room to be delivered out.

You and Thomas wrote a lot. Wrote so quickly. Letters were coming for him every week from you. Once a week, one letter would be there for him. This had been going on for five weeks.

“How’s she doing?” Dylan asked as Thomas read another letter. He was frowning, tears in his eyes.

“They found another tumor. A brain tumor.”

“Thomas, I’m sorry.” Dylan patted him on the back, keeping his hand there.

“She’s my best friend, Dylan. I love her. I can’t imagine this world without her.” He let a few tears fall. Dylan frowned, hating to see such a beloved friend so sad.

“She’ll pull through. Y/N is a strong girl. She’s a fighter.”

Thomas nodded, but said nothing. He just kept reading over your words,The lines that said They found another tumor, except this time it’s in the brain. Don’t know what will happen now. Thomas was scared. He couldn’t imagine his life without you in it. You were supposed to to be interning at a magazine company, being a photographer. And you were doing great for your first week… until you collapsed one day while taking pictures. That was three months ago.

Thomas got to writing. 

Hey Y/N. I really wish I could be there with you write now. You know I would. I should be coming home in about a week or so. I’ll be there and make the tumor disappear… I still miss. You’re always in my thoughts, hope you know. Everyone on set wishes you get well wishes, and they miss having you on the set lurking! I’ll see you soon. I love you so much. Tommy

The next week, two things came for Thomas. Though he didn’t pay attention to the second thing. Only the letter from you. What he read tore him apart. He broke down within the second sentence.

Tommy, I believe this will be my last letter to you. Um…. I don’t know how to say this… you haven’t been responding. But I understand that you’re busy. So it’s okay, and I forgive you. Please don’t feel guilty. To get to the point, doctors say I won’t last much longer. That tumor I’ve been telling you about, it’s not going away. I’m getting weaker. My hands are shaking and I sleep most of the day. I’m going. I’m… fading fast. And I won’t be here much longer. Just know that Thomas, you are my very best friend. You always will, and I love you so damn much. My final wish to you is to not replace me, and to speak at my funeral. Please. I know it’ll be hard, but I want you to speak. Please. I love you, and I’m sorry I couldn’t keep fighting. Goodbye, best friend Y/N

Thomas was sobbing. He was crying so hard, letting all the sounds escaping his throat. He couldn’t believe it. And what really threw him off was that you mentioned he wasn’t replying. He was so confused. He had been replying, and you’d been talking back to him.

But then, as Thomas turned your final letter over, he noticed that you wrote the date on the back in tiny writing. 16 November 2016. You wrote and sent that two weeks ago. Two weeks. He quickly rushed over to the other stashed letters. They all had the date written on them in tiny writing. They were all delayed. They must’ve gotten lost in the mail of something. 

Thomas’ heart dropped. He remembered the other thing in the mail for him. He noticed it was colorful and laminated. With his trembling hands, he walked over, picking it up. Seeing it, he nearly screamed.

Y/N Y/L/N

8 February 1991 - 17 November 2016

It displayed a picture of you on the front, smiling and looking healthy. Then Thomas opened it. One side was information, the other side were pictures of you. Dead center, was a picture of you and Thomas last year. You were both tipsy, both making silly faces. It was New Year’s Eve.

One the left side, it said where your service would be held and what time. It was happening tomorrow. Thomas had to be there. He was crying so hard though. He was panicking, forgetting where he was at for a moment. He lost the girl he knew since he was a baby. The girl who’d created so many memories with him. The girl who was there through it all. He was sobbing loudly in the room he was in, not being able to hold himself up. He sat on the floor, your final letter and program in his hands. He cried, tears drowning his face and hitting his hands.

“Thomas?” It was Dylan again, but this time Kaya was also with him. His two friends ran to him, crouching down on both sides of him.

“Thomas, what happened?” Kaya questioned, before glancing down at his hands. She was your picture, and the dates. Kaya, who had met you and become good friends with, instantly started crying. She hugged Thomas as he said nothing. He only cried, letting out sad noises.

When Dylan saw the program as well, he even started crying. Dylan loved having you around on set, teasing them between breaks. Everyone loved having you there. Knowing that they’d never see you again broke them. Dylan joined in with the hugging.

“I need to go,” Thomas said, voice strained.”Her funeral’s tomorrow, I need to get on a plane now!” His voice shook as he stood up. He quickly grabbed all the letters he’d gotten from you, grabbed his phone, passport, and wallet. He didn’t need anything else. No clothes or anything. He got up and left.

Your friends and family gathered around. They sat in between the pews. Even all the Maze Runner people who you grew close to over the years were there. Once they heard Thomas, everyone who could also bought a plane ticket to England to attend. Thomas, your parents, and grandparents all sat in the very front. Thomas’ family sat right behind them.

The service went on, you being an open casket. People spoke and people cried. Then it was Thomas’ turn to go up and speak. He had never in his life felt so nervous and scared and sad. He’d never thought this day would come.

“Hello, everyone,” he began, voice shaky. “Um, just for the record, sorry if I start crying and become incomprehensible.”

Thomas closed his eyes quickly, holding the crumpled up paper that had smeared writing and dried tear stains on it. He looked terrible, being sleep deprived as he never went to sleep last night. He was shaking, too. Thomas inhales and exhaled, then officially started.

“I’ve known Y/N since about she was born. Our mum’s are best friends, and so Y/N and I became best friends. Um, so… we’ve been through it all.” He wasn’t even looking at his paper anymore, going off on a whim. “Y/N was always a beautiful girl. At least I always thought that. She was funny and sarcastic, and never treated me differently with all my acting projects. She’s seen me at my absolute worst for the most part… I’m sorry, I’m at my… absolute worst… right now. And I really wish she was here to hug me.”

Thomas was beginning to break down already, staring at all the faces he knew, crying along with him. He continued.

“Y/N was smart and an all around fantastic girl. She was the best. Her and I used to take bubble baths together when we were younger. We’d get bubbles everywhere and have a bubble party. She always spent the night, and me being the chicken I was, was afraid of the dark. She always knew how to make it better for me. When I’m away, she’d always call me at random hours just to check in…” Thomas was crying, but trying his best to keep his voice steady.

“And when she got sick, I was with her. She wanted me to come with her. She kept telling me that she wasn’t feeling good, and she wanted me there. I was the first to find out that she was sick, and she looked at me and told me ‘Don’t cry, Tommy. Everything will be okay in the end.’ And it really sucked because I had to leave for my next project at the worst possible time. And since Y/N didn’t really have access to a computer or her phone, she thought writing letters would be fun… little did I know her letters got lost in the mail, but they all came and I responded to them without knowing what had happened. And in her last letter, she asked me to speak at this service, and to never replace her.”

Each word was getting harder and harder for him. He loved you so much. You were his rock.

“Oh God… I h-hope she knows that I wa-wasn’t ignoring her letters. I h-hope she knows that I could never replace her. Never. Not with anyone. I love her so much, and I always will. She is by far the greatest human I know. She is the best person anyone could ask for, and I hope everyone in here realized how amazing this girl was and still is. Y/N is my rock, my best friend, the first person I ever loved. She was willing to help anyone and everyone, dropping what she was doing to help them… I miss her. We all miss her… But let us not remember her being sick. I know she’d hate that. Let’s remember her as that funny little girl with a bright smile on her face. Remember her as someone who could light up the room with her presence. Remember her short time lived on earth, and remember all the amazing things she’d done… I’m sorry this was long, I have so much more to say, but I’m not going to hog the podium. I love Y/N; we all do. Thank you for listening.”

With that, Thomas left his spot. He couldn’t go back to his seat next to your mother. Instead he walked down the aisle, needing a moment by himself. He couldn’t do it. He was weak; at his weakest. He felt terrible for needing to remove himself, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stand seeing you in that casket. Every time he looked at you, he swore he saw you breathing still. But he knew you weren’t.