L I O N H E A R T E D

                ❝  and i’m really, really sorry                               for being a slut, okay… ❞

                       ❝ I’m not a hero, Dad… ❞

                        i. independent Stiles Stilinski ii. semi-selective tw &                         mulifandom rp iii. multiship, oc & crossover friendly.                         iv. icon chats/paras preferred, but open to all form.                         v. ask box is always open for plots vi. mun and muse                         is 18+. vii. 5+ years experience viii. witch!stiles main.

farewell degrassi tng meme:

↳ Favorite Friendships

↳Mike Dallas & Drew Torres

                         i. independent gb! Emily Fields ii. selective pll and                          mulifandom rp iii. multiship, oc & crossover friendly.                          iv. icon/gifs chats preferred, but open to all formats.                          v. ask box is always open for plots vi. mun and muse                          is 18+. vii. 5+ years experience viii. any season open.

                 ❝ are you suppose to like your                                      friends in high school? ❞

From now until mid August, I will be on a semi-hiatus.  I won’t be able to post much until the weekends, and on the summer a little more.  But practically I am going to be very inactive and ughs, I’m sad, but yea.   I love you all and I will miss you all so very much <3

The books would go beneath his bed for now, he thinks as he lines them up properly. Stiles is not really a neat person, he likes his chaos, but books are handled carefully, not like treasures never to touch and use, but still. He smiles as he gets up, startling when there’s suddenly someone in the room with him. 

“ Uh - Yeah. “ And he is still proud of getting his nickname written down almost everywhere, it had been a fight, but one he was used to. “ Been here for a few days already, that’s why I am all settled in, dont get used to it, it will be messier over time. “ 

“Oh don’t worry, I have friends back home who are messy, and it never phased me.  As long as my side is semi-clean, we have no problem,” Emilio chuckled.  “I’m Emilio by the way,” he said, grabbing his bags and setting them on his bed.  He extended his hand hand to shake Stiles’.  “Wow, you are here early, what for?” the boy asked, wondering.