#coyotecupcake

I challenge all of you to send me URLs! Send me URLs of your Tumblr crushes, your best friends, strangers you like to see on your dash. Send me any URL you want, and I’ll talk about the things I like about them and their blog. You can do this on or off anon, it makes no difference, just send me URLs you want me to praise. just put ‘positivity’ in the beginning of the ask and I’ll know what to do.

Bastille Sentence Meme

Tagged by alphadelameutedelycan No order

Doctor Who

Friends

How to get away with murder

Broadchurch

Charmed

Teen wolf

Game of thrones

How I met your mother

Nikita

Gilmore Girls

coyotecupcake

Stiles couldn't stay home. Not when it was so empty. It'd been empty for months, but he'd been at the hospital or at school almost every waking hour, dragging himself home to cry himself to sleep where no one could hear or see him. Barely ten, and he was already ashamed to cry. Because crying would hurt his mama and his daddy and they were already hurting so bad. He was such a bad son, always getting into trouble and never making friends except for Scott, so the least he could do was not cry.

Now he couldn't even cry alone, because the house was too empty and the bed at the hospital was empty, but the coffin he'd seen lowered in the ground yesterday hadn't been. So, he'd run from his empty home, from Ms. McCall's gentle, motherly hugs, and Scott's worried, confused brown eyes into the woods near his house. He wanted to shift, to run until his tongue lolled and his paws hurt, but his mother wasn't there to laugh with him, to nuzzle him with her wet, cold nose and carry him home by the scruff of his neck. He whined, low and animalistic, and curled against the tree trunk, shivering and wishing for his furcoat, but too scared to shift without her. 

what’s eating gilbert grape, this is the end, hercules, mulan, the walking dead(much recommendation)