part vixen part wounded dog

-wondersmith:

i’m losing my shit i cannot take these fucking twins seriously who thought this was a good idea i can’t fucking breathe



theyearofthewolf:

girlsarewolves:

lmao yeah TW gets a little corny with their supernatural stuff (by a little, I mean a lot)

I’m generally pretty tolerant. IDK, I thought the first two seasons handled the supernatural stuff fine, and it was cool that they were bringing in a lot of older werewolf mythos (like the mountain ash and little things like that).

I was cool with the kanima, it was an interesting and different idea. And the show doesn’t have vampires and this makes me happy.

But the sight of two ridiculous looking babyfaces strutting forward and taking their shirts of ala Twiwolves and then one of them punching into the other’s back so they can merge together and become one giant stupid looking werewolf was just…

Wow.

Only way to fix this is to have Peter see it and make a really snarky comment.

http://25.media.tumblr.com/ebf51da20f4341e865dbc405ac7b6cba/tumblr_mnun7uHUoV1s800mdo1_500.jpg

http://i48.tinypic.com/nlpmr7.gif

PERFECT






Apologize. Say you’re sorry for decimating my family, for leaving me burned and broken for six years.

Apologize. Say you’re sorry for decimating my family, for leaving me burned and broken for six years.



the small girl smiles. one eyelid flickers.she whips a pistol from her knickers.she aims it at the creature’s headand bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.
~ roald dahl, revolting rhymes

the small girl smiles. one eyelid flickers.
she whips a pistol from her knickers.
she aims it at the creature’s head
and bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.

~ roald dahl, revolting rhymes


tifferini:

Ever worry that it might be ruined
And does it make you wanna cry?
When you’re out there doing what you’re doing
Are you just getting by?

- P!nk
[requested by damemyself]


au: lydia kills peter.

“I used powder of wolfsbane from Deaton’s spice cabinet to subdue him.  He wasn’t quite unconscious after that, said something about how I couldn’t go through with it, that we had unfinished business to attend to.  He got to watch as I drove the knife into his chest.  I buried the body at the ice rink—Boyd didn’t exactly say that it was okay, but he did leave me the keys to the zamboni, and, well, I think that’s permission enough, don’t you?”

“Are you telling me that you killed an alpha werewolf?  That you killed Peter Hale?”

Lydia smiles.  ”What, like it’s hard?”