I don’t know why we’re going after a beta when there’s an alpha on the field.
Because an entire pack of alphas went after McCall and he was the one left standing.

I want you to be honest with me, absolutely and completely honest.
Have you been time traveling?

RTD Era Companion Alphabet (inspired by x)

hawthiorne:

favourite books [1/∞]

➥ Looking for Alaska, by John Green
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

Take a step back. Look at the whole picture. Sometimes, you see things you wouldn’t notice if you were up close when all you’re looking at are the details.

Team Handsome

Parrish, Stilinski & Hale

LILY AND THE PORTRAIT:
    Portraits could only mimic their real counterparts, even the headmaster portraits that were specially trained to guide Hogwarts’ future generations. Severus had no such time in his single year as Headmaster—and yet, his portrait seemed real enough to befriend. She first found him in a oft-empty frame by the armor gallery and tried to show Al, but Al said that they already met once, and they didn’t get past introductions and “Your father named you what?
    She bore the old headmaster’s sneers better than her brothers, and he was kinder to her, in his own way. She found that if she brought her Potions homework and sat underneath the frame, he would ridicule her mistakes as she worked but slowly enough for her to correct each of them. In her sixth year, after showing him her O in Potions, he told her where to find his old textbook.
    On her last day of Hogwarts, she knocked next to the frame. Slowly, one of his eyes opened, like a serpent awoken from its slumber.
    “Thank you, Professor.”
    His lip curled upwards. She sensed some pride. “You are welcome. You were an excellent pupil.” H
e paused momentarily. "Miss Potter."
    If her father were listening, he’d have thought it strange, for it would have been the first time that he heard his last name uttered in that voice without disdain.

We were going to tell you everything, about the dead pool, the assassins, the killers, but I didn’t want you to worry.

Well, it seems to me that the best relationships— the ones that last— are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with” 

hellastydia:

GIVE IT UP FOR THE MAZE RUNNER GUYS

sr