cathyworld:

“Stiles.”
“Derek.”
“You should go.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Stiles…”
“Tell me to stop and I will.”

Derek didn’t say a word.

childrenofthewildone:

#I need to KNOW #WHEN #WHERE #HOW #DID YOU TO TALK ABOUT STUFF #AND THINGS #what was derek wearing? #how close where you two? #was it on the phone? #do you do that from time to time? #what tone do you use when talking in private to each other? #is it an intimate or an annoyed thing #is it friendly #does it feel nice to have finally someone who listens to you and ask you stuff huh? #HUH??? #TELL ME (via werecarrot)

magda-lennah:

I love this web series ♥

“Jace told Clary once you’d walk all over me in high-heeled boots.”
“That was then. You’re different now.” She eyed him.
“You’re not scared of me.” He touched her face. “And you’re not scared of anything.”

Could it be, that you and me, are the lucky ones?

I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I’d break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can’t have and wanting what you shouldn’t want. And I shouldn’t want you.

Simon closed the door behind him, feeling more disappointed than he had expect. It hadn’t occurred to him that she’d already be asleep. He’d been wanting to talk to her, hear her voice. He kicked his shoes off and lay down beside her. Isabelle was tall, almost his height, although when he put his hand on her shoulder, her bones felt delicate under his touch. He ran his hand down her arm. “Iz?” he said. “Isabelle?”

And trust me, You want to.

jaceherndales:

“Happy birthday Clarissa Fray.”
She was oddly touched. “Thank you.”
“I have something for you,” he said. He dug into his pocket and brought out something, which he pressed into her hand. It was a gray stone, slightly uneven, worn to smoothness in spots.
“Huh,” said Clary, turning it over in her fingers. “You know, when most girls say they want a big rock, they don’t mean, you know, literally a big rock.”
“Very amusing, my sarcastic friend. It’s not a rock, precisely. All Shadowhunters have a witchlight rune-stone.”
“Oh.” She looked at it with renewed interest, closing her fingers around it as she’d seen Jace do in the cellar. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she could see a glint of light peeking out through her fingers.
“It will bring you light,” said Jace, “even among the darkest shadows of this world and others.”

It’s the oldest story in the universe.