happy birthday, briiiiiiiiii!
“I’m not brave any more, darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.” — Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
#he’s said himself that he doesn’t know what he would’ve done otherwise#that he was sacked from every job but toys r us#that he was a massive goof off#and then you think about how /nervous/ he was during the xfactor#how brash and bright and intense and nervous#and think about how much he wanted to amount to something when it was something he cared about with people he cared about#and then you lay in a pool of your own tears
#where is all the fic with harry being manhandled#but not in a subby docile way#I want him to be a brat and make it as HARD AS POSSIBLE (while making them as hard as possible) and nip at their arms#all while smirking at them with his goddamn dimples#until he’s decided he’s fussed enough and let’s them fuck him (on his terms) (x)
Stiles Christmas postcard for the amazing Maichan ^o^ I hope I drew all Dylan’s moles properly.
Happy Holidays to you! ♥
if you follow get prepped for a shitloud of one direction, teen wolf and jesse eisenberg because thems my babies.