having a crush is like having that little piece of rock stuck in your shoe and you stop walking and shake it out and you’re pretty sure it’s gone but then a half hour later you feel it under your toe and you’re like oh no
Scott and Stiles probably always held hands in elementary school and were each others field trip buddies and had matching backpacks and wore matching light up shoes and had their own little secret language that was just gibberish (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
when guys are dressed in suits and they unbutton the top of their shirt and they undo their bowtie but keep it hanging under their collar and maybe they roll up their sleeves a bit and their hair is all disheveled and
i don’t think people understand how much i love my hockey team. i love those boys as if they were my best friends. i love their quirky little ways, their goofy hair, their stupid tweets. i love their fantastic goals, their fights, and their losses, too. they make me happy with their hugs, their chirps, and their never ending love for the game. i will love them no matter what.