Our founders (…) divided us into five groups, factions, to keep the peace.
The smart ones, the ones who value knowledge and logic are in Erudite. They know everything.
Amity farm the land. They’re all about kindness and harmony, always happy.
Candor value honesty and order. They tell the truth even when you wish they wouldn’t.
And then there’s Dauntless. They’re our protectors, our soldiers, our police. I always thought they were amazing. Brave, fearless and free. Some people think Dauntless are crazy, which they kind of are.
My faction is Abnegation. The others all call us “stiffs”. We lead a simple life, selfless, dedicated to helping others. We even feed the factionless, the ones who don’t fit in anywhere. Because we’re public servants we’re trusted to run the government.

Decades ago, our ancestors realized that it is not just political ideology, religious belief, race, or nationalism that is to blame for a warring world. Rather, they determined that it was the fault of human personality - of humankind’s inclination towards evil, in whatever form that is. They divided into factions that sought to eradicate those qualities they believed responsible for the world’s disarray.”

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People are talking shit about me. I feel important :’)

Palette matchup | [insp]

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Tyler Hoechlin and Holland Roden @ SDCC 2014

kimmi-watch:

swingsetindecember:

where scott mccall is a movie star and derek is the ultimate fan. srsly you know derek would have a scott mccall movie poster and like cosplay at comic con 

like

imagine derek hyperventilating in line about to meet the scott mccall

and he ends up saying something weird or just stares

HOW MORTIFYING

or he sees scott mccall in line at a starbucks with stiles and builds up the nerve to go ask for a photo

and like meanwhile stiles is like, omg there’s a hot guy staring at me

and like when derek is so sincerely asking stiles if he can take a picture with him and scott - stiles is speechless

Stiles is completely used to Scott’s fame by now that he can usually spot a fan of his a mile away. It’s not that hard honestly. Scott does a lot of comic book movies so there’s something to be said for his fans being a certain… type or acting a certain way. 

Not that they all act the same. Of course not.

There’s the macho fanboys who try to challenge Scott to see if he knows as much about the universe as they do, always acting like Scott wouldn’t be the type of person who’d spent hours huddled up under blankets with Stiles, reading comics by torch light. He’s always so proud when he takes these douche’s down a peg.

There’s the fan of the movies but not the actual comics. The guys who like the explosions on the big screen and the way they can take their girlfriends so they can swoon over the actors while they can still get away with watching a so called ‘manly’ movie. The women who love how he looks in tights but could care less about the overall arching of the storyline.

There’s the people who like both the comics and the movies. Sometimes it’s hit and miss with how they’ll react to Scott. Sometimes they’ll act like the macho fanboys and be jerks, other times they’ll be super awesome. If he didn’t know Scott personally, he’d like to think he’d be this kind of fan.

Then there’s the kind of creepy, want to get into Scott’s pants and call him by his character name, and or try to get him to invite his male costar so they can join in type of fan. The less said about those types the better.

But this guy staring at them in Starbucks, he doesn’t seem to fall into any of these categories just by looking at him. Which is why he assumes that he’s staring at him.

"Hot guy checking me out, 3 o’clock." He mutters to Scott, using his cup to hide his lips. Scott, bless his not subtle heart, spins in his chair to get a look at him. This makes the guy blush in the most adorable an utterly unpredictable way and slide down in his seat, obviously realizing that Stiles pointed him out to his buddy.

"Aw, he’s shy. That’s cute." Scott says with a grin when he turns back. "You should get his number. Maybe that will lead to a day when you can stop being single where you always bitch to me about how you’re not being laid. And lay out every single way you can think of that you’d like to be getting laid." He teases. Stiles scoffs, sending a smile Gorgeous Guy’s way.

"Please. We both know that wouldn’t stop me." He points out, making Scott grin ruefully and shake his head.

They both know that he’s actually worse with that stuff when he is in a relationship.

"Well, if you don’t get his number, I’ll do it." Scott threatens, making a motion to get out of his seat. Stiles chokes on nothing and dives across the table to stop him.

"Stop it, you’ll scare him away." He pleads. Scott rolls his eyes but stays seated. He does turn to Gorgeous Guy and give him an encouraging smile though and that actually seems to do it. 

Gorgeous Guy seems to steel himself and gets out of his chair, walking determinedly over towards them. He seems to loose steam as he gets closer though and when he actually arrives he looks flustered and nervous and embarrassed.

"Um, sorry to interrupt you when you’re obviously busy…" He trails off, looking at their nearly empty cups. "I swear I don’t do this. I would never usually do this but… I’m a huge fan." He says, giving Scott this almost besotted look.

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