blaineswolf:

Love how people laughed at Derek for never winning a fight as alpha, yet Scott is completely useless all the time if he doesn’t have someone to fight for and with him

coyotequeens:

This is for Amber, who won a fic from me in a giveaway like a year ago (I’m so sorry it’s taken so long ;___;). She asked for a Sterek jock/nerd auction.  

"Derek, please.”

"I said no, Cora," Derek replies waspishly, rolling onto his back. He drags a hand over his face. "I have plans."

"Oh please," Cora scoffs. "Studying doesn’t count."

"Finals are - "

"Two weeks away," Cora cuts in scornfully. "It’s only a couple hours, Derek, not a full day. You’re not going to be missing out on anything."

Derek scowls up at the ceiling, trying another direction. “You can’t just pimp me out like this. I - “

"Oh my god,” Cora sighs. “Look, I didn’t do this to ruin your life, okay? I was legitimately going to go, but I can’t swap shifts again or Mel says she’ll fire me - I wasn’t going to pull you into this. I don’t see why you’re complaining; it’s all paid for, and it’s all for charity. A good cause, Derek!”

"If it’s all paid for, then why do I have to go?" Derek argues.

Cora sounds like she’s about to pull her hair out. “Because I thought it might be nice for you to get out of your apartment? Just ignore the fact that it’s a date and think about it as a chance to get a nice meal on someone else’s dime, okay?”

Derek hesitates. He has been eating a lot of microwave meals lately. “Isn’t your date going to be pissed when a guy shows up? Won’t he be expecting you?”

He can almost hear Cora shrug. “He’ll probably just be happy someone shows up, to be honest. I only bid on him because no one else did and I felt bad. And anyway, his little stat sheet thing said he was bisexual, so I think it’ll be fine.”

Derek sighs. “What’s his name?”

"I don’t know."

"Cora - "

"I don’t know,” Cora repeats, aggrieved. “They were playing up the whole mystery date thing. You just go to the restaurant and tell them you’re there for Bachelor #6, and they do the rest.”

"This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of, and I’m including that time Laura thought it would be a good idea to jump off the roof into the shallow end of the pool," Derek says, and Cora giggles at the memory. He sighs again. "I’ll do it, but only because I want steak."

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Happy Birthday Rena 

I tried to draw you sterek smut don’t hate me because it’s awful

Pose taken from this really hot gif

geeky-sova:

This post is to celebrate birthday of a very special someone :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY REGAN! ♥

Me and Mako decided to do a little collab for this occasion.

You can find her awesome fic HERE and this is my little pic to go with it.

[based on this photo]

the-absolute-best-posts:

kcatwmyb

This is Kenny. He’s a white tiger with down syndrome.

He is so precious!!!!!

Holy shit I didn’t know animals got Down Syndrome

most people don’t know that white tigers are inbred the shit out of and a lot of them end up with deformities much like this. 

my heart cannot handle this. 

My lovely followers, please follow this blog immediately!

peter hale edition (+stiles) ; inspired by (x)

liamstewrt:

amythegloriouspond asked stiles stilinski or scott mccall

"What if it just gets worse? What if it’s agony now and then…hell later on?"

bleep0bleep asked: i was tagging something sterek and accidentally typed streek instead now all i can think about is them streaking? or derek catching stiles streaking around the hale property as a dare [IF YOU WERE LOOKING FOR ART INSPIRATION ^_^]

yijitumbles:

goddAMMIT CARRIE

"WHO WAAAAAANTS TO LIIIIIIIIVE FOREVVEEEERRRRRR"

"OBVIOUSLY NOT YOU, DIPSQUAT, YOU GOT SOME KIND OF DEATH WISH"

This is happening right now. WTF?!

This is happening right now. WTF?!

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Me every time I get on tumblr for what I said would be a few minutes… Meanwhile, an hour later….

beemill:

kim-jong-chill:

i’m just going to leave this here

america can’t come to terms that they’re biggest human rights violators in the entire world.

stereks-loft:

Good God his smile is so freaking magical

stereks-loft:

Good God his smile is so freaking magical

greetingsfromspace:

for the final day of Sterek Week i decided to write a little ficlet based on my own graphic (‘cause i’m narcissistic).

For all that Stiles can talk when it comes to saying something that matters words seem to fail him. When he has to look someone in the eyes and tell them something important he stutters and trips over words, can’t find the right ones and feels a bit like an idiot. It’s not necessarily easier to write what he wants to say down but at least that way he’s not stumbling over words and making an ass out of himself. So he writes what he wants to say down. There’s not many words, it’s not some sprawling, eloquent, epic of a confessions. It’s just a few sentences but they mean a lot and he hopes that comes through.He drives across town, talking himself out of it and back into it no less than ten times in the times it takes to reach Derek’s loft. Derek’s car in there and Stiles kind of wishes it wasn’t, then it would be easier to drop the note and run. He has to talk himself back into going through with it. Stiles runs up the stairs to the loft and stuffs the note under the door as quickly as he can before turning on his heel and running back down the stairs. he hears the door open before he’s even reached the sixth step and his name by the time he hit’s the ninth but he doesn’t stop or turn back. Derek will read the note but Stiles can’t be there when he does. They’ll talk about it later, after Stiles tells himself a thousand more times that it’ll be fine if Derek says no.He’s really hoping for a yes though and knows it won’t really be fine if it’s a no.—-Derek just catches a glimpse of Stiles’ back when he opens the door. Derek calls out to him but Stiles doesn’t turn back or stop and Derek’s more than a little confused. Derek looks down at the folded piece of paper Stiles had slid under the door and bends down to pick it up. He unfolds it and reads what’s written on it.we might not have met under the best circumstances and it might not of been love, or even like, at first sight but i’d like to think we formed a bond (i mean i did save your life a few times). that i became someone you could, and wanted to, trust. someone who could be there for you. and while we’ve been through some things i wish had never happened i know you don’t hold it against me, but still i’m sorry.but i hope that inspite of, or maybe because of, everything when you look at me you see someone that you could love.Derek re-reads it several times, not quite believing what he’s read. Derek looks at the hand holding the note and then at the one hanging by his side. Five fingers on both. Derek still isn’t sure this isn’t a dream. Stiles loves him.Derek doesn’t even shut the door before he runs down the steps.—-Stiles hasn’t even been home for ten minutes, his heart rate has barely slowed, when there’s someone pounding on the front door. Stiles knows its Derek, though he wasn’t expecting him this soon. Stiles takes a deep breath, trying to brace himself for the worst, and opens the door. Derek’s standing there with Stiles’ note still clutched in his hand.“I do,” Derek says quickly.“You do what?” Stiles asks, wanting clarification. He does know what Derek is talking about but he still needs to know for certain.“I do love you,” Derek replies “I don’t look at you and see someone I could love because I already do.” They just stare at each other after Derek finishes speaking. Stiles doesn’t know what to say, he knows he should say something but he’s looking right at Derek and this is important and he can’t find the right words in his brain. So instead of saying anything Stiles just surges forward and kind of smashes his lips against Derek’s. Derek is still for a few seconds but soon enough he responds and it actually becomes a kiss. Derek’s hands frame Stiles’ face and Stiles moves his own hands and pushes his fingers into Derek’s hair.When they pull apart Stiles is smiling and so is Derek, which only makes Stiles smile wider. Derek looks so goddamn happy and, to be cliché, his smile is blindingly brilliant.“I love you,” Stiles says finally and it feels really good to say that out loud and know it’s reciprocated.“I love you too,” Derek says and Stiles decides hearing Derek say it feels even better.

greetingsfromspace:

for the final day of Sterek Week i decided to write a little ficlet based on my own graphic (‘cause i’m narcissistic).

For all that Stiles can talk when it comes to saying something that matters words seem to fail him. When he has to look someone in the eyes and tell them something important he stutters and trips over words, can’t find the right ones and feels a bit like an idiot. It’s not necessarily easier to write what he wants to say down but at least that way he’s not stumbling over words and making an ass out of himself. So he writes what he wants to say down. There’s not many words, it’s not some sprawling, eloquent, epic of a confessions. It’s just a few sentences but they mean a lot and he hopes that comes through.

He drives across town, talking himself out of it and back into it no less than ten times in the times it takes to reach Derek’s loft. Derek’s car in there and Stiles kind of wishes it wasn’t, then it would be easier to drop the note and run. He has to talk himself back into going through with it. Stiles runs up the stairs to the loft and stuffs the note under the door as quickly as he can before turning on his heel and running back down the stairs. he hears the door open before he’s even reached the sixth step and his name by the time he hit’s the ninth but he doesn’t stop or turn back. Derek will read the note but Stiles can’t be there when he does. They’ll talk about it later, after Stiles tells himself a thousand more times that it’ll be fine if Derek says no.

He’s really hoping for a yes though and knows it won’t really be fine if it’s a no.

—-

Derek just catches a glimpse of Stiles’ back when he opens the door. Derek calls out to him but Stiles doesn’t turn back or stop and Derek’s more than a little confused. Derek looks down at the folded piece of paper Stiles had slid under the door and bends down to pick it up. He unfolds it and reads what’s written on it.

we might not have met under the best circumstances and it might not of been love, or even like, at first sight but i’d like to think we formed a bond (i mean i did save your life a few times). that i became someone you could, and wanted to, trust. someone who could be there for you. and while we’ve been through some things i wish had never happened i know you don’t hold it against me, but still i’m sorry.

but i hope that inspite of, or maybe because of, everything when you look at me you see someone that you could love.

Derek re-reads it several times, not quite believing what he’s read. Derek looks at the hand holding the note and then at the one hanging by his side. Five fingers on both. Derek still isn’t sure this isn’t a dream. Stiles loves him.

Derek doesn’t even shut the door before he runs down the steps.

—-

Stiles hasn’t even been home for ten minutes, his heart rate has barely slowed, when there’s someone pounding on the front door. Stiles knows its Derek, though he wasn’t expecting him this soon. Stiles takes a deep breath, trying to brace himself for the worst, and opens the door. Derek’s standing there with Stiles’ note still clutched in his hand.

“I do,” Derek says quickly.

“You do what?” Stiles asks, wanting clarification. He does know what Derek is talking about but he still needs to know for certain.

“I do love you,” Derek replies “I don’t look at you and see someone I could love because I already do.” They just stare at each other after Derek finishes speaking. Stiles doesn’t know what to say, he knows he should say something but he’s looking right at Derek and this is important and he can’t find the right words in his brain. So instead of saying anything Stiles just surges forward and kind of smashes his lips against Derek’s. Derek is still for a few seconds but soon enough he responds and it actually becomes a kiss. Derek’s hands frame Stiles’ face and Stiles moves his own hands and pushes his fingers into Derek’s hair.

When they pull apart Stiles is smiling and so is Derek, which only makes Stiles smile wider. Derek looks so goddamn happy and, to be cliché, his smile is blindingly brilliant.

“I love you,” Stiles says finally and it feels really good to say that out loud and know it’s reciprocated.

“I love you too,” Derek says and Stiles decides hearing Derek say it feels even better.

swlft:

i hope Jennifer Lawrence doesn’t apologise tbh i hope she says what a wrong and disgusting thing it was that someone hacked her and stole her private photos

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