animaglacialis:

itsa-me-amelie:

verceri:

verceri:

sniperj0e:

sniperj0e:

ok but what if like. werewolves transform under the full moon but theres just this one and by day hes a big tough guy and then when he transforms hes a tiny dog. just fucking. just fucking turns into the tiniest, fluffiest dog

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imagine that howling at the moon

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Truly a ferocious predator.

And lastly: (He’s the pack leader obviously)

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the big wolves are his younger sisters

oh my fucking god it got better

ao3feed-sterek:

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“And then we can play?” Elizabeth asks, looking up at her father with wide eyes. From the front row, James can see her eyes are the same color as Professor Hale (and he knows this because girls wax poetic about emerald pools…

ao3feed-sterek:

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Hogwarts AU in which Stiles is the school’s Healer, and Derek is the DADA professor/Quidditch Coach

Words: 3297, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Ohhhh no! The Arrow Hideaway is following me! Lol. Good name. Thanks for the follow!

Ohhhh no! The Arrow Hideaway is following me! Lol. Good name. Thanks for the follow!

ljummen:

This is for rizuno, because she was down yesterday and she deserves to be the happiest person on earth. This is a little late, but I hope it can cheer you up nonetheless.

You asked for: "Derek passively aggressively courts Stiles" and here it is. ~2,4k. 

Thanks to broodingsoul for the quick beta work <3

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It starts on a Thursday. Stiles is just about to pay for his new hoodie, when someone pushes him aside.

“Excuse me?” he manages finally. Squeaks, is perhaps a better description.

The guy who’s now standing in front of the lady behind the counter glances briefly over his shoulder at him. It’s a nice shoulder. And a nice face. It’s a not-so nice attitude, however.

"What?" The guy asks, like he hasn’t seen Stiles standing there until now.

"Dude, I was going to pay for my shirt. What are you doing?"

"You were taking too long," the guy says simply. Stiles is about to let out a stream of inappropriate words, just to make sure that the guys knows how inappropriate he is, when something soft gets pushed in his face. It takes a second, before he realises that it’s his hoodie.

The guy is out the doors in a second, and Stiles just sort of stares after him, before he’s able to regain himself enough to walk up to the cashier lady once more.

"That one’s already paid for, honey," she says and her smile is very confused. "By your friend," she clarifies, as though Stiles’ confusion is that obvious.

His friend?!

"He’s not my friend," he protests.

She only shrugs at that. “He paid for it anyway. Would you rather pay for it again?”

For a moment, he contemplates saying yes, because no one is allowed to push him aside and pay for his stuff. But the hoodie is $40 and he could get a lot of blueberry smoothies for that, okay?

"No, it’s okay." He leaves before she has the chance to change her mind.

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It’s a weird camera angle, over Derek’s shoulder from the phone still clutched in Stiles’ hand like a lifeline - just the shell of Derek’s ear and the dark shock of his messy hair, and Stiles’ face hidden mostly by the line of his…

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coy00koi:

eloquence-mc:

REAL LIFE DISNEY PRINCE TOM HIDDLESTON EXHIBIT

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Always reblog the Real Life Disney Prince. Pay attention boys, this is how it’s done.

I’ve always liked Tom Hiddleston but this just made me fall in love with him

I’m not gonna lie, my eyes got a little blurry.

His parents should write a book about parenting, cuz I wanna know whether they hired a sorcerer to make sure their child comes out right.

FOREVER REBLOG

steammmpunk:

luna-calamity:

superappletastic:

huffingtonpost:

Kids Are Given Game Boys, Feel Instant Sadness

Ah, Game Boys. Forget your 3DS and your iPad mini: there was a day when these handheld hunks of 8-bit glory owned the playground. But these kids don’t remember it so watch the full hilarious video of their reactions to the original Game Boy here. 

(Source: The Fine Brothers)

this is the grandfather of everything 

The last kid is always my favorite lol his opinions always reflect mine XD

asbehsam:

#WHEN IT COMES TO PORTRAYAL OF A HEALTHY LOVELY RELATIONSHIP IN AN ANIMATED FEATURE, PEOPLE SHOULD WATCH HTTYD2 AND PAY GOOD ATTENTION TO HOW BEAUTIFULLY DREAMWORKS DISPLAYS A NATURAL COUPLE AND LEARN THAT NORMAL COUPLE BODY LANGUAGE AND LITTLE GLANCES AND TOUCHES AND SHOWING HOW INTIMATE AND COMFORTABLE THEY ARE AROUND EACH OTHER AND HOW THEY HAVE PERSONAL CONVERSATIONS ABOUT FUTURE FAR OUTWEIGHS KISSING AND EYE-SCREWING AND SINGING SILLY SONGS AND CONSTANTLY TRYING TO FORCE THEIR LOVE STORY ON THE AUDIENCE BY CLICHE SCENES AND DIALOGUES AND TRYING WAY TOO HARD TO MAKE THE COUPLE BELIEVABLE EVEN THOUGH THEY HARDLY KNOW EACH OTHER PLEASE GIVE US MORE ASTRID AND HICCUP

asbehsam:

#WHEN IT COMES TO PORTRAYAL OF A HEALTHY LOVELY RELATIONSHIP IN AN ANIMATED FEATURE, PEOPLE SHOULD WATCH HTTYD2 AND PAY GOOD ATTENTION TO HOW BEAUTIFULLY DREAMWORKS DISPLAYS A NATURAL COUPLE AND LEARN THAT NORMAL COUPLE BODY LANGUAGE AND LITTLE GLANCES AND TOUCHES AND SHOWING HOW INTIMATE AND COMFORTABLE THEY ARE AROUND EACH OTHER AND HOW THEY HAVE PERSONAL CONVERSATIONS ABOUT FUTURE FAR OUTWEIGHS KISSING AND EYE-SCREWING AND SINGING SILLY SONGS AND CONSTANTLY TRYING TO FORCE THEIR LOVE STORY ON THE AUDIENCE BY CLICHE SCENES AND DIALOGUES AND TRYING WAY TOO HARD TO MAKE THE COUPLE BELIEVABLE EVEN THOUGH THEY HARDLY KNOW EACH OTHER PLEASE GIVE US MORE ASTRID AND HICCUP

happysterekthoughts:


I hope you don’t mind that I ficced all over your art. O.O

"Are you fucking kidding me right now Derek?” Stiles yells, voice reaching the point where it starts to go pitchy. The tension is high and thick and buzzing in the air, accumulated from the past half hour of fighting with only their words for weapons. 
Which between them is much sharper than tooth or claw anyway. 
"There was something off about him,” Derek tells him resolutely, arms crossed firmly over his chest. He’s a bit louder than usual, but he’s nowhere near as animated in his anger as Stiles. Not that that’s a difficult feat. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
Stiles lets out a wordless little screech, so frustrated that he’s having trouble forming actual syllables instead of angry, animal sounds. “Dude, I want you to apologize! He was the first fucking normal person I’ve met since I was sixteen years old! And you just—you pissed all over it!” 
"You want normal Stiles? The door is right fucking there," Derek replies, jaw clenched and hand gesturing to the loft’s exit. "No one is forcing you to be here. No one has ever forced you to be here.” 
Stiles goes still at the words. His whole body seems to relax, even the little tick in his jaw. He stares hard at Derek’s face, eyes flicking from left to right as he examines him. Picks him apart. Takes him in.
A humorless laugh falls from his slack mouth. “You’re a fucking idiot,” he says finally, turning with a shake of his head and slamming the door behind him. 
Derek feels the fight leave his body in a rush, like a dam finally crumbling under the weight of rough and angry waters. He scrubs a hand down his face.
He hadn’t meant to ruin Stiles’ date. He’s just so…stupidly in love with the kid. And the jealousy went howling viciously through his veins and clouded his head like thick, hot smoke and he’d just—
The pitter-patter of gentle rain against his window suddenly becomes a roar as the sky cracks open and pours down on the city. 
And Stiles doesn’t have his Jeep with him. 
Derek follows the path the boy took out of the building, takes the steps two at a time to gain a little time, plunges into the cold rain like ripping off a band aid. A little ways in front of him, Stiles’ red over shirt, obscured a little by the downpour, is trudging forward. 
"Stiles!" Derek yells over water pelting the pavement with a sound like displaced static. "Stiles!"
"What?!" Stiles snaps, body whipping around to face him. "What do want Derek?!"
They’re standing so much closer than they had been, emotions crackling like electricity between them. “I don’t—”
"I can’t keep doing this,” Stiles cuts him off, motioning wildly to the space between them. 
"What’s ‘this’?" he asks, voice soft and even against Stiles’ rough and warbling. 
"This thing where I’m…completely in love with you and you refuse to let me move on!”
Derek’s caught a little breathless, eyes focusing on the slick pink of Stiles’s lips, on the droplets that pool in his philtrum, collecting in the bow of his upper lip. 
"You want to move on?" 
"Of course I do Derek! This unrequited thing is bullshit!”
"I love you too."
"It’s not cute! It hurts and it just keeps hurting no matter how m—"
But Derek drinks the rest of his words right out of Stiles’ mouth, lips colliding with his and arms snaking around his waist like he’s trying to meld them into one being. 
Stiles tries to finish his sentence at first, words muffled and unintelligible, before his body catches up with Derek’s. He pulls back just enough to get his arms up and around Derek’s neck, suddenly returning the kiss with hard ferocity. Devouring it. Swallowing it down. His body is cold and wet but Derek’s mouths is hot, and his hand is curled in the fabric at Derek’s shoulder, and the werewolf’s tongue is fucking Stiles’ mouth, and his hand comes up from the boys back to cradle the base of his skull, and it’s…it’s not perfect. 
But somehow it is. 
Between kisses, Stiles tells Derek, “I don’t want normal.”
And Derek replies, “I don’t want anybody but you.”

happysterekthoughts:

I hope you don’t mind that I ficced all over your art. O.O

"Are you fucking kidding me right now Derek?” Stiles yells, voice reaching the point where it starts to go pitchy. The tension is high and thick and buzzing in the air, accumulated from the past half hour of fighting with only their words for weapons. 

Which between them is much sharper than tooth or claw anyway. 

"There was something off about him,” Derek tells him resolutely, arms crossed firmly over his chest. He’s a bit louder than usual, but he’s nowhere near as animated in his anger as Stiles. Not that that’s a difficult feat. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Stiles lets out a wordless little screech, so frustrated that he’s having trouble forming actual syllables instead of angry, animal sounds. “Dude, I want you to apologize! He was the first fucking normal person I’ve met since I was sixteen years old! And you just—you pissed all over it!” 

"You want normal Stiles? The door is right fucking there," Derek replies, jaw clenched and hand gesturing to the loft’s exit. "No one is forcing you to be here. No one has ever forced you to be here.” 

Stiles goes still at the words. His whole body seems to relax, even the little tick in his jaw. He stares hard at Derek’s face, eyes flicking from left to right as he examines him. Picks him apart. Takes him in.

A humorless laugh falls from his slack mouth. “You’re a fucking idiot,” he says finally, turning with a shake of his head and slamming the door behind him. 

Derek feels the fight leave his body in a rush, like a dam finally crumbling under the weight of rough and angry waters. He scrubs a hand down his face.

He hadn’t meant to ruin Stiles’ date. He’s just so…stupidly in love with the kid. And the jealousy went howling viciously through his veins and clouded his head like thick, hot smoke and he’d just—

The pitter-patter of gentle rain against his window suddenly becomes a roar as the sky cracks open and pours down on the city. 

And Stiles doesn’t have his Jeep with him. 

Derek follows the path the boy took out of the building, takes the steps two at a time to gain a little time, plunges into the cold rain like ripping off a band aid. A little ways in front of him, Stiles’ red over shirt, obscured a little by the downpour, is trudging forward. 

"Stiles!" Derek yells over water pelting the pavement with a sound like displaced static. "Stiles!"

"What?!" Stiles snaps, body whipping around to face him. "What do want Derek?!"

They’re standing so much closer than they had been, emotions crackling like electricity between them. “I don’t—”

"I can’t keep doing this,” Stiles cuts him off, motioning wildly to the space between them. 

"What’s ‘this’?" he asks, voice soft and even against Stiles’ rough and warbling. 

"This thing where I’m…completely in love with you and you refuse to let me move on!”

Derek’s caught a little breathless, eyes focusing on the slick pink of Stiles’s lips, on the droplets that pool in his philtrum, collecting in the bow of his upper lip. 

"You want to move on?" 

"Of course I do Derek! This unrequited thing is bullshit!”

"I love you too."

"It’s not cute! It hurts and it just keeps hurting no matter how m—"

But Derek drinks the rest of his words right out of Stiles’ mouth, lips colliding with his and arms snaking around his waist like he’s trying to meld them into one being. 

Stiles tries to finish his sentence at first, words muffled and unintelligible, before his body catches up with Derek’s. He pulls back just enough to get his arms up and around Derek’s neck, suddenly returning the kiss with hard ferocity. Devouring it. Swallowing it down. His body is cold and wet but Derek’s mouths is hot, and his hand is curled in the fabric at Derek’s shoulder, and the werewolf’s tongue is fucking Stiles’ mouth, and his hand comes up from the boys back to cradle the base of his skull, and it’s…it’s not perfect. 

But somehow it is. 

Between kisses, Stiles tells Derek, “I don’t want normal.”

And Derek replies, “I don’t want anybody but you.”

plasticbagvevo:

checking tumblr in public

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#felicity believed oliver was a hero when everyone else thought he was a coldblooded killer #if that doesn’t speak volumes about their relationship #i don’t know what will

221-booty:

YOU GUYS!!! WE GET A FEMALE THOR!!! F E M A L E T H O R. HE DIDN’T TURN INTO A WOMAN, BUT IT’S A NEW WOMAN, WORTHY OF MJÖLNIR.

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