You Just have no firenze

littlelovelylottie asked four gifs of dylan o’brien

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 00:56:49 -0500

littlelovelylottie asked four gifs of dylan o’brien

Ashley please tell me you have seen this.

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 00:51:11 -0500

Ashley please tell me you have seen this. :

oh my god I hadn’t this is the best thing ever I want it so bad

I… actually can’t believe how miserable that made me. Like, the guilt and the crippling...

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 00:29:34 -0500

I… actually can’t believe how miserable that made me. Like, the guilt and the crippling self-doubt are just sort of consuming me and I can’t do anything else and now I just… I don’t want to be here anymore. I should probably just go. That’s the actual solution but… why….. I don’t know.

I don’t know what I’m saying anymore.

Celebrity/Sherlock AU

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 00:28:46 -0500

Celebrity/Sherlock AU

Okay the actual shame I feel about being a Sterek shipper because most shippers are so crazy and...

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 23:59:00 -0500

Okay the actual shame I feel about being a Sterek shipper because most shippers are so crazy and stuff and I just like I like the thing I do and

I wrote that drabble and right afterwards someone reblogged something saying that Teen Wolf isn’t about Sterek and I… I know that

and now I never want to write or put it anywhere ever again i just feel so guilty for breathing/existing/etc oh my god.

Like, I understand why they reblogged it I do I really do I just… didn’t… It took me hours to start to feel better and now I… feel…. worse…

alucifer asked: derek/stiles— five times derek was happy, and 1 time he wasn’t i. Maybe...

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 23:42:00 -0500

alucifer asked:
derek/stiles— five times derek was happy, and 1 time he wasn’t

i.
Maybe happiness isn’t the right word to describe what Derek felt when his claws sank into Peter’s throat. And yet, somehow that’s exactly how he feels. There’s a sort of satisfaction in the fact that the loose ends have been tied, even if that means losing the last of his family. As the power tears through his veins and bleeds into his eyes, the relief that floods through him is the closest he’s felt to happy in years.

He’ll take what he can get.

ii.
Happy is what he feels when he, Erica, Boyd, and Isaac are hanging around in a room. There’s a low buzz in his chest that Derek recognizes as a contented growl. It’s a noise he hasn’t heard in a long time—at least note since Laura and New York, if not longer. Isaac is laid down at his feet while Boyd and Erica curl into each other at the other end of the house. It’s not perfect—there’s something, someone missing—but it’s better than nothing.

He would know.

iii.
Scott shows up in the middle of the night, shirt torn and bloodied, one eye slowly healing from what was clearly a clean tear. Derek lets him in without a word, isn’t surprised when Stiles bounces in behind him. He raises an eyebrow—because seriously, how can you bounce when your best friend nearly got killed—but says nothing. Just follows them into the living room. Scott rambles on for a while about alphas, ex-girlfriends, and what a useless best friend he’s got (Derek notes the way Stiles’ face scrunches up, despite the fact that Scott is clearly joking). It’s an hour of talking and healing before he finally gets to his point.

“I’ll join your stupid pack, if it means we can beat these guys and get them out of town before someone gets seriously hurt.”

It’s the smartest thing Scott has ever said, and the joy that tears through him as Scott bares his neck is surprising. He realizes, shortly as Scott and Stiles are stumbling out of the front door for home that, implicitly, Stiles is pack now too. They’re a set, after all. Derek has gained two more family members today.

He growls at them both, happily, and while Scott seems to recognize what it means, Stiles’ heart rate skyrockets.

“Dude?! What the hell?” the teen flails.

“No, dude,” Scott says, grinning. “That’s a happy growl.”

Derek shuts the door after that, because the curiosity and confusion coming off of Stiles is overwhelming. He’s not sure how to handle this much joy.

iv.
He walks in one afternoon to the smell of food and happiness and—
“Stiles?”

The boy in question turns around at the stove, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape, spoon in hand, and an apron on. Where he even found the apron (maybe he already owned it), Derek doesn’t really want to know. What he does want to know is why Stiles is in his kitchen, making himself that smells… familiar.

“I, um, well… I’m not entirely convinced you eat, y’know? Outside of rabbits and field mice. So I came over to make you something. But I didn’t know what to make and this book was in one of the cabinets and—shit, please don’t be mad I just, I thought.”

Derek realizes then why it smells so familiar. It’s his grandmother’s stew cooking in that pot. Somehow Stiles made it smell exactly like his mother had—a mixture of spices and home, that, when consumed, flavored the chicken perfectly. Stiles shouldn’t smell like home. Stiles shouldn’t be able to make stew that smells like it. Still, Derek walks up and places a hand on his shoulder, a silent command for Stiles to shut the hell up without threatening bodily harm—something he’d had to stop after Scott joined the pack.

“It’s fine, Stiles. Good, even. I’m glad…” He chokes on the last word, is surprised by the emotion clogging his throat. Because he’s not sad, not really anyway.

“I know,” Stiles whispers, reaching out to wrap his fingers around Derek’s arm. “I know.”

Derek is glad for that.

v.
Stiles makes him laugh. Not full-bodied laughs that signify true happiness and a conquering of personal ills, but laughs nonetheless. He snorts, mostly, or smiles to himself. Eventually Stiles starts to notice, though, and he makes an effort to keep making it happen. It’s surprising, but not altogether unwanted. Stiles understands him in a way the others can’t. And maybe that’s why his entrance into the pack was so pleasing. Or maybe it’s just Stiles himself. It doesn’t really matter.
Stiles makes Derek happy, and to Derek, that’s terrifying.

1.
High school, as Derek remembers, ends. He remembers it all too late, as he watches Stiles pack his suitcase and shove his necessities into small boxes. He’s going somewhere north, near Portland, maybe even in Portland. Derek wasn’t really paying attention. He’s been sulking for days, avoiding talking or even looking in Stiles’ direction. He knows it’s not the right way of dealing with things, but over the last few years, he’s forgotten how to live without those small moments of happiness. He’s not sure what to do with the fact that the thought of losing Stiles, even temporarily, hurts so much. Stiles is… not unattractive, but he’s loud, obnoxious, maybe too excitable. He’s nosy, prying, and too much to handle at the best of times. This should be good, this should give him breathing space. This should make him happy.

He hasn’t been this miserable since before he’d torn Peter’s throat to shreds.

okay I’m home I’m gonna post the prompt I did finish and start writing others

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 23:34:21 -0500

okay I’m home I’m gonna post the prompt I did finish and start writing others

also meaghan sent me 10 prompts ten of them I’m trying to keep these around 500 words or so...

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 22:20:29 -0500

also meaghan sent me 10 prompts ten of them

I’m trying to keep these around 500 words or so but I’m going to have to… switch between people’s prompts because holy hell she gave me so many

I may not do all of them because one of them is literally “ignition” and I’m just like, “wtf am I supposed to do with that?”

@Karina

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 22:19:42 -0500

oh my god I will definitely write your prompt I didn’t realize I needed it so bad until I did

ugh i actually don’t want to be this upset anymore I need to write something to get out of...

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 22:05:20 -0500

ugh i actually don’t want to be this upset anymore I need to write something to get out of this funk so…

if you guys wanna….

idk, leave me prompts or something I’ll try my hand at them (and probs fail but I will make a concerted effort)

Dude what the fuck are you talking about you're hella awesome seriously like I WORSHIP the ground you walk on I mean like you're literally one of my top 5 favorite blogs and you're actually a really fabulous person

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 22:01:36 -0500

I… what… but… I’m…. never… on….

also…. i hate the tumblr app I never see that I get messages

songsforthesiren: Yes, you.

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 21:57:39 -0500

songsforthesiren:

Yes, you.

MEAGHAN ZOOMED IN ON TYLER’S FACE IN THIS PICTURE OF HIM...

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 21:23:33 -0500

MEAGHAN ZOOMED IN ON TYLER’S FACE IN THIS PICTURE OF HIM PLAYING BASKET BALL AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED

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Thu, 14 Feb 2013 21:17:54 -0500

throws up and dies because I suck

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 20:58:23 -0500

throws up and dies because I suck

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Thu, 14 Feb 2013 20:55:30 -0500

themashoojames: cyruslicious: MIND FUCKED JESUSSSSSSSSSSSS

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 14:07:30 -0500

themashoojames:

cyruslicious:

MIND FUCKED

JESUSSSSSSSSSSSS

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Wed, 13 Feb 2013 13:39:22 -0500

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Wed, 13 Feb 2013 13:10:56 -0500

gamsee: MY DAD TRIPPED OVER MY SKATEBOARD AND HE SAID “I GUESS I DONT GOT NO MOTHAFUCKIN RAD SKILLZ...

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 12:42:56 -0500

gamsee:

MY DAD TRIPPED OVER MY SKATEBOARD AND HE SAID “I GUESS I DONT GOT NO MOTHAFUCKIN RAD SKILLZ DAWG”

MY FATHER IS A 50 YEAR OLD JAPANESE MAN