call us brutal, sick, sadistic, and grotesquely optimistic
‘cause way down deep inside we’ve got a dream!
WHY IS THIS GIF SET NOT AROUND MORE?!
I like that they’re all so supportive of one another, but still decide to crack in skulls when they get mad.
Such good friends.
Damon + Elena
“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control.”
"it is so out of character for elena to forgive damon after everything he’s done recently"
but it wasn’t out of character for elena to forgive stefan and choose him after everything he put her through in season 3
TPO Exclusive: Tyler’s winning audition in 2002 with Jennifer Lopez for his role in ‘Maid in Manhattan’. Video courtesy of Tyler’s mom, Cyndi. [watch here]
tumblr literally defies all things i’ve been taught:
- don’t talk to strangers
- don’t make friends online
- don’t do anything stupid
Joshua Butler: @IanSomerhalder lights up the screen. And the world. #TVD 5x20 #DirectorPride
One more of my favorites and I’m done :D
The Darkness Fades Away by heartsdesire456
John hummed, looking at Derek. “What kind of drug dealer doesn’t drink?” he asked suspiciously.
Stiles gasped. “DAD!” he cried.
Derek just met John’s gaze evenly. “Not a drug dealer. Never even smoked pot before,” he said and Stiles actually raised an eyebrow at him.
John frowned. “Really? What are you, a nun?” he asked, and Stiles cleared his throat pointedly. “So…pimp?” he asked, then gaped. “Oh God, Scott’s not a prostitute is he, Stiles? I cannot be the one to bust Melissa’s son for soliciting-“
“Oh my God, Dad STOP!” he cried. “Scott is not a prostitute!”
John looked troubled. “You’re not, right Stiles?”
Stiles glowered. “Dad, I’m not a call boy, Derek is not a pimp!”
Stiles made a face. “Derek, please tell me you carrying me like a princess was the most embarrassing thing that happened today,” he pleaded and Derek chuckled, smirking.
“Well, you asked me quite loudly in front of all the ER nurses and waiting room if I was pregnant, sooo…” Stiles groaned, putting his face in his hands.
“Oh God, I did?”
John chuckled. “You asked him if werewolves had babies or litters of puppies and then you asked if male werewolves could have babies and then asked if Derek was going to have puppies one day and finished it with a shrill cry of ‘Derek are you pregnant?!’. It was beautiful,” John teased.
I just have to share some of my favorite parts from Dating Backwards by RemainNameless :)) Definitely one of my all time favorites..
I just adored Stydia friendship, cause I can see that happening in the show, they would be amazing friends :D And this is basically definition of BFFs :))
“I need you to help me get rid of a body,” he tells her.
There’s a sharp intake of breath and the music in the background is getting softer. “Where are you? What supplies do you have? The most important thing right now is to stay calm. If you panic, you’ll make mistakes, and you’ll get caught.”
If he weren’t so fucking pissed off right now, he’d be grinning because she’s a good one, Lydia is.
“I haven’t killed him yet. I’m not even dressed, but it’s happening tonight, and I’m going to need your help. You owe me.”
“Stop staring at me,” Derek tells him. “And we really should get up.”
They lay there for a full minute and a half before Stiles says anything. “I thought we were getting up.”
“We are. It’s a process. We have to commit to the idea first.”
Stiles looks at him with something like respect. “Aw, that excuse was almost okay. It’s like my lazy, shirking ways are rubbing off on you. Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Yeah, that’s it,” Derek says with a snort and then—the horror!—he starts to get up.
“What are you doing? Stop that. Immediately. Cease and desist!” Derek gives him a look, standing next to the bed, and Stiles glares. “I hate you. I was comfortable.”
I loved all earz on me by theteapirate :)) It’s human au, where everyone is at college and we have oblivious boys, and there is a little bit of sex :D You just have to love it…
“You should smile more,” Stiles sighs dreamily, leaning across the counter. He plants his chin in his hand and stares up at Derek. “You’re normally so…growly.”
“Growly?” Derek raises an eyebrow. He looks terribly amused.
“Yeah. Like. Frowny. Broody. Growly.”
Derek’s eyebrows go up even higher.
“Oh shut up eyebrows!” Stiles groans. “You know what I mean.” Then, as an afterthought, “It is hot though.”
“What?” Derek chuckles. “My eyebrows?”
“Well…yeah. But…the growly thing. I like it. I like you smiley too. I like all of you.”
And then there is this :) You just have to love Scott <3
“I told you, Derek’s a butthole. Men are buttholes.”
Stiles raises his eyebrows at Scott. “Dude.”
“What? I know I’m a butthole. You’re definitely a butthole. All men are buttholes,” Scott says gravely. “We’re just born that way.”
Sterek fic rec!!!!! :))))
Derek was prepared to have his heart broken for just one evening with Stiles. He knew what he was getting himself into
(He had no idea what he was getting himself into)
Where Lydia and Erica plot, Scott turns eighteen and gets awesome cake, and Stiles and Derek totally don’t want to kiss each other. At all.
Derek kicks the door of the washer shut with a satisfying crack and hauls Stiles up on top of it.
“You are so—”
“What?” Stiles says, grinning at him. “I’m so what, Derek?”
“Yeah, for a tyrannical stylist and his helpless dupe, we’re doing just fine.”
Stiles sits down opposite him, long fingers wrapping round the vodka bottle’s neck as he drags it towards him. “Huh.” He’s practically caressing the lid as he unscrews it and Derek shifts in his seat, looks determinedly elsewhere.
“Eight people are going to be descending on our home in a mere matter of days, Derek.” Stiles grabs the pizza box, uses it to gesture at the pile of books and papers under the table, away and towards Derek’s sneaker collection. “You want them to think we live like this all the time?”
“We do live like this all the time,” Derek huffs, stretching lazily.
Derek kicks Stiles out of the full moon puppy piles; it takes Stiles a while to figure out why. And then he takes ~steps.
In which Stiles is a fantastic guitar player and auditions for a rock band called Hunter’s Moon. Derek is the lead singer and has been obsessed with Stiles for months. Much snogging happens and also some sexytimes filth.
I’ve written lyrics for this - they’re bad, but please don’t copy them w/o asking me or do anything weird with them.
This is also my first Teenwolf fic and it’s not been beta’d. I obviously am not Jeff or anyone else related to TW and I totally love canon but this just had to be written.
Stiles is a college radio DJ with a talent for pining and hooking up with douchebags. Derek is a college baseball player with a talent for eyebrows and misrepresenting himself. Neither boy is particularly talented at communication.