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daunt:

scoutsxhonor:

rozf:

Teen Wolf Press Room

I have been a Stiles and Derek are basically the same size evangelist since day one but CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW TINY D’OB IS IN THIS STUPID PICTURE. Like, he looks exhausted and hollow-eyed and overwhelmed and my no. 1 desire is for this to be a scene from some fic where they’re fake boyfriending at a conference for werewolves and people will not stop hitting on Stiles and he’s just done, done having werewolves in his face but he doesn’t want to stress Derek out by putting him in a position where has to challenge anyone’s authority, not after things have finally settled down a little bit, not when Derek is— smiling, almost, looking bright and inquisitive, asking questions, touching his dumb vulnerable neck with his fingertips.
So Stiles bears it and bears it until they’re alone in the elevator, going up to their room, when he kind of slumps against a wall and Derek sighs and reaches out, tucks him under his enormous arm and Stiles can just— press his face into Derek’s shoulder, breathe in the big complicated scent of him, until he has permission to hold on, to let go.

Scout saying all the things I want in life~~~~~

daunt:

scoutsxhonor:

rozf:

Teen Wolf Press Room

I have been a Stiles and Derek are basically the same size evangelist since day one but CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW TINY D’OB IS IN THIS STUPID PICTURE. Like, he looks exhausted and hollow-eyed and overwhelmed and my no. 1 desire is for this to be a scene from some fic where they’re fake boyfriending at a conference for werewolves and people will not stop hitting on Stiles and he’s just done, done having werewolves in his face but he doesn’t want to stress Derek out by putting him in a position where has to challenge anyone’s authority, not after things have finally settled down a little bit, not when Derek is— smiling, almost, looking bright and inquisitive, asking questions, touching his dumb vulnerable neck with his fingertips.

So Stiles bears it and bears it until they’re alone in the elevator, going up to their room, when he kind of slumps against a wall and Derek sighs and reaches out, tucks him under his enormous arm and Stiles can just— press his face into Derek’s shoulder, breathe in the big complicated scent of him, until he has permission to hold on, to let go.

Scout saying all the things I want in life~~~~~

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steammmpunk:


Captain, this is a highly ineffective way- 
It’s for fuuuuun, Spock. And it’s Jim

Piggyback ride on honeymoon shore leave just because (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧

steammmpunk:

Captain, this is a highly ineffective way- 

It’s for fuuuuun, Spock. And it’s Jim

Piggyback ride on honeymoon shore leave just because (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧

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marielikestodraw:

devildoll:

elandrialore:

There’s a teacher….I’ll take care of her.

The steps are old, a dirty gray to go along with dingy walls, but they’re surprisingly sturdy. Her hand trails along the worn smooth bannister as she heads up the stairs, her other hand clutching her purse strap. The people hiding in the shadows seem more frightened of her than she is of them though, and none of them seem to have glowing eyes or fangs.

She can hear voices from the end of the hallway and startles when the door opens in front of her.

“-heading to Scott’s,” the boy says. “I’ll crash there tonight if it gets too late.”

His face is turned away from her, but she recognizes the curly hair and the angle of his jaw.

“Don’t forget you have a history test tomorrow,” another voice says.

Behind Isaac in the giant sprawl of a room Derek walks into view, drying his hands on a dish towel. He slows to a stop when he sees her and Isaac goes still.

“I’ll just, uh-” Isaac slips around her and disappears like a ghost, shooting one last look at Derek that she can’t begin to parse.

“I’m sorry for just dropping in like this,” she says, “but I wanted to thank you.”

She shifts as Derek continues to watch her with an unblinking gaze and then steps inside without invitation. The furniture is sparse and worn, but it looks clean. The cabinets in the kitchen are cracked, but the coffee maker looks new and for some reason it makes her smile.

She holds out the package and waits as Derek glances from it and back to her, blinking slowly.

“How did you find me?”

She lowers her arm. “You own the building,” she says simply, even though it had taken her three days to discover that fact. Her conversation with the Sheriff after the attack had been…interesting.

When it doesn’t look like he’s going to move she walks past him to the table and sets the box down gently. “Does Isaac stay here?” she asks meeting his eyes again. When he doesn’t answer she straightens her shoulders. “You saved my life and I’m thankful for that, but Isaac is my student and I have a responsibility to him.”

He looks at her for a moment longer before turning away, folding the dish towel into a neat square before he sets it on the counter. “Isaac knows he’s welcome here if he needs a place.”

“A place with a hole in the wall and at least a dozen squatters downstairs,” she says, moving until she’s in front of him.

His shoulders tense, but he doesn’t look up. “They’re not a danger to him.”

“Are you?” she asks bluntly, and watches a muscle jump in his jaw.

He takes a breath and then another before he raises his eyes. They’re not as shattered as they were three nights ago, but they still look bleak. “I would never let anyone hurt him. Not if I could stop it.”

She studies him for a minute before she nods slowly. Years of teaching teenagers has given her a pretty good idea of when someone is lying to her. “Okay,” she says, shoulders loosening. “I hope it fits, I had to guess on the size.” Derek’s eyebrows draw together and she smiles a little and nods to the box on the table. “To replace the one you lost.”

At the door she turns back. The box is open and Derek is running a hand over the soft olive colored t-shirt like he’s not sure what to do with it. It makes her ache for him, just a little, but she forces herself to walk back to her car and type out a quick, I’m safe, text.

The response is immediate, So what was it like meeting Batman?

She looks back up at the building, at the way the sunlight glances against the edges, just enough to make the shadows deeper. Sad, she types out, and then starts her car for home.

oh my god YES

oh my god. Brilliant.

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#nothing will convince me that this isn’t the look on derek’s face the first time stiles shyly tells him he loves him #they were arguing about something a couple of minutes before #something really stupid #like who ate the last granola bar #and stiles swears it wasn’t him #and derek can tell he’s lying because he’s stiles #and derek just glares at him for a sec and offhandedly says something like ‘why do i keep you?’ #and stiles grins at him a bit and says ‘cos you love me’ #but its the first time anyone has ever said the ‘l’ word in any context #and they both just freeze for a moment #and then stiles opens his mouth to make a joke or something #but then he says ‘its okay cos i love you too’ #all nonchalant but a little cautious #and derek just gives him this look #all raised eyebrows and earnest eyes #and he can’t hear any kind of lie in it #teen wolf #derek hale

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fannishthings:

 killthemwithyourawesome:

DEREK: Forget the drill.
STILES: Sorry?
DEREK: If I go in first, how much space do I have?
STILES: What do you think you’re gunna do, Derek? You’re gunna punch through the wall?
DEREK: Yes, Stiles! I’m gunna punch through the wall.
STILES: Okay, big guy. Let’s see it, let’s see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there! Don’t be scared. Big, bad wolf? Yeah, look at that. Okay. See this? That’s maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid—
He could do it!
I love Peter’s reaction in the bg. xD
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Peter:”Aw, to be young and in love”

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