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September 2014
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because-sterek:

sourwolvesandsarcasm:

LET IT HAPPEN ALREADY

SO MUCH YES

because-sterek:

sourwolvesandsarcasm:

LET IT HAPPEN ALREADY

SO MUCH YES

September 2014
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castformi:

deaton puts tracking chips in all the werewolves because he’s a veterinarian

He frikken should!

September 2014
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sinyhale:

CSI: Beacon Hills

inspired by (x)

September 2014
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savvylikeapirate:

tatallalock:

Toothless Dragon Trainer hoodie

I WANT THE THING

#clothing porn   #HtTYD   #Toothless   #win   
September 2014
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devildears:

tragicallyromantic:

Original crashed Impala from the Season 1 finale :(

They took us to see her during the location tour on Monday. Russ Hamilton said it was junked since they didn’t even think Supernatural would be picked up.

Now I truly understand Dean’s pain.

September 2014
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emilysgilmores:

real talk did mr. tate get caught in one of his own bear traps has he been in the forest this whole time someone help him please

September 2014
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linkravio:

legend of zelda cosplay set of kumoricon 2014! the happy mask salesman was so in character it was gr8

tumblr/twitter/etc urls in the captions! feel free to point out who someone is if they’re not up there!

September 2014
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indecentdrawer:

smooth, stilinski

#fanart   #Sterek   
September 2014
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deleted-scenes:

Teen Wolf AU: So Stiles’ original plan of insinuating himself into every aspect of Derek’s life and making Derek fall in love with him - mostly by just being everywhere all the time - might not have worked as well as anticipated because Derek is a paranoid bastard, but from where Stiles is standing it looks like it all went okay anyway. 

Inspired by this post, except that it got sappier.

“’Okay’? I’m sorry, did you say ‘okay?’”

Derek sighs, pretending to be exasperated. “I did.” He takes a step closer to him, not sure if the racing heart he hears is Stiles’ or his own.

Stiles rubs a hand over his buzzed hair. Derek can’t wait to get his mouth on it, feel it bristle against his thighs. “Holy shit I can’t believe that worked. I didn’t think – “

“You mean you actually planned that speech? You came here to ask me out and that’s the speech you planned?” Derek loved the speech, has been waiting for Stiles to blurt out something ridiculous like that for awhile now, but he still can’t help but tease him for it. 

Stiles is especially adorable when he’s stuttering and trying to argue with him. “No, I didn’t plan…I just…I didn’t think you’d really even want to be my friend, let alone…the other stuff. To be honest, I don’t even remember exactly what I said.”

Derek can definitely hear the racing of Stiles’ pulse now, wonders if he’ll get to trace its sinuous path under his skin with his tongue, maybe rough up that pale, beauty-marked canvas with hickies and beard burn, mark his neck up so everyone knows he’s taken, mark up all kinds of other places only he’ll get to see, just for the two of them.

Derek takes another step closer so there’s hardly any space at all between them. They’ve been closer, a lot closer, in the pool, in the sheriff’s station, but it’s never felt like this.

Like the beginning of something that will never end.

“You said that you wanted to be my best friend who holds my hand and gives me orgasms and maybe puts a ring on it.”

He can’t help but smile at Stiles’ look of cringing horror. “Oh god, and you still said okay?”

“I must be crazy.” He runs a finger up Stiles’ arm, smiling as his skin rises in goosebumps in response to his touch. His knuckles dance over his collarbone, eyes locked on Stiles’ lower lip, red and pillowy from his nervous chewing, his oral fixation.

“Or you just have really low standards,” Stiles attempts to tease, slightly cracking voice giving him away even if his heartbeat hadn’t already.

Derek gently cups the back of Stiles’ neck, runs his thumb across his hairline, memorizing the flutter of his eyelashes when they flit up to meet his gaze. “Or, I also want to be your best friend who holds your hand and gives you orgasms and puts a ring on it.”

“Oh.” Stiles says, all soft and perplexed, scent thickening with sweet happiness and lust.

Derek’s got him in his grasp now, other arm hooked firmly around his narrow waist, pressing them close together. He takes a deep breath and finally gives in to two years of temptation, closing his eyes as he nuzzles into Stiles’ neck, inhaling his musky-sweet scent up close, so potent and pure right there behind his ear it makes him dizzy. Derek noses hard at his jaw, running his face along the hard-edged bone dusted in short, sharp stubble.

Stiles is making a noise, groaning and gasping, body going pliant, cock pressing against his, both of them hard and straining against the fabric between them. “Is, uh,” he pants, breath hot and wet against his cheek, “there a particular order you want to do those things?”

Derek smiles into his neck and reaches down to intertwine their fingers, clasping his hand firmly. “I’m a fan of trying everything at once,” he whispers before kissing him, finally.

September 2014
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writingonthecastlewalls:

The Best of Nathan Filion’s “No Day”