logic-and-art:

battledad:

racheltastik:

'Horns' Official Trailer

whooooaaa

Good, still hyped for this.

Do I wanna see this for the plot or for Daniel Radcliffe doing an American accent?


Seal jumps on duck hunter’s boat and wants to cuddle X


finduilasclln:

haletostilinski:

heathyr:

Dylan arriving at the M&G *

okay i’m gonna need president’s son flanked by the secret service fic stat

and the main secret service guy is Derek

And Stiles keeps flirting with Derek, teasing him, trying to provoke him, making Derek’s job about a million times more difficult, because damn, he just wants to give in. He wants all those things Stiles is trying to lure out of him, and it’s so hard to say no, but he has to. This is his job, and it’s important. He has to stay focused. He has to… But Stiles is no fool, and obviously he notices how Derek looks at him, the things Derek does for him, the way Derek’s pupils dilate when Stiles comes just a tad too closely. And Stiles is a bit reckless and young, and he’s used to taking what he wants, so he doesn’t understand Derek’s resistance, per se. He doesn’t understand Derek’s reluctance to give into his feelings, his urges.

Until Stiles calls Derek one night, from his bedroom where he’s supposed to be safe, and tells Derek in a panicked voice that he thinks someone’s in there with him, and can Derek please come over because he doesn’t feel safe? And Derek’s never ran this hard in his entire life, all the way across the White House, barging into Stiles’ room with his gun drawn, ready to kill the first person to hurt Stiles. Only Derek nearly drops his gun because there is no intruder, there is no danger. There’s only Stiles, sitting on the side of his bed, naked, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth while he looks seductively at Derek. 

And Derek just snaps, but not in the way Stiles wanted him to (by falling into bed with him). No, Derek snaps by yelling at Stiles, by cursing at him for making his life oh so damn difficult, for making his job almost impossible, for exploiting his fucking feelings for Stiles, because yes, Derek wants him, and yes, Derek loves him, and he would give everything to have Stiles but he can’t. He would get fired, he would compromise Stiles’ safety (and that’s just something that he would never be able to justify) so. he. can’t. 

And Stiles just… he tugs the sheet over his lap, ducks his head in shame, because he gets it now. That this isn’t a game to Derek. And he mumbles an apology as he rushes into his bathroom, dragging the sheet along with him. And when he comes back out, Derek is gone. 

They avoid each other for a few days, which is harder than it seems when Derek still has to make sure Stiles is safe at all times. But he’s assigned his best men to Stiles’ security detail, and he’s keeping tabs on them all. But Stiles doesn’t know all that, and just… he misses Derek. Not the teasing or the game Stiles turned everything into. He misses the moments he talked with Derek. The moments where Derek was always by his side. The moments where he’s never felt safer. He misses Derek for who he is, not the hot Secret Service guy he could maybe try and lure into bed. And he realizes what an ass he’s been, what a complete and utter idiot, and how he ruined everything. 

So he goes and finds Derek, but Derek doesn’t want to talk to him and brushes him off. Stiles starts his apology, but Derek says it’s his night off, and he doesn’t have to deal with Stiles in his free time and it hurts to even say the words, but he can’t handle dealing with Stiles right now. But Stiles wouldn’t be Stiles if he didn’t sneak off when Derek left the White House, following him all by himself, without any security around. And before he can catch up with Derek in the streets, he’s recognized, and people start surrounding him, taking pictures, wanting to talk to him. And they’re a bit pushy, but Stiles can handle it, until it gets a bit too much, and people get too close, too pushy, touching him, grabbing his shoulder to get his attention, and Stiles suddenly realizes that he’s all alone, all by himself, no one around to protect him and he doesn’t know how to handle it and he’s close to getting a panic attack and why won’t these people just go away? 

And then there’s another hand on his shoulder, but it’s a familiar one. It’s Derek, who’s pushing aside the crowd, curling his arm around Stiles protectively as he guides him away, into a restaurant where he knows the owner and they get to sneak into the back, near the private entrance. 

"Are you completely out of your mind?" Derek yells at him, and Stiles is close to tears, as Derek continues, "What are you even doing here? Do you realize what could have happened?" 

"I just… I needed to…" Stiles says, his breathing heavy, as Derek’s hands clutch at Stiles’ upper arms, "I needed to talk to you." 

"You… what?" Derek asks, trying to wrap his mind around things. 

"Derek, I’m so sorry," Stiles rushes out, "I’ve been such an idiot, and I’ve ruined everything. You… you probably hate me for what I did, but I swear I… I just didn’t think. I was so blinded by how much I wanted you that I just… I never even considered things from your side." He ducks his head, his cheeks flushed, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I’m so sorry." 

There’s a silence for a second, before Derek whispers, “I could never hate you. That’s the problem. I could never…” 

"Tell me how to make this right, Derek, please?" Stiles pleads, "I’ll do anything. Please, I just need you back in my life, please, I can’t - " 

And then his words are cut off by Derek’s lips, pressed against his, Derek’s hands still gripping his arms as Stiles grips his fists into Derek’s shirt, almost desperately. His cheeks are wet, but Stiles can’t bring himself to care as he falls into the kiss, and he’s never felt so scared in Derek’s presence before, but he’s never felt more alive. 


thecutestofthecute:

English Cream Dachshund 


gasmaskedsilence:

Short video of the first episode of Supernatural Season 10!!


lifeaslindz:

soheresto-drinksinthedark:

theoppositeofsane:

biiishop:

hollycourt55377:

facetofacewiththesky:

spendthadaywithjae:

ppeanutttt:

afffable:

FUCK

Think about how much easier it would be to shave your legs….

Goal

But also sex.

I would be late for everything with a shower like this.

I COULD FINALLY SLEEP… IN THE SHOWER

Future home goals.

I COULD EAT PIZZA IN THE SHOWER

Sex, sleep and pizza; in the shower. People of Tumblr got life goals on lock down.

lifeaslindz:

soheresto-drinksinthedark:

theoppositeofsane:

biiishop:

hollycourt55377:

facetofacewiththesky:

spendthadaywithjae:

ppeanutttt:

afffable:

FUCK

Think about how much easier it would be to shave your legs….

Goal

But also sex.

I would be late for everything with a shower like this.

I COULD FINALLY SLEEP… IN THE SHOWER

Future home goals.

I COULD EAT PIZZA IN THE SHOWER

Sex, sleep and pizza; in the shower. People of Tumblr got life goals on lock down.


nfour:

rh1tard:

this is beautiful and every person who didn’t get what they wanted tonight should reblog this.

Omg


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gallifreyssmelody:

Sterek AU: Stiles is possessed by the Nogitsune and attempts to kill his friends but snaps out of it at the voice of Derek

"Stiles, stop this! It’s me!" Derek yelled as he blocked another attack. "Snap out of it, Stiles!" he said as he stared into the boy’s eyes. "I don’t want to hurt you," the former alpha added in desperation.

Scott took a step forward but Derek sent him a look that kept him in his place. 

"Derek," a faint voice uttered and Derek turned his head towards Stiles as he felt the younger boy’s arms relax in his. He’s back. It’s him. A wave of relief washed over him while Stiles stared at him in confusion.


"If today was your last day on earth, what would you do?"