Remembering… My sololeveling shitposts… That I realized I haven’t posted on tumblr… at all

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Remembering… My sololeveling shitposts… That I realized I haven’t posted on tumblr… at all
If you were church, I’d get on my knees Confess my love, I’d know where to be My sanctuary, you’re holy to me If you were church, I’d get on my knees (x)
[-Patreon-]
Hehe
“I thought it was a Flinstone vitamin!”
“Why would they have Flinstone vitamins at a frat party?? Stay where you are, I’m coming to get you.”
“You’re so over protective, is it weird how much I love that about you? … Oh shit I think it’s kicking in.”
“Jesus Christ, Stiles.”
“Peter, you’re four hours away, I’ll probably be coming down by then, you don’t need-“
“I don’t care, I’m still coming. Just stay where you are. Where’s Kira? Why isn’t she babysitting you?”
“Last I saw she was tonsil deep in mouth of the dive team captain, and it’s not like this is LSD Peter. I don’t need to be babysat. I’m pretty sure the dude in the corner took it and he’s just been rubbing his cheek against a courderoy jacket since I got here.”
“Great, go find some courderoy and then wait for me to get there.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to get here. If I might remind you, you were the one who didn’t want to ‘crowd’ me so that I could have a ‘normal college experience.’ Normal!! ‘Normal’ made a suicide pact with ‘Calm’ three years ago, and they were both buried by total insanity long before college, Peter.”
“Which makes it all the more important that you take this opportunity to get a little of that back.”
“I don’t want it. I want you, dillhole, here with me, being a jackass in person where I can kiss you.”
“You are the angriest ecstasy user I’ve ever heard, how much did you take?”
“Just one. Hold on- oh.”
“‘Oh’? ‘Oh’ what? Stiles!”
“Um. They are Flinstone vitamins.”
“…”
“… you’re still coming anyway right?”
“… yes.”
(And that’s the story of how Peter moves to Berkeley to live with Stiles)
I love this so much
This has brought me so much joy.
#Oh god the difference between his reactions #Except the top is the nogitsune pretending to be stiles #so the nogi assumed he’d be a mess #But Stiles is so jaded at this point #whatever the reason for the blood is #It’s something that elects anger instead of anxiety #Stiles Stilinski #teen wolf (via queerlyalex)
Fic it. Definitely.
Imagine Stiles getting thrown into the past, but constantly forgetting to change how he talks and just ends up walking away in an awkward silence.
Stiles: *sees Peter for the first time* your uncle has a lot of BDE
Derek: What?
Stiles: You know, BDE…big dick energy.
Derek: What the hell is wrong with you?
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Stiles: *finds a dead body in the preserve* big mood.
Literally anyone: What
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Stiles: this is so sad, Alexa play Despacito.
Peter: What did you say?
Stiles: it’s- it’s a spell…
Stiles explaining he’s from the future.
Stiles:So, yeah, I was basically yeeted through time and space.
Talia:Do you have any idea what he said?
Deaton:…I have no idea
(I’m going to make this a fic. Tell me more stupid things we say daily.)
This is the best thing I've read all week.
Stiles is canonically a princess. Sorry, but that’s the rules. I don’t make these things up.
The truthhhhhhhh
stop making deep gay movies 2k19 I want my gays kissing while swinging on a grappling hook from generic sci fi alien monster #12 so I don’t have to think about jackshit
So, quantity over quality?
nah I just don’t want the same exact plot line of “woman meets woman. woman is married and straight! why does she feel attracted to her if straight? the word bi doesn’t exist and she cheats on her husband for two hours then someone dies or they never see each other again” for wlw and “just straight up pedophilia or abuse” for mlm. I want fun gay movies w out tragedy. deep gay movies like moonlight are good and needed but “deep” gay movies like call me by your name or blue is the warmest color have gotta go.
also a lot of ppl just prefer sci fi/fantasy to drama and there should be more genre options for gay movies than just period dramas or tragedies
Please.
Sleep is for bitches. Fanfic is for champs
Preach
user: tittie
tumblr: STOP! You violated the law. Pay the court a fine or serve your sentence. Your stolen goods are now forfeit.
>resist arrest
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Night in the Museum: here’s a spooky mummy!! oooh!
10 y/o me: haha he’s ugly watch
Night in the Museum: [ mummy unmasks himself to reveal a twenty-something year old Rami Malek ]
10 y/o me:
great post but this reads exactly like the cereal guy meme
you broke me
Night at the museum?
i made this lockscreen and i liked it so much i decided to share
This is great.
me: look, a crab eating a strawberry
my roommate: but he’s eating such small pieces..
me: …he’s a crab
This is fucking cute.
First gif, telling himself all the ways he and Peter are gonna just fucking *wreck* each other when they finally get each other naked. Second gif, seeing Peter fresh out the shower and realizing holy fuck I was not prepared for that
This is so fucking valid, what a good interpretation of those gifs. He was not prepared. He’s never prepared for the glory that is Naked Peter™. On the flip side, Peter has definitely stubbed his toe at least four times while being distracted by Stiles’ throat/hands/mouth.
I am so here for these two assholes falling all over themselves for each other?? I need a fic of just that. Stiles losing his train of thought because Peter took off his shirt. Peter walking into a wall because Stiles is licking an ice cream cone. Peter getting thrown into a tree when Stiles strips down to his tshirt and stretches during training. Stiles almost stabbing himself when Peter presses against him to correct his stance. Derek sighing and wishing they’d just fucking fuck already.
The first time Derek noticed it, it was because he was in the middle of a very important discussion with Stiles. A life or death discussion. Specifically the life of the pack and the death of several dozen gnomes that had taken up residence in the sewage system.
Stiles was holding a lighter, explaining how they could use naturally occurring methane to get rid of the gnomes, when he suddenly trailed off mid sentence.
Derek looked up at him quizzically, scrunching his eyebrows.
“Stiles?”
He didn’t respond, but continued holding the lighter and staring over Derek’s shoulder.
Derek glanced behind himself, but didn’t see anything unusual. Erica and Boyd were playing cards, Scott was staring into space instead of reading his history text, and Peter was doing pull ups in the doorway.
Derek looked back at Stiles, starting to get a little concerned, and noticed that the flame on the lighter was too close to his thumb.
“Stiles-“
“Shit!!” Stiles yelled, dropping the lighter and sticking his thumb into his mouth to suck on the burn.
A loud thunk and clatter happened behind him, and Derek turned around in time to see Peter pick himself up off the floor, rubbing his elbow.
What the hell.
Derek looked back and forth between the two of them for a minute, wondering if this was a new side effect of the gnomes in the sewers. It wasn’t I’ll he saw his uncle’s slack jawed stare at Stiles’ mouth, and Stiles’ returning fixation on Peter’s shirtless top, that he figured it out.
“Ugh.”
Stiles startled at the sound, flushing red and determinedley looking away from Peter.
“Right. Methane.”
“I’m going for a run,” Peter announced with a slight growl to his voice that spoke of unvoiced frustration.
Derek sighed.
This was going to be a disaster.
__________
The second time could have been passed off as general Stiles clumsiness, if it weren’t for the fact that Derek knew Peter was eating a popsicle directly in Stiles’ line of sight.
“You alright,” he asked flatly as Stiles dusted off the knees of his jeans.
“Fine, fine, I’m perfectly fine.” Stiles glanced back at Peter again. Derek raised an eyebrow.
“Do you want a popsicle?”
“NO. No. No thank you, I do not want a popsicle right now.”
“Are you sure? It sounds like you want a popsicle,” Derek pressed, thinking that maybe if he could get them both in the same spot with the same dumb thoughts, he cut end this before it got horrible.
“Nope, no, I actually need to go, uh, right now.” One more glance at Peter had his voice a little more distant, but he still said, “Yeah… I have to leave right the fuck now. Bye.”
Well. He tried.
__________
Peter walked into a wall on ice cream night.
Stiles dropped a Costco sized box of steaks on his foot when Peter bent over to put groceries away.
Stiles took off his shirt to go swimming, and Peter tripped over a pool noodle and fell into the water fully clothed.
Derek was concerned that he would soon have a permanent palm print on his forehead from how often his hand was there.
But it wasn’t until the next training day that he finally found the solution to his problems.
__________
“Peter. Stiles. You two are sparring over there.” Derek pointed to a section of grass to the right that was partially sectioned off by trees, giving it a slightly more separate feel.
Peter and both immediately tensed.
“Are you sure about that one, nephew dear? You would want me to break out only human, after all.”
Stiles made an indignant sound.
“Break me?! You couldn’t break me!” His face suddenly froze, and he began backtracking. “But, uh, maybe he’s right. Maybe we should spar someone else-“
“No. Go.”
Derek turned away, knowing they’d sort themselves out from there.
Stiles and Peter glanced at each other, and Peter gestured forward with an arm.
“After you.”
Stiles rolled his eyes, but walked forward anyway, only to be taken by surprise when Peter slid up behind him and wrapped a hand around his throat.
“Never let an enemy behind you, darling,” Peter whispered in his ear.
Stiles thought he might pass out from how fast all the blood was draining to his dick.
Instead, he kicked a leg behind him, in between Peter’s, and knocked one away, unbalancing him. Peter’s grip loosened in surprise and Stiles spun around, kicking the already unbalanced leg again, causing Peter to fall. In a second Stiles was on top of him, pocket knife at his temple.
By the time Derek looked back, fifteen seconds after sending them away, they were making out.
“Oh thank Christ,” he muttered to himself. “Alright, go home everyone!” he called out. “Training’s cancelled!!”
“What?” Isaac said. “We just got here!”
Derek jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the two on the ground.
“If you want to stay here with them, be my guest. I’m leaving.”
Isaac actually looked tempted for a moment before Scott let out a disgusted retching sound and pulled him away.
Yes! A million times yes.
She was listening to you.
Requested by @ryanwithcupcake
We should all love Peter and his sassy replies.
My blog title isn’t true anymore I’ve seen five episodes what should I change it to
“RIP Canon”
“Peter Deserved Better”
“Who the Fuck is Scott”
“Allison Deserved Better”
“Why are All the Parents in This Show Terrible”
“Boyd Deserved Better”
“So That Whole Spark Thing Just…?”
“Erica Deserved Better”
“Children Please Stop Fucking at the School”
“Gerard Deserved Worse”
MY SUGGESTION BOX IS OPEN
Yesssss
“It may be McCall’s Pack, but this is Hale land. Generations of my family bled for it and onto it doing the same thing I am doing right now: protecting it.”
Isaac: Scar’s brother was ultra hot and I'm so mad he is dead.
Isaac: I JUST REALIZED THAT I SHOULD CLARIFY THAT I AM WATCHING FMA: BROTHERHOOD AND I AM NOT IN FACT LUSTING AFTER MUFASA, SCAR’S DEAD BROTHER IN THE LION KING.
Erica: Too late, you’re a fucking furry now.
Boyd: we are literally werewolves or fucking werewolves
Stiles: touche'