Magic and musings.

💀 Witchy stuff! 🔮 Miranda, 22, American, and gay af. 👻

[nondelphic]

"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

[angeltiddies]

HOLD UP. YOU'RE TELLING ME THE OFFICIAL SUPERNATURAL YOUTUBE ACCOUNT POSTED AN HOUR LONG JOHN HATE COMPILATION?????

[angeltiddies]

NOT CLICKBAIT???

[icaruspendragon]

i’m a weird little guy married to a very normal guy. so sometimes when i partake in weird little guy behavior and mr. normal guy doesn’t say anything i’ll turn to him and say, “are you not endeared by me?” and every single time without fail he responds, “i’m very endeared by you, sweetheart.”

until today.

i was in the kitchen with the lights off frog-squatted in front of the open fridge door eating a cold rotisserie chicken straight from the bag with my bare hands. you know. like god intended.

so when he walks into the kitchen and spots me his step falters. and i look up at him grinning with rotisserie chicken particles on my face and say, “what? are you not endeared by me?”

he looks at me for a moment longer before saying, “no.” and walking out, forgetting about whatever it was he came in there for.

[ad-wills]

[airlocksandaviariesarchive]

2 genres of fanfiction:

1) put that guy into situations

2) take that guy OUT of situations for the love of GOD let them REST 

[ckret2]

#you put the sad guy in #you take the sad guy out #you put the sad guy in and you shake him all about

[mclennonyaoi]

i think it’s funny when someone acts really angry about something you say online. could be whatever. and you check their profile and go. oh wait. you’re literally 14. nevermind. talking about this with you is like 100% useless. and they go “my age has nothing to do with this” like actually your age has everything to do with this. when you are 14 literally everything is influenced by how fucking 14 years old you are.

[da-riya]

[crabs-and-bongos]

Why do people need subtitles to watch a show in English? I don't get it. What is wrong with the ears of young people?

[0ttosbackinpurgatory]

Modern movies and shows tend to have very unbalanced mixing. Also, a common trend in modern movies is more realistic dialogue (mumbling) that is not as crisp as it was in previous eras of film making.

[khanuckle-deactivated20250628]

I’m eating corn chips and they be crunchy and loud as hell and also I’m half deaf I think

[unholyfudgebiscuits]

Noah doesn’t know what to say as he looks between his son and Derek Hale. Young Derek Hale. 15 year old Derek Hale… Of course he had remembered the boy, the night of the fire being especially clear to him. He had been crying then, sobbing in Noah’s office and repeating the same question over and over. “Are they alive? Are any of them alive?” 

It had been tragic. At the time, it had been suspicious but later it had been ruled an accident and Noah had been content with that. Not anymore. Not now as he remembers Stiles’ chessboard. The hunters bathed in white pieces. Kate Argent’s name ringing in his head, clear as a bell, and he understood. Understood what had transpired, can see the past event that had yet to happen to the boy in front of him. 

Boy. Because he’s only two years younger than Stiles is now. Rounder face, shorter stature. Derek Hale… Angry, tall, muscular, stoic alpha werewolf looking as young and uncertain as a freshman in high school. The thought has bile rising to the back of his throat. 

That woman… the things she had done to Derek… It was different, knowing now. Different seeing the teenager before him, looking so young and vulnerable and too close to Stiles’ age. For an adult to do that to a child… Any child! Rage fills Noah’s vision, his hands falling to brace himself against the desk before him and he sees Derek flinch back to Stiles’ side. 

“Dad?” Stiles says warily, taking a step in front of Derek. “We think it’s some sort of spell. Deaton is looking into it.” 

Protective. Stiles was always so damn protective of his friends. His family. The correlation has dread filling Noah’s chest even more. Thinking once again of Stiles standing in front of a hunter. 

“G-Good.” He manages to say, words strangled by the knot in his throat. “Take him to the house. He’ll be safe there for now.” Stiles looks surprised at that but Derek pushes passed him. 

“What about my mom? Where’s my mom?” 

Dead. 

Noah can’t say those words either and Stiles saves him from trying. 

“They’re not here. They left after the fire. Scott’s trying to figure out how to get you back to them.” Stiles replies, looking pointedly at his best friend. 

“Y-Yeah. I’m working on it. You can trust Stiles and the Sheriff. We’ll get everything straightened out.” It’s a lie. All lies. Always lies. Broken and struck words that shoot out like a bullet. Stiles’ favorite weapon, and he’s wielding it as fiercely as he ever has to protect the 15 year old at his side. Pride and dread and grief fill Noah’s chest as he nods, trying not to show the tears burning his eyes. 

“You’re safe with us Derek.” He says fiercely, resolutely and the young werewolf must read the honesty in that statement if nothing else because he relaxes for the first time since he’s entered the office. 

It takes a few days. Noah isn’t privy to everything that’s happened but Derek is adult Derek again, standing just as impassive and calm within the circle of the pack. He raises his head to look at Noah as the sheriff exits the police cruiser, a small nod of acknowledgement sent his way, but it’s not enough. 

Noah can’t get the image of teenage Derek out of his mind. Can’t stop the paternal instincts to wrap both of his boys in blankets and lock them up safe and warm and happy. It’s too much. The Argents, the monsters, the danger… Too much threatening the small little family he has left. 

He stalks towards them, urgent and desperate and sees the surprise light the alpha’s face. Derek almost seems worried as he motions Erica and Boyd to step aside, reaching a tentative hand out to try and either stop or steady Noah. “Sheriff, what’s wr-”

He doesn’t finish. Noah brushes past Scott and Lydia and Peter and Chris, reaches around Derek’s shoulder and pulls him forward, into his arms. The alpha freezes, shuttering into a statue as Noah embraces him, lets himself be pulled and guided to the human’s chest in the warmest hug he’s ever received. 

“It’s okay son.” Noah murmurs. “It’s okay. You got us.” He says thickly. 

Derek is still for a long moment, confusion and shock overriding every one of his senses but Noah doesn’t pull away, doesn’t say anything more, just grasps him to himself and slowly, unbidden, Derek crumbles. 

He can’t stop the tears from falling. Can’t stop the pain in his chest as Noah holds him. He closes his eyes and buries his face into the human’s neck, let’s the warmth and fatherly arms lull him and the scent of protection and possession seep into his very bones from the comfort the man is so willingly giving him. 

Of course it’s Noah. One of the only two men he’s ever really trusted since the fire. One of the only two men who he’s valued as his family. Of course it’s the other Stilinski whose saved his life yet again. 

[headcanonthings]

[capacity2]

I just can’t believe some of u are soooo young u didn’t experience the early 2000s at all like even briefly . U were born and ur mother door dashed you home from the hospital

[starlit-syncopation]

actually i was in the NICU for a couple weeks after being pieced together by surgeons but whatever lmao

[capacity2]

That’s because she used klarna. To pay through 4 easy installments with no interest

[wintersnails]

the fact that Scott is a werewolf but Stiles has undoubtedly bitten more people than him by a large margin <3

[wintersnails]

actually i do find it hilarious that Derek was all ‘i’m a real actual werewolf with experience of being a werewolf and i can give you advice about how to be a werewolf because i am a werewolf’ and Scott was like ‘sorry my completely human 16 year old best friend just took a double-dose of adderall and went on an 8 hour wikipedia spree so i think he’s got me covered on the werewolf advice stuff :)’

[patrocles]

[maggierobots]

That's it. That's the dream. I'm almost mad that that's the dream.

[fuckyeahsnackables]

That's half the dream. The other half is being fairie fucking godmother to everyone on the planet.

See, I had 100k for a hot minute. Doesn't matter why. But for nearly a calendar year, I picked up the tab every chance I got, i lavished people with gifts, I took a friend to Greece, I paid for healthcare for myself and a few other people, for lawyers to help someone get out of an abusive marriage, Christmas presents for a single mom of 3.

It felt incredible. Just to take away the worry and say, "I've got you." Instacart groceries to a grieving friend of a friend across town. Pay the unexpected car repairs. Gift a young artist a yearlong subscription to Procreate.

That's why I'll never understand billionaires. If you could fix it, if money could actually make even one life better, why would you not do it? Even just for the kick? Hell, i don't care if it feeds your ego. Be Tony Stark, be Superman, idgaf. When you'll never be able to spend all that you have, even if you some up every damn day like it was your job, if you could end world hunger six times over for the price of a social media company, why wouldn't you just DO IT?

I don't have a coherent conclusion to this, except that if I ever meet Jeff Bezos, I'll beat him to death with my bare fists.

[valtsv]

"you shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you" if you insist on treating me like a beast then you can't be shocked when i play the part

[valtsv]

"you shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you" then you shouldn't have had a hand as warm, impersonal and unpredictable as the meals you saw fit you give me. how was i supposed to know the difference.

[hocuspocusbitch]

[xxxadorable]

[dumbnotstupidfuck]

has this been done