That One Weird Kid

she/her. this is a personal, not-spoiler-free blog. i just love to reblog and liking stuff. and, dear followers (if i have any), i'm sorry that you had to see this wrecking mess of a blog.

[melioristicbeast]

Somewhere in the world, Stiles turns 31. Safe and sound, pestering his long-suffering husband with bad rhymes until he kisses him to shut him up ♡

Quick thing for Stiles' birthday. Where I'm from, the weather on your birthday is said to be the result of whether you behaved or not the past year - I bet Beacon Hills has a freak storm every single april 8th lol

[dorkymirage]

fuck my aziracrow lover life honestly

[kotse]

to add to their earthly to-do list 📋

commission me on kofi

[homemadesterekpie]

Derek driving way too fast on a an empty highway at dusk, gripping the wheel in a white knuckled grip and the windows are rolled all the way down.

Stiles is the only thing on his mind. no one has ever occupied his thoughts so thoroughly. he’s plagued with images of Stiles’ smile, Stiles’ big honey brown eyes, his upturned nose, his pink full lips, his long fingers, his beauty marks.

his voice, his jokes, his sarcasm, his anger, his lust, his love.

and Derek wants it all. he wants it all and it’s the scariest thing he’s ever wanted.

he drives even faster and the scenery outside becomes a blur.

if he lets himself have him what then. he can’t fuck it up but it’s what he always does. he always fucks everything up.

but he so wants to be someone to Stiles, someone real, someone good, someone worthy. he wants to be what Stiles needs. god, he just wants to be somebody to him.

Stiles is already someone to him. he somehow wormed his way into Derek’s thick walls and lodged himself inside and he’s not budging.

and he’s so scared. so fucking terrified.

[baklavasudarajako]

So...watch the season finale today...

Lets just say i bawled my eyes out

Thank yoj OH GREAT UNIVERSE for bringing me some joy in this dark af life

[rikelister]

They're having a romantic and wet date night 🍷

(I'm an unknown artist, please help promote my drawings. Thank you all!)

[kalichnikov]

i wanna talk about this shot

[kalichnikov]

if forum signatures still existed this would be mine

[un-javi]

[karvina]

[teslaswife]

[shitposting-hobbits-to-gallifrey]

God fucking damn it

[bored-dromaeosaur]

[zerothe-burntmacaronstudios]

good omens poster i did a while back bc the movie traumatized the hell out of me

(i keep forgetting to post it😭😭😭)

[buttered-s0up]

First official hello to tumblr. Hey. Hi. Have some old man yaoi.

Edit: I lowk forgot to attach the fic that this came from. And yes, I wrote it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85295946

[heyitzfaye]

Again with another Good omens sketch bcz I miss them already:<<

This time Aziracrow human au !👀

[fejoam]

can’t resist drawing them again and again

[maedelmae]

Stiles gets belligerently drunk at some shitty dive bar after work one night and drunk dials Derek by accident. He’s there alone. His coworkers have long abandoned him, probably to go to a different bar, but they neglected to tell Stiles who had been in the bathroom pissing for the 8th million time (he has a small bladder, okay?). So he’s feeling like shit and this really ugly sweaty guy starts hitting on him and getting up in his business.

He had meant to call Scott, really, but Derek had been his most recent call (a business meeting, really, Derek briefly talked about his dad from work and Stiles rambled about anything and everything until his shift had started).

So it was an accident that Derek was called. And it was an accident that he heard the guy demean and belittle Stiles in a cheap ploy to back him into the utility closet bathroom. Stiles feels trapped. He’s looking in every direction for a familiar face but he’s so drunk and he can’t recognize anyone, not even the bartenders. He starts to doubt if he’s really at his regular bar.

The guys meaty paw lands on his shoulder and he’s talking a mile a minute. He’s so fucking scared right now, but trying to pretend he’s not.

The guy doesn’t get much further than that because somehow, sometime between his babbling cries and pleas, Derek made it just in time. Stiles is pretty sure he burst into tears at the sight of that beautifully scowling face as he physically removes the hand from Stiles and bends it back until the guy is pathetically bleating about how he was just joking, he wouldn’t have actually done that, that’s not the kind of guy he is and how dare Derek accuse him as such. Stiles doesn’t know, he’s crying now, throwing himself at Derek who wordlessly gathers the lanky body to his and drags him outside.

The air outside is cool. It’s a balm to Stiles who is pretty sure he’s overheating. He takes in a gasp of air in between thank-you’s and apologies and thank-gods.

Derek is silent through the words, just dragging Stiles to the sensible SUV he got years ago.

“How did you know?” Stiles blubbers.

“You called, I came,” Derek replied. Stiles cries harder because it was so thoughtful and he just loves him so much. And then he realizes he just said that out loud. Derek’s knuckles go white on the steering wheel but he remains silent. The radio isn’t even playing. The car is filled with the sounds of Stiles’ hiccuping breaths and shuddering sobs. He’s so fucking wasted. He just wants to go home.

“That’s where we’re going,” Derek replies.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles replied. “I’m drunk, you can ignore me and we can go back to being normal and you can go back to hating me and I’ll go back to being unhappily single and it will all be fine and we’ll just be friends.”

“What…” Derek licked his lips nervously. “What if I don’t want that?”

“You don’t want to be friends?” Stiles sobs. He fucking ruined everything. Him and his big fucking mouth and his alcohol intolerance.

“No—what. Fuck. What if… I wanted to be more?” Stiles suddenly goes very quiet, just staring at Derek. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow. You’re upset and drunk and you need some sleep and some breakfast.” Stiles just nods, stunned.

[efril]

I absolutely HATED the final episode, but the scene in the garden/bookshop was so pretty 💔

[shademazee]

Why is every Michael Mann movie like what if 2 blorbos were weird fucked up soulmates and we put them into situations where they confront their true selves together

[shademazee]

Why is every Michael Mann movie like what if 2 blorbos were weird fucked up soulmates and we put them into situations where they confront their true selves together

[oopsalldt]

He’s like a strange cat-snake-thing

[blackholesun321]

I think this post sums up the entire Coltland(+gentry) au