Cupcake love!!!

[clevercorvidae]

People on twitter have been saying this website is extremely white and tbh its making me very curious what the demographics of this site are (of my own reach anyway) so

What is your race (predominantly)

White

Latino

Middle Eastern

Asian

Black

Indigenous American

Aboriginal Australian

Pacific Islander

Mixed

Other

Voting ended onJul 31, 2025

DISCLAIMER: Race is a non scientific concept with no exact definitions. It is a social construct primarily characterized by how society treats you and thus this is an imperfect poll. If you feel none of the options here reflect you and your experience I implore you to reblog this with your experience as I am curious about that and want to hear about it.

[keepcalmandcarriefischer]

Uh.... Please reblog this and cast as wide a net as possible

[images-that-are-only-blessed]

[phillipfancypants]

Also: while we’re doing checkpoints, make sure you’re on WiFi and not data

[cantsleeplogan-deactivated20200]

And unclench your jaw

[malpractique]

and drink some water!

[fryingpaninyourface-deactivated]

remember to blink!

[starbucks-strider-deactivated20]

Relax your shoulders!

[ashbur-deactivated20250915]

go take the piss that you’ve been procrastinating for the past hour

[hickoryeyes]

I’ll turn him into a flea, a harmless little flea, and then I’ll put that flea in a box, and then I’ll put that box inside of another box, and then I’ll mail that box to myself, and when it arrives, ah ha ha ha! I’ll smash it with a hammer! It’s brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, I tell you! Genius, I say! Or, to save on postage, I’ll just poison him with this.  The Emperor’s New Groove (2000) dir. Mark Dindal

[kenia-chan]

love it forever.

[aqua-ref]

Nighty night 😴

[zoruui]

He got the Happy Meal!!! And just for the toy lol 🐀🍔🍟

instagram // twitter // webcomic // ko-fi

[kenia-chan]

@himramw creo que te vi reblogear algo de ellos -sonidos de acosador- jajajaja

[spaggel]

“can you imagine the faces their children could make” (X)

n-no~ /sobbing

[octobaba]

In my headcanon the sheriff would love whatever Stiles would present him as a grandchild.

(original grandthing made by spaggel I just borrowed it)

[spaggel]

SCREAMING

GRANPA STILINSKI’S PRECIOUS ANGEL. 

[coyotequeens]

I was crying about this at work today and Spag had to send me fucking this:

“yeah, can you imagine first seeing him?”

And so, Stiles and Derek are not ready for parenthood and are totally freaked out by their weird son:

Derek’s quiet for a long time, staring blankly, before he eventually offers, “This isn’t what I expected.“ Stiles frowns down at the baby in his arms. “I know, right? They won’t take it back; I already asked.” Derek leans over him, peering down at the weird little face. It’s unsettling how thick the baby’s eyebrows are. “Are babies born with teeth?“ “Not usually,” Stiles replies. “His grody little snaggletooth is creeping me out.“ “His everything is creeping me out,” Derek retorts, dropping into the chair at the side of the bed. “I’m pretty sure this is because you got possessed by that demon.“ “Aw, hell no,” Stiles argues. “That thing was in me for like five minutes, tops. This thing - “ he nods toward the baby in his arms ” - you don’t absorb this kind of evil in five minutes. This is like ten years possession minimum.“ “What are we going to name him?” “Beats me. Calling him after your dad seems kind of disrespectful to your dad, doesn’t it?” Derek sighed heavily. “He probably would have found this hilarious. I told you my family’s cursed.“ He squinted over at Stiles. “You sure it’s even a boy?” “Dude, I’m not sure it’s even human,” Stiles replies. “Seriously, how come shit like this always happens to us?“ “Because the universe knows we’ll grin and bear it,” Derek sighs again. “You sure we can’t send it back?“

“No,” Stiles grumbles discontentedly, and straightens as his father steps into the room. He cradles the baby protectively to his chest; even if the thing’s weird as hell, it’s still his. “Whoa, Dad, before you pull out your gun and shoot the baby, I can promise you, with about ninety-percent certainty, that I did not give birth to a cave beast, even though it may look that way. And maybe this is our fault because Derek’s so fricken possessive of his jizz and refused to use a surrogate so we had to resort to black magic and give me a magical womb - so actually this is Derek’s fault, really - this is your grandson. Probably. We’re not too clear on the gender right now.“

The sheriff sighs, as he so often does when confronted with his son’s verbal onslaught, and holds out his hands, a silent give me the child. Stiles puckers his mouth and hands over his son and watches the sheriff’s face cycle through several emotions, ending, bewilderingly, on happiness.

“He’s beautiful,“ his father croons, and Stiles looks over, bewildered, at Derek, who mouths He’s not lying. He looks just as perplexed as Stiles. 

“Just wait until Melissa sees him,” the sheriff says cheerfully, pulling his phone out of his pocket and snapping a picture.

“Yeah,” Stiles agrees slowly. He’s already regretting having shown his father how to use the camera on his phone. “Just wait.“

[spaggel]

Newly Grandpa’d Stilinski show’s pictures of his most PRECIOUS OF ALL GRANDCHILDREN to who he’s interrogating so that if they look at the face of SUCH AN ANGEL they’ll confess and lead a good life.  

THIS IS THEIR COME TO JESUS MOMENT.

[coyotequeens]

Sorry, Spag, if the first one was stupid, then this one’s just idiotic. I’m going to bed. This is your fault.

They name it Herald. It was supposed to be Harold, after Derek’s grandfather, who Derek says was a weird old man and Stiles says that’s fitting, then, but Stiles was asleep when it came time to fill out the birth certificate and Derek couldn’t remember how to spell Harold, so he sounded it out. 

So their kid’s name is Herald, but mostly they call him It. They don’t tell him it’s because they didn’t even know if he was human when he was born because he may be a little weirdo, but he’s their little weirdo, and they don’t want to stunt his mental health. Stiles almost tells him it’s because they loved The Addams Family, but then he thinks about how Cousin It was a weird thing covered in hair and maybe that’s not a great comparison. 

It creeps them out. He is unnaturally silent, always with this bucktoothed little smile on his face that makes Stiles sure that he and Derek are going to be killed in their sleep. Stiles distinctly remembers playing hide and seek with him when he was young, Stiles and Derek crammed together in a cupboard and Derek mumbled, “I can’t hear his fucking heart,” and then It’s creepy little eye was pressed up to the crack in the door like the killer in a slasher fic and Stiles screamed like a little girl. 

Still, they’re sad when he grows up and heads off to college. He’s still creepy; he’s got bad skin and his heavy eyebrows almost touch in the middle, but they kiss him on the forehead and say “We’ll miss you!“ which is probably true. And when he drives off into the battered Jeep, Stiles says to Derek, “I think we just unleashed a hellion unto the world,” and Derek says, “Too late now.“ And Stiles does miss him, up until a few days later when he goes to clean It’s room and finds a box of desiccated frog corpses under his bed. 

They don’t hear from It that often, which isn’t unusual, nor unexpected. One time they lost him for a few days and Stiles found him sitting in the attic, perfectly still. He said he’d been counting heartbeats and neither of them really wanted to ask whose. Still, they miss him. Probably.

One morning Stiles goes downstairs and there’s a stranger standing in the living room. It’s near Christmas and he has a vague idea that It should be coming home soon, but he is not prepared for the sight of a handsome young man standing next to the Christmas tree. Stiles screams. 

“That’s It,” Derek says from behind him. 

“Oh my god,” Stiles says. “Where’d our ugly little boy go?“ He’d told It once not to worry about his looks, that everyone starts out awkward. Look at your dad, Stiles said, pointing Derek. He had to grow into those stupid buck teeth and big ears, and It had turned his eyes on Derek and didn’t blink for five minutes. Stiles hadn’t really believed that It would ever, uh, grow into himself, but it appears he was wrong, because his weird kid has turned into a GQ model. “Just like his dad,” Stiles says out loud, and Derek pushes him down the stairs. 

[spaggel]

[spaggel]

BONUS PLOT TWIST: STILES WAS THE UGLIEST FUCKING BBY AROUND

[coyotequeens]

THE UGLIEST BABY

[spaggel]

COME TO THINK OF IT, NO ONE BUT STILES AND DEREK WERE SURPRISED ABOUT HOW UGLY THEIR KID CAME OUT

[bilesandthesourwolf]

here it is. my favorite teen wolf post ever

[kenia-chan]

THIS <3

[thexfiles]

Iconic 

[kenia-chan]

hahaha omg i love this hahaha #tbt <3

[possumistic]

If you see this

You were visited by the magic kitten of rest. Reblog to have a good night’s sleep.

[coyotequeens]

“You’re going to love him,” Lydia says from the bed. Stiles sighs as he buttons up his shirt. “You always say that.” “And I’m always right,” Lydia replies haughtily, pulling a compact mirror from her bag and checking her impeccably applied makeup. “I have exquisite taste. You have a problem committing.” “I do not,” Stiles shoots back, fighting with his tie. “I just - the guys you set me up with are way out of my league.” Lydia sighs and slips off the bed. “Maybe,” she says pointed, pushing his hands aside so she can take charge of his tie, “you need to stop thinking of yourself as so inferior. You have a fulfilling job and you’re a wonderful person who deserves happiness, right?” Lydia gives him one of her rare warm smiles and Stiles smiles back reluctantly. “If you say so.” Lydia lightly smacks him on the cheek. “None of that self-deprecating crap. You’re going to be funny and confident because that’s who you are.” Stiles smiles faintly and plants a kiss on Lydia’s forehead, which had her ducking away and complaining about her foundation. “I knew you were my best friend for a reason.” Lydia grins and say, “Don’t let Scott hear you say that. He’ll cry again.” “A man can have two best friends,” Stiles snorts, slipping on his suit jacket. He spreads his arms at Lydia. “How do I look?” - An hour later finds Stiles standing in front of the restaurant, anxiously fiddling with his cuffs. It’s a new place, only recently opened, and it looks expensive, but Lydia assured him his date would take care of it. He doesn’t know anything about the guy except his name; Lydia’s sent him on so many failed blind dates that he’s kind of stopped asking for information about the guys beforehand. He’s already decided that this is the last time; if this date doesn’t go well, he’s going to take a break from the dating game for a while, maybe forever. A sleek black car pulls up to the curb and Stiles watches it idly. There’s no way the man who emerges from the back is his date; he’s about a twenty on a ten scale, all beautiful cheekbones and brooding eyebrows, and Stiles is like a six, maybe a seven in this expensive suit Lydia bought him. He fully expects some slim blonde supermodel to emerge from the car after him, but the man is alone. He looks vaguely familiar, and Stiles wonders if he’s seen him before, modeling on a billboard maybe. The man bends to say something to the driver, then shuts the door and saunters directly over to Stiles who realizes that he’s the only one in front of the restaurant. “Stiles?” the man queries with a faint smile, and his voice is like velvet on ice, not too deep, but it’s got a rumble to it that Stiles swears he can feel in his bones. “Derek?” Stiles tries, and oh hell, was that his voice that just went up about two octaves? He makes a mental note to kiss Lydia and then maybe kill her because she has really outdone herself this time and there is no way this date is going to do anything but flop. Derek smiles again and nods toward the restaurant. “Shall we?” “Y-yeah,” Stiles stammers and he can feel his fucking face going bright red. Fuck his body and its stupid betrayal. This night is going to end in tears. Inside, the hostess smiles at the two of them, but it’s to Derek she says, “Welcome back, sir. Just the two of you?” Derek nods and Stiles thinks, okay, wow, he’s recognized here? He’s a patron? Stiles isn’t a patron anywhere except maybe the dollar-slice pizza place down the road from his apartment. This is around the moment when he starts feeling extremely inferior, not like he wasn’t already feeling like shit because Derek’s the hottest dude he’s ever seen outside an underwear ad. People’s heads are actually turning to stare at them as they’re led across the restaurant. “So, you, um, come here often?” Stiles asks, after they’ve been seated at a table in a dimly lit corner. He picks at the edge of the menu and tries in vain to keep from jiggling his leg nervously. “My sister owns this place,” Derek replies evenly, which probably explains why he’s not looking at the menu. He’s watching Stiles with an unreadable expression on his face, probably wondering what Lydia was thinking when she set them up. Stiles can feel his cheeks burning again. “Oh,” he says. “That’s awesome. Um. How do you know Lydia?” “Her firm represents a charity I work with,” Derek says, smiling that faint smile again. This isn’t unexpected; Lydia is a principle at a public relations firm, which is how she meets all the lawyers and business owners she’s forever setting Stiles up with. “What about you?” “We went to high school together,” Stiles replies. “I’m not sure why she keeps me around.” “She’s got a lot of life in her,” Derek agrees and they share a quiet moment’s reflection on the unstoppable force that is Lydia Martin. Things get a little easier after a glass of wine, which dulls Stiles’ nerves a little. Unfortunately it also seems to dull his sense of grace and it’s like his clumsiness, which had disappeared after high school, comes back in full force. He drops at least three forks and spills his water and spends a lot of the time apologizing profusely. Everything that could go wrong seems to, and Stiles doesn’t think the red in his cheeks will ever go away. Derek doesn’t say much but watches Stiles with a sort of bemused, pitying look, like the way you might watch an overturned turtle struggle to right itself. Stiles wishes he was a turtle; then he could just pull his head inside his shell and hide from this whole mess. When he’s not wrecking their table, their conversation doesn’t go too badly, though. Derek doesn’t seem like he’s a big talker, but he’s got the type of dry wit that Stiles always finds himself drawn to. He looks startled every time Stiles laughs at something he’s said, like he didn’t realize it was possible to make people laugh, and Stiles finds it endearing. He seems happy to talk about the charity he works with - some kind of conservation area that rehabilitates wolves, which is cool. Stiles feels like there’s something that Derek’s not telling him – he looks uneasy when Stiles starts asking a lot of questions about his job, but that’s all right. Stiles is nervous too. Derek asks him what he does and Stiles flushes again, because being an elementary school teacher is nowhere nearly as cool as working with a wolf charity. Derek seems to disagree; he says, “Teachers aren’t paid nearly well enough,” which sends him and Stiles on lively discussion of the country’s educational system. Stiles revises his earlier decision and comes to the conclusion that he’s going to marry Lydia for setting this up. He doesn’t know if it’s possible to fall in love on a first date, but he’s really fucking close. Things go south again when they finally leave the restaurant. Derek pays, firmly shaking his head when Stiles offers to split the bill (which is a secret relief because he’s got a feeling this meal cost about as much as a month’s rent and he’s not sure he has that much in his bank account right now). They’re leaving the restaurant and Stiles has just turned to make sure he hasn’t left Derek behind when he clips a waiter just hard enough to send the man’s armful of plates crashing to the ground. Everyone in the restaurant turns to stare and Stiles’ face goes bright red. “I am so, so sorry,” he says, dropping to his knees to help. The waiter rebuffs him, waving him away firmly, and Derek pulls him to his feet, leading him out of the restaurant. “Oh my god,” Stiles groans, covering his face with his hands. “I’m just going to go home and get into bed and never get out again, okay? It was really nice meeting you but—” “Hey,” Derek interrupts, catching one of Stiles’ wrists and prying his hand away from his face. “It happens. I don’t care.” “No,” Stiles says, trying to free his hand from Derek’s grasp. “No, I just - I’m kind of inept, dude. You really don’t want—” “Lydia warned me about this,” Derek says, his grip unrelenting. “She said you’d try to get out of this.” “Um, did you not see me in there?” Stiles asks, the needle in his head swinging back to point at kill Lydia. “I’m kind of a mess.” “And I kind of don’t care,” Derek retorts, stepping closer. He slips his other hand around Stiles’ waist, smiling that faint smile.

“Last chance,” Stiles mutters, avoiding his eyes. “I mean, have you seen yourself? You look like a model.”

“I play baseball, actually,” Derek tells him and adds casually, like it’s an afterthought, “for the Giants.”

Stiles blinks up at him, his mouth falling open. “Huh? Oh. You’re Derek Hale.” It’s not like he follows sports or anything, but Derek’s been in the news lately for being the first major league player to come out while still in the league. Stiles had thought Derek looked familiar. “Wow, you just – okay.”

“Is that a problem?” Derek asks. He looks a little worried, bless him. “Lydia said – she didn’t think you’d care.”

Stiles doesn’t, really; Lydia has set him up with lawyers, a state senator, even a couple of C-list celebrities (and wow, those had been awful dates). He’s not impressed by money or power; he’s attracted to a good personality and, apparently, great bone structure. “No,” he says. “But look, I’m still going to head home—” Derek’s face falls and Stiles continues casually, “—but if I’m not crawling into bed alone, I’m cool with that.”

Derek grins then, full and sweet. “You sure you want to go to your place?” he asks casually. “I’ve got a Jacuzzi tub we can fool around in.”

“Sold,” Stiles grins. “Lead the way.”

[princesstigerbelle]

Everyone else: I just love summer!!! It’s the best season!! Ahhh 90 degrees! Feels great!!!

Me:

[kenia-chan]

Do As Infinity / 深い森（Fukai Mori）

[cinexphile-deactivated20190801]

The Shape of Water (2017) retro 50′s style

[vulcankisseshuman]

Jim’s concern for Spock is so tangible in this moment 

[ithelpstodream]

[kenia-chan]

Yoga para principiantes básico | Todo cuerpo día 1

[gqa1]

Reblog In 5 seconds for good luck

[kenia-chan]

xD

[malech]

Sterek Romantic Comedy Fic Recs

Disclaimer: My edits only, none of these amazing stories belong to me.

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Easy Alpha by interropunct (4k)

Wherein, Derek Hale is the high school hussy, Jackson and Scott really need to learn to use their inside voices. And, contrary to popular belief, everyone is still a virgin.

He’s Just Knot That Into You by aggybird (3k)

Stiles doesn’t have much luck finding Mr. Right, and Derek the bartender hears all about it.

I See Your Face Before Me by jezziejay (9k)

While Stiles was studying in New York, Scott moved to LA and found a new co-bestie. Stiles can’t wait to meet him. The feeling, however, is far from mutual.

tumescent by kellifer_fic (9k)

“I would have to want to date Derek for your plan to work,” Stiles points out, secure in the knowledge that his logic is infallible and yes, he’s had a pointless and soul-destroying crush on Derek for as long as he can remember but nobody knows that.

Seriously, it’s like you’re photoshopped. by nevermetawolf (8k)

“Oh my god,” Stiles squeaks out again, “You’re unbelievable.“ 

Hot Bar Guy bobs his head agreeably. “I’ve been told that before, though usually people are more out of breath and less clothed when they say it.”

We Pick Ourselves Undone by themistymountainsong (24k)

Derek Hale has been cursed with a wolf-like face since birth, which he can only be cured of by marrying a fellow high-society blue blood. Derek has little hope of ever finding someone who he can stand, or who can stand his face, until he meets Stiles, and his carefully-maintainted isolation is completely upset.

[kenia-chan]

@xxxbrxxx  Bruuuuuhhhh read no las he leido yo pero eeeeeek