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any pronouns • 20 • I believe in the inherent romanticism of buddy comedies

[ollielephant]

[cumonthevoid]

none pizza with left beef

[the-chocolate-chip-pancake-blog]

It should be a rule of Tumblr to always reblog none pizza with left beef

[babymarkers]

ive missed you

[no-one-offical]

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[1percentcharge]

momentarily had the thought “shout out to my platonic harem” and then remembered that’s called friends

[fuckysuckybrigade]

HELLO I am here to point out that the guy who helped sokka, zuko & co escape from the boiling rock mistook their relationship with Suki as a polyamorous one

He addressed BOTH of them and called her their girlfriend and no one corrected him.

[ozais-lobotomist]

HE IS THE CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP. ZUKKI NATION HAS RISEN AND WE ARE READY FOR BATTLE SIR 🫡🫡🫡

[barlowstreet]

This guy:

[philgordons-blog]

Teen Wolf AU: Scott and the baby betas form a study group.

[lightreyofthestars]

#I WANT THIS TO BE A THING SO BADLY #cramming for a chemistry test in erica’s kitchen #her mom is bemused by the three bulky lacrosse players squeezed around the table #but happy that erica brought friends home for the first time #isaac sitting on the side of the ice rink during boyd’s late shift and quizzing him using sparknotes #scott taking home an a- in economics and kissing his mom and promising her the next one will be an a+ #boyd and erica making u.s. history notes over lunch while isaac sleeps because he was up all night #and they make an extra copy for him #scott gets the downloaded class notes off danny for the days they miss school #and erica’s mom makes them cookies while they moan about the homework assignments

[tomeofthecrud]

Redraw of this

[nineratsinatrenchcoat]

Wu taking care of Mako. That is all

[cherishingstydia]

He’d rather be on a date with Buck

[001x456]

[noknowshame]

I know we’re all like lawless nonconformists but you really can’t be texting and driving. that’s one of the ones you’ve gotta listen to for real

[thepromiscuousfinger]

Is it just me or are the new tumblr users convinced there's a penalty of some kind for using this site like it's meant to be used?

[beardedmrbean]

reblogs have always been in short supply for artists, sadly, but it's hitting the shitposts and even the cat pictures lately. Gotta keep getting the word out that reblogs are good and keep people posting new material that will be passed around for the next 12 years

[mornington-the-crescent]

They’re used to other social media sites, where the only equivalent of reblogging is straight-up content theft; so the idea that you can put someone else’s stuff on your page and have it not be a bad thing is a strange experience for them.

They’re likely also used to an algorithm recommending content based on what they hit “like” on, so they probably think that that’s how this works, too.

[anotherdayofdrudgery]

[goosensuch]

everything can come back to BL bc I said so but like the “queer gaze” 9-1-1 is employing of very subtly starting to imply buck and Eddie’s budding romance literally since season 7 is v similar to the cinematic language of BL shows….like we as the audience, bc we r a queer baited fanfiction reading audience, know what to look for. I think a regular audience member might at this point start to suspect something, but we as loyal crumb followers have put all of the pieces together already. we can see that they r both being kept very deliberately single, we can see that there’s subtext under their motivations in this episode.

I like the theme of this episode of evolution. I think this season has been all about evolution in general, because the show has evolved past Bobby and is introducing new characters and storylines. here they r punctuating the ways in which everyone has changed since we met them. Buck wants to settle down! wild! Eddie has learned to trust his instincts as a father. he believes in himself and leads from a place of love now.

this perfectly sets them up for a romantic storyline. Eddie finally being able to trust his gut I think is a sign of him in the future needing to trust his gut with something else. Buck wanting to settle down, being put off by Eddie’s reaction, running to his side whenever he needs. he effectively already is Eddie’s “person” in that way, they just haven’t noticed it yet.

Eddie raising his heckles over the bidding war AGAIN as well was crazy…several lingering shots of him looked pissed off….no one else is upset, everyone is cheering buck on. It’s similar to when Eddie was leaving and Buck was the only one freaking out. the show keeps telling us that they do not respond to each other like friends do.

all of these crumbs that we so easily piece together are quite small and easy to miss. to again compare 911 to greys, the George and Izzy romance was set up two seasons in advance, in little moments. it’s a classic slow burn that creeps up on you. We r definitely onto something. it’s happening.

[freakbob420]

how it feels coming home wasted to read gay fan fiction

[writerjayne]

I was thinking about things cause I saw a Supernatural edit, and my ADHD brain followed the thought train to Teen Wolf as it often does, and I have thoughts.

As much as I LOVE Stiles raising a baby/having a baby/ finding a baby and being naturally good at it while Derek is out of his depth when you break it down, it makes no sense.

Stiles and Scott? As only children and BOYS when did they ever have a chance to look after children? (While I think boys are perfectly capable of caring for children parents tend to favor girls in child care so like when would they have even had an opportunity?)

DEREK, on the other hand....

A) he has a younger sister with a fairly significant age gap. B) he had a pack that canonically is referenced as to having children, and with family/pack dynamics, it would not be a stretch that Derek has at least SOME experience with children, especially since it's implied Cora is closer in age to Stiles and co whereas Derek is in his early 20s in season one. (Obviously, we all know what a mess the Teen Wolf timeline is, but for the sake of this post early 20s)

Derek's not good with teenagers... As we know... *insert every early interaction with Stiles and Scott ever* But kids and babies? No problem Think about how he is with everyone in the show but then how he was with those little trick-or-treaters. He scared them sure but he also gave them candy, when he could have just as easily ignored them.

I just feel like if you gave him a baby, he would just be like: "I'm a father now, yes I need the most expensive diapers possible!"

Which after having this conversation with my roomie, I realized would make magical Nemeton baby Eli (My favorite explanation) make SO much sense. Found a clearly werewolf baby in the woods? Guess he's a dad now.

Now don't get me wrong, I do think Stiles would pick up very quickly on taking care of a baby, he's very empathetic and cares very deeply, but initially, I think he wouldn't have a clue what he was doing. He would love the baby and WANT to take good care of the baby but wouldn't really know what he was doing. And babies, especially younger babies can be overwhelming.

So what I'm saying is I need a fic where Stiles finds a baby, has no clue what he's doing and Derek is like: "No that's not how you hold a baby/change a diaper/ hold a bottle" and Stiles falls in love so I'm going to write one

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

[applejuice382-moved]

The forest is quiet today — only the sound of crickets chirping and leaves rustling in the wind above them. Derek’s back is warm against Stiles’ front, fighting the slight chill in the air as autumn grows closer and closer by the day. The moonlight through the trees casts moving shadows over Stiles’ face as Derek walks.

It’s nice enough that Stiles could probably fall asleep like this.

Derek is holding him piggy-back through the preserve, and Stiles isn’t so much as holding onto Derek as much as he is just lying against his back.

He has his arms crossed against the back of Derek’s neck, resting his head on them and watching the trees go by. Derek holds up the entirety of Stiles’ weight with ease, hands curled under Stiles’ thighs as Stiles swings his feet absentmindedly.

Through the mating bond, he can feel that Derek isn’t at all bothered by Stiles slumping his full body weight against him and putting in zero effort to stay on. In fact, Derek feels a sort of primal, smug satisfaction from carrying his mate. Like he’s succeeding in his sole biological purpose to spoil him senseless.

Stiles snorts.

He can’t see Derek’s face, but he can see that Derek’s ears turn pink. “Don’t,” he growls.

Stiles grins. “Didn’t say anything.”

“Keep it that way.”

Stiles throws his head back with a laugh.

His sneakers kick the brush as he swings his feet, but Derek hasn’t said anything about the noise. Usually Derek does territory patrols in total, unnerving silence that speaks of a sort of stealth only gifted to the supernatural. Stiles knows Derek takes these patrols seriously, he’s seen him snap at his betas to be more silent and stop fucking around.

But Derek never says anything to him.

Even when Stiles is rambling and stumbling through the forest with about as much stealth as a frazzled squirrel, Derek always seems happy to listen to him talk. Maybe Derek trusts his senses and instincts even with Stiles’ noise… or maybe Stiles really does just get away with everything like the pack says he does.

It has Stiles biting back a smile.

“Stop,” Derek snaps.

Another laugh bubbles out of him, unable to stop himself. “Okay, okay.”

[lovelydeps]

Have you guys heard the crazy news about Dan and Phil. They are starting a podcast

[rareswifts]

[daisybeats]

Stiles Stilinski prided himself on being many things: witty, resourceful, devastatingly handsome (okay, debatable, but it was his head and his rules). What he didn’t pride himself on was being petty.

Except, apparently, when it came to Derek Hale.

Because Derek Hale had a Camaro. And abs. And smolder. And the audacity - the sheer audacity - to walk around Beacon Hills like he didn’t know he was a leather jacket wearing Greek god carved from marble and dry wit.

So when Stiles saw Derek stroll into the coffee shop with Dina from the bookstore, smiling (actually smiling, like his face muscles remembered how), Stiles saw red. Bright neon red, like Comic Sans on fire.

“Oh no he did not,” Stiles muttered, spilling sugar packets all over the counter. Scott raised an eyebrow from across the table, halfway through his muffin.

“Did not what?”

“Derek Hale,” Stiles snapped, pointing a dramatic finger, “just walked in here with Miss Booksmart Dina With the Perfect Bangs like he’s suddenly the star of a romcom. No. Absolutely not.”

Scott blinked. “So? He’s allowed to date.”

“Date?” Stiles scoffed. “He doesn’t date. He broods. He scowls. He sulks in abandoned train depots like a rejected DC villain. He doesn’t go on cutesy coffee runs with a girl who probably writes poetry about the moon. That’s-” Stiles shoved his chair back and declared, “-treason.”

He marched straight over.

Derek, naturally, looked up the second Stiles loomed nearby. His green eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?”

“Me?” Stiles plastered on a too-bright smile. “Oh nothing. Just watching you commit character assassination against yourself. Coffee dates? Really, Hale? What’s next, a couples’ pottery class? Should we call you Patrick Swayze now or later?”

Dina blinked at Stiles. “Do you… know him?”

“Oh, intimately,” Stiles fired back without thinking. “I mean - not intimately intimately, like, biblical intimately, but, you know, in the trenches of chaos kind of intimately, where you share a car crash and mild trauma. But hey, I’m sure he’s just thrilled to tell you all about his favorite pastime of glaring people into therapy.”

Derek’s jaw flexed. “Stiles.”

“No, no, don’t Stiles me,” he cut him off. “I see you sitting here, all cozy, with your little latte, and it’s giving me big ‘new boyfriend’ energy. Which, by the way, rude. Some of us have loyally spent years being mocked, insulted, and emotionally tormented by your resting murder face, and suddenly you’re Mister Sunshine with Miss Indie Romance Novel over here? Fuck you, Derek.”

The coffee shop went quiet.

Scott slapped a hand over his face.

Dina excused herself very quickly.

And Derek…Derek leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and smirked. Smirked. “So you’re jealous.”

“I - what? No. Noooo. Don’t flatter yourself, Derek. I wouldn’t be jealous of you if you - if you-” Stiles flailed. “Okay, fine, maybe a little, but only because your stupid jawline is illegal and your Camaro is my emotional support vehicle and-”

“Stiles.” Derek’s voice dipped low. “You could’ve just said you like me.”

Stiles froze. His brain short-circuited like an overheated Windows 95 desktop. “…Excuse me?”

“You don’t need to cause a scene in public.”

Stiles sputtered. “Okay, well, maybe so, but it’s only because your face makes me irrationally angry, and your leather jacket smells like masculinity and woodsmoke, and I hate it, okay? I hate it.”

Derek stood. Close. Too close. “You hate it,” he murmured, “so much you can’t stop talking about it.”

Stiles’s heart did backflips. His mouth, however, betrayed him. “…Fuck you.”

“Yeah,” Derek said, lips twitching, “I got that.” Then he kissed him.

Scott groaned into his muffin. “I knew this day would ruin my appetite.”