Apparently this blog is 2 today! It's been a while since I wrote anything, but if anyone has a prompt I might try to drabble some things this weekend. Just comment or send in an ask!
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@redandhiswolf
Apparently this blog is 2 today! It's been a while since I wrote anything, but if anyone has a prompt I might try to drabble some things this weekend. Just comment or send in an ask!
Acupressure
((Wow I can't write anymore. I had my first massage/acupressure experience over the weekend in KC, and I distracted myself from the pain by thinking about a Sterek AU. After we were done my cousin told me I should have told them less pressure...I didn't realize that was an option.))
Derek all but slapped the certificate down on the counter, lowering his eyebrows at the girl running the desk as if she would decipher what it all meant. Mainly that he was hacked off that Laura had bought him the voucher in the first place, and then had further infuriated him by forcing him to actually use it.
But he was here now, and if he could survive the next hour he could go on with his life. Plus he could rub it in her face that massages, no; reflexology and acupressure weren’t going to cure him. Because all of his problems didn’t stem from muscles tense from working out too long or too hard, and a simple little massage wouldn’t help at all.
The look the girl gave him showed just how unimpressed she was with his, well, everything, and with a toss of her red hair she finally graced him with a smile. “Mr. Hale. How nice to finally meet you. You’ll be at station three, all the way down the hall and to the left.”
4x02 Dinner
((So Krissy wanted a snippet where it was bby!Derek and Stiles snarking at the table. I'm trying to maybe get my groove back so I can at least write snippets again now that it's summer break.))
"Phonetically."
Mr. McCall raised his eyebrows, chopsticks lowering slightly, and then his phone rang. He answered it at the table, and after a moment and a few "yes ma'ams" pushed away from the table to speak in private to whoever it was on the other line.
Stiles sat back, breathing out a sigh or relief before shoving half an egg roll into his mouth. Which seemed like a prime opportunity to speak up. "Anything else about myself you'd like to share?"
The other boy glowered at him, and Derek just met his glare with rolled eyes. "I don't really get why you're being so weird. He's the alpha's dad right? Aren't you all pack?"
Stiles face twisted into a scowl, which apparently impeded his ability to eat like a normal person. He coughed, trying to swallow, and then drained half his glass before pointing a finger at him. "Nu-uh. That...that man isn't pack. Never. Nope. He's a jerk. Numbero uno on the list of people that aren't pack. He doesn't even know what pack is."
It was fascinating to watch the words spill off his tongue, a flush creeping along his cheeks. Whatever Mr. McCall had done Stiles wasn't a fan. But the other teen's reactions were too much fun to just stop now. "I'm not even sure if I should trust you. So maybe I'd be better off talking to him. I mean, at least he gave me decent food."
"I bought you Taco Bell on the way over here! You're welcome by the way."
"Exactly. Taco Bell. I don't even understand their menu anymore."
"Taco Bell is good! I mean, a taco is no curly fries and a shake but I'm pretty sure their mild sauce is served on Mount Olympus. What I wouldn't give for a fountain of that stuff."
The slightly dreamy look on Stiles' face probably should have been disturbing, but instead Derek just snorted and took another bite of fried rice. Then all of the sudden he was getting kicked under the table. "You little bastard! I bought you food on the way over! There was no way you were starving."
"You honestly thought that was enough to eat. You only got me like, 5 tacos. That's barely a snack. And who in their right mind turns down fried rice. Seems suspicious to me. I just wanted to keep a low profile."
He was smirking victoriously at Stiles' still gaping mouth when a throat cleared across the table. "A low profile?"
Both of their heads snapped up as they looked up at Mr. McCall, and Derek quickly looked down. Down at the...that was a badge on the table. "Mr. McCall, you're an FBI agent."
Teen Wolf Height Comparison!
So, obviously I love TW fanfiction. But one of my pet peeves is when Stiles is somehow ridiculously short with no explanation (slouching, hunched over, girls wearing ridiculous heels next to him, etc) so I thought I would make a list of everyone’s heights (based on the actors) so far as I can tell with my google-fu. Let me know if you see anyone that should be added/fixed!
Tallest -> Shortest
Agent Rafe McCall - 6’4”
Vernon Milton Boyd IV – 6’3” (And please for the love of Teen Wolf realize that Boyd DOES have a last name and it is Boyd)
Read More
So I tried to update this, but I probably left someone off! If there is anyone that needs to be added/updated let me know! I’m leaving past characters on because they’re still used in fanfics/fanart and such.
Plus you never know when they’ll be revived.
STEREK 101 dalmatianeske by Slashpalooza
Commission from http://carkiechu.deviantart.com/
So the info on this is wrong and it was commissioned by me on deviantart (ramenli), not carkiechu and it goes along with the ficlet I did forever ago here, Leashed. I just had to reblog this here in case anyone read Leashed back in the day and wanted to see the fanart I'd commed!
I choose to believe that Danny knows because he regularly Skypes with Jackson and keeps him up to date on all the pack bullshit after Jackson tells him.
"Yeah, in econ today they were literally seeing how many times they could flash their eyes at Coach and not get caught. Idiots. Half the class knows now but we're thinking about keeping it secret so we can make it part of our senior prank. Plus we don't want the Scott and Isaac disqualified in lacrosse."
((So I haven't felt up to writing lately, but I have had headcanons and stupid ideas floating around so I might as well shove them here))
I want a fic where Laura is alive and Derek goes on like, one date with Boyd and they don't work, they literally sat there for 12 minutes at one point with no one talking, but he was cool so they became friends and then Laura offered him the bite. Then Derek goes on a date with a girl named Erica and they hit it off, but more in a "hey check out that guy's ass" "yeah that's pretty fine" type of way so Derek winds up taking her back to introduce her to Laura and Boyd because even though the date wasn't that great the conversation was and then Laura offers her the bite. Then it's Isaac, same old same old, and by the time that Derek goes on a date with this kid named Stiles literally the entire pack sits around waiting for him to bring Stiles back to introduce him to them so Laura can get to know him and offer him the bite. So they hear Derek's car outside and then two people getting out and they're quietly air high-fiving and then they hear heavy breathing and sloppy kisses outside the door to the apartment and it's a mad scramble to hide because this time...this time Derek brought back his date to introduce his back to the mattress and fuck this is awkward.
Representation
((An alternate scene to 3x16, because I'm still on pain meds from my wisdom teeth and it is stupid late and I should be sleeping.)) There was a light touch at his waist, a hand ghosting around to lightly clutch onto his hip. Stiles lost himself to the beat, twisting his hips to the rhythm his partner set for a moment, lightly grinding back and just enjoying the beat music thrumming through his veins. The music began to change, a new song, and he turned to see who his partner was, eyes widening in surprise. "Greenberg?"
"Stilinski?"
They stared at each other for a moment before Greenberg blurted out "uh...I thought you liked girls!"
Stiles shrugged and nodded "I do like girls."
The confused look stayed on Greenberg's face. "And boys?"
Stiles shrugged again. "Why not? Hey, I thought there was only one man for you?" He couldn't help the way his eyebrows waggled, and even if he could he wouldn't have tried to. It was far too amusing to watch Greenberg blush.
"I'm pretending to be mad at him for breaking the mug," he shouted out, barely audible over the crowd.
Stiles laughed and let his hands drop down to the other teen's waist. "We might as well have some fun then!"
Christmas wishes
Hey! My goal for Christmas break is to write some, so if you have any requests feel free to send them in! I can’t promise to do romantic things for every pairing you come up with, but I am willing to write relationship fluff for pairings other than Sterek, so don’t be shy about asking for other things! Vague prompts, specific prompts, every suggestion is welcome.
Melissa + Sheriff
((idek why after so long this is what I wrote?? Oh well it's something :D ))
“You do realize how ridiculous this is, right?” Melissa pointed out with a wry twist of her lips. A dark flannel shirt was held up as she gave it a once over before sighing and rubbing the fabric over her arms and swiping it along her neck.
Derek Day
((Sorry I haven't posted in a while! Work + this is the 100th post so I didn't want to do an EXTREMELY rushed snippet, not that this is any work of art but still, it's the principle of the thing XD
In my headcanon, Derek still has the Camaro. Viva la Camaro.))
“No, you don’t understand. What do you buy for the guy that literally can buy whatever he wants? Well, besides friends. And he’s in pretty short supply for those but still. It’s not like I can just buy him friends.”
“Why do you have that look on your face?” Scott’s voice was understandably alarmed as Stiles’ grin grew, verging on Grinch levels of terrifying smiles. “I don’t think having the Sheriff for your dad is going to get you out of human trafficking charges.”
“Oh how you underestimate me.”
Tiny Stiles and Allison snippet
((Hey guys, I'm so sorry I haven't updated much recently, and I see new followers (omg hi I don't know where you're coming from or what you like or why you're here but feel free to send in requests and such!) so I just wanted to write SOMETHING tonight and hopefully I'll write something else later in the week now that I'm getting settled into my work schedule!))
“Well I’m not going to wait on them to finish their spirit quest or touching their inner wolf or whatever.” Allison turned in time to see Stiles shrugging off his overshirt, and then his tshirt, surprised to see the teen in a scanty single layer in the form of a tight tank top. It was almost unnerving really.
She smiled at him, reaching down to grab the hem of her shirt and peeling it off as well. “You mean you actually want to swim while we’re at the beach?”
“Swim?” Stiles had an affronted look on his face as he looked over at her. “Isn’t that exercise? Hell no, I’m going to work on my tan. Well, burn really. I could always use some more freckles.”
When he pushed down his pants he already had his swimming trunks on, a sure sign he had planned on going to the beach as soon as possible since before they had left. Not that she blamed him, the strings of her bikini top had been tickling her back since before dawn. Her shorts joined her shirt quickly and she was trading out her sandals for a pair of flip-flops, pulling her hair back in a messy ponytail while Stiles began to slather down every speck of exposed skin with possibly clinical strength sunscreen. He even ran his fingers through his hair, massaging the lotion onto his scalp.
She had time to do a quick series of stretches and to actually fold and put away her clothing, as well as put sunscreen on her ears and nose where she tended to burn, by the time he was ready to go.
They were barely halfway to the beach before he began complaining.
“I actually think I might roast alive. I hope you brought some salt and pepper, maybe some garlic, because if you rub some on me you could have a nice barbeque tonight. And no, that was not an opening for you to make a Polish sausage joke, because if anyone is making that it’s going to be me.”
She couldn’t help but laugh, swaying her hip into his as she kept them moving at a steady pace. “Rethinking that swim about now?”
“Maybe. Possibly. I doubt you could actually keep me out at this point.” She glanced over and raised an eyebrow, pleased when his speech paused for just a moment. “Okay I take that back, you could definitely keep me out. But what would Scott and Isaac think when they joined us on the beach and saw you sitting on me? They might assume the worst! I’m not ready to be puppy chow Allison, I have so much to do! Places to go! Mystical creatures to study!”
“Oh I don’t know, they might see it as an opportunity and offer to let you join us.”
She managed to keep her face straight for long enough until he stumbled, barely keeping himself upright in the sand while he whipped his head around to stare at her in horror, before she was laughing again, a full-bellied sound that carried until it was swallowed up by the gentle crashing of the waves along the shoreline.
Erica and Stiles
((First of all, hi new people! I'm not sure why you're here or what you like, but always feel free to send in prompts! I'm a huge fan of anything that's just Person A + Person B + 1 word. I just started a new job, which is why writing has been slower, but hopefully as things settle in I'll be able to write a bit more frequently than I have the past month or two.
So far as this ficlet goes, I just wanted some backstory on why Erica liked Stiles, and this little bit of nonsense cropped up.
Plus I just really miss season 2 cast :( My babies...))
The day had seemed normal until she had walked into the doctor’s office and someone was in her seat. Not just her seat, but also reading the single copy of Highlights that the office had. That was her magazine. The lady at the desk didn’t even mind when she wrote in it in pen. But there he was, a skinny little boy with a mess of hair coating the top of his head and huge eyes staring intently at the page while he absentmindedly chewed on a pen.
Claudia
((Sometimes I shouldn't channel feels? IDK this is just angst))
Baseball
((Reasons I shouldn't go to baseball games. This was going to be smut, because you're allowed to write yourself smut on your birthday or something, but I just couldn't get the inspiration to actually write it. So instead it's random words wrapped into a ficlet))
“WHERE THE HELL IS GREENBERG?” The bellowing echoed throughout the dugout, but everyone was so used to it that they ranged from flat out ignoring it to…flat out ignoring it. There was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary until a strange voice chirped up, actually answering, and with that the dugout fell silent, honing in on the newcomer.
The Crossroads
((This ficlet is a prime example of why I need sleep. Inspired by crossroad demons from Supernatural but not following Supernatural canon))
((So my friend was cosplaying Derek and slightly lisping around her fangs. Cue a conversation about newly turned wolves probably having lisps and all sorts of silly issues with their new fangs and claws. Warning: Lisps))
“Thurrender yourthelves to uth.”