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@floraconquistadora heres your playlist !!

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Your favorite instruments are the ones I play omg! Piano all the way though! And November is my favorite month as well.

❤ November is a good month. I went to Chicago some years back in November, absolutely stunning I tell you.I play the piano pretty damn well by ear and I'm very very very fucking slowly teaching myself guitar. I really probably should take lessons because knowing one chord doesn't help much when there's so many songs I wanna play. I have the piano for that though? Pfff

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reblog this if you like garlic bread

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tagged by the wonderful iamstephihearmemeow <3

1. Who is your favourite person and why? my barista just because he doesn't judge me for my caffeine addiction. he enables. 2. If you could have any wild animal as a pet (imagine this is a universe where that isn’t a terrible idea), what would it be? I'm going to say a wolf, because Moon Moon ended up on my dash the other day and I've been laughing about dogs and wolves and their dumb cute faces for basically the entire week. 3. What album would you say defined your adolescence? okay I really had to think about this because I was one of those teenagers who liked bands but didn't have any that I was ridiculously attached to. Two of the albums I actually went out and bought when I was 14 or 15 were Songs about Jane and Mad Season and I'm pretty sure I actually wore them out if that counts. 4. What drink would you order at a coffee shop? usually I would get a triple shot latte with a fourth shot and vanilla because odd numbers bother me but my coffee shop has this marble mocha rn which is two different kinds of hot chocolate mixed with a latte and it is delicious. 5. If you could be friends with any fictional character, who would it be? Hermione Granger, hands down. 6. What was your favourite toy growing up? I had this stuffed frog that made ribbit sounds that I was pretty attached to but I think my favourite was probably the floppy brown puppy I named Charlotte. I still have her. 7. What is your opinion of the current leader of your country? 8. What was your dream job as a child? When I was four I wanted to be a garbage man. 9. Favourite kind of cake? If I have to choose a type of cake it would be blackforest but pie is better than cake. 10. Who on Tumblr do you think is super cool and everyone should follow? top 5 at this very second I'm gonna say (otherwise I'll put everyone I follow down) are : iamstephihearmemeow, floraconquistadora, twee-dy, hepzheba and bleep0bleep. I won't tag specific people but anyone who likes the questions go for it! 1) Strangest dream you've had recently? 2) Favourite quality in yourself? 3) Worst pun you have ever made? 4) Favourite holiday? (like New Years or Halloween or religious holidays) 5) Guiltiest pleasure food? 6) What movie can you quote the most from? 7) Favourite fairytale? 8) The best gift you've ever received? 9) Favourite teacher? 10) The song you have on repeat right now?

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Don't you hate when you're reading a sentence and it turns out to be meaningless. Then you start the second sentence and, it too, is pointless. And you start the third in hopes of it actually being informative but it's not. And at this point you've already read three sentences so you're like, eh, I'll keep going. Then you realize you just wasted your time reading the whole paragraph. Don't you hate that?

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura, Melissa McCall/Sheriff Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa McCall Additional Tags: Scott and Stiles want to make a YouTube cooking show, Derek and Kira are the only ones who can actually cook, it goes about as well as can be expected Summary:

“Hi! I’m Stiles and this is my buddy Scott and we’re going to be your hosts this evening on Cooking with Wolves!” Stiles grins at the camera and Scott beams before running back to the other side of the tripod. “Seeing as this is our pilot episode, I’ll introduce you to the other stars. As the actual chefs we have the wonderful Kira,” Kira waves and smiles from the other side of the kitchen as Scott turns the camera lens towards her. “And the grumpy Derek! Say hi to the viewers, Derek.”

Scott turns the camera on Derek and Derek doesn’t smile. His eyebrows promise murder. “We’ll work on that later,” Stiles says hurriedly and Scott turns the camera away from Derek quickly. “Get over here, Scotty, so we can talk about what we’re going to be making today!”

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five pieces of a love story

i. but one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin. An hour in the cab of Stiles’ Jeep was enough to start it all.

Derek’s been hit with wolfsbane before. He’s laid on the floor of a barn and felt his blood burn with it while Laura howled at the moon. He’s pushed ashes that seared the skin of his fingers into wounds scattered across Laura’s legs. He knows what it feels like and what he has to do.

What he doesn’t know is why he gets into the deathtrap of a Jeep with the teenager who makes it more than clear that he’d be happy to leave Derek to die on the side of the road.  What he doesn’t know is why he doesn’t believe Stiles really would leave him to die even though there’s no lie in his heartbeat.

The cab of the Jeep is crowded and reeks of everything Derek hated as a teenager but he can’t lie to himself. The hour they spend in there is the start of something.

ii. who says that you deserve this and what kind of god would serve this? Stiles always knew life was unfair but this just seems ridiculous.

Something bitter and uncomfortable twists in Stiles’ stomach when they put their backs to the wall and his brain has time to process the sight of Derek flying across the parking lot. It goes from uncomfortable to downright painful when Scott blames the murders on Derek, certain death making him a convenient scapegoat, and Stiles barely manages to bite back a protest.

He isn’t a good person all the time, he knows that, but there are lines. He can be a dick, especially to people he doesn’t particularly care for, but this feels unfair even though Derek falls into the don’t-particularly-care-for category the 75% of the time he isn’t in the hate-with-the-fire-of-a-thousand-burning-suns category.

Derek’s survival is kind of a catch-22 in the end. “Bad news or badder news first?” Stiles asks him and hopes his heart doesn’t pound clear out of his chest. “Your life really kind of sucks, dude.”

iii. and oh honey, I never, I never dreamed of you. Derek never would have even dared to dream of someone like Stiles.

Stiles is many things. Derek has a lot of words he could use to describe the teenager and not very many of them are particularly flattering. Stiles is infuriating and loud and obnoxious. He’s also an asshole approximately 98% of the time unless you happen to be Lydia Martin.

Derek definitely isn’t Lydia Martin.

Their rough edges catch and grate against each other and Derek hisses threats around his fangs that Stiles laughs at. Stiles isn’t a wolf and he doesn’t need Derek to be an alpha but Derek’s long forgotten how to be more than one thing at once. He thinks that maybe he lost that with Laura.

Sometimes Stiles calls him the Beast and Derek pretends he doesn’t know who that is and then they shout at each other some more. Sometimes the only thing Derek knows is real is Stiles because he never would have imagined him.

iv. I’ll sit in silence for the rest of my life if you’d like. Stiles learns the value of silence even as Derek learns the value of words.

Derek’s silences say things that Stiles never would have imagined before he learned to read them for what they really are. He wonders whether they have a different smell to werewolves because they all feel different to him.

Some of his silences are so heavy he thinks that it’s a wonder even Derek can stay standing under them. He never really gave the idea of someone carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders much validity until he sat through one of those silences and felt every pound of that weight where his side was pressed against Derek’s.

Others are easy. Some feel cool and others feel warm and he understands, for the first time, why words mean more when they aren’t always there. He isn’t afraid of silence, not anymore.

He learns to appreciate silence from Derek and, after a while, Derek learns how to break it from Stiles.

v. and I know he’s no stranger for I feel I’ve held him for all of time. This was always there between them.

Stiles laughs himself all the way to a stomachache when Danny rolls his eyes at them and says “I knew he wasn’t your cousin,” and Derek rumbles, quietly distressed, some kind of denial under his breath. Erica winks, asks for details, and Boyd nods with a flash of a smile.

Scott wrinkles his nose and doesn’t bother with verbal acknowledgement. Allison grins wide enough to dimple and says “Finally.” Isaac makes a whining sound and says “We already knew and we don’t have to talk about it anymore.” Jackson’s judgmental tutting sounds odd and tinny over the Skype connection and Lydia’s just sounds smug.

The Sheriff takes Derek aside and Melissa takes Stiles aside. Derek nods solemnly and Stiles smiles and says “I know.”

“It just took us a while to end up on the same page at the same time,” Stiles says and Derek’s easy silence says the same.

(Playlist) i. one crowded hour – augie march ii. the remedy – jason mraz iii. keep your head up – ben howard iv. black chandelier – biffy clyro v. ordinary day – vanessa carlton

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April wanted: shampoo, "I need you to let me touch it", Destiel, flour fight and glow sticks. All five of them are absolutely filthy by the time Charlie calls out for a ceasefire from her sniper’s position. Dean stares up at her from underneath the dining table with multi-coloured streaks of fluorescent syrup down his face and Castiel is half draped over one of the chairs, but mostly on the floor, with a wounded expression underneath the tracks of flour and cocoa on his. Sam and Kevin, considerably cleaner than the other two, are still poised in the doorway. There is a rubber ladle full of flour held in Sam’s hands while Kevin pulls it back like a slingshot and both wear guilty expressions worthy of any child caught with their hands in the cookie jar. She puts her hands on her hips and looks between the two pairs before fixing Castiel and Dean with a disappointed look. “That was the most disgusting display of warfare I’ve ever seen.” Castiel’s features twist, displeasure evident in the furrow between his eyebrows, as he slides completely off the chair and leans against the table leg. “Maybe it would have been more evenly matched if Dean and I were afforded access to the same amount of supplies.” Kevin rolls his eyes. “You’re a trained hunter and a warrior of God. I think you could have fought us for the kitchen doorway instead of retreating under the table.” “Maybe it would have been more evenly matched if only normal sized people were allowed to play.” Dean scowls at all of them and wriggles his way out from under the table. “And if Sam wasn’t allowed to throw syrup bombs with that glow stick shit at me. The Geneva convention should have outlawed sasquatches .” “That-that doesn’t even-” Sam sputters and Charlie raises a hand to forestall his protests. He falls silent, narrowing his eyes at Dean, and startles violently when Kevin tries to take the ladle out of his hand. They both end up covered in a layer of flour and Dean laughs so hard that Castiel, hands under his arms, has to drag him out from the tangle of chairs he ends up in. “You’re all going to go and shower,” Charlie says, shaking her head and dislodging a cloud of flour and cocoa from her own hair, to the four. She points at Castiel, who has perked up at the mention of a shower, and waves her finger. “Separately. With lots of shampoo and I’m aiming that at you, Sam, because we’re watching the new Game of Thrones episode and it starts in half an hour.” Kevin and Sam snicker at the half embarrassed and half crestfallen expression on Castiel’s face as they disappear through the other side of the kitchen and their footsteps fade out. Dean, no longer laughing, hauls Castiel up as he gets to his feet and pats his shoulder. Traitor, he mouths at Charlie and she rolls her eyes and heads towards her own bathroom. “S’alright, Cas,” she hears him say. “We’ll get them back.” She snorts to herself, pausing in the hallway just within earshot, and waits to hear Castiel’s response. “Dean,” he says after a moment, sounding breathless and slightly wrecked. She lifts an eyebrow, mentally high-fiving Dean, and cocks her head closer to the doorway. “Dean, you have a purple cowslick formation in your hair where the glowing substance and the syrup interacted.” Charlie almost bites through her lip stifling her laughter. “And your point is?” Dean sounds exasperated. “It is strangely alluring,” Castiel says solemnly. There is a brief pause. “I need you to let me touch it.” She doesn’t bother after that, giggles echoing in the bunker, and laughs hysterically the entire way to the bathroom.