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ok. new blog is set up :)
I have decided that even though my fic concept is the same as like everything else in the oscar pine tag, it is better because it has marrow and also it's not technically time travel but also I didn't say that 🤭
21 Pilots isn’t allowed to have a well composed and bassy song fuck you. FUCK you this is like if Nickelback did something good this is unholy
this is way too early to tell, but this sterek fic i’m reading is going to be good. it’s way way too early though, but damn this part:
“This is dancing music,” Derek says, and grabs his hand. Stiles doesn’t know if it’s his wolf almost coming out or what, but Derek is suddenly playful. He spins Stiles, then pulls him in close. “‘Heaven,” he croons along with the recording. “I’m in heaven…’”
Ladies and gentlemen, please make sure your heart is in its full upright and locked position: we have liftoff. Stiles has to fight really, really hard not to swoon in Derek’s arms as Derek carefully leads him around the room, voice perfectly matching the recording.
“My parents danced to this kind of music all the time.” Derek twirls him, still singing along: “‘Oh, I love to climb a mountain…and to reach the highest peak…but it doesn’t thrill me half as much as dancing cheek to cheek…’”
“You’re good at this,” Stiles breathes out as Derek swirls him around the room.
got me reaching for my pillow and screamed into it. (i kicked my blanket down my bed and my mum screamed at me bc she was laying down beside my low-bed watching the tv. i screamed back this ‘online book’ is too cute, it deserved my reaction. she ignored me.) derek in this is tiny bit out of character but it’s such a refreshing take of it. the author pulls into that tiny tendrils in our mind that has this headcanon of derek being just a misunderstood patootie and i’m left, as a gargling puddle of goo.
it’s way way too early to tell, but, damn, i’m thoroughly enthralled.
this fic is weird.
Also hey muse fandom:
dont call someone a bitch and then brag about winning best fan community award IN THE SAME SENTENCE.
Usually calling someone a bitch doesnt make you the best fan community, i mean just saying.