Carpe Diem

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[sladucer]

Oh... *the arm touch*

[stellar-appreciation]

I'm crying. WHAT?!

[loucifersbitch]

if you need me, i’ll be sobbing on the floor. humans, man

[sun-crustt]

yall.

YALL.

[voskhodart]

Turning heavenward.

[thevaultoftheatomicspaceage]

1973 NASA art by Rick Guidice visualizes the idea of a Pioneer probe using Jupiter’s gravity to slingshot itself toward the outer planets and beyond.

[whentherainfall]

I want stiles to celebrate Derek's bday.

But not in an extravagant, loud party way, because Derek is nowhere near enjoying something like that, because of all the guilt and pain of losing his family. And Stiles and Derek are still going through the 'I won't tolerate you, but I won't let you get hurt under my watch either' phase.

It's just that Stiles knows that today is Derek's birthday because of all the background search he did in the beginning, and didn't want Derek to feel like no one cares or remembers.

So he calls Derek in for something research-related. Derek comes through the window to find the room empty, but can hear stiles down in the kitchen. He goes down to find Stiles cooking dinner. [Maybe pasta and chicken. or lasagna.] Stiles is very nonchalant and chatters away about whatever supernatural-related things, and makes a plate for Derek and puts it on the table. He doesn't wish or say the 'B' word at all, because Derek is a cat and will be spooked and run away at the mere signal of someone doing something nice for him.

Derek is confused but eats the dinner because it has been ages since he had a home-cooked meal. After the dinner, Stiles slides a piece of brownie he baked towards Derek, still babbling away in Stiles' adorable, weird way.

The food and conversation remind Derek of his family dinners, and even though it makes him sad, he is really enjoying it. Derek doesn't know that Stiles knows it is his birthday. He is grateful, for once, to have a good meal and not to have to spend his birthday alone, as he feared.

Hours passed, and Derek took his leave. But as he climbs out the window, Stiles slowly whispers, 'Happy birthday, sourwolf.' Derek freezes for a moment, caught off guard. He felt like he wanted to cry at the sudden warmth that was covering him like a blanket. He murmurs a thanks and flees from the room.

Neither of them ever talks about it. But on Derek's occasional visits, Stiles keeps a plate of dinner aside for him. And for Stiles' birthday, Derek buys him a full box of the new video games and leaves it on the table.

[salbertwolf]

Christina Koch (Mission Specialist), Artemis II - April 6th 2026

[melioristicbeast]

Somewhere in the world, Stiles turns 31. Safe and sound, pestering his long-suffering husband with bad rhymes until he kisses him to shut him up ♡

Quick thing for Stiles' birthday. Where I'm from, the weather on your birthday is said to be the result of whether you behaved or not the past year - I bet Beacon Hills has a freak storm every single april 8th lol

[skyrigel]

gurl what kind of rivalry is this?

[rukki-lill]

i really needed Shane in Ilya’s Ottawa jersey. exactly in this position

inspired by this awesome fic by theprinceandagcd on ao3!!!!

[bluegiragi]

mama's boy.

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extra - irina cheering on baby ilya at the ice rink.

[unholyfudgebiscuits]

I know we all joke about (and some may honestly agree about) Stiles being a brat in a romantic relationship and yeah of course he has his moments but also, did anyone else see how gentle he was with Malia? Like throughout! 

Their first time at Eichen house (while I’m not thrilled it happened because they were both not in the headspace for it) he was so soft with her. Asking for consent? (Not that either could honestly give it) After care? Cuddles and Soft touches? And later on after their relationship has been established when she’s lying on his bed and telling him about her highlighter colors and the adoring look he gives her!? How gently he holds her when she gets sick in the vault? Laying his jacket over her, brushing her hair back….

And even when he’s with Heather. Him being responsible and telling her he doesn’t have protection. Letting her guide him. Giving her any opportunity in the conversation as a way out in case this isn’t what he thinks it is. Her flirty “you know what I want?” And his nervous “a bike?” 

With Caitlyn when he realizes he has to leave the party at the loft and he’s freaking out a little bit. He’s so worried about leaving her when she’s  been drinking so he takes her a water bottle and makes her promise to drink it. “I have to go but I didn’t want to offend you…You drink that. The whole thing. The whole thing, okay?” 

When Lydia is lying on the exam table after escaping Eichen house and he uses his body to shield her. His frantic but gentle hands brushing the glass off her face? When they’re at school and the birds break the glass and he immediately sails over to protect her?

The man just instinctually goes soft and protective for his S/O and I think it’d be the same for Derek. Like he’s literally pressed against the wall, standing between Derek’s arms.  the 200lb 6 foot alpha werewolf and Derek’s brain almost combusts when Stiles reaches up to cup his face after they pull away from their first kiss and the comparatively smaller and far more fragile man looks at him so sincerely and flushed up to his ears and he mumbles a little “This okay?” 

Derek’s wolf fucking looses it. Derek fucking looses it. Butterflies x10. His face turns bright red and he has to hide it in Stiles’ shoulder as Stiles slowly cards his fingers through his hair. “You okay Big Guy? W-We can stop-” 

“Shut up.” He growls out in embarrassment. Because what the fuck? How is the scrawny little human making him blush right now? But Stiles doesn’t tease him, just looks at him fondly and Derek waits for the snarky and lewd comments. Waits for Stiles to scoff and pull him in for another needy kiss but he’s not ready —so fucking not ready— for Stiles to slot their fingers together and bring his knuckles up to brush his lips against them while keeping eye contact because “I’ve always loved your eyes Der…” and holy shit. Derek is doomed. So fucking doomed. 

And Stiles isn’t suave, okay? He doesn’t really mean for it to work. He’s not trying to flirt. It’s literally just honest stammers and grumbles and he’s ten types of shy and nervous but it’s just instinct. It’s just, “I care about this person and I don’t care how embarrassing this is for me as long as they’re comfortable.” type thing. Because he feels Derek shaking a little so he takes his hand and it just feels right to kiss it. But he can’t look away from those beautiful green eyes and the question is on the alphas face, wide and open and raw and he just says it. Just really, honestly answers the unasked question of ‘why are you looking at me like that?’ But it comes off as super smooth and Derek was not prepared.

No one has ever been gentle with him. Paige maybe, in the awkward puppy love type way. But not like this. Not as a mutual, mature lover and Derek is equal parts elated and terrified and the hesitation just makes Stiles softer and more protective. “D-Der we don’t have to do this. You… I just want to be with you. We don’t have to…We can just sit down and watch-“ 

“Please stop talking.” Derek has to beg because it’s so kind, so adoring so overwhelming... Stiles loving him so gently that he finally feels like he can breathe again

[sototallynormaliswear]

I'm kinda bummed that more people don't care for Isaac and Stiles' canon dynamic

you put them anywhere near each other, they are already fighting, insulting everything about each other, the haircut the trauma the outfit, no bars held. Isaac puts his hand too close to Stiles' face, stiles bites him. they have a staring contest while Isaac slooooowly pushes all of his stuff to the ground

but Isaac is one of the only people to go "hey stiles I think you're really fucked up are you straight up dying??" and stiles refuses to answer so Isaac is immediately more on edge. and Isaac was trusted to finally trap the nogistune, which I imagine stiles would have some pretty heavy sway over.

also, the scene at the lunch table? "you could try being helpful for once" "for half my childhood I was locked in a freezer so being helpful is kinda new to me" "you still milking that?" it's so easy to read this as stiles being a dick (because he kinda is) but watching back season two, Isaac is actually fairly reluctant to talk about his father, even to people that FOR SURE know what happened. further more, stiles just doesn't care in the same way about the pack that other characters do, so the pack isn't trying to justify themselves to him. so Isaac doesn't want to talk about it and stiles isn't pressuring him, but suddenly its four months later and Isaac is bringing it up casually and stiles isn't surprised about ANY of that. and they both refuse to skate around it despite that fact that that is one of their strongest skills. whether or not Isaac actually uses his father's abuse as a way to get out it isn't QUITE as interesting as the way that the two of them seem comfortable talking about it, especially when everyone around them DOES seem visibly uncomfortable

anyway. those two are my favorite pair of angry cats. they would die for each other. last week Isaac ate Stiles' homework. about a month ago stiles broke into his house to hide his spoons. they got each other for secret santa, Isaac got him a box full of pennies and a bottle of his mom's perfume stiles got him bottles of dirt and a handknit scarf

[shieldofiron]

Derek who misses a full house of people and Stiles who fills that silence for him.

[headcanonthings]

Stiles: *throws a pokeball at Derek* Derek, I choose you! Derek: *catches the pokeball without looking away from where the betas are training* You need an ultra ball to catch a legendary pokemon. Stiles: How do you even know that and also that's so hot please make out with me

[unholyfudgebiscuits]

Noah doesn’t know what to say as he looks between his son and Derek Hale. Young Derek Hale. 15 year old Derek Hale… Of course he had remembered the boy, the night of the fire being especially clear to him. He had been crying then, sobbing in Noah’s office and repeating the same question over and over. “Are they alive? Are any of them alive?” 

It had been tragic. At the time, it had been suspicious but later it had been ruled an accident and Noah had been content with that. Not anymore. Not now as he remembers Stiles’ chessboard. The hunters bathed in white pieces. Kate Argent’s name ringing in his head, clear as a bell, and he understood. Understood what had transpired, can see the past event that had yet to happen to the boy in front of him. 

Boy. Because he’s only two years younger than Stiles is now. Rounder face, shorter stature. Derek Hale… Angry, tall, muscular, stoic alpha werewolf looking as young and uncertain as a freshman in high school. The thought has bile rising to the back of his throat. 

That woman… the things she had done to Derek… It was different, knowing now. Different seeing the teenager before him, looking so young and vulnerable and too close to Stiles’ age. For an adult to do that to a child… Any child! Rage fills Noah’s vision, his hands falling to brace himself against the desk before him and he sees Derek flinch back to Stiles’ side. 

“Dad?” Stiles says warily, taking a step in front of Derek. “We think it’s some sort of spell. Deaton is looking into it.” 

Protective. Stiles was always so damn protective of his friends. His family. The correlation has dread filling Noah’s chest even more. Thinking once again of Stiles standing in front of a hunter. 

“G-Good.” He manages to say, words strangled by the knot in his throat. “Take him to the house. He’ll be safe there for now.” Stiles looks surprised at that but Derek pushes passed him. 

“What about my mom? Where’s my mom?” 

Dead. 

Noah can’t say those words either and Stiles saves him from trying. 

“They’re not here. They left after the fire. Scott’s trying to figure out how to get you back to them.” Stiles replies, looking pointedly at his best friend. 

“Y-Yeah. I’m working on it. You can trust Stiles and the Sheriff. We’ll get everything straightened out.” It’s a lie. All lies. Always lies. Broken and struck words that shoot out like a bullet. Stiles’ favorite weapon, and he’s wielding it as fiercely as he ever has to protect the 15 year old at his side. Pride and dread and grief fill Noah’s chest as he nods, trying not to show the tears burning his eyes. 

“You’re safe with us Derek.” He says fiercely, resolutely and the young werewolf must read the honesty in that statement if nothing else because he relaxes for the first time since he’s entered the office. 

It takes a few days. Noah isn’t privy to everything that’s happened but Derek is adult Derek again, standing just as impassive and calm within the circle of the pack. He raises his head to look at Noah as the sheriff exits the police cruiser, a small nod of acknowledgement sent his way, but it’s not enough. 

Noah can’t get the image of teenage Derek out of his mind. Can’t stop the paternal instincts to wrap both of his boys in blankets and lock them up safe and warm and happy. It’s too much. The Argents, the monsters, the danger… Too much threatening the small little family he has left. 

He stalks towards them, urgent and desperate and sees the surprise light the alpha’s face. Derek almost seems worried as he motions Erica and Boyd to step aside, reaching a tentative hand out to try and either stop or steady Noah. “Sheriff, what’s wr-”

He doesn’t finish. Noah brushes past Scott and Lydia and Peter and Chris, reaches around Derek’s shoulder and pulls him forward, into his arms. The alpha freezes, shuttering into a statue as Noah embraces him, lets himself be pulled and guided to the human’s chest in the warmest hug he’s ever received. 

“It’s okay son.” Noah murmurs. “It’s okay. You got us.” He says thickly. 

Derek is still for a long moment, confusion and shock overriding every one of his senses but Noah doesn’t pull away, doesn’t say anything more, just grasps him to himself and slowly, unbidden, Derek crumbles. 

He can’t stop the tears from falling. Can’t stop the pain in his chest as Noah holds him. He closes his eyes and buries his face into the human’s neck, let’s the warmth and fatherly arms lull him and the scent of protection and possession seep into his very bones from the comfort the man is so willingly giving him. 

Of course it’s Noah. One of the only two men he’s ever really trusted since the fire. One of the only two men who he’s valued as his family. Of course it’s the other Stilinski whose saved his life yet again.