Krissie Disapproves

Fic summary: When you are trying to go to sleep at night, your finds a way to wander as Stiles knows all to well.

Well, that was helpful and informative.

donnamosses:

andrastesgrace:

esaevian:


Blake wants the curvaceous, gorgeous Honey in his bed. Now. He’s lusted (but not loved, let’s get that straight) after the luscious woman for months. True, he looks like a bad-boy biker mixed with a player and, yeah, he’s broken a few things in her bar… But only because the guys were hitting on his girl. With no hope of winning her over in sight, he does what any red-blooded werehedgehog would do in his position. He lies.

THIS.
IS.
A.
BOOK.
[x]

WEREHEDGEHOGWEREHEDGEHOGTHIS IS A THING OMG HELP

A++ WILL READ

donnamosses:

andrastesgrace:

esaevian:

Blake wants the curvaceous, gorgeous Honey in his bed. Now. He’s lusted (but not loved, let’s get that straight) after the luscious woman for months. True, he looks like a bad-boy biker mixed with a player and, yeah, he’s broken a few things in her bar… But only because the guys were hitting on his girl. With no hope of winning her over in sight, he does what any red-blooded werehedgehog would do in his position. He lies.

THIS.

IS.

A.

BOOK.

[x]

WERE

HEDGEHOG

WEREHEDGEHOG

THIS IS A THING OMG HELP

A++ WILL READ

(via book-choco-loco)

cathyworld:

Five years later and I still haven’t told him.

(via simplystiles)

maichan808:

Artwork and Photography inspired by Kaleidoscope (Sterek AU, Explicit) by Vendelin/ljummen
When I approached ljummen about creating fanart for her story, not only did she grant her permission, she wrote this lovely additional scene to provide insight into Derek’s motivation for creating this portrait, his portrait of Stiles:

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Derek wipes his hands on his pants, leaving dark stains from his charcoal-stained fingers. It’s been a while since he felt like a piece was this finished. It’s been slow progress from the night in the art institute when Stiles decided to show up quite unexpectedly to let Derek finish the piece for the exhibition. His last one.

Back then, it was nothing but the outline of Stiles’ eyes and nose.

Now, it’s a combination of all of Derek’s favorite Stiles’ expressions. There’s that look in his eyes that makes Derek’s heart forget how to beat properly. There’s the huge grin he rarely lets Derek see, because Stiles is constantly self-conscious around him. There’s the way he sometimes looks at Derek when he has said something funny, and wants to take in Derek’s reaction. Derek slowly traces the outline of Stiles’ temple with his fingertip, careful not to leave any evidence from his smudgy fingers.

He drew Stiles like this and not like the broken human being Derek left behind in the coffee shop yesterday, because this is the Stiles who barrelled his way into Derek’s life and stayed.

It started as a way to let himself have Stiles even though he knew that wasn’t an option. It was also, perhaps subconsciously at first, a way to make sure he remembers. Derek knows what can happen to your ability to remember; he’s done his reading. He knows there will likely be a day soon when he can’t remember the look in Stiles’ eyes so vividly, perhaps not even at all. A day when he can’t recall the lines that appear around Stiles’ nose when he grins.

This was supposed to make sure that he remembers, that he never forgets the way Stiles made dying seem like losing to Derek, and not like just another way to move on. The way he made sure that he once again remembers what it’s like to have your heart pound from the sound of someone else’s voice.

This was supposed to be Derek’s way to make sure that he never forgets Stiles, and the way he somehow managed to make Derek feel whole and broken all at once.

And now, Derek is going to give that portrait away.


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That art piece is as perfect as the fic. I’m so glad I rec’d it to you  because OMG LOOK AT IT!!!!1!!!

Emotional idiot

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I’m an Emotional Idiot
so get away from me.
I mean, 
COME HERE. 

Wait, no,
that’s too close, 
give me some space
it’s a big country, 
there’s plenty of room, 
don’t sit so close to me.

Hey, where are you? 
I haven’t seen you in days.
Whadya, having an affair?
Who is she? 
Come on, 
aren’t I enough for you?

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colethewolf:

SCREAMING
[x]

colethewolf:

SCREAMING

[x]

(via relenafanel)