well mannered frivolity is my middle name
Chris Argent being adorably domestic.
#bad-ass hunter problems
I think Chris Argent has his own failhunter Fridays.
Scott asked her once if the girl’s bathroom was weird, because people went in and they didn’t come out for ages. “No, man, that’s just girls.” Stiles shrugged. “Girls are weird. Trust me.” Then Scott snuck her into the boys bathroom and she changed her mind. Maybe girls took longer because they peed in the toilets instead of everywhere else. And washed their hands, usually.
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fandom has such a skewed definition of what “heteronormativity” means. it’s not a d/s relationship. it’s not having the shorter character in a relationship get fucked. it’s not one character crying and be comforted.
the fact that ya’ll equate getting fucked or acting submissively or showing emotion with being feminine? that’s part of heteronormativity. i’m sure the irony will be lost on you.
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inspired by 3x03 and Derek’s resignation in the face of death
“Like anybody’d care,” Derek mumbles, face turned away. Stiles makes a scoffing noise in the back of his throat and Derek glances at him.
“Dude!” He says, voice annoyed and cracking, “do you know how like…fucking…boring it’d be around here if you died!” Stiles huffs, arms gesticulating wildly as he speaks. Derek gives him a look of disbelief, a tight scowl with something like hope burning at the edges.
“Seriously, who the hell would I engage in witty banter with,” he argues. “Peter?” He says it like an insult and the corner of Derek’s mouth quirks. Stiles grins at him, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, the dude’s a worthy opponent but burying someone in a crawl space really puts a bit of a damper on the potential for a future relationship, you know?”
Derek still doesn’t look entirely convinced, but his body turns in Stiles’ direction, who shuffles forward a bit. “You’re kind of the sole reason I was a wanted fugitive for several months,” Derek points out.
“Okay, one…half of that was definitely Scott’s fault—“
“You’ve left me for dead,” Derek reasons.
“I felt bad about it!” Stiles shouts, but Derek is smirking now. “Besides, you slammed my head into a steering wheel!” Stiles reasons.
“You used my body as a form of bribery,” Derek argues.
“Punched me in the hand,” Stiles waves it in front of him, “It’s still bruised, I’ll probably have really bad tendonitis when I’m older, never be the piano player I’ve always dreamed. My hopes for the future have been crushed by your unwieldy wolf powers,” Stiles pouts.
Derek rolls his eyes, but his shoulders are less tense, the lines around his face smoothing out to something less harsh. There’s a long pause, Stiles scuffing the toe of his shoe on the floor beneath him, awkwardly.
“Look,” Stiles says, voice soft, contrite, “I know almost dying is sort of part of the whole,” he gestures between them,” job description, thing, you know?” Derek catches his gaze before Stiles drops his. “But just…just stop making decisions based on some asinine belief that no one cares, okay?”
Derek looks like he’s about to argue, and Stiles shakes his head, shrugs his shoulders. “Because I care, alright? Like…” he sighs heavily and flushes. Derek stares at him in stunned disbelief and Stiles feels his heart rate quicken, thumping loud in his chest.
“I’m not saying I want to be werewedded and raise your pups or anything, dude, just like…that it’s…you know it’s been…I mean it hasn’t sucked having you around or anything, lately.” Stiles’ hands fall listlessly to his sides and he sighs.
“I uh…” Derek clears his throat, stares at Stiles with his eyebrows raised high on his forehead. Stiles blinks at him, rolls his eyes. “You’re…useful,” Derek offers. Stiles raises a brow and stares at him.
“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” he clutches at his chest dramatically. Derek huffs out an annoyed breath and turns to walk away. “Dear Diary,” Stiles narrates, trailing after him, “Derek Hale almost made a nice. Tomorrow, I’m going to share my pudding cup with him and see if he expresses emotions.”
“Go home, Stiles,” Derek throws over his shoulder.
“Okay, but I know your physical intimidation tactics are really just your way of expressing your fondness for me,” Stiles shouts after him, “no use denying it.”
“And you like me more than my homicidal undead uncle,” Derek tosses back.
Stiles smirks, waits until he’s nearly out of earshot, “those would make wonderful vows.”
Several yards away, Derek smiles for the first time in weeks.
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i made a makeup tutorial for all my fellow feminists out there bye
this is the best, I am totally going to do this lol
Possibly the only makeup tutorial you will ever need.
(Heh. This actually makes me wish I wore makeup!)
(Source: chibigordonramsay)
(Source: hoechloin, via wandrinparakeet)
“Dog Eat Dog” is a short film based on the true story of how actor/producer Zachary Quinto finally adopted his first dog in a Los Angeles Animal Shelter. During the events of his hilarious trials in attempting to adopt a shelter animal, Sian Heder, the film’s director was there by his side. Taking notes. [x]
YES. GOOD.
(Source: brandos, via liminal-zone)
E’ER WE BLEED INTO THE WILD ☆((A Derek Hale Fanmix))☆
☆The House That Dripped Blood // The Mountain Goats
Look past the kitchen cabinets // Go through the chest of drawers // Scrutinize the casements // Rip the varnish off the doors // Dig up the laughing photographs // They’re here somewhere or other // Take what you can carry // But let me tell you brother // Still waters go stagnant //Bodies bloat // And the cellar door is an open throat
☆Virginia Wolf Underwater // Chelsea Wolfe
Everything you’ve owned is gone // Everything you know is wrong // Everyone you’ve loved has left // Everything you’ve touched is dead
☆Don’t Swallow The Cap // The National
I have only two emotions // Careful fear and dead devotion //I can’t get the balance right // Throw my marbles in the fight // I see all the ones I wept for // All the things I had it in for // I won’t cry until I hear // Cause I was not supposed to be here
☆Thirteen Thirty-five // Dillon
you’d be thirteen //I’d be thirty-five // gone to find a place for us to hide // a den or a dessert // perhaps an ink squirt //a cellar, a wishing well, a war // or a guarantee will do for me // for you I found a cell //on the top floor of a prison //just enough space for you to fit your feet in
☆That Moon Song // Gregory Alan Isakov
the smoke in the air // couldn’t hide my shame // saw it lit up on that silver screen // and ahh that full bellied moon she’s a shinin on me // yeah she pulls on this heart like she pulls on the sea // and you came on strong like some running wave // and your beauty left me broke and hungry // left me begging to the birds for a bone or an offering // left me saying nothin, nothin, like i always say // and ahh that full bellied moon she’s a shinin on me // yeah she pulls on this heart like she pulls on the sea // and those broken hearted lovers, // they got nothing on me
☆Sister Song // Perfume Genius
Drive on, drive on // My special one // Don’t you stop ‘til you know you’re gone // Your sister and me will keep your place clean // so it shines when you finally come home
☆Appalachia // Chelsea Wolfe
like black diamonds, ash and light // like the mines and anthracite // split-tongued fellows, venom-survived // violence only against the vile //e’er we bleed into the wild // then laid to rest there, man or child // this shining gutter in the sun // is it worth it in the run
☆Harsh Realm // Widowspeak
Last night I thought of you // Years ago, when bodies grew // An empty home // A vacant Hell // I knew you in the harsh realm // I thought about how it was
☆Dead Hearts // Stars
They had light inside their eyes // They were kids that I once knew // Now they’re all dead hearts to you.
☆Demons // The National
When I walk into a room // I do not light it up //Fuck // So I stay down //With my demons
☆Painful Like // Austra
You resemble morning light // Blue skin on top of mine // Give me the creeps, I’ll pay for that // Hold you in my underwear // Give me the creeps, I’ll pay for that // Someone might see, but I don’t care //Uh, we done lost too many // In the land that barely goes
Doesn’t your star look buried? // Holding my hands against your thigh // Who will carry?☆Pompeii // Bastille
I was left to my own devices // Many days fell away with nothing to show // And the walls kept tumbling down // In the city that we love //Grey clouds roll over the hills // Bringing darkness from above // But if you close your eyes, // Does it almost feel like // Nothing changed at all? // You’ve been here before? // How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
☆Tick Of The Clock (movie edit) // Chromatics
(instrumental)
Oh, man. This mix and the Lydia one I rebloged the other day are SO GOOD.
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