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shakespearee:

Benedict Cumberbatch’s ALS Ice Bucket Challenge(s) [x]

(via mancandykings)

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morganlindsay97:

thisbecjc:

The adorable moment when that’s his real life boyfriend.

OMFG I DID NOT KNOW THAT!! HOLY CRAP 

That’s so cute

(Source: bigbangtheory-gifs, via derekhalesass)

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Sterek Long Distance AU (part one | part two).

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"Did you mean it?"

It’s the first thing that leaves Stiles’ mouth, once the tiny pixels of Derek’s screen make up his face. Cheeks all flushed and splotchy, the soft pink of his tongue darting out to lick his lips in that tell-tale nervous habit of Stiles.

"Mean what?" Derek replies, elbows bracing on his knees as he leans forward in his chair. His laptop is sitting on the smooth bedsheets of his mattress, a healthy distance away from his hands that keep curling into themselves because reaching out to touch is not an option. Instead he watches Stiles’ mouth screw in discontent at the way Derek’s eyes regard him teasingly. Like this is a game, just their normal banter.

But then Stiles’ brows furrow tight and his mouth sets in a pinched line, small grooves digging in at the corners.

"No," he says sharply, "you don’t get to do that." and Derek’s face takes on a stuttered loss of confusion. "You don’t get to make light of this, Derek, not when I do you even know what that message did to me? When you said that no, you don’t get to act like this is a joke.” his voice falters, cracks a little, for a moment letting all of that seventeen-year old vulnerability spill forth, all soft and breakable and so so young.

"Okay," Derek whispers, and it’s meant to come out stronger but god he can barely breathe, chest all tight and squeezing painfully around his ribs.

Stiles gives a slow nod, pupils blown wide. Runs his tongue along his bottom lip again, watches Derek’s mouth when Derek catches the movement with his eyes.

"So if I ask" he says and Derek says "Yes," and then "Just

"Will you come to prom with me?"

It’s said so softly, like Stiles is holding his breath too, but it sounds so loud in the still-quiet of Derek’s apartment, shatters through the staccato echo of his own breathing.

Yes,” and god it sounds like seven months of waiting and alone and relief in just that single word.

There’s a moment, where Stiles’ face doesn’t seem to register having heard Derek’s reply at all. He’s all crouched into the screen, breathing open and heavy.

"Wow," he breathes out, soft and reverent, like it’s the best thing that Stiles has ever been told. He laughs, a surprised burst from his mouth and he tries to smother it with his hand, long fingers tugging at the delicate skin of his face and distorting his features when he lets his hand drag away. "Wow," he says again, all teeth and stupid wide grin that makes Derek smile back, lips pulling back so hard it hurts.

"So you’re coming back, yeah?" Stiles says, "Just for prom, I know, but oh my god, Derek, you’re coming back.”

Derek nods, can’t seem to get that grin off of his own face, and he can’t seem to say anything in return. Because he’s afraid that if he does it might be something stupid like I miss you or god i’ve been going insane without you or what he’s been wanting to say since that last call, something utterly inane and perfect like I love you.

And Stiles’ chin jolts forward with another startled laugh, his shoulders shaking with the mirth tumbling from his bright bright eyes. He tilts his head almost fondly as he looks at Derek.

"I love you too, you ridiculous idiot. And don’t even think of booking a hotel because you’re staying in our guest room, or at least that’s where we’ll let Dad think you’re staying. I’m going to spend every minute of your time here all over you.”

(Derek purchases a plane ticket that evening.

It’s one way.)

(via derekhalesass)

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blacktofade:

For my darling Grimm. I hope you enjoy! If you squint, this could be related to the mpreg fic I’m working on…you’ll know it when you see it.
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In all honesty, Stiles tries his hardest to make things go right for one night. It’s just that everything that can go wrong does go wrong. The fact that the Jeep breaks down isn’t a surprise in the slightest — Stiles knows she’s on her last legs — but he’s literally two streets down from his destination and it really freaking sucks.
 
On top of everything else, he’s in one of Beacon Hill’s infamous reception black holes, which means he can’t make calls, and the true icing on the shit-cake is that it’s been raining for two days straight and still hasn’t let up, which means he’s going to have a long, wet walk.
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blacktofade:

For my darling Grimm. I hope you enjoy! If you squint, this could be related to the mpreg fic I’m working on…you’ll know it when you see it.

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In all honesty, Stiles tries his hardest to make things go right for one night. It’s just that everything that can go wrong does go wrong. The fact that the Jeep breaks down isn’t a surprise in the slightest — Stiles knows she’s on her last legs — but he’s literally two streets down from his destination and it really freaking sucks.

 

On top of everything else, he’s in one of Beacon Hill’s infamous reception black holes, which means he can’t make calls, and the true icing on the shit-cake is that it’s been raining for two days straight and still hasn’t let up, which means he’s going to have a long, wet walk.

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verysharpteeth:

jenngeek:

doktorfylthe:

Characterization done right.

Steve Rogers in a single gif.

We joke about Steve’s patriotism as his strong suit, but his actual strength was his sense of moral right. His whole philosophy is summed up in the line “I don’t like bullies” in the first movie. Steve loves his country. He loves it enough to be at the front of the line trying to fix what he sees as moral wrong in it.

verysharpteeth:

jenngeek:

doktorfylthe:

Characterization done right.

Steve Rogers in a single gif.

We joke about Steve’s patriotism as his strong suit, but his actual strength was his sense of moral right. His whole philosophy is summed up in the line “I don’t like bullies” in the first movie. Steve loves his country. He loves it enough to be at the front of the line trying to fix what he sees as moral wrong in it.

(Source: 30secondstocalifornia, via waiting-for-a-raggedy-man)

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This is Clara, not my assistant, she’s, er, some other word.

(Source: timelordgifs, via waiting-for-a-raggedy-man)

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catastrophic-fallen-angel:

flustered-fallen-angel:

wheresurmoose:

The fucking sass… I swear… 

Mark Sheppard is actually Crowley

That’s why it’s so easy for him to play the role. He IS him.

(via waiting-for-a-raggedy-man)

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i-learned-it-from-the-pizzaman:

another chris evans appreciation post :P

(Source: phd-in-awesome, via phd-in-awesome)

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