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sterek being reunited after surviving the zombie apocalypse unknowing if the other was alive or dead AU. my soul needs this

felicitysmock:

3rd April, 2013 2015 we had sex in a broken down car wash. can check off steamy hand prints on a window from the bucket list. FUCK YEAH.

Stiles kept a log of everything. The camp stopped counting days, calendars were useless, phones had no signal, time was measured purely in trips in and out of the gate. Footfall, heads at tables, mouths being fed, those were what mattered to the Sheriff, to everyone in charge. It didn’t make a difference if it was a Tuesday or a Thursday. 

But, Stiles needed something to commemorate the day, to have it written down, and Derek found a journal on one of their scouting trips, brought it back and tossed it on the bed. 

"To stop you scraping damn notches on the bed post," he’d remarked. 

Stiles had laughed, smirked at him even as his eyes were fond and filled with gratitude, “Everyone else thinks they’re for something else.”

"They must think we have a great deal of stamina," Derek had replied, dropping down on the lumpy mattress. 

Stiles had hummed, run dirty but gentle fingers through Derek’s hair, “Or, that we’re desperate and frantic at the end of the world.”

"Is that why you kissed me last year, then?"

"Nope, I would have done that eventually; I’ve always been desperate about you, obviously."

"Obviously," Derek had repeated drily, buried his face in Stiles’ thigh, listened to him write something on the first page, his heartbeat fill the room. 

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stileslovesderek:

Past The Breakersthepsychicclam

As far as summer jobs go, it could be a lot worse. Danny had been working at the Seawolf Beach Resort every summer since he was 15, mainly because Jackson and Lydia were members. And when Scott and Stiles had overheard Danny talking about his job at the end of last semester, they had pestered him until he got them jobs, too.
Scott wasn’t so sure about spending an entire summer with Danny, Jackson, and Lydia, but Stiles told him to focus on the entire summer at the beach part and not the other part.
But it wasn’t like it’d been in high school. Three years of playing college lacrosse together had made them friends with Danny and tolerable to Jackson, while Lydia and Stiles’ mutual love for science and research had formed a strange bond between the two. But Scott needn’t have worried anyway.
They’d barely seen them over the last few weeks. Lydia and Jackson didn’t work, so they did whatever they wanted, Scott worked activities, Stiles waited tables and worked private parties, and Danny was a lifeguard.
With Derek Hale and his grumpy face and perfect body. The lunch rush keeps Stiles busy, but the midday lull has him leaning against the railing on the deck overlooking the surf. The view is spectacular. The restaurant is connected to the resort, so it’s right on the beach. The island is small enough that the beaches aren’t overpopulated and cluttered with tourists and people.
All Stiles can see is white sand, blue water, and crashing waves. A few umbrellas and people on beach towels dot the sand, a volleyball net surrounded by a group of teens is farther down the beach, along with the pier in the distance.
But best of all, from this vantage point Stiles can openly stare at Derek. It’s not like Stiles was the only person at the beach who ogled Derek daily. The man was ripped. And gorgeous. And positively the most annoying person Stiles had ever met.
Derek co-owned the Seawolf Resort with his sister and uncle. But unlike Laura and Peter, Derek had very little to do with the employees, which Stiles was grateful for. The few run-ins he’d had with the man were less than pleasant.
As if on cue, Derek turns in his tall lifeguard chair and glances behind him, right at Stiles. Who is leaning on his elbows, staring. Stiles shoots up and pretends to be wiping down the railing. Which is about the least subtle thing he could have done. Smooth, Stilinski. Real smooth.

factualfeminist:

How sexism works.

factualfeminist:

How sexism works.

sittinginsilence:

Forgotten the taste and smell of a world that she’s left behind…”

worship-the-emenator-because-she:

sluttytobias:

sluttytobias:

what did earth say to the other planets?

wow. you guys have no life.

oh my god

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therandomactorg:

One half of Team #E4Kayakers seems to have made it back safe and sound. 
Want to support their kayak adventure? Check out their Crowdrise page: https://www.crowdrise.com/endure4kindness2014/fundraiser/kayak-touring. No matter who crosses the finish line first, everyone wins!
And good luck to all our #E4K-ers still out there enduring 4 kindness!

therandomactorg:

One half of Team #E4Kayakers seems to have made it back safe and sound. 

Want to support their kayak adventure? Check out their Crowdrise pagehttps://www.crowdrise.com/endure4kindness2014/fundraiser/kayak-touring. No matter who crosses the finish line first, everyone wins!

And good luck to all our #E4K-ers still out there enduring 4 kindness!

mugglebornheadcanon:

895. Muggleborns wonder why there’s a large group of friendly, teenage ghosts around Hogwarts. They’re led by a funny boy with red hair who likes to joke around with Peeves, and he always says that they’re Dumbledore’s Last Army.