l;vkndsaioprewqrewnvxz. RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU’VE EVER BEEN PERSONALLY VICTIMISED BY BATTY
THATS HOW I ROLL
*flies into the sun*
NO WORRIES BB, YOU DA BEST <3 (LINKED BECAUSE I FEEL BACK MAKING PEOPLE GO SCROLL SCROLL SCROLL)
ALSO DEREK IS TOTALLY MR DARCY HERE BECAUSE HOW COULD I NOT
“I—” Stiles says, and then stutters to a halt. “I suppose - ” He didn’t have an easy answer. A year ago it would have been simple and obvious: there would have been dances and walks through the garden, carefully chaperoned outings, thoughtful and well-timed gifts, flowers and waltzes wielded as declarations of intent; Derek and Stiles would have been talked about by society’s biddies, their pedigrees examined; other prospects would have been weighed and measured, used as bargaining chips when their parents sat down to write the marriage contract. It was a language Stiles had grown up hearing, waiting for his own turn to speak it, and then - then everything had become new, foreign and confusing. How could he marry now, he had thought, with nothing to offer but a worn name and more than a hint of scandal? It had never occurred to him that Derek would have wanted him - wanted him for more than a notch in his bedpost, for more than boasting to his friends. Even now, now that Stiles knows Derek wouldn’t do something like that, his first instinct was to believe Derek was marrying Isaac.
“You could have said something,” Stiles finally says, weakly. It’s so much less than he means to say - and Stiles doesn’t usually have that problem - but it’s the only words that creep out.
There’s a moment where Derek stares at him. Stiles watches the muscles work in Derek’s jaw - the teeth he’s grinding, rethinking every positive thought he’s ever had about Stiles, ever; regretting telling Stiles he had feelings for him, probably - and the rise and fall of his chest, short and angry.
“I love you,” Derek says finally, “I love you most ardently,” voice as raspy as Stiles has ever heard. Like a man tormented, or perhaps newly freed. “I love the way you speak. I love you for the way you love Jules, when you had no call to. I love your hands, and your mouth, and the way you… the way you smell,” he continues, low, shamefully. “I love being near you, and I can’t - I wouldn’t - I wouldn’t know what else to say,” like he hasn’t begun to compose a love letter for Stiles at a quarter to midnight in a dusty library.
BABE, YOU GAVE ME DARCY-DEREK, THIS IS WHY YOU ARE FOREVER MY FAVORITE <3333
“Oh,” is all Stiles can say, his heart too full of emotion and his skin flushed, overly hot and strained under Derek’s gaze. He hadn’t- for all that he had just goaded the man, pushing him to express his intentions, Stiles-
Stiles hadn’t expected that.
There is silence for a moment, a mere second or two of Stiles staring unblinkingly at his hands, when he hears the floorboards creak softly. Shoes, expensive and freshly polished, come into his vision, and Stiles can’t help but note the difference between his own worn and scruffy pair and Derek’s.
Tentatively, Derek reaches, his large and tan hands seeking Stiles’ own hand. Without looking at him, Stiles can already see the furrowed brows of frustration, Derek’s locked jaw and thinned lips hinting at his stubbornness, his hands-
His hands shake, slightly, as they grab hold of Stiles’. He licks his lips as he feels fingers curl under his palm, Derek’s other hand stiff on top of his- except for his thumb, which caresses the side of wrist almost absently.
Stiles glances up and almost smiles at Derek’s expression- just as he’d imagined it, but better, for the older man’s eyes are locked on their joined hands and the hesitant hope that Stiles sees is undeniable.
“I am not,” Derek pauses, his shoulders raising in a tell-tale sign of struggle. He is grasping at words, Stiles can see, and after a moment he finally settles on- “practiced in these things. Say the word, and I will never bother you again.” And at that, Stiles cannot look away, for the picture of defeat does not fit Derek at all. “But if you allow me the honor of-“
Phillip Phillips - Gone, Gone, Gone
Chris Evans laughing with Anthony Mackie while filming Captain America: The Winter Soldier in D.C.
*TACKLEHUGGLES YO* HI I MISSSED YOU
I FEEL THE LOVE, BABE <3333
166th Song of the Day: fun.’s “The Gambler”
These kind of all-nighters must be really vexing for people who are not Jane Foster
I love these two. YAY LADY FRIENDSHIPS! 8)
EDIT: used the same gif, THIS CANNOT HAPPEN
HI AMAZING PERSON, HOW ARE YOU? :D
Tony/Steve: late in the morning:-)
Summary: Modern AU: Gendry is a cop, Ned Stark his boss. Sansa is engaged to a politician’s son, and Arya is Arya. Follows the book story-line. Gendry finds himself arresting a feisty girl later to discover it’s his boss’ daughter.
Why are LGBT movies always heartbreaking dramas?
I want an LGBT action movie.
Die Hard with A Dick In Your Mouth or something.
WHERE IS MY CORNY ROMANTIC COMEDY THO?
I’m talking seriously corny, though, like Bridget Jones’ Diary levels! Not some serious, soul-searching film where everyone ends up alone/dead!
I just want a cute, quirky, likable guy to hate the gorgeous fellow he’ll inevitably end up with, you know?
Add in the fun friends and hilarious hijinks AND NO PAIN WHATSOEVER
I just want fluff
all the fluff
WHERE ARE THOSE FILMS?????