ain't that a kick in the head

ironfries:

happyholidays.png

:D

tony you’re not doing it right, where is your itchy sweater?

monkeyscandance:

Team Free Wolf decided that they’d keep with the Halloween tradition of matching costumes that Stiles and Scott kept to all these years. 

Happy Halloween!

jaramo:

detectivedeathmachine:

fat-birds:

tree swallows by Brett NJ on Flickr.

OH MY GOD

Like a stampede of cuteness.

herringbones:

class assignment to create an image advertising an event (real or fictional) 

scientificillustration:

Mola mola - the Ocean sunfish by BioDivLibrary on Flickr.

Dictionnaire des sciences naturelles,.
Strasbourg,||Paris,F. G. Levrault;||Le Normant,1816-30..
biodiversitylibrary.org/page/24394284

gangnamstiles:

nininghasfeelings:

AU: Stiles is the pack’s resident magic hipster user and he draws his power from the runes and symbols tattooed on his body.

He’s been called a number of things. He’s scared off countless prospective dates, been approached about where somebody could buy some pot. (If he gains nothing else from this that is his life, his first year at college has been a social behavior study for the ages.)

It had started his senior year of high school, and he was able to keep most of the tattoos out of sight of both his father and the general population. Certain ones, he couldn’t hide. Certain ones had to be in certain places for them to even work properly. And if they weren’t — Stiles likes to not think about the time he put the Nordic rune for protection on his hip — bad things could happen.

It was a while before the marks became permanent. He could get away with using them temporarily and only in certain situations — accuracy on his wrist before hurling a molotov cocktail at a rabid alpha; the rune for sight on the back of his neck while running through the woods, both toward and away from danger; the symbol for strength on the backs of his calves at his first lacrosse game as captain of the team. And they’d go away after he’d exhausted their potency. 

The first one that stayed was a rune of healing. 

It was on the left side of his chest, now the color of a burn scar that would never fade. Derek still goes rigid when Stiles’ shirt is off. Even if there are hundreds of other marks across his skin now, not a single one of them is the same color as the healing rune. Not a single one of them is still in effect. Not a single one of them was Derek’s fault.

Stiles doesn’t blame Derek. Because as far as he can see, the fact that Stiles has the power to make the rune and to heal himself means that there really is no blame to be placed. 

But Derek blames Derek. Mostly because Derek likes to blame himself for literally everything that goes wrong, because he can’t seem to grasp the fact that he doesn’t always fuck things up. 

So when Stiles climbs into his Jeep for the last time freshman year, he notices the dirty looks he gets. He returns them from behind his aviators (they’re a pack rite of passage, just like leather jackets), only because the people can’t see. 

They don’t get that these marks on his skin, these tattoos, aren’t a symbol of rebellion or going against the man. They’re symbols that have stories far older than the skin they call home. They’re symbols that on more than one occasion, have come between the pack and certain death. 

hungrylikethewolfie:

umbralillium:

hungrylikethewolfie:

Oh dear god help.

All I can see is Derek sitting in the Stilinski kitchen, studying for his [IDEK WHAT IS A GOOD JOB FOR A BROODY ALPHA WEREWOLF] certification exam.  He got into a scrap with another alpha a few days ago—that’s why his hand is in a cast, an injury done by an alpha heals at something closer to a normal pace—but he’s not going to let that throw him off, the test is in less than a week, and he’s cramming every time he gets the chance.

It was pouring down rain earlier when he ran out to grab the paper, and even though he toweled off he’s still a little damp.  Totally worth it, though, for the pleased surprise on Mr. Stilinski’s face when he came downstairs and realized he wasn’t going to have to go out in the storm himself.  He’s still wary of Derek, and Derek’s relationship with Stiles, and he might’ve agreed to let them share the same room while they’re here for Thanksgiving but that doesn’t mean that he has to like it.  And Derek knows it, and is absolutely not above sucking up in any little way he can manage, because he might be the alpha but Stiles’s dad still outranks him and he knows it.

When Stiles comes tromping bleary-eyed down the stairs, following the scene of brewing coffee, it’s to find his boyfriend sitting at the table like this, muttering under his breath as he drills in the information; and his dad is pouring the coffee and saying that he’s going to make eggs, and afterwards if Derek wants he’ll quiz him on the chapter; and a tension in Stiles’s chest that he hadn’t even realized was there suddenly loosens, because this is home, and this is family, and this is his.

Seriously, though, wolfie. I would write this, if I could figure out what Derek would be get his certification for. EMT? Computer technology? (oh the irony!)

YES YES YES WRITE IT DO IT YESSSSSSS.  Hmmm.  I feel like it would need to be something where he could choose his own hours, in case Important Last-Minute Pack Business came up.  I still feel like maybe contracting?  That seems like something that would fit him well enough, and also would give an excellent excuse for a Hale House Remodel. xD

brumous:

“Isaac, dude, can you lay off the high notes?”

Inspired by crookedwinding’s AU premise in which Scott and Isaac go on a cross-country road trip. :)

thestarkone:

“So,Rogers? Is it still a big ugly building in New York?”

“Oh, yes…but now it’s the place we can call home.”

(Source: c0oma)

daunt:

I don’t want to feel like this

sharkieboo:

Richard Grayson 8)