This is a hodge-podge collection of shit I reblog. Fandoms galore. Sometimes the tags are entertaining. Sometimes maybe not so much.

Real talk time, I will be flailing over my ships about 99% of the time, so just be prepared for that. You have been warned.



when your otp is in an intense argument and their faces get closer together but then they stop talking 

and they look at the others’ lips

(Source: maxerica)






I just want to take a moment to remind people of other things which are actual canon.

It is actual canon that Derek was able to slam Stiles up against the above door because Derek chose, of all POSSIBLE places, to go to Stiles’ BEDROOM to hide from the cops that were hunting him. It is actual canon that Derek believed Stiles would not give him away to even his own father, the sheriff- and actual canon that Stiles did not, despite that it might have been easier if he had.

It is actual canon that Stiles spends literal hours protecting Derek by driving him around in his precious Jeep despite that he “is starting to smell … like death”

It is actual canon that Stiles was willing to suffer a lifetime of nightmares by sawing off the arm of this guy he just spent hours protecting, to save his life. (Good thing Scott happened to arrive)

It is actual canon that Stiles offered Derek his injured hand to help him to his feet, and that Derek preferentially accepted Stiles’ hand - both of them KNOWING that Stiles couldn’t actually help him up, because he’d hurt his hand punching him. Scott could have actually helped him up, but he took Stiles’ hand.

It is actual canon that Derek turned his back on a deadly enemy at the pool to ensure that Stiles was moving for safety. It is actual canon that Stiles chose not to save his own skin, but to help Derek move, and to dive in after Derek when he fell.

It is actual canon that Stiles literally keeps treading water trying to keep Derek alive until he is so exhausted that he, himself, would have drowned with Derek rather than leave him to save himself. (Good thing Scott happened to arrive)

It is actual canon that when Derek is trying to come up with a word for how the kanima differs from werewolves, Stiles offers that it is an abomination, implying that (for the first time in Derek’s life perhaps) not all humans think werewolves are abominations. There is a look involved with this moment that it is difficult to believe is actual canon.

It is actual canon that Derek puts himself between Stiles and his fresh beta, Isaac, and snarls Isaac into submission to protect Stiles. It is also actual canon the “be impressed by me” look Derek flashes to Stiles after doing so. It is also also canon the impressed look Stiles concedes to him in response.

It is actual canon that Stiles misses his chance to play in his first lacrosse game in order to go helping Derek with his problems.

It is actual canon that Derek crawls across broken glass on his belly, despite there being no injury to his legs and no reason for him to do so, in order to draw Peter away from Stiles.

It is actual canon that when both Stiles and Derek are paralyzed on the floor of the police station and Scott comes to fetch them, Derek insists (loudly, actually) that Scott take Stiles to safety first; even though clearly Scott is already doing that, would have done that anyway.

It is actual canon that Derek goes to protect Stiles’ father from Matt, the kanima, and the hunters after ensuring that Stiles is safely away with Scott.

It is actual canon that no matter how angry Derek gets, no matter how hurt he is, he does not let his wolf side snap at Stiles. He never flashes his eyes red. He never snarls or growls or bares his wolf fangs at Stiles. He is human when he deals with Stiles. Even when he’s pissed. Even when he’s upset. Even when he’s hurt.

And someday, I truly believe, it will be actual canon when they kiss. It will be actual canon that they love one another openly.

It is actual canon that Stiles winked at Derek.

It is actual canon that Derek stared at Stiles for several seconds afterwards.

It is actual canon that Derek wanted Stiles to stay during Scott’s tattoo when the human had literally no shot of holding him down.

It is actual canon that they were standing within reach when Scott woke up.

It is actual canon that Derek looked to Stiles for understanding when Isaac woke up.

It is actual canon that Stiles tried to mediate between Derek and Allison and Lydia.

It is actual canon that Derek trusts Stiles to get the information they need to save Boyd [and Cora].

It is actual canon that Stiles made Derek smirk.

It is actual canon that Derek messed with Stiles (by humoring him and then punching his hand) just for the purpose of messing with Stiles.

It is actual canon that Stiles not only assumed Derek wanted him to help him fight werewolves, but that Stiles was willing to do so.

It is actual canon that Stiles feels comfortable being alone in Derek’s loft with his psychotic uncle.

It is actual canon that when Derek was held at gunpoint, his safe place was Stiles.

It’s actual canon that Stiles was the only one to go comfort Derek after Boyd’s death.

It’s actual canon that Stiles didn’t want Derek to go to the station because he thought Derek could be arrested again and he reaches for him, in order to stop him. He gets a glare from that, but he tries arguying with Derek, so they can have a better plan.

It’s actual canon that Stiles has seen Derek flirt with someone else (and he didn’t seem happy about it at all)

It’s actual canon that Stiles knew about Derek/Kate, but didn’t tell Scott (or anyone) about it.

It’s actual canon that the first time Derek doesn’t want to kill a threat is when it’s the nogitsune possessing Stiles (he wants to kill Peter, Lydia - even when they’re not 100% sure it’s her -, Jackson, Deucalion… But not Stiles)

It’s actual canon that Stiles is the only one to recognize Derek both as an adult and as a teenager.

It’s actual canon that even teenage!Derek trusts Stiles and Scott, even without his memories (and he’s hurt when he figures Stiles is hiding something)

It’s actual canon that Stiles hides stuff just so Derek doesn’t have to go through his family’s death again

It’s actual canon that Stiles is impressed by Derek speaking spanish

It’s actual canon that Derek is the king on Stiles’ board.


Reblog if you’re a Sterek fan and I can add your url to my book.

Sadly I couldn’t find a (good) Sterek book, so I got one with Stiles’ shirt motive he wore when meeting Derek in S1. So I took this and added a little Sterek word collection at the back. Journal can be bought here (x).

If you ship them bromantically you are free to reblog it too. It’s really more of a hell-I-wanna-see-derek-and-stiles-and-their-stupid-chemistry thing.

In short, yes I want all you lovelies together in one place.


prayer circle that derek and stiles are at least in the same room this episode jesus christ


at the same time pls and thank you werewolf jesus

(Source: spookyfass)


Android AU - In the world where technology has no limitations, Derek has one of the most boring jobs. He works in an android factory and every single day is the same. Every day he runs tens of androids through a basic check-up before sending them to be sold. If any of them show any signs of malfunction, he disassembles them and moves to the next one. Simple as that. Or is it? What if an android has a mind of his own? Is being too human a malfunction?

write this write this NOW


(Source: prettiestcaptain)



the hales always have a table of pies at the beacon hills winter craft fair. and every year stiles buys one for his dad. and uses that time to ogle derek hale and sample his jams

and derek marvels at one one man can get that much jam on his…


Sterek AU (part one): Where Stiles and Derek knew each other before the fire, and when Derek returns seven years later Stiles realizes that Derek never really forgot about him quite at all.


Stiles is slouched down in the hospital seat of the waiting room when he first meets Derek, long legs and knobby knees sprawled out in front of him, chin tucked into his neck as his father talks with the doctors in the other room.

He doesn’t even notice Derek come in.

“Hey there.”

The voice is kind, sounds older than Stiles’ own too-young and cracking voice, and Stiles drags his eyes away from the scuffs in his shoes.

The boy is older than Stiles, a teenager with dark hair and pale green eyes and sharp angles in his face. When he smiles it looks easy, fits his mouth like it’s something so often to appear.

Stiles jolts up in his seat, shoves the back of his hand into his sleep-tinged eyes, red and swollen from crying.

The boy chuckles, crouches down in front of Stiles so that they’re at level height. His eyes are more than just green, kind of yellow but not really, maybe a bit blue if Stiles squints.

“I’m Derek,” he says.

Derek has funny ears.

“What’s your name?” he cocks his head to the side, a soft smile lingering on his mouth.

Stiles sniffs through his nose, chews on his mouth. “Stiles,” he replies.

“Nice to meet you, Stiles.”

He offers Stiles a stick of gum. “Want one?”

Derek has big hands, teenager hands, not at all like Stiles’ eight-year-old hands, hands that are always twitching by his sides and touching things that shouldn’t be touched.

“I’m not allowed to have sweets,” Stiles blurts out.

Derek’s mouth tugs in amusement. He says, “I won’t tell, if…”

Stiles snatches the candy from Derek’s hand, twists his neck around with wide eyes to make sure that no one is looking. He stuffs the gum in his mouth and watches as Derek rises to his feet.

“I’ll see you around, maybe?” Derek says, playfully rubs a hand over Stiles’ buzz cut. “My cousin’s in the hospital.” He sounds sad, despite the casual way in which he holds himself.

Stiles doesn’t want to talk about his mom.

“Oh, by the way,” Derek turns by the doorway, hand splayed loosely against the frame as he peers over his shoulder at Stiles. “That’s sugar free gum.”


The Derek that is standing in the woods is nothing like the Derek that Stiles remembers him to be. He’s wearing a leather jacket with sleeves that hang around his fingers; his boots stomp heavily upon the forest floor when he approaches Scott and Stiles.

“This is private property,” he tells them, in a voice that Stiles never remembers coming from those lips. He stares at Derek in some gaping form of horror and shock, as Derek stares back with stony eyes and a mouth set firm.

It’s all Stiles can do to croak out some stuttered apology, rub a hand anxiously over his scalp and duck his face away, heart pounding in his lungs and making his hand shake in his pocket.

Scott stuffs his inhaler into his jacket as Derek’s feet crunch down leaves and branches that snap in the echoing expanse of the quiet forest.

Stiles can’t even watch his retreating form.

“That’s Derek Hale,” he breathes out. And the words spoken aloud makes everything come crashing down around him, the smell of hospital halls and late night homework and Derek’s patient voice guiding him through too-hard mathematical questions, seven times six is forty-two.

The stick of spearmint gum in Stiles’ pocket burns like an imprint against his palm.


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(Source: monroesimon)