That was the summer of 1963 - when everybody called me Stiles, and it didn’t occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn’t wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I’d never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellerman’s.
The S3 of Teen Wolf that plays in my head. I’m guessing it’s going to be violently jossed.
#i want a fic where stiles and derek meet at a bar and derek tries to flirt with stiles #and he’s so bad at it #and stiles laughs at him but not like making fun of him #but like you have no idea what you’re doing and it’s so cute laughs #and he puts his palm on derek’s tigh #and runs it up to his crotch #leans in and whispers come with me #and they go to the men’s room #and stiles gives derek a blowjob #etc #i want something like that (via youneedmetosurvive)
i like to think that stiles and derek would pass out on the couch together after a rough day.
pencil and computer paper + photoshop cs3 for colors. i like how this turned out; i think i’ll draw some more using this process.
He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.
“I think you are,” Derek says grudgingly.
“What?” Stiles stops trying to decide if he likes his ears and looks at him.
“My - ” Derek stops and pulls a face. “I think we’re together.” He shakes his head, as if whatever he’s feeling is hard to explain. “You feel almost familiar, everything else - the idea of anyone else coming close to me is - it makes me want to break something. You, you’re non-threatening, you’re like a vibration under the skin, all tones of motion and enthusiasm, and you’re - good.” The frown slips away, as if he’d found the word he was struggling for.
Good? Stiles supposes he can live with that.
“So does that mean you - do you find me attractive?” He can’t believe he actually asked that, once it’s out. But he does genuinely want to know. He’s trying to piece together what the hell is going on, and if they’re together then Derek must at least find him a little attractive, right? Also, it’ll be a huge ego boost if the answer’s yes.
Derek throws him a pointed look.
“I did, before I knew you were underage.”
Complement with maps as power and propaganda, 100 diagrams that changed the world, and some intentionally distorted maps that make political points.
It’s pretty amazing to find out that the way you’ve been viewing the world your whole life is not at all how that world actually looks. Must-watch.
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Sterek AU | Stiles was hurt during a run in with another pack and Derek naturally can’t stop blaming himself.
“Go to sleep, Derek.”
“I’m serious, i can feel you doing your creepy watching-me-while-i-sleep shit.” Derek sighs. Stiles can feel him fidgeting next to him. ”Derek…”
“You’re not sleeping either.”
“I would, except my boyfriend won’t stop thinking so loudly.”
“Not for that.”
“I know. Now shut up and let me sleep.”