helenish:


tomato-greens:

helenish:

marguerite26:

encryptxd:

AND THIS

#someone give me a spoiled rich boy!stiles AU (~blacktofade)

Derek worked for everything he ever got, fourth kid down of seven kids, wore Wranglers from Goodwill that weren’t even cool when they were new and his Dad’s hand me down sweaters with patched elbows and his feet were always growing out of his sneakers for a month or two before they scraped together the money for a new pair and there was always enough for food, they were never hungry, but they ate a lot of meatloaf and bean soup and homemade applesauce from when someone his mom knew would give them a bushel of apples every once in a while, and ice cream on special occasions when it was on sale at the grocery and Derek hates rich kids, fucking hates Stiles on sight, sprawled out next to the pool barefoot, reading a brand new textbook that Derek knows for a fact cost $243.50, because he’s been going to the library after he finishes his workstudy shift to get the reading done with the reserve copy which some asshole already highlighted everywhere. 
But he needs the money, and the money’s good, because Stiles’ Daddy wants someone to babysit his kid when he’s on campus, thinks it’s useful that Derek’s in a few of Stiles’ classes and said he’d clear it for Derek to be there for the others, like it was nothing, even though Derek’s petition to audit one of them had been turned down flat with no explanation. He’s someone important enough that he’s concerned about Stiles’ security, and the money is good because Stiles has run off every single other body guard he ever hired. 
Stiles lifts his head and looks at him coolly, and then turns back to the book, no recognition in eyes at all, even though they’re in a couple classes together. Later, Stiles makes Derek sneak out to the marina and go with him when he takes the boat out, under the moonlit sky. 
"Wouldn’t want me to fall in, right?" Stiles says. "You’d lose your meal ticket."
Derek frowns and says nothing, watching Stiles’ confident hands on the wheel, his hundred thousand dollar watch. What a fucking asshole, he thinks.
The boat is named The Claudia Jean.

BUT WAIT: can we talk about the Sheriff in this situation? (Let’s agree that he’s called the Sheriff because it was the breakout role that led to his stardom and fortune, or, oh, oh, wait, maybe his nickname is the ‘Sheriff of the U.S.’ due to his big-town politics and his small-town charm.)
The Sheriff never meant for Stiles to grow up the way he did––isolated, too smart, all rough edges and gaunt, growth-pained cheekbones––but he’d been a wreck after Claudia died, ruthless, dangerous, not a good person for a kid to be around. He’d only looked away long enough to get control of the drinking and to secure his candidacy, but when he’d looked back, Stiles had suddenly shot up six inches and grown out his hair, developed a smirk cruel enough to cut. 
"Don’t worry about me, Dad," he’d say, "I’m just growing up," and it was true, their baby, Claudia’s baby, was all grown up, and the Sheriff didn’t know how to tell him no anymore, how to smack the cigarette out of his hand or shake Stiles back into himself. The Sheriff has made a career out of his competence, but in the face of Stiles’s studied apathy, how poisonous and deep his self-hatred runs, he finds himself fumbling and hamstrung. 
When Derek shows up in four of Stiles’s classes, the Sheriff recognizes the name; it’s not exactly unusual, but it only takes a little digging to figure out he’s Talia’s son, one of the Hale brood from the town back in California where the Sherriff’s grassroots career had started. Derek Hale is hungry for more than he’s got, and what’s more, he’s a good kid who’s kept his nose clean, a responsible older sibling. He probably won’t be able to reach Stiles––god knows what can, now that the Sheriff’s lost him for good––but he’ll keep him out of trouble.

ooooh, yes, this made me think of SOME MORE THINGS about it, like that Stiles’ mom was sick for a long, long time, and between flying her around the world to specialists and sanitariums and campaign stuff Stiles ended up spending most of his time with a series of extremely well-paid tutors and nannies, except they didn’t call them that, because Stiles was ten and definitely too old to have a nanny. Stiles got to spend time with his mom, precious weeks when she was doing better and he could eat dinner in her room or even go for a walk with her, but most of the time she was too weak or in too much pain or not even there, with Stiles’ father in Geneva or Cape Town or Seoul, consulting another specialist, and Stiles was in the big house at home, eating grilled cheese sandwiches the chef made for him. Everyone felt sorry for Stiles, and they spoiled him a little—it wasn’t malicious, but his mother was dying, what did it matter that he owned too many video games, that he went to too many movies, that no one ever made him eat vegetables. He worked hard on his homework, he always said please and thank you, he realized when he was twelve that almost everyone he knew was paid to spend time with him, paid to be kind.
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tomato-greens:

helenish:

marguerite26:

encryptxd:

AND THIS

(~blacktofade)

Derek worked for everything he ever got, fourth kid down of seven kids, wore Wranglers from Goodwill that weren’t even cool when they were new and his Dad’s hand me down sweaters with patched elbows and his feet were always growing out of his sneakers for a month or two before they scraped together the money for a new pair and there was always enough for food, they were never hungry, but they ate a lot of meatloaf and bean soup and homemade applesauce from when someone his mom knew would give them a bushel of apples every once in a while, and ice cream on special occasions when it was on sale at the grocery and Derek hates rich kids, fucking hates Stiles on sight, sprawled out next to the pool barefoot, reading a brand new textbook that Derek knows for a fact cost $243.50, because he’s been going to the library after he finishes his workstudy shift to get the reading done with the reserve copy which some asshole already highlighted everywhere.

But he needs the money, and the money’s good, because Stiles’ Daddy wants someone to babysit his kid when he’s on campus, thinks it’s useful that Derek’s in a few of Stiles’ classes and said he’d clear it for Derek to be there for the others, like it was nothing, even though Derek’s petition to audit one of them had been turned down flat with no explanation. He’s someone important enough that he’s concerned about Stiles’ security, and the money is good because Stiles has run off every single other body guard he ever hired. 

Stiles lifts his head and looks at him coolly, and then turns back to the book, no recognition in eyes at all, even though they’re in a couple classes together. Later, Stiles makes Derek sneak out to the marina and go with him when he takes the boat out, under the moonlit sky. 

"Wouldn’t want me to fall in, right?" Stiles says. "You’d lose your meal ticket."

Derek frowns and says nothing, watching Stiles’ confident hands on the wheel, his hundred thousand dollar watch. What a fucking asshole, he thinks.

The boat is named The Claudia Jean.

BUT WAIT: can we talk about the Sheriff in this situation? (Let’s agree that he’s called the Sheriff because it was the breakout role that led to his stardom and fortune, or, oh, oh, wait, maybe his nickname is the ‘Sheriff of the U.S.’ due to his big-town politics and his small-town charm.)

The Sheriff never meant for Stiles to grow up the way he did––isolated, too smart, all rough edges and gaunt, growth-pained cheekbones––but he’d been a wreck after Claudia died, ruthless, dangerous, not a good person for a kid to be around. He’d only looked away long enough to get control of the drinking and to secure his candidacy, but when he’d looked back, Stiles had suddenly shot up six inches and grown out his hair, developed a smirk cruel enough to cut. 

"Don’t worry about me, Dad," he’d say, "I’m just growing up," and it was true, their baby, Claudia’s baby, was all grown up, and the Sheriff didn’t know how to tell him no anymore, how to smack the cigarette out of his hand or shake Stiles back into himself. The Sheriff has made a career out of his competence, but in the face of Stiles’s studied apathy, how poisonous and deep his self-hatred runs, he finds himself fumbling and hamstrung. 

When Derek shows up in four of Stiles’s classes, the Sheriff recognizes the name; it’s not exactly unusual, but it only takes a little digging to figure out he’s Talia’s son, one of the Hale brood from the town back in California where the Sherriff’s grassroots career had started. Derek Hale is hungry for more than he’s got, and what’s more, he’s a good kid who’s kept his nose clean, a responsible older sibling. He probably won’t be able to reach Stiles––god knows what can, now that the Sheriff’s lost him for good––but he’ll keep him out of trouble.

ooooh, yes, this made me think of SOME MORE THINGS about it, like that Stiles’ mom was sick for a long, long time, and between flying her around the world to specialists and sanitariums and campaign stuff Stiles ended up spending most of his time with a series of extremely well-paid tutors and nannies, except they didn’t call them that, because Stiles was ten and definitely too old to have a nanny. Stiles got to spend time with his mom, precious weeks when she was doing better and he could eat dinner in her room or even go for a walk with her, but most of the time she was too weak or in too much pain or not even there, with Stiles’ father in Geneva or Cape Town or Seoul, consulting another specialist, and Stiles was in the big house at home, eating grilled cheese sandwiches the chef made for him. Everyone felt sorry for Stiles, and they spoiled him a little—it wasn’t malicious, but his mother was dying, what did it matter that he owned too many video games, that he went to too many movies, that no one ever made him eat vegetables. He worked hard on his homework, he always said please and thank you, he realized when he was twelve that almost everyone he knew was paid to spend time with him, paid to be kind.

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#sterek #why am i crying #this was beautiful


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#Eric Northman #Ginger
sarahbadarah:

 BEST PART OF THE ENTIRE SHOW 

sarahbadarah:

 BEST PART OF THE ENTIRE SHOW 



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#Eric Northman

GET TO KNOW ME MEME: [2/? Fav Female Characters]→Pam Swynford De Beaufort 



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#Pam de Beaufort

Alex has said he cried like a baby when it was over. True?
He was. [She starts to cry.] I had told him, “I’m not gonna be able to deal with it.” I started crying weeks before. I said, “Look, when we have our last day, we have to just act like we’re gonna see each other tomorrow. Let’s just go, ‘See you tomorrow!’ and walk away because I’ll be a mess, and I can’t deal with it.” He knows I’m an emotional person. I said, “Literally, you’re gonna have to help me out and pretend.” In that Stock Exchange scene, we had to look at each other and be laughing and happy. I kept thinking, “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.” They said, “That’s it!” and he hugged me. And then I felt that he was crying. And I was like, “Oh no! Oh no! I’m in trouble! I’m in trouble!” So then I just, of course, was a mess. And I finally just said, “See you tomorrow! See you tomorrow!” and ran to my car…I couldn’t believe that he cried. He’s a stoic Swede normally.
Part of me wondered whether they’re pretending to be a couple in public now, for the sake of New Blood sales, when we saw that kiss on the hand.
That was just a sweet little thing that happened.
http://insidetv.ew.com/2014/08/25/true-blood-series-finale-pam-eric/

Alex has said he cried like a baby when it was over. True?

He was. [She starts to cry.] I had told him, “I’m not gonna be able to deal with it.” I started crying weeks before. I said, “Look, when we have our last day, we have to just act like we’re gonna see each other tomorrow. Let’s just go, ‘See you tomorrow!’ and walk away because I’ll be a mess, and I can’t deal with it.” He knows I’m an emotional person. I said, “Literally, you’re gonna have to help me out and pretend.” In that Stock Exchange scene, we had to look at each other and be laughing and happy. I kept thinking, “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.” They said, “That’s it!” and he hugged me. And then I felt that he was crying. And I was like, “Oh no! Oh no! I’m in trouble! I’m in trouble!” So then I just, of course, was a mess. And I finally just said, “See you tomorrow! See you tomorrow!” and ran to my car…I couldn’t believe that he cried. He’s a stoic Swede normally.

Part of me wondered whether they’re pretending to be a couple in public now, for the sake of New Blood sales, when we saw that kiss on the hand.

That was just a sweet little thing that happened.

http://insidetv.ew.com/2014/08/25/true-blood-series-finale-pam-eric/



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#true blood #Kristin Bauer van Staren #Alexander Skarsgard

imsirius:

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#Daniel Radcliffe

geeky-sova:

Something I had on my mind forever and I finally did did it for Tyler’s birthday… the idea came partially from Eskarine ♥ Tyler got it and signed it thanks my wonderful and amazingly generous friends Mako and Ine.

I have no words.. I am so incredibly touched and completely overwhelmed… I don’t know what to say except for HUGE THANK YOU ♥♥♥ I don’t deserve this ;_____;



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#Derek Hale

spider999now:

Sterek with some Morning Coffee >u<



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#sterek


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#Scott McCall

unorthodoxchronicles:

quickjesse:

one of the most adorable moments in the series

Beast boy and cyborg drop everything to make sure that Starfire is comfortable telling jokes. They don’t care that they missed the context, laugh along to make her comfortable, then proceed to make asses of themselves JUST so she can have a good laugh too and feel like she BELONGS.

And that is one of many examples of why the original teen titans series was seriously well fucking written as it showed a very HUMAN kind of emotion, feeling like you don’t fit in and watching a joke go wrong and people not finding you funny, then getting to laugh because the people you chose to open up to were caring enough to make fucking sure you felt like you belonged just for a bit.



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#teen titans


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#arrow girls


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#elementary
howllett asked you:
omg i need a fic where stiles actually dies, like scott is in the hospital after whatever happened and he watches them roll stiles away the ER terrified he will never see him again, and while he is waiting he can hear stiles' heart stop and just loses his shit in front of the pack who are also there and terrified, and stiles is dead for minutes at least but then they manage to bring him back and as soon as scott can see him he just gets in the bed and won't let go of him (basically emotions)

bleep0bleep:

The heartbeat that Scott knows so well, that he’s become accustomed to hearing all the time, like a known fact of his life, is slowing to a halt. 

It stops.

Scott can hear the the rest of the pack crowded in the hospital room, the scents of grief and shock strong in the air. Scott holds on to Stiles’ hand, the black trails on his own arm disappearing to nothing. He’s not drawing any more pain because Stiles… isn’t… isn’t…

"No," Scott says, refusing to believe it. There are people talking around him, but it’s like he’s underwater; everything seems so far away. He catches a few whispers around him—

we’re going to have to move him to the morgue in a few hours—

just let him grieve, I’ll make the excuses—

Scott notices everyone has left the room and he’s alone— no, not yet, Scott thinks miserably. Stiles is still here with him; he’s still warm, he’s not— he can’t be gone—

Scott crawls into the hospital bed next to him, pressing his forehead to Stiles’, holding on, refusing to let go. He takes his hand again, curling his fingers around Stiles’ palm, concentrating on taking the pain, even if it’s pointless, if he can’t hear Stiles’ heartbeat anymore…he doesn’t care, he wants to just do something. 

Scott falls asleep and doesn’t notice the slight trails of black flickering up his arms again. 

Scott wakes up to  a raspy voice that should be impossible. “Hey, Scotty.”

Stiles is looking at him, face worn and tired but he’s alive and okay and Scott doesn’t even know what to say, he’s just wraps his arms around Stiles and holds on to him tight, trembling at the warm reality that is Stiles. Scott doesn’t want to let go, too afraid to find out that this is a dream—

"I missed you too, okay— you’re kind of squishing me here, can’t breathe—"

Scott relaxes a little, and Stiles smiles fondly at him. “I love you,” he says, simple and easy, like it should be— but—

They’ve said it before, and they’ve always known, but today it carries a certain weight. Scott doesn’t want to think about the possible consequences, of what might have happened, what almost happened, just wants to change the heaviness of the moment.

"I know," Scott says. He waits a beat, and then Stiles’ jaw drops.

"You did not— did not just Han Solo me," Stiles says. 

"I don’t know what that means," Scott replies, feigning ignorance, but Stiles sees right through him.

"You watched Star Wars. Oh my God, this is the best day of my life," Stiles says.

"Yeah," Scott says, squeezing his hand, glad that Stiles is okay. "Mine too." 



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#sciles #rivers of tears

silly-grl:

valor and faith (x)

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#Peggy Carter #Steve Rogers
#felicity smoak going undercover at a mob casino #jumping off a plane #attacking a masked man to protect oliver #offering to be bait for the dollmaker because ultimately it’s her life and her choice #pushing sara out of the way so she wouldn’t get shot #running over isabel to save diggle #being the only one to confront nyssa al ghul and the league of assassins head on when they entered the arrow cave #and finally injecting slade with the cure to the mirakuru. #FELICITY SMOAK IS BRAVE.


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#Felicity Smoak