quicksilverbells  asked:

Do you have any headcannons for Movie night at the X mansion? :) hugs

Originally posted by the-fault-in-our-netflix

*gif isn’t mine*

Xmen Movie Night:

-Peter is the king of snacks, whatever you want he’s got them

-he even has a long coat with a bunch of pockets so he can hide them all in it

”What do you need? I got Twizzlers, milk duds, red vines, laffy taffy?”

“Peter, can you please close your jacket? It’s freaking me out.”

-The have to make the popcorn at least twice because Scott gets impatient and tries to heat it up with his powers, burning them in the process

-Everyone spends thirty minutes to an hour arguing about what movie to watch

-Kurt is usually rocking back and forth in the corner, singing German lullabies to block out the fighting

-When the movie starts the girls and Peter go and grab a ton of blankets and bundle up into sushi rolls

-Warren hates it when people talk during the movie so whenever someone starts to talk all you hear is an angry shush from him

-Scott and Jean always end up leaving halfway through the movie because they need some “privacy”

-Kurt is the biggest scaredy cat; he bamfs out of the room when he gets really freaked out

-Peter and Ro have a constant commentary during the movies

-It always ends with at least one of them fast asleep

She’s mine,” he said quietly, but viciously enough that Devlon and his warriors nearby heard. “And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then you lose your head.” I tried not to shiver, as Cassian and Mor showed no reaction at all. “And once Feyre is done killing you,” Rhys smirked, “then I’ll grind your bones to dust.

(ACOMAF pg. 444)

GUYYSSS this is everything. The fact that Rhys is threatening them, and it sounds like he’d kick their asses if they hurt her

BUT THEN you realize he’s talking about Feyre and how she’ll be doing the ass kicking while he cheers her on from the sidelines

BECAUSE his mate is a BAMF and she is a weapon who can handle herself.

Originally posted by fitnessua

Okay, apparently it is “canon” that Magnus went to Spain to learn to control his powers. BUT I call BULLSHIT on that because that implies that there were zero warlocks who could train him in Indonesia so…

  • The reason he uses two fingers in his magic is because of his Indonesian Warlock trainers- they taught him that magic isn’t a tool or a weapon but another limb. A part of him.
    • As a result, he doesn’t have to work as hard at “controlling” it as some of his western trained friends 
  • He’s way better at sensing other warlock’s magic in his territory because they taught him about the community of magic. How it isn’t about the individual and each spell cast enters the Warlock into a broader community. 
  • They teach him the truth: Warlocks aren’t really “immortal.” They can’t outlast the sun, outlive the species. There will never be a billion-year-old warlock. There are barely any warlocks over a thousand years old. As a Warlock ages, their magic gets more powerful and eventually it circles back into a type of cancerous destruction. 
    • A healthy, able warlock will probably live around five thousand- seven thousand years. 
    • They teach him not to mourn that: everything that is created must eventually be destroyed 
  • They teach him to not use his magic for destruction, or death. They teach him he should protect himself, but he never goes out of his way to end human life. They teach him instead how to use his magic to heal, to create, to protect. They actually teach him how to create wards which are more powerful than traditional European magic. 
    • He actually doesn’t go into battle, because he goes slowly. He doesn’t shoot to kill (which is quick), he aims to injure and subdue, which takes more time. 
    • Only against humans obviously, he kills demons because their only purpose is to cause destruction 

I honestly don’t understand how Luke and Anakin are perceived as whiny bitches?? Like, for fuck’s sake I’ve seen people say Anakin was being a whiny bitch when he said “I’m a person and my name is Anakin”, when he was having an emotional breakdown and lashing out after Shmi died, and when he alludes to his bad history and trauma as a slave on Tatooine with his “I don’t like sand” line. If those are your only examples or the first ones that come to mind, maybe rethink what you think of as being a “whiny bitch” and take a long look in a mirror, because I think you’re the actual whiny bitch here.

((Well, I am officially done with school–at least teaching it. I decided to leave this year, as I will be going back to school to get my Master’s degree in counseling. It’s been an emotional week as I’ve cleaned out my classroom for the last time and said goodbye to all of my coworkers and sweet, precious students. I’m excited to move forward, but it’s sad to leave them all behind. The work was hard but immensely rewarding. I’ve received many thank-yous, from both students and graduates, but last night as my seniors graduated, I got the best going-away present from one of my very first seniors. I saw him last night, and he thanked me for teaching him. He said that three years ago, in my class, he discovered what he wanted to do with his life: He wanted to write. I can’t believe I had that kind of impact, and I’m so proud of him. I’m glad I got to teach.

Sometimes I have the stupid idea of compiling a list of moments that fucked me up or left me speechless or broke my heart or all of the above, and then I get to item one -

- and, yeah. No way I’ll ever be able to finish this. Because item two would have to be -

- and then I’d have to stop and think, so, Cas learned how to wink from Dean, didn’t he, simply because he learned how to do everything by watching Dean, and if so, what would he make of it? He’d notice that Dean winks at everybody, men and women and people he wants to bed and people he’s trying to be friendly with and people he doesn’t care about but needs in some way, because that’s who Dean is and flirting is his default functioning mode. And I’m not sure that S9!Cas understood that a wink was bizarrely inappropriate - or, well: really meaningful - in that context, but endverse!Cas knows exactly what he’s doing, and the question is, was that wink a secret message between them, a quiet, Hey, or was it a We’re having an orgy, wanna join us babe? or maybe it was simply a Life, uh? This is all I’ve got now, and it’s decadent and unhealthy, but who the hell cares? This part’s actually great and this is the point where my path darkens, because how well does Dean remember endverse!Cas and does he think on some level that this is who Cas will become if he Falls, apocalypse or no apocalypse? Simply because Cas is used to absolutes and needs something bigger than himself to lose himself into and can’t stand to be alone inside his own mind for long periods of time and if so, is this why Dean’s trying so hard to keep Cas just as he is? Because if Cas’ still the BAMF, impatient, I don’t understand that reference seraph Dean first met in a warded barn, that means Cas’ okay, that Dean didn’t break him, and he can sleep a bit more easily because, yeah, it’s his fault his father’s dead and his mother walked away from him and his brother’s messed up and unhappy and alone because Dean failed him, but Cas - Cas is exactly that creature he was before he met me, okay, Cas’ not doing drugs and Cas’ not disillusioned and dented and shattered from the inside out like everything else I touch, Cas is -

(not mine)

- Cas is okay, and that’s the one thing I didn’t screw up, and thank God.

[gifs by @timetraveldean, here]

anonymous asked:

How much do you love Reiji? (tbh husband material lol)



HE IS Like the best waifu material ther e is, he kno how to cook, clean and babysit little shits all day long without killing them ?? AND LIKES to collect some weird shit like teacups and shiny forks because who doesn’t get turned on by the thought of “OH MAN FORKS AND PLATES I CAN EAT OUT OF” because I admire that from him too and OH HE LIKES SCIENCE AND Create weird shit out of it like drugs and I am pretty sure what he makes is illegal but I KNOW REIJI WOULDN’T GIVE A FUCK BECAUSE HE A BAMF WAIFU OK I MEAN I PROLLY WOULDN’T WANT ANY OF HIS DRUGS BUT I’D DEFINITELY KEEP EM AS SOUVENIRS AND PRAISE HIS HARD WORK BECAUSE HE DESERVES PRAISE EVEN HE REJECTS IT BECAUSE OF HIS EGOMANIAC PERsonality but I still lvoe him anyways

tru luv wins and concurs

anyway here are the deets on arthur’s immortality:

he’s hard to kill. not just because he’s a bamf with the physical act of fighting.. with or without excalibur, but because he can’t stay dead.

you can do all sorts of terrible things to him to try and kill him:

burn him, cut him up into pieces, bleed him dry, cut off his head, ect ect ect…

but it never works. he’s like a really obnoxious root plant that loses part of it’s self and just… sprouts new roots anyway! and he has NO say in this either which is also very annoying for him and those who wish him dead.

you can “kill him” in that he will get to the point where his body is like “lol ok we’re done right now” but he will resurrect. his blood will come back. his bones will fuse back together. his wounds will heal. his burns will disappear. he’ll grow a new head.

it’s digusting and awful and SOMETIMES if he is maimed pretty bad it takes a couple days so he ends up hanging out in these other realms where he can’t go to the final place of the dead. he’ll be STUCK on some shore just chillin with the ferry man going, “aaaaaany fuckin’ day now…”

so he’s not a god, no, but he is PROTECTED by the blood of several ancient gods, some of which are part of the lineage of the christian God and thus he is immortal as fuck.

Cake And Confession : Peter Maximoff x Reader

Title: Cake And Confession 
Rating: T for cursing 
Word Count: 1945
Summary: Sometimes the way you confess doesn’t go the way its planned; same for making a cake.
-Note: This was a quicky

Love makes you do anything for the person who means so much to you; the person your heart, mind, and soul is in love with just to make sure they’re happy. This wasn’t a simple cliche romance quote; it was true or at least for you it was. Never have you been in love before meeting a certain silver haired boy, as they were all simple crushes or sometimes a schoolgirl crush that ended up flying south after a few months. Like those crushes, you figured the feelings and attraction you started developing towards Peter Maximoff would fade away; they didn’t. You had tried your hardest to ignore those feelings or dismiss them quickly, but every time you saw him you’d become uneasy and anxious, yet comfortable and calm. You couldn’t figure out why at first because you never knew how it felt to be in love.

It wasn’t until after many months of Peter and you increasingly becoming closer and closer, that you started noticing the feelings you had for him weren’t going to disappear anytime soon.

To be quite blunt, you weren’t sure what you saw in him when the two of you first meet. You, along with everyone in the mansion, was saved by him from the engine explosion that Alex had shot with his energy rings in an attempt to save Charles. Although, you actually didn’t start talking to him until after the whole Apocalypse show down.

It was the day after he came to the school with a case that you got to see what kind of character he was. It didn’t take you long before you knew his favorite snacks were Twinkies, he loved bands, especially Pink Floyd, was an complete flirt, and he was in your words, ‘a sarcastic little shit’. The list could go on, but those were the biggest ones.

Peter was the one to introduce himself first; seeing you sit under a big, shady tree reading a book, he came over and took a seat beside you. He kind of annoyed you. For the next few weeks, he’d always bug you and mess with you. He was such a pest, but as the both of you talked more over a certain course of time, you started to laugh at his funny remarks and thus, began your playful friendship with him. Your feelings for him didn’t start to form after you slipped on the stairs and almost fell until Peter came to your rescue. An typical cliche moment, but it was still cute.

“I stayed up all night studying a test that was fucking postponed,” Scott cursed, annoyed at the world, as he stretched his hands across the table, “just my luck like usual.” You snickered at him, as you keep your nose in the book you were currently reading. Scott was your best friend; the two of you have known each other since you could remember. Both of your dads were good friends, basically brothers, in high school, so you guys were kind of like cousins in a sense.

“Maybe now you have time to actually study instead of cramming,” Jean teased towards her boyfriend, not looking at him, as she finished some homework.

“So, are you going to do it?” Jean asked you in your mind, giving you a shock enough to throw your book. Thank goodness Kurt was able to teleport because the minute that harry potter like book came at him, he bamfed a few steps back. Everyone gave you a strange look towards your actions, making you fluster in embarrassment. You frowned your eyebrows looking at Jean, who didn’t seemed phased that she made you look like a lunatic.

“Yes, but I don’t know how I’m going to ask him out,” you thought, looking at her. For the last week, Jean has been trying to get you to confess your undying love to Peter and you finally gave in yesterday, promising today that you’d do so. Although, you wish you hadn’t because now you were clueless on how to do it or where. Hell, what if he didn’t like you and rejected you harshly? You knew Peter wasn’t like that; he was many things, but he wasn’t an plain out ass. It didn’t stop you from being scared shitless though.

“Scott, Kurt,” you called out to the two boys who were in the menace of talking, “I need to ask you guys something.” The two turned towards you then at each other and back towards you. They looked like they were about to shit themselves, as they knew when you needed to ask them something, it was usually something they did that angered you.

“Chill, you guys. I just need to ask you both, as boys, on how to ask out guys.” Scott blurted out laughing when he heard you say that while Kurt gave a smile. Sometimes you wanted to punch Scott, but now that if you were to punch him and his shades come off that would end with you turning into toast, you resisted.

“Are you sure you don’t have a simple crush, Y/N. Knowing you, these feelings will go away within a month,” Scott recalled, shrugging, as he leaned back into his chair, leaning it back off the ground. Jean could feel your irritation with him, as she caused Scott to fall back onto the ground.

“Ask the guy vhose heart has captured yours in a private place,” Kurt answered, nodding towards you, “maybe like the training room?” You nodded, agreeing to what he was saying. Perfect; you can just ask him out when the two of you train tonight. You guys shared the same x-men class, taught by Raven and Hank, but on Friday nights, the two of you usually train together alone.

“I can just ask out Peter tonight, Jean,” you exclaimed, smiling happy to the redhead before noticing what you said. Scott’s mouth fell with an huge, ‘O’, gap while Kurt became flustered.

“Really, Y/N? Out of anybody, you choose to like Peter? Of all people,” Scott scolded at you, rolling his eyes, as he groaned towards you. Since you were younger, he had always been kind of protective of you; watching out for you and the things that happened around you. It wasn’t unusual that he wouldn’t be too happy that you liked Peter, but he’ll get over it. Rolling your eyes back at him, you grabbed your book and stomped out of the library. Waving goodbye as you exited, you didn’t see the certain silver haired boy who was strangely walking by.

The two of you pumped into each other, knocking the other a few feet back confused.

“Thats one way to say hello to somebody,” Peter laughed, smiling at you. Seeing him smile at you was the best thing in the world for you. Seeing the man you loved smile in general was amazing. You decided to follow Peter to where he was going, as you had nothing to do and he didn’t mind the company anyways. It was strange though; Peter looked really serious, but also needing a big hug desperately at the same time. It confused you to see him in such a state. Even with fighting Apocalypse for the minute he did, he wasn’t even serious; he laughed at his face. Frowning your eyebrows, you tug on Peter’s sleeve to look at his face detailedly.

“Peter is something the matter?” you asked concerned, looked mildly sad to even think about something being wrong. Shaking his head, he simply shrugged.

“Nah, I’m good; I just got tons of stuff on my mind,” his voice was low and fake; he was lying to you about something. It seemed by the looks of it he didn’t want to tell you. It was pointless for him to say that lie as your mutation is basically an powerful empath, so you could feel his stress and sadness. Walking down the stairs with Peter, you tried to think of ways to help lift his spirits. Like a ray of light, you saw a teacher eating a piece of cake which sparked an light bolt above your head.

You could make him a cake! Cooking isn’t or ever was your strong point, but how hard can it be? Racing to the kitchen, leaving Peter behind without a word, you looked to see if anyone was cooking something. Thankfully, all the students were in class, except for Jean, Scott, and Kurt; they were to busy ditching because Scott isn’t the best influence, but you gotta love him.

Looking for a recipe for vanilla cake, you found one in an old recipe book nobody uses much anymore; curse you upgrading computers. Taking stuff out of the fridge, you set everything on the counter. Looking at the wide spread of materials and ingredients, you felt so stupid because you didn’t understand the exact proper way of cooking a cake.

“I gotta do this to make him smile,” you thought to yourself, putting the amount of ingredients needed into a bowl and mixing them all up. Probably should’ve done the wet and dry stuff separately first, but you can’t change back time can you. Sticking the not so looking batter into a pan, you stoke it into the oven. Now, taking the time to sit at the counter, you thought of what reason you could have for making him a cake.

Maybe it was his birthday soon, so it could be a early birthday present? No; what if it already passed. You just felt like cooking him a cake? That’s to weird and suspicious. For a while, you were so drained into your thoughts that you didn’t notice the increasing fire within the oven. Smelling smoke, you turned around to see a flame peeking out of the oven. Without thinking, you grabbed some water to burn it out, but when you looked back at it, the oven no longer had a flame; it had disappeared. The oven door was open with white foam in it.

“Talk about an epic fail,” Peter stated from behind you, scaring the shit out of you, “you should find a better hobby.” He teased at you, nudging you gently in the shoulder. You took a few deep breaths before smiling at him. Looking back at the mess, you felt a sudden sadness come over yourself. You tried making him a cake to make him happy yet he saved the mansion from burning down and the cake ended up being burnt like Scott got to it on the floor. Peter, now seeing you sad, ruffled your hair, knocking you out of your gloom.

“Want to go to a bakery and get a cake instead?” he asked you, crossing his arms.

“Sure,” you answered short and fast, not taking into consideration that he meant, as a date. Noticing that, Peter laughed at you which caused you to become very upset. Then you finally noticed, your cheeks becoming red as a tomato and your body to shake like a scared rat.

“You already said yes you can’t take it back,” Peter told you quickly, dragging you out of the kitchen.

“Wait- no I was suppose to ask you out!” you yelled confused, puffing your cheeks at a laughing nonstop Peter. He was such an ass for laughing at you, but you loved him; plus if you were him, you’d be laughing at you too, especially for saying that. Stopping in his tracks, he turns around to look at you closely, smirking.

“Then ask me-”

“Lets just go to the bakery already before I do change my mind, you punk.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

did I mention I sang the Brian Song at Marie’s Crisis yesterday because Alex made an arrangement based off the lead sheet I sent him (which @jackocoileain kindly pulled from scribd for me because he’s a one-man BugMeNot)? what a BAMF and a mensch. A bensch

a mamf

superoreoman  asked:

So I started writing something for your Swan Princess AU, and I was planning out the Guixon and Johnlock and then this idea came to me, of Khan out hunting swans - but by hand because Khan's a bamf - and Arthur is the swan he's tracking and he's just freaking the fuck out because Khan is big and scary and after him, and Khan finally catches up to him just as Arthur's reached the lake and the moon rises, and when he lunges for the swan Khan finds a red-headed marshmallow pinned under him instead.

OH GOD. Arthur will beg for mercy and telling Khan not to eat him because he’s not a swan or birds in general, while Khan only stares at him (who Arthur mistaken as Khan glaring at him and still wanting to kill him) because he thinks Arthur is so cute. having Swan Princess AU with Sherlock/John , Peter/Hector and now Khan/Arthur will be so great oh my god. you’re so briliant

Don't Touch My Nephew

Quick thing because I can’t sleep and I reeeally missed writing.


“Let me,” Dipper pushed at the demon’s shoulders as he was lifted off the ground and pressed against a firm chest. “Bill let me go!” He snapped trying to twist out of the blonde’s grip.

Bill snickered at the boy’s struggling and caught one of his hands, pressing it to his lips. “You’re cute when you’re helpless Pine Tree.” The demon teased tugging on his hand and forcing him forward until his face was mere centimeters away from Bill’s. He grinned a sharp grin full of fangs and felt a curl of contentment as the boy’s face went pale. “Do you really think I’m going to let you go just because you tell me to?”

Before Dipper could say anything, blue fire wrapped around him, holding him in place as the hand Bill had previously been using to restrain Dipper slid into his hair. “I’m going to break you apart Pine Tree,” the demon cooed pressing a kiss to the boy’s cheek, “and then I’m going to put you back together and do it all over again.”

Dipper couldn’t stop the terrified whimper from escaping him as the demon nuzzled his cheek affectionately. “B-Bill please I-“

“Oh Hell no.” Dipper jumped at the angry voice from behind him and turned his head enough to see Stan standing at the edge of the clearing. “You put him down you equilateral dick bag!” The man snapped stomping forward purposefully.

“Well well, if it isn’t Stanford Pines.” Bill trilled gleefully. “Come to save the day and rescue the princess?”

Dipper frowned at that, terror momentarily forgotten in the face of his indignation. “Hey wait I’m not-“

“Cipher,” Stan cut him off once more, his voice a low growl as he glared at the demon, “put my nephew down now and nobody gets hurt.”

Bill raised an eyebrow at him an snickered. “Nah.” He dragged Dipper’s hand back up to his mouth and pecked the boy’s wrist, right over his fluttering little pulse. “I happen to like Pine Tree here quite a bit. I think I’ll just keep him.” The grin he shot Stan was downright unholy. “We’ll have lots of fun together, don’t you think Stanford?”

Dipper tensed and Stan’s eyes narrowed. “Oh that’s it.” He grumbled reaching into his pocket and pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. As he unfolded it he began muttering something in Latin and seconds later he tossed the paper straight at Bill who yelped and tried to dodge around it only to be drawn in as the paper hit the ground and glowed. A wide circle spread around him and Dipper was dropped and unceremoniously pushed out of it by some invisible force.

Immediately, Stan grabbed him by the shoulder and pressed him against his side. From inside the glowing blue circle Bill grinned far to widely at Stan, his eye a burning crimson. “Stanford, you sure have been a busy meat puppet haven’t you? What is this, Latin, Mexican?”

“Chinese.” Stan corrected briefly. “Now I’m only going to say this once Cipher. You stay away from my nephew and niece or you will find out just how much I’ve learned.” With those words he scooped up Dipper who let out a muffled noise as he was curled against his Gruncle’s chest and carried briskly away from the trapped demon.

Behind them Bill snickered. “Sounds like fun.” He replied cheerfully. His eye sharpened as it locked with Dipper’s and his smile widened. “I’ll see you soon Pine Tree,” he called, “very soon.”

“In your dreams Cipher!” Stan shot back as he passed the tree line and disappeared into the forest. “You isosceles jackass.”

squeeingfangirl  asked:

Your post about what you'd change in HOO made me realise just how angry i am at everybody not respecting Percy. Like I kept having to tell myself that this was normal, this is aother serie I need to stop expecting everyone to consider Percy as a total bamf because he's not at the center anymore, they're all bamf and it's okay for Percy to stand on an equal footing with them... But no. The others are great but it doesnt justify completely all of Percy's accomplishment and treating him so unfairly

Exactly!! Percy shouldn’t be on equal footing with the others (apart from maybe Annabeth, who’s been with him every step of the way) because he’s so much more experienced and powerful than them. And it particularly doesn’t make sense to portray these characters who have literally only just found out they’re demigods as being on the same level as Percy, who’s been in the game for five years at this point and is, again the most powerful demigod.

Rick could have easily kept him as powerful and impressive and intimidating without letting his narrative overtake the other’s in the ensemble cast, but instead he tried to diminish Percy’s in universe importance while simultaneously devoting more time to his personal narrative than other’s, which was just completely jarring to read. (Until BoO, of course, where Percy and Annabeth became nothing more than afterthoughts.)

just--elope  asked:

Hi there! Share what you are reading? Go to your AO3 history and see if there’s anything you’ve read recently that you’ve liked. Left kudos? Left a comment? Awesome! Now go the last step and give us a rec! (Tag the author if you can!) Then pass it on! (:

I’m always up for sharing fanworks! :)
(This is all going to be Johnlock though.)

How to Flirt (With Pictures) by Yesilian (7k)
This one is super cute. Sherlock goes undercover to flirt with John several times and John always notices and plays along.

One Day Like This by @nondeducible (5k)
How could we ever resist the sharing a bed trope? This is another. And what a good one!

between each beat are words unsaid by @hudders-and-hiddles and @watsonshoneybee (108k)
I mean, you should know this one. But if you don’t go read it right now. It’s basically the whole series narrated by Sherlock and John’s unspoken feelings that they are now showing to the other. Every character is sooo on point and damn. Prepare for feels.

Unwasted by patternofdefiance (9k)
Such a touching fic with them going out, having a bit of wine… and finally building up to what was always meant to be.

“finally kiss the bloody idiot” by Salambo06 (30k)
Oh, this was fun! They wanna help out Papa Lestrade who put his money on Sherlock and John getting together in a certain way. So yeah, they fake a relationship until they… don’t. As you do.

The Hollow Ones by antietamfalls (95k~)
What a brilliant zombie AU. It’s loosely based on The Walking Dead. John is super bamf, Sherlock is very lonely because he thinks John is dead. Very very well written. It’s a WIP though.

Of Course I Forgive You by allonsys_girl (11k)
There is probably no other scene that I’d love to read fix-its about than the tube scene from TEH. Well, here it is. The perfect fix-it fic. You know what? I think I’m gonna reread it right now.

Green Carnation by glenien (2.6k)
After the events of TAB, John takes Sherlock home. This is all you need to know.


“If you haven’t been keeping score, our team’s down to three musketeers.”
Daisy, Coulson, and Mack in Agents of SHIELD 3x02

sparks fly

It’s Sterekweek!! And I really shouldn’t be writing fic right now but STEREK! Today’s prompt was “Scene Stealer” and I had no idea what to do with that until I stumbled across this post in my prompts tag, which spawned this slightly cracky, Indiana Jones inpired, 1.7k madness - fair warning, the only parallel to Indiana Jones is the fact that Stiles is a professor of archaeology and I sort of forgot evene that half way through sorry I hope you enjoy this anyways!

Stiles has grown up to be a total bamf, okay?

He’s a professor, and he’s a cool professor at that! Okay, all the other professors of archaeology are over seventy and more than half dead, but still. Stiles is the cool one. And apparently even the hot one, if the comments on “Rate my Professor” are to be believed.

So anyways, Stiles is a bamf. Not just because he’s the coolest professor of archaeology ever, but because he’s the coolest professor of archaeology ever who actually does things, finds things! Cool things, magical things!

Oh yes, Stiles is also a little bit magic. Unfortunately you’ve got to take that literally, because Stiles is just a spark. He can do a little magic, is totally awesome at mountain ash - he can even do the cool circle thingie now! - and can be used as a conduit for spells or other people with more magic at their fingertips. The latter is not so great admittedly; people keep kidnapping Stiles to use him for their usually nefarious purposes - like he wouldn’t mind getting regularly kidnapped so much if it was to save the bees or feed all the puppies of the world or something nice like that. But no, instead it’s always world domination, world domination, world domination, with the occasional reach for the stars to mix things up a little.

Case in point: Peter Hale.

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