abominible snowman


The Yeti joke. How I Met Your Mother Files. Screencaps from The X-Files Season 1, Episode 20, “Darkness Falls.” Lines from HIMYM Season 9, Episode 24, “Last Forever, Part 2.”

soncimonci  asked:

Hi, I just can't stay away from this awesome blog <3 Could you please update the abominable snowman Stiles tag?

thanks man!

Halflings by AsagiStilinski (1/1 | 2,687 | G)

Derek hated Christmas Eve

He hated Christmas too, to an extent, but he especially hated Christmas Eve

Wich, he knew, was incredibly ironic, considering he was one of Santa’s elves

Yetis Adore Ice by LadyDrace (1/1 | 328 | G)

Ice King Derek is finally bringing his intended home to meet the family, AKA Laura.

Mistletoe and Reindeer Lichen by bioloyg (1/1 | 10,445 | PG13)

Back in the present, Derek bends down and picks up the broken phone, trying not to panic when he can’t catch a scent on the thing. He slides the shattered and useless husk of technology into his pocket for later and keeps going despite the burning itch at the base of his spine telling him to shift, to run, to find Stiles. The flipped coffee table and disjointed Christmas tree are enough to focus him. He can smell Stiles’ determination here as if it were something tangible. It’s strong, which is a relief. It means Stiles was alive when they dragged him out.

He hopes it stayed that way after the fact.

Ice, Ice Baby by thegirlgrey (2/5 | 6,512 | PG13)

“There’s no way I can convince you that you ate some bad rabbit, and you’re having some wicked crazy indigestion is there?”

Derek’s eyes are flitting between the snow and Stiles, more specifically the small area where the snow isn’t falling on Stiles but being drifted away like he’s covered in some sort of force field.

“Not a chance in hell.”

Or the one where Stiles was telling Matt the truth, sort of.

Big Game. [Lacrosse Week Smut]

A;N: I want to formally apologise that it has been so long. Y’all have been so patient and I love you guys! Anyways, this is for the wonderful @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski ‘s Lacrosse Week! I hope y’all are ready. xoxo

Pairing: StilesStilinskixOC

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Filth.

Word count: 5,933

Listen to me.

Originally posted by dylanobrienthingss

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lockedinmybody  asked:

daliaaaaa could you tell me your fave sterek fics please?? :)

How could you ask me this? Do you have any idea how many sterek fics I’ve read over the years? How many I’ve loved?

This is a short list of the very few I could think of off the top of my head. I think I’ll probably make a recs page, because I’ve been meaning to for a long time. I have a recs tag, but that includes different pairings as well.

Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!”
Derek raised an eyebrow at him.
“That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress.
Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.”

(Otherwise known as the Elevator AU)

The Prince

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

Around The Bend

The first time Derek catches sight of the new yoga instructor, Stiles is in the middle of showing a class how to do downward-facing dog. Derek walks into a wall.

Things don’t exactly improve from there.

Derek can’t stop staring at Stiles, the bendy new yoga instructor at his family’s gym. Stiles thinks Derek’s a repressed homophobe who hates Stiles for making him want the D. They fall in love.

can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful

“Be cool, Dad, we’ve decided to con Grandma.”

(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma’s and she gets the right wrong idea.)

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jupiters  asked:

imagine: mulder & scully get assigned to go to an amusement park to try to track/catch something or other and while they're there scully tries to stay be focused and mulder's just acting like a little kid and dragging scully on all the rides (BONUS: a prize for one of the game things is a giant blow-up alien & mulder really really wants it)

Lakemont Place is a self-proclaimed “thrifty” island amusement park. Scully slides sunglasses down her nose and pedantically explains that there are no islands in the middle of Pennsylvania. The park whirs and hums and twinkles in early evening light, with the last late-season stragglers making their way out of the front gates. From somewhere to their left, carousel music.

“It’s a figure of speech,” he says.

“I’d be interested to hear the genesis of “island” as a figure of speech as opposed to a geographic location.”

Scully marks something on the notepad she’s balancing over a folder. Talks without looking up. There is a fine coating of festival dust layering her black blazer. Sometimes, he’d like to kiss that smart mouth.

“Later. We’re on a case. I don’t have my projector with me.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You should quit trying to distract me. Really unprofessional, Scully.”

He feels her look up, the twin quirks of the corners of her mouth like hitting the top of one of those archaic light-up tests of strength. And you get a prize.

“My apologies. I didn’t realize your BS came with slides.”

“When hasn’t my BS come with slides.”

She laughs, an escaped, unexpected sound and he forgets that they are looking for what the park’s proprietor had simply called “white bigfoot.” Scully had gently asked if he’d heard of the Abominable Snowman. He wants, suddenly, to win something for or from her or some strange combination of both.

He checks his watch. “We have about an hour until it gets dark enough for it to come out.”

Under her breath: “It.”

“Should we look around? Try to win our weight in cotton candy?” He bumps her shoulder.

“Really unprofessional, Mulder.” She bumps him back.


“Your policy on the high striker?”

She’s leaning against a building with cream slats and green siding. Her pathologist fingers, the same ones that have plucked seriously at intestines both small and large, are picking at the remains of a pink cotton candy. The white stick is beginning to show through, like the spinal bones of some fluffy neon skeleton. She licks sugar off her thumb and considers him carefully.

“Egomaniacal and inherently designed to boost machismo.”

He nods. Fair enough. ”And shooting galleries?“

She pushes her sunglasses up so they hold her hair back like a headband, all wisps and the unexpected Catholic school girl sweetness of her face. It feels like five years ago, before nosebleeds and small graves.There is cotton candy on the side of her mouth and she deals with it quickly, thoughtful. ”My policy is that my aim is better than yours and you know it.”

“Ooh, Scully. Better put your money where your trigger finger is.”

She beats him 9 to 7, scrunching up her nose to keep the setting sun out of her eyes. A rifle hiked up against her blazer makes him lose his focus, or something like that. Calamity Jane with a cross necklace. She brushes off the proffered prize and he whirls on her.


She closes her eyes and holds out her hand, resting the other on her hip. He’s not sure where the folder or the notes went, but he hasn’t seen them in at least half an hour. She was full of tricks, which is why he thinks she preferred long sleeves - better for hiding them in. “Fine, Mulder. Pick for me if you care so much.”

He signals one of the late-shift park workers, a thin-faced man with an absurdly cliche mustache, to pass him the decently-sized alien that hangs above floppy dogs and an obscenely large Miss Piggy puppet. He puts it into her arms carefully and whispers, “Evidence.”

She opens her eyes and grins, runs the back of her hand absentmindedly down its soft head and says, “Green, huh?”


In the center of Lakemont is a sleepy old death trap called the Twister. True to its name, it’s a sharp corkscrew of wooden slats, a roller coaster that’s only mechanism is the screaming logistics of free fall. It is three minutes to sundown, and Scully had leaned back off a carousel horse and said, “Do you think we’d be able to see the whole park from the top? Like a crow’s nest, maybe.”

He’d hummed without agreeing. She’d turned fully toward him and said seriously, “We’ll be able to see white bigfoot easier from that kind of angle.”

That’s when he knew he had her. In the late August shimmer, just off the nauseating carousel turn. She’d said the words “white bigfoot” without a hint of irony and pointed to the top of a sure-to-be-fatal amusement park ride, and he had her. Or vice versa. Or something like that.

At the top, there is no sign of “bigfoot but, like, if he was bleached,” but they can see over the pastel expanse of the crooked little park and the dark green sway of the trees and towns beyond. And neither of them says it - but it does feel like an island. Like a figure of speech. Like they’re alone, surrounded by air and wind and the crash or something as steady and urgent and unstoppable as the sea.

He takes a shuddery breath and Scully turns to look sharply at him.

“Are you scared?” She laughs it out of her open mouth, everything but unkind. Her breath still childhood sweet from the cotton candy.

He shrugs back. She raises her eyebrows in something like giddy surprise or quiet revelation.

“You’re scared,” she says, taking his hand between both of hers like an agreement or a blood pact. And still laughing, “Oh, Mulder, you’re scared.”

He is and he isn’t. It fluctuates based on the creaking, ratcheting height they’re approaching and the honey-sweet sound of her voice. She holds his hand against her chest so he can feel the machine gun pump of her heart. It seems like she’s been laughing for so long he can’t imagine her stopping.

He says, “Yeah, I am.”

She looks like she might say something like Don’t be or I’ll protect you, G-man or just like she might laugh again. But the creaking stops and the air moves and there is a moment of silence and they’re on an island. They’re at the top of something, and there is a sureness to every movement they make that is not unlike the tide.

He’s scared and she’s laughing. He’s not scared and she’s still laughing. They fall.

nicolethealpaca  asked:

Hi Mama! As well as being an Attack on Titan fan, I also really love Disney/Pixar. I was wondering, who would like Disney? Also, which characters would everyone be from Disney/Pixar? Thanks!

I think we can say that pretty much everyone would at least enjoy their movies

Mikasa: EVE (Wall-E)
Reiner: Bruce (Finding Nemo)
Bertholdt: Fear (Inside Out)
Annie: Colette Tatou (Rataouille)
Eren: Anger (Inside Out)
Jean: Woody (Toy Story)
Marco: Barbie (Toy story 2)
Sasha: The witch (Brave)
Connie: Mike Wazowksi (Monster’s Inc.)
Historia: Merida (Brave)
Armin: Nemo (finding Nemo)
Ymir: Edna Mode (The Incredibles)
Levi: Hamm (Toy Story)
Hanji: Dory (Finding Nemo)
Erwin: Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story)
Nanaba: Riley’s mom (Inside out)
Mike: Abominable snowman (Monster’s inc.)

anonymous asked:

I'm on mobile so I can't see when it's been updated but if possible can you please update the feral!derek tag or the hypothermia tag thank you 🤓

feral!derek was just updated so here’s some hypothermia

Mountain Rescue by LadyDrace (1/1 | 5,620 | PG13)

Stiles goes to visit a shaman up North and doesn’t come back.

And also, Derek impulsively kissed him before he left, only to get pushed away


Doctor You by LillianDeLooney (1/1 | 3,509 | R)

Stiles is lost in the woods and close to developing hypothermia when he finds the cabin. The mountain of a man living there gives him exactly what he needs and then some.

Project D by nosetothewind94, Ryennin (4/4 | 12,421 | PG13)

The pack is fed up with the tension between Derek and Stiles so they stage an intervention. When that doesn’t help, they decide to take matters into their own hands.


The one where the pack meddles, the Universe is a dick and sometimes, all you need to finally get what you want is 3 disastrous attempts and the Abominable Snowman…

Intertwined by RoseByAnyOtherName17 (1/1 | 1,753 | R)

A hand settled into Stiles’ hair, gently weaving around the strands. “What’re you doing?” he murmured.

“I’m going to wash your hair.”

the good drugs - olicity - 1/1

for@latinasmoak – thank you for your support and being amazing!

“Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day…” 

“Okay, well, that was my cheek,” Felicity grunted. She was mostly dragging Oliver across the apartment floor toward the nearest flat surface, which just so happened to be the couch. “But, thank you… I think. I just got a new moisturizer.” 

“You smell good.” 

She snorted. “Now I know you’re lying, because I definitely stink. Lugging you around has worked up a sweat.” 

He hummed. “Like coffee and ink and that hand lotion you use…” 

“The ink is because I had to wrestle with the printer earlier. You’d think with something so expensive, it wouldn’t get so many paper jams, but nope. I won though, just FYI.” Felicity made sure he was comfortably laid out on the couch and moved to his feet to pull off his shoes. “I’m surprised you let them put you under for your root canal. I was expecting more of a fight.” 

He grunted, his eyes at half-mast. “Had enough pain,” he murmured. 

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kent: grumble grumble abominable snowman.

tater: what was that?

kent: i said, you’re the fucking abominable snowman.

tater: I am abdominal what now?


tater: and you are tiny snow mouse, come out now and play.

kent: i hate you.

tater: that not what you said last night.



(set in careful the tale you tell verse)