and that's what stiles is


But it’s not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back. Someone that has a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether. Lydia…you go with Stiles.

Sterek: *becomes way too popular*

Jeff: Alright, I’ll just ban Sterek from TW events and give Dylan and Hoech less scenes so the fandom will give up and stop shipping them.

Sterek fandom: *becomes larger and makes Sterek even more popular*



“And what time will you bring him?”

“Six, Lydia, six! Is there a reason you’ve asked me three times already?“

“Because it’s important, and we both know how slippery your focus is. I bet you’re doing three things at once right now.”

“For your information, I’m doing two. Ordering the cake, putting bullshit answers down for my history paper, and talking to— that’s, that’s three, isn’t it?”

“Yes. And what time will you bring him?”


✨ Sneak peek for the last chapter of Home. ✨

i just want to put my two cents in and say the only ONLY time stiles stilinski would ever need an actual anchor was during his time being possessed. this being said, the one person who he allowed void in, in order to SAVE her, was malia. so getting to my point here, remember when he was sitting in melissa’s living room, with void in complete control, and was all tied up? do you know what brought stiles back to the surface? the moment lydia said “malia”. so believe what you want, but malia is and always will be what brought stiles back, even in his darkest of days, even if the writers choose to ignore it. malia tate is, in fact, stiles stilinski’s anchor. aiight, bye ✌

Sibylline Song

(Alright, here it is. The unedited, unfinished mer!Stiles fic. Warnings include: assholes, angst, violence, people being specist, and references to canon deaths.)


Their journey begins with the usual amount of pomp and ceremony expected for a trade ship.

It’s the Triskelion’s forty second voyage from the colder, northern channels of Bæyan to the warm waters of Coca-Machu, and the crew means to make it a good one. Nothing too dangerous—they’re going to actually try trading this time—and everything will go smoothly. Even the weather has been fair to them since they left Port Duke with the morning tide. Many of the crew had waved goodbye to the few friends they’d made over the years, and perhaps a few enemies too. Others were more than glad to leave the port as quickly as they did.

“Are you still moping?”

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  • <p> <b>Lydia:</b> He saved me mom. Stiles saved me.<p/><b>Scott:</b> ...?<p/><b>Deaton:</b> ...?<p/><b>Malia:</b> ...?<p/><b>Kira:</b> ...?<p/><b>Liam:</b> ...?<p/><b>Hayden:</b> ...?<p/><b>Mason:</b> ...?<p/><b>Theo:</b> ...?<p/><b>Meredith:</b> ...?<p/><b>Parrish:</b> ...?<p/><b>All of Beacon Hills:</b> ...?<p/><b>Stiles:</b> *smiles smugly* That's right wifey. I did it. It was me. I saved you. Just me. No one else. You are welcome. I love you.<p/></p>

i can’t believe malia said she wouldn’t leave without stiles, and that he was his anchor, and also that even peter hale acknowldged how annoyingly loyal she was to that sarcastic lil shit… wows…. how unrealistic…. it’s like they were once dating… can’t believe this… wows…

"A Stiles?"



Ryan, you’re Luke Skywalker. You’re battling Greg, who’s Darth Vader. When space adventurer Lando Calrissian, Wayne, comes in to help. Colin keeps entering as other Star Wars characters.
The trick is, every time they speak they have to use these exact number of words. Greg, you can only and always have to use 2 words, Colin you always have to use 3 words, Ryan you always have to use 4 words, Wayne you always have to use 5 words.


Sick - Stiles Stilinski

You felt horrible. You haven’t felt sick in a really long time. But today you woke up with a sore throat and basically coughing and sneezing. Running in the rain with Stiles was a bad idea. A very very bad one.

I woke up and i felt really sore and i was freezing to death. I knew something wasn’t right. Once I actually got up, I realized how utterly like crap I felt. I didn’t know what it was but I knew enough to know I was sick. Really sick. I decided to stay at home and probably sleep all day and thats exactly what I did.

-Stiles pov-

“Hey dude, have you seen y/n?” He asked Scott, looking around for you

“No, sorry. I haven’t seen her.” Scott answered Stiles, grabbing some books out of his locker

“It’s weird because she normally meets me every morning by my locker, but she wasn’t there this morning and when i called her, she didn’t answer me. And i’m slighty worried. What if something kidnapped her?.” Explained Stiles.

“Oh no, what if something did take her”

“Stiles i’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she didn’t want to come to school today.” Scott reassured his worried best friend.

“Yeah, you are right. I have to go. Bye Scotty!.” Stiles called out to him, running towards the exit to get to his car.

*Readers pov*

Never in my entire life i felt this crappy. I was sleeping but then i woke up because of this stupid cold. I hate being sick. So here i am under a million blanket watching netflix. I heard the door downstair open, wait that’s weird. My parents are working today. You heard footsteps coming towards your room. What if someone is stealing something, ohno. The door opened and there stood Stiles.

“Oh, it’s you.” I say with a sigh of relief. “Yes, it’s me.” Stiles answered.

“You had me worried at school today, you know.” Stiles said, getting into bed with you

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled into his shirt, finally getting some warmth.

“Your warm.”

“And you’re burning up. Let me go get the thermometer.” He said getting out of bed, going into the bathroom.

”Here.” He said holding the metal stick to my mouth. I opened my mouth and he gently slid it under my tongue. I held it while he left the room. He came back with cold medicine, cough drops, a cool cloth, ice cream, chips and cookies and set it all at the foot of the bed before the thermometer beeped.

“What is my temperature?” I mumbled feeling a cold sweat run down my back.

“Almost hundred and one degrees. You’re pretty sick babe.” Stiles said running his hand over the top of my head.

You groaned and rolled onto your sides trying to fall asleep again.

“Don’t worry, Dr. Stiles is here to take care of you.” Stiles announced giving you a smirk. “My hero.” You giggled, scooting a little to give Stiles room on your bed.

“Come sleep with me.” You said grabbing his hand.

“Take me on a date first.” Stiles laughed winking at you.

“I’m serious, pleaseee.” You pouted, giving him the best puppy face ever.

“Alright alright, patience my dear.” Stiles said, cuddling with me.

“Thanks for everything,” I sighed contentedly as he leaned over me to fix the blankets. His soft eyes glanced back at me smiling. He kissed my cheek tenderly, lingering for a moment.

“It’s my pleasure”

“No i’m serious, thank you. You left school to come take care of you sick girlfriend and it means a lot. So thank you Stiles.” You said looking at him.

“No problem. Anything for you. Need anything else.” He said stroking my hair with his long fingers.

“Can you put a movie in, so we can watch it and cuddle.” You asked him. He grabbed the remote control and choose a random movie and played it.

“Give me a kiss.” Stiles said giving you a smile.

You shook your hand and continue watching the movie.

“Pleasee” Stiles pleaded looking at you

“No. I’ll get you sick” You said

“No you won’t. One little kiss.”

“Fine. But if you get sick don’t blame me.” You said leaning in to give him a small kiss.

“Thank you.” Stiles said kissing your forehead.

This wasn’t so bad. You might be feeling like shit right now but at least you have your boyfriend Stiles here with you.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Do you think that Tyler Hoechlin ever looks at himself naked in the mirror and just nods approvingly? Cause Damn.


Ryan & Colin feat. various emoji