and was serious

anonymous asked:

Do u ever ugly sob when you remember how Derek's anchor is Stiles being kind to him?

This is everything to me. The way Stiles acted in that dream scene, so gentle and understanding and soft, says just so much about Derek and what he wants, and what he pictures Stiles as.

Stiles is his safety.

And just… it’s honestly the most beautiful thing. This is someone who took refuge in anger for so long, who tried to take on the world himself because he couldn’t trust anyone, anything, anymore. Who tried to dictate everything, couldn’t explain himself because opening up was weakness and betrayal lived around every corner. Who couldn’t believe in anything except his own strength and the fact that the world would probably take the next opportunity to screw him over.

And then there was Stiles. Being there for Derek, time and again. Even if he was snarking the whole time–– hell, especially if he was snarking the whole time, because that just meant Stiles honestly didn’t want to be driving around a wounded Derek or doing research for him or treading water, holding him up while a giant lizard stalked around them… but he did it anyway because Derek needed him to. Because Stiles would always be there for him. Because Stiles understood him. And how could Derek see all that, experience all that, time after time and not let his walls slip down?

Stiles worked his way into Derek’s heart despite Derek’s best intentions, and seeing that progression of trust, seeing Derek soften to Stiles, bit by bit, seeing in the dream scene everything Derek wished for and believed Stiles to be, and the complete, vulnerable trust Derek had in Stiles at that point…

This is why Sterek is eternal.

MBTI types and Books


Fold the page or use a sign in their fav part: ISTJ, ESTJ, INTJ, ENTJ, INFJ, INFP, ENFP, ESFP, ESFJ

Always have one even outside, in case: ENFJ, INTJ, INFP, ENTJ, ISTJ, ISFJ

Have ‘em all in order and take care: ISTJ, ISFP, INFP, INTJ, ESFP, ENFP, ESTJ, ENTJ, ISFJ

Have a big amount of books to still read: INTP, ISFP, ISTP, ESTP, ESFP, INFJ, INFP, ENTP, ENFJ, ENFP

Until they don’t finish it, they don’t stop reading for a moment: ISTP, ESTP, INTJ, INTP, INFP, ESTJ, ENTJ, ISTJ, ISFJ, INFJ, ENFJ

Have read their fav 987654321: All types

hello friends if you read this i gotta tell you i need to quit blogging because my wisdom was taken from me

guess those ‘reblog this or you won’t have any original ideas for x months’ caught up with me xD

the dash: *fandom drama i completely missed and have zero context for*

Sue me, call me an asshole, whatever. I don’t care. I’m gonna say this anyway.

Anyone bullying anyone else in the Columbine part of the TCC is a fucking cunt. If you’re sitting on your ass, posting about however you hate *insert group* or you’re attacking certain people, you’re just as bad as the kids who made Dylan and Eric feel like shit. And we do care about Dylan and Eric, as people who care about Columbine, but shouldn’t we fucking care about people like them too who are still alive?

Honestly, it seems really hypocritical that a Columbiner would be a bully, because that’s really not what it’s about. Put down the fucking ketchup packets, asshole.

*sigh* It’s so sweet how Killua tries to hide the fact he is completely head over heels for Gon. 

I mean seriously, just confess already. We’ve seen jealous, protective, and possessive all in the same episode. 

^Ok, so in context I know Killua is referring to the possibility of the Chimera Ants attacking, but I can pretend that I don’t. A little denial never hurt a shipper.

Even if you being LGBT+ turns out to be “just a phase” after all, that doesn’t invalidate who you are now. Gender and attraction orientation can definitely be fluid. Nor were you faking your LGBT+ status.

On the flip side, if you were cis and/or het in the past and are LGBT+ now, your past doesn’t invalidate who you are now either. Again, gender and attraction orientation can be fluid. I was cishet in the past too, and I’m very familiar with the self-love struggles while trying to accept myself as someone I previously didn’t think could ever be me.