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anonymous asked:

I would probably like Connor a little bit more if he wasn't such a wimp because seriously

ah yes

a wimp

i completely agree with you anon

i mean wow

god what a wimp

seriously

and when someone actually shows some reluctance to killing everyone in their way, they’re a “wimp” :)

halewithstilinski asked:

YOUR LAST TWO STEREK POSTS HAD ME DYING,COULD YOU MAYBE DO ANOTHER ONE BASED ON HOW WE TRANSITIONED FROM STILES WATCHING DEREK DIE TO STILES GIVING A SOFT SMILE AS HE SEES DEREK'S INITIALS AND WHAT IT MEANS I AM SUCH STEREK TRASH I NEED THIS ASDFGHHN

OKAY OKAY SOOOO

I feel like we pretty much got confirmation that Stiles cared about Derek too (I feel like we got that Derek did care and how much he cared about Stiles in 3B) with his reaction to Derek dying and he was BARELY able to leave, that it was this huge struggle for Stiles to go and save his best friend. HIS BEST FREIND. His freaking brother. BUT DEREK made him freaking hesitate, made him look like he was dragging his feet until he finally went after the others.

AND WE GOT THIS LOOK BACK AT DEREK WHEN STILES DIDN’T REALLY NEED TO. BUT HE DID IT ANYWAY.

(since the goddamn gif isn’t working, here is the link to it)

STILES STILINSKI FREAKING STOPPED IN HIS TRACKS TO TAKE ONE LAST LOOK AT DEREK HALE BEFORE HE DIED. JUST ONE MORE LOOK. 

AND HIS FACE SAYS FREAKING EVERYTHING. He looks fucking scared and emotional at the thought of Derek Hale dying, and we see from this look that Stiles CARES. He fucking cares all right. Romantic way or no, whatever. HE CARES.

And obvs, Derek lived, and all was good in the world.

AND FROM THIS ALONe, I’m guessing, I’m just guessing, that Stiles and Derek reached…SOMETHING with each other. Enough to strike some sort of friendship or something.

And okay, 5x01 is them starting their senior year, so, it’s been MONTHS since 4x12. At least 6 or 7 months, something like that. 

So we had to get from that above gif where we’re seeing jUST HOW MUCH STILES FREAKING CARES ABOUT THAT ANNOYING, FRUSTRATING, KIND, BEAUTIFUL DEREK HALE.

And maybe this is where Stiles realizes he might just care about Derek too, that he’s realizing what we already knew a longggg time ago.

So he has to get from there ^ to here:

and I bet it isn’t that much of a stretch for him to get there.

SO I’M THINKING…Derek probs had to get his affairs in order, maybe he stuck around for another month or two, something like that, and maybeeee, since 4x12, he and Stiles…kind of hung out a few times.

Kind of became friends, good friends even. 

Enough that when Stiles hears or sees Derek Hale’s name or initials, what have you, he smiles in that wistful, happy, kinda sappy way as seen above. 

So Derek leaves, and I bet you it wasn’t just Scott he was bummed about leaving. 

I bet he even had to tell Stiles on his own that he was leaving…

‘There’s nothing more for me here, Stiles. Scott’s got it all covered…he knows what to do. He doesn’t need me.’

‘But I nee-’ Stiles starts and stops, keeps his mouth shut.

And Derek smiles and actually GIVES STILES A HUG AND STILES JUST….CLOSES HIS EYES AND HOLDS ON, HEAD RESTING IN THE CROOK OF DEREK’S NECK.

And then Derek pulls away, and he leaves…and then he’s gone.

And try as he might not to be, Stiles is pissed, pissed at Derek for leaving when there was plenty left for him in Beacon Hills, people who needed him…wanted him there. 

And so he goes months without calling Derek, maybe…and maybe ignores Derek’s calls and text (Derek actually bothers to text Stiles and Stiles tries not to feel his heart warm at that)

But then months later, Scott brings him up, and then he sees Derek’s initials in the library on that shelf, and he doesn’t even care if it was really Derek whose initials they are or not, he can’t help but smile.

And feel something GOOD bloom in his chest, something…happy. 

And he can only smile softly as he remembers, remembers their hug, remembers the comfort he felt when they did.

And so what if they might not be Derek’s? Fuck it, Stiles is going to think of them as his anyway, and he finds himself writing, before he really realizes it: ‘S.S.’ in the space to the left of ‘D.H.’ 

AND THAT’S HOW STILES GOES FROM THAT LOOK TO THAT LOOK 

BECAUSE STILES AND DEREK ARE DUMBS IN LOVE AND THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW IT. 

DAMN IT.

Luke never really was one for gazing at the stars but the moment you mentioned how pretty the sky looked at night, thoughts of laying in an empty field with overgrown grass pillowing your bodies as you used his outstretched bicep as a pillow filled his mind. He could imagine all too vividly listening to your voice as you rambled on about constellations he couldn’t see and could almost feel the electricity between your hand and his as they almost touched. He would swear the constellations in the sky paled to the ones swimming in your eyes and it wouldn’t be long before he was standing outside your window on the clearest night of the year with a tiny grin and a blanket, calling up to you to join him, eventually earning you the pleasure of him calling you his Little Dipper right before he leaned over to kiss you.

Taking a much needed vacation and “unplugging” for a month can do wonders. I suggest everyone do it. A couple days, a week, a month..however long you can manage, go for it. Cell phones are overrated anyway. Now I’m back, ready to turn a year older in a few days, and ready to get back to work more than ever. I can’t wait to reunite with Harley Quinn and kick ass more than ever. In the meantime, fill me in on what I’ve missed. How’s everyone’s summer going?

For The Band — Chapter 4

Hey guys! Sorry for the wait on this chapter. I’ve had on and off motivation for this, and it wasn’t until just recently that I got back into the swing of this whole writing thing. So with that that said, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

I wouldn’t have been able to do this without starsmahogany, ohmyjoshiferr, or hungergameshutch for their unrelenting support of this story.


“What are you—“

“Just come with me.” His tone is pleading, rough. I swallow my remark.

“Where are we going?” I ask once we’re in the elevator. Peeta shoves the ‘close door’ button with his thumb, punching in the highest floor number.

“To the roof—“ he says, pointing up. “—it’s the only I place I know right now that’ll be empty, and private enough for me to talk to you.”


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