msdistress said: I saw that civilized werewolves being super competitive when it comes to other packs, and now I can only imagine an AU where (adult) Stiles and Scott are renting a house together, and Derek moves in the same area. And while the McCall pack and the entire Hale pack (Talia, Laura, etc.) are on civilized terms, Scott and Derek just can’t help themselves. And maybe a part of the showing off is actually a way to impress (court) Stiles, as in “My lawn ornaments are much nicer than his!”
So this is kind of that, but kind of not? This is pretty silly :) Happy Halloween!
“You’re not dead,”
Stiles says as Scott bangs open the door and shucks off his shoes in the next
movement. They hit the wall and then bounce into an ungainly pile in the middle
of the hallway that Liam will no doubt trip over when he gets home.
“Nope,” Scott says.
He looks confused by that part.
“So… That’s good?”
Stiles has pumpkin guts all over his hands, but offers Scott a fist bump
Scott follows Stiles
back into the kitchen and then plops down across from Stiles’s half-finished
jack-o-lanterns at the counter. He’s a couple weeks early, but Halloween has to
be taken seriously. These are practice pumpkins.
Scott says, “It was
weird. I think they’re all models. They force-fed me pie.”
Stiles arches a
“I mean, the pie was
great,” Scott says, face screwed up. “I think they were happy I ate the whole
Werewolf metabolism, Stiles thinks sourly. He’s getting to
that age where he has to watch his beer and pizza intake. It sucks. He says,
“I’ll make them brownies,” and then apparently it becomes a thing.
Stiles doesn’t know
if the Hale pack are actually all models, but they’re definitely taking the
supernaturally hot thing to a whole other level.
Scott’s betas are
reasonably attractive, sure, but Liam’s the size of a cave troll and Mason’s on
this whole hippie-chic kick that makes him look like a train hobo.
Stiles holds out the
plate of brownies and tries not to stare at Erica’s boobs. Boyd has the bulging
chest of a roman gladiator and Stiles could cut his hands on Isaac’s cheekbones,
Stiles says, “Nice to
meet you guys,” and Erica’s lip curls up and her hands hover around the
plastic-wrapped plate like it’s made of poison and-or possibly oatmeal. He
waggles the plate back and forth. “Promise they’re wolfsbane free.”
And then Jackson
fucking Whittmore comes swanning down the staircase and Stiles says, “You’ve
got to be shitting me. Jackson?”
says with a scowl.
“Lydia told us you
got eaten by a giant lizard.”
harder. “Fuck off.”
Stiles would like to
say that the addition of Jackson makes the pack less appealing, but despite
having the personality of a canned ham, Jackson still looks like he was carved
out of marble. Balls.
And then someone
says, “Do I smell chocolate?” from behind Stiles and he definitely does not
jump three feet into the air, but it’s a close call.
He flinches and spins
around and says, “Fuck my life.”
The hottest mountain
man Stiles has ever seen is frowning at him and Stiles wants to bury his entire
body in his beard. He wants to weasel his way under that soft-looking Henley
and lick his collarbones. Stiles is ninety-nine percent sure this is Alpha Derek
Hale, even though Scott had failed to prepare him for the way Derek’s eyes are
eating Stiles’s soul.
holds out the plate of brownies.
Derek takes them with
a resigned silence. No one else is saying anything either, and the back of
Stiles’s neck is starting to prickle with unease. Are they going to eat him
now? They’d moved into town so Liam and Mason could go to the local college, expecting
some kind of resistance, territorial posturing, possible brawl for dominance, but
Scott had been tirelessly optimistic—even more so since the pie eating thing.
Stiles slinks around
Derek, hands up. He says, “I’ll just, uh… leave now,” and backs down the
sidewalk so he can see any kind of attack coming. He’s got a taser in his back
pocket and he’s not afraid to use it.
The Hale pack all watch
him with narrow, calculating eyes and Jackson gives him the finger.
Stiles thinks that if
this is the way they react to brownies, he’s going to bake them a
@teaandqueerbaiting - your post exposing Sherlock as the waiter in TEH got me thinking. And as we discussed its implictions over breakfast this morning, my husband pointed out that John Watson always reminded him of the Hobbit!
Now, brace yourself - I think he might be right. Look:
See what I mean? I think they are the same person.
But now comes the point of my post. We all wondered how John Watson could escape the well in TFP when his feet where chained to the bottom. But it’s easy, child’s play even, if you know what to look for. John Watson’s big secret:
His feet are detachable! Problem solved! Isn’t that neat?
BTW, that’s why we never see John Watson barefoot… even in this most revealing scene, they cut the frame just above his ankles as to not give it away:
Facial marking maps of all the cows of the Herd. I was supposed to do all of them in the brown, but the raw silk copic marker died on me, so only Cross Horn got colors, the rest have to work in grayscale.
Also pondering names, again. Do you think Cross Horn would be best to describe the way that frill horn curves over itself? Ash Foot is also tentative, I couldn’t make up anything smart from the face alone, so I decided she has white sock markings on her front feet. I wouldn’t mind feedback on that.
I should explain- there’s this picture of a preserved foot going around which is claimed to be that of a dinosaur. First off, A PRESERVED FOOT IS THE COOLEST THING I HAVE SEEN ALL DAY, but this is not a damn dinosaur foot. It’s a Moa foot.
Moas were giant birds that lived in New Zealand; nine different species, and this was the smallest. They’re really amazing animals and New Zealand is an amazing biological niche, so they have that going for them. Think of upgraded ostriches. Anyway, the point I’m trying to make here is that this foot is really great, but I implore you to know what the hell photographs are even documenting before you go posting them.
Stiles starts out with three jack-o-lanterns in front of their modest little pack house, but when he sees Derek staple-gunning orange lights around the entire front of their porch, he comes home with a six foot dinosaur skeleton with glowing red eyes.
No one actually hangs Halloween lights unless they’re going to war.
Stiles and Derek have some kind of unspoken Halloween decorating competition that also involves baked goods and flirting.
“Can you set up the lights over here. I want to make sure this set is perfect!” Your friend stammered.
You nodded and did as you were told. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched her pace back and forth around the pool area. Moving things around. Making small adjustments here and there. You can tell she was nervous.
“Come on Y/F/N, it’s not like you haven’t shot a celebrity before!” You chuckled.
She snapped her gaze at you and shrugged. “Yeah, but never anyone this gorgeous!” She squealed.
“Who is it? You haven’t even told me who the special guest is.” You spewed, throwing the props into the pool.
She flashed a cynical smile as a soft snarl escaped her lips.
Her phone went off, breaking the silence.
“Yea I’ll be right there!” She muttered. She slipped her phone back into her pocket and giggled like a little kid. “Oh my god, he’s here. Okay, get ready.” She flashed a wink.
You furrowed your brows but ignored the fact that she still has yet to tell you who you were taking photos of.
She liked to keep you guessing. Having you sit on the edge of your chair.
You took one last look at the set up, before you heard soft chatters, along with laughter. Obviously it was mostly your best friend that was giggling.
“Chris, this is my best friend slash assistant, Y/N.” She muttered.
You turned on your heels, and froze immediately as you laid your gaze on him.
There he was. The man you gawked over since you watched him on Parks and Rec.
“Y/N this is-”
“Andy-I mean owen-I mean Chris! Shit! Sorry.” You croaked, feeling the blood rush up to your cheeks from stumbling over your words.
His lips curled up and he let out a soft chuckle. “Damn, I have so many names!”
You couldn’t help but giggle. Something you did when you were nervous.
He kept his gaze on to you. Watching you fluster in your stance. He couldn’t help but think just how beautiful you are.
“Anyways, we should get started!” Y/F/N demanded. “Chris, there’s some clothes left out by the bathroom.”
He only nodded and started for the back. He glanced over at you, catching you staring back at him. And every time your eyes locked, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
As he was out of sight, you looked back at your friend.
“Can you believe it? Chris freakin Pratt!” Your best friend squealed. “Aren’t you excited? He’s so cute. Ugh, I think I’m in love.”
You rolled your eyes, and shook your head. “He’s just like anyone else, only difference is, he’s on a movie.”
She stuck her tongue out and turned her back to you. “I don’t care. He’s gorgeous. I don’t think I can focus with him around.”
Chris got into the swim trunks and shirt you had picked out. And might you add, he looked extremely handsome.
“Let’s get this shit started! Whose ready to party?” He yelped, raising an eye brow, and looking between you and your friend.
“Awesome! Uh can you uh grab that dinosaur floatie by your foot?” She hesitated. “Just do whatever you want.”
He nodded and retrieved the floatie into his hands. “This awesome! Do I get to keep this when its done?” He asked.
“Nope! Sorry, but you can’t have them, I already called dibs!” You croaked.
Chris snapped his gaze to you, a smile slowly creeping on his face. “Oh, is that so?”
You nodded, as you crossed your arms over your chest.
“I’ll play you for it!” He stammered. “Let’s race. From the door to the fence. Loser gets to keep the dinosaur.”
You pondered over the idea for a moment, and caved. “Sure why not. Though you are going to lose.”
He stood straighter in his stance, and flashed a smirk. “Oh it’s on! You’re going down.”
“Yea okay, old man. We will see about that.”
Your best friend couldn’t stop giggling as she captured this moment.
Both you and Chris made your way to the door, and positioned yourselves for the race.
“I’ll go easy on you. I know it can be nerve wrecking to go against someone as sexy as me.” He winked.
You rolled your eyes and let out a loud cackle. “Someone is cocky.” You met his gaze and smirked. “Don’t worry, at least you will get a better view of my ass when I pass you up.”
Before he had time to respond, you pushed him down and darted toward the fence.
Chris couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled himself up and followed behind.
As you were just inches away, you slowly touched the fence, taunting him for losing.
His breathing was heavy, as he finally reached your side. “You’re a cheater! I could have totally beat you if you didn’t-” he paused taking in a deep breath.
“What was that? Is someone being a sore loser?” You chuckled.
He rolled his eyes, his smile growing more and more as he watched you laugh to yourself.
“Rematch!” He croaked.
You shook your head. “Maybe. But we should really get this photoshoot done.” You exhaled.
He nodded in agreement. “Ok, but this time, instead of the dinosaur, we play for something even better.”
You furrowed your brows. “And what’s that?”
“If I win, you have to give me the dinosaur, but if you win-” he paused, flashing a cynical smile. “You have to go out with me.”
Your friends mouth dropped. Her eyes growing wide as you and Chris locked eyes with one another.
You tried to refrain from smiling. act as if he was just like anyone else. And sure, you weren’t one to go crazy over celebrities, maybe be a fan of their work, but nothing far from that.
But something about him made you want to spend more time with him.
“Deal.” You muttered.
His lips curved, letting out a soft chuckle. He shook his head, his cheeks burning as he flustered in his stance.
He turned to your best friend and took in a deep breath.
“Well, how about those pictures.”
All the bird ones were the most hilarious yo me, and I am not entirely sure why. XD lmao. The best.
Geese literally take over our parking lot from February to June because this is their breeding ground. Mother Goose builds a nest on our corner annually and the dad patrols the parking lot.
This results in him harassing customers regularly.
We had to put carts up against the building because he would just fucking stare at his own reflection for hours, leaving a trail of goose turds. When he was shooed away from the windows, he started going after cars.
Most days, I drive in to work and he’s right there. Right there in the parking lot. And as soon as I put my car in park, he starts circling me. I’ve been late to work TWICE because he’s waiting for me to get out of the car.
He just fucking STANDS THERE and waits for me to either move or attack and I can’t do anything because I am scared shitless of this 20 pound web-footed dinosaur. (And also the law.)
You honk your horn at him and he just fucking HONKS BACK like he’s not threatened by a one-ton hunk of metal that can MURDER HIM into tiny little bits. He’s not scared of you OR your death machine! His children are fucking protected by the US Department of Agriculture AND the US Fish and Wildlife Service. Can’t. Touch. Dis.
And all I wanna do is get out of my car and get into the building with as little injury as possible. Do you know how hard it is to explain that you’re walking funny because you got bit by a goose? It’s fucking embarrassing.
According to entertainment weekly reports that the comics company now plans on launching a new title this fall that doesn’t star an already popular white superhero. Titled Moon-Girl and Devil Dinosaur, the series will feature the adventures of pre-teen genius Lunella Lafayette and friend that happens to be a 30-foot dinosaur.
In 1978, Marvel comics published Devil Dinosaur, a story by Jack Kirby about a red Tyrannosaurus Rex and his caveman-like friend, Moon-Boy. The series itself was short-lived, but come this fall, the world will once again be introduced to the adventures of Devil Dinosaur ,and this time, his companion won’t be a caveman named Moon-Boy, but instead, a pre-teen super genius named Lunella Lafayette…otherwise known as Moon Girl.
Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur is Marvel’s newest female superhero, and at the helm of the book are writers Amy Reeder and Brandon Montclare , artist Natacha Bustos , editor Mark Paniccia and assistant editor Emily Shaw. According to Shaw, the genesis for Moon Girl came from a simple conversation between the creative team, when they realized Marvel had a limited number of characters that all ages could relate to.– Read more @ EW