i can't even with these dorks

Your two complicated sons

Expectations:

Reality:

If it weren’t for Yuga Aoyama, I’d dub him as the sparkly boi.

I’m on a heckin’ roll today. Finished the episode with the battle between Deku and Shouto. It was… intense.

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Amazing Smaylor prank trivia! (+ Return of The Bloody Kleenex Heart) (x)

“Well… you are not wrong”.
“That means I’m right, right?”
“Name’s Cassian, by the way”.
“Jyn. And I’m still right.”

Jyn ends up texting with an handsome stranger who miswrote someone elses number.
Cassian ends up texting with a pleasent stranger who can’t cook anything edible.
Jyn really needs help, Cassian really loves to cook.

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if you need me i’ll just be crying happy tears of endless love for these RFA dorks

I just watched a french fry challenge on YouTube where you are blind folded and have to guess where different fries come from, and now I want an AU where Stiles is a vlogger who challenges Derek to the french fry challenge and if Derek loses, he has to go on a date with him. 

Despite being a french fry connoisseur, Stiles loses the game. He tries to play it casual, tries to be a good sport about it, but he’s actually just plain miserable that he won’t get the chance to take Derek out on that date and woo him. He knows it’s stupid but he just….really wanted the chance to prove to Derek he can be romantic and deserving of him and all that couply jazz. He wanted one setting where he didn’t have to be careful about flirting with Derek too obviously. One night where he could just look a him without feeling self conscious when Derek caught him and chalk it up to the “Stilinski date experience” or something equally as pathetic.  

Basically, he just wanted one night to know what it felt like to hold Derek Hale’s hand (if Derek would have even let him). 

Derek leaves and Stiles mopes for the rest of the day, trying not to feel sorry for himself and utterly, utterly heart broken. Again, stupid, but he’s been pining after Derek for years. He’s considering going to bed early when his door bell rings and standing there, dressed in a fancy cardigan with a bottle of wine and - several bags of….chicken based snacks? - is Derek, asking if he’s up for “another challenge”. 

Stiles loses again but it’s okay because the moment Derek wins, he turns to him and with a grin that can only be described as the love child of ‘shy’ and ‘shit eating’ (if that is even possible), he cups Stiles’ cheek and says, “I’m going to claim my prize now.” 

The kiss tastes like chicken and too much salt but Stiles doesn’t care because it’s the best kiss of his entire life and his stomach won’t quit doing somersaults.