i spent ages on this ok


Ok but how would he know.

He’s been trapped in a puzzle for 3000/5000 years, right? Was he even conscious in there? How could he hear all the things people were calling him over the ages? And where did he even get “Yami”?

Because I like to think he spent the first few weeks after the puzzle was solved floating around at Yugi’s shoulder like “Who the fuck am I.” And at some point he overheard Yugi’s grandpa explaining the lore behind the puzzle, like:

Solomon: Legends say that this puzzle belonged to an ancient Egyptian pharaoh!

Yami: Sounds legit. That could be me, right? I feel vaguely pharaoh-y.

Solomon: And the hieroglyphs in the tomb where the puzzle was found spoke of a “King of Games!”

Yami: That’s a super cool title, I’m keeping that one.

Solomon: And the inscription on the puzzle reads “The one who solves me shall gain the powers and knowledge of darkness.”

Yami: Guess that’s me. I’m the darkness.

And when Yugi finally gets around to asking him his name he’s like “Ah, yes, my name. I have…many names. So many names. That I remember. Like…Pharaoh. And…King of Games. And. Uh. Uh… *looks down at the puzzle* dARKNESS.”

tldr; “Yami” was totally a line-of-sight name he got stuck with.

There’s no such thing as the Dark Ages, but OK

As a very serious adult, with a respectable career and life, and a healthy ability to let petty shit slide, I spent much too much time last week arguing with strangers on the internet who believe in the myth of the Dark Ages.

The arguments in question focused on a massively inaccurate meme, which some observers of the group pointed out was originally supposed to be about knowledge loss after the burning of the Library of Alexandria, but which some very cool EDGE LORD had changed to be about ‘The Christian Dark Ages’. Please feast your eyes on it in all it’s massive wrongness:

This is, pretty obviously, a bunch of honkey bullshit and also massively incorrect, as many important scholars have noted. As a result, I spent hours of my life – which I will never get back -  pointing out repeatedly that the ‘graph’ in question has nothing to do with reality, and arguing with non-experts about the medieval period.

For the most part – these people were well-meaning. Many pointed out that this was a very Euro-centric world view, and that Asia, Africa, and the Arab world were all making huge advancements in scientific and medical theory at this time. That is absolutely true. White people have never been the entire world. The Chinese had a massively advanced scientific culture by this time, for example, and had been holding it down with hermetically sealed research laboratories since the third century BCE. The Arab world, meanwhile was compiling treatises on eye surgery. Scientific advancement was something that was happening in this period. Europe is not the centre of the world.

Having said that, while it is important to acknowledge that the-rest-of-the-world was making huge strides in scientific advancement during this time, and that Europe and white people are not the entire world, nor responsible for all of human advancement, there was no such thing as the Dark Ages in Europe either.

While everything about the idea of the Dark Ages is incorrect, lets start off with the way the term was meant to be used. The totally ignorant graph above, unsurprisingly, is completely fucking off. Hilariously, the idea of the ‘Dark Ages’ actually originated in the medieval period itself. Petrarch – the poet laureate of fourteenth-century Rome - was actually the originator of the idea that there was a period of stagnation that Europe was moving out of. Petrarch had a political axe to grind. He considered that any point at which Rome – where he lived and worked and had considerable sway – did not completely dominate the world was a BAD TIME. This is not an unbiased assessment of world history.

The actual phrase ‘Dark Ages’ itself derives from the Latin saeculum obscurum, which Caesar Baronius – a cardinal and Church historian - came up with around 1602. He applied the term exclusively to the tenth and eleventh centuries.  However, and very significantly in his use of the term, Baronius was not decrying a state of scientific malaise, or a particularly turbulent political period – he’s talking about a lack of sources surviving from that time.  Indeed, Baronius sees the cut off point for the dark ages to be the Gregorian reforms of 1046, following which we see a massive increase in surviving documentation. Witness an actual useful chart:

When we move into a period where there are more texts to be considered, Baronius argues, Europe moved out of the period of darkness and into a ‘new age’.*

Now this is some real talk. As you can tell from that graph, during the Carolingian Renaissance of the ninth century, we see a flurry of Latin writers emerge, and a lot of text copying. This drops off again until what we term the Twelfth-Century Renaissance – home to this blog’s favourite philosopher/proto-Kanye –  Abelard. (Shout out to my boy.) However, when people use the term ‘Dark Ages’ now, they usually use it to talk about the entire millennium of the Medieval period, and they aren’t talking about source survival.  They aren’t thinking ‘dark’ as in ‘occluded’, they are thinking ‘dark’ as in pejorative.

We can thank the Enlightenment historiography for the expansion of the idea that the medieval period was a bad dark time. Kant and Voltaire in particular liked to see themselves as a part of an ‘Age of Reason’ as opposed to what they saw as the ‘Age of Faith’ of the medieval period. To their way of thinking, any time that the Church was in power was a time of regressive thinking. The Middle Ages, then, was a dark time because it was so dominated by religion. 

The first push back against the term dark ages began with the Romantics. After the, um, unpleasantness of the Reign of Terror, and the major cultural and environmental upheavals of the Industrial Revolution it became fashionable to look at the medieval period as a time of spiritual focus, and environmental purity. Obviously this is a super-biased way of looking at the period – just like it was biased for Enlightenment thinkers to take one look at the primacy of the Church and declare an entire millennium to be bad. I mean, really what the Romantics were doing was just casting shade on the Enlightenment historiography because they felt like it inevitably led to the guillotine. But what can you do?

By the twentieth century historians had moved on from the idea pretty much completely. If you take the time to actually, you know, study the medieval period, it becomes very apparent very quickly that there was a tremendous amount of intensive thought happening. This is the era of Thomas Aquinas – a bad ass philosopher who will think you under the fucking table. Of Hildegard of Bingen – who basically founded scientific natural history in the German speaking lands. Hell, like we talked about last week Rogerius and Giles of Corbeil were throwing it down for major medical advancement. There was a lot going on. On the real, without the contributions of medieval thinkers you would not get Galileo, Newton, or the Scientific Revolution. The medieval period was not a period of stagnation, it was a time of progress.

But it’s not just that the idea of a ‘Dark Ages’ makes no sense when you look at what incredible advancement was happening at the time, it also makes no sense because it implies that stuff was going really well under the Romans. We estimate that somewhere between thirty to forty percent of the population of Italian Rome were slaves. The Romans had total bans on human dissection, meaning that there was no real way for medicine to progress any further than it had by the time of collapse – a problem that medieval people didn’t have. I mean even if you just want to make it about religion - the Roman Empire was Christian at the time of its collapse and had its heads of state worshipped as LITERAL GODS during the pagan era. Somehow every edgy motherfucker with a fedora is totally cool with this and thinks it is super reasonable though. Because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. The Romans were not a bunch of really awesome people living a life of idealised rationality any more than medieval people were all ignorant savages living in fear of God.

Is there a time that historians use the term ‘Dark Ages’? Yeah, we do use it to talk about source survival rates. It’s not a term we use as a value judgment, however. We just mean that we don’t have a lot of evidence to go off of. By the same token – if we somehow move on to another electronic format without converting the way things are stored now, we could be moving into a theoretical Digital Dark Age, where historians in the future won’t be able to study what we are writing now. (And that would be a tragedy, because legit, I would kill to be a historian working on Donald Trump’s tweets in the year 2717.)

We’re now moving away from using the term Dark Ages at all, however, because of the frequency with which it is misinterpreted. I mean, if every basic motherfucker out there who never bothered to read God’s Philosophers (hat tip to James Hamman – this book is amazing) will insist on willfully misinterpreting us, we just ain’t gonna give them the ammo.

What it comes down to is that the medieval period was as vibrant as any other period of history. If you’re going to player hate, go ahead, but please don’t act like you know anything about either medieval or ancient history when you do. There is no period of rational supermen followed by ignorant monsters. There are just people doing their best in the circumstances.

* Caesar Baronius, Annales Ecclesiastici Vol. X. (Rome, 1602), p. 647. “Novum incohatur saeculum quod, sua asperitate ac boni sterilitate ferreum, malique exudantis deformitate plumbeum, atque inopia scriptorum, appellari consuevit obscurum.”


me: *takes a deep breath*
me: i lo-
anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever: yes, you love cremisius aclassi, we know, you love krem so much, he’s the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love kremsicle, we KNOW, you love krem de la creme, you fucking love krempuff ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE KREM BRULEE. WE GET IT. HE’S ACLASSI GUY.  

Coincidence Pt. 2 (Jimin x Reader)

Originally posted by sugutie

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: coincidence was so good jshdj i was wondering if you’ll make a chapter 2

So, the guy you slept with is your new lecturer? Ok. This shouldn’t be awkward. At all. Nope.

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: language, smut

Word Count: 7814 (WHOOPS)

Authors Note: HO BOI IT’S FINALLY DONE. I am so so sorry for the wait, and that I haven’t been putting out fics as fast as I used to, but I’ve spent ages on this one and I am drained lmao. And what makes this even more special, ‘Coincidence Pt. 1’ surpassed 500 notes! I’m so happy that many of you enjoyed my story and thankful to everyone who read it! So without further ado, here is the (long ass) sequel for Coincidence. As always, let me know if there are errors, and happy reading!

 - PART 1 -

 - PART 3 -

 - BONUS -

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…So I finally gave in and I’m selling what is left of my soul to another long running shonen cause why not

I will attempt to do a weekly review of the manga for those who are interested and to organize my thoughts. Before we start, a couple of things:

- I will need some time to get used to the names since there are so many characters, so I will switch back and forth between nicknames, code names and actual names (I still don’t know if people favour first or last names so I’ll use both

- I’m rusty af when it comes to the review business so I apologize in advance

- I already know all the spoilers cause duh I would spoil my own death if I could, so don’t be afraid of spoiling me of anything, chances are I already know and if I don’t I won’t mind.

Izuku Midoriya Begins 

i do love a good origin story

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hope I’m not too late to the bnha oc train but here’s mine! he was a shitpost that became a character lmao (ty @jiliu for helping me develop my son!)

some other notes under the cut that didn’t fit on the image

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Just Roommates?

I like this one a lot because Auston is my babe.  I would defend this boy with my life ok?  Anyways, please remember my requests are always open and i am a huge fan of positive criticism.  


Originally posted by willynylanders

           “Just roommates?  Are you sure? You’re definitely his type so I don’t think you’re just roommates.”  That’s all you’ve heard since the minute you picked up Auston’s sister Alexandria from the airport.  She just didn’t seem to understand why the two of you shared an apartment and she continued to ask.

           “How many times do I have to say that your brother and I are only roommates, friends too I guess but definitely just friends” you say turning up the radio so she wouldn’t say anything else.

           “See, perfect example” she says reaching out and turning the radio down “he blasts the radio so I shut up, it doesn’t usually work.”

           “I think most people do that, well here we are” you smile parking the car in your regular parking spot “thank goodness” you add quietly.

           The ride in the elevator up to yours and Auston’s apartment was quiet, thankfully, and you were thankful to be home until you realized Auston wasn’t home.  Still at practice, the reason he couldn’t pick his sister up.  So, you decided to be a good roommate/friend and pick up his sister.  

           “Would you like anything to eat or drink?” You ask politely helping carry in her bags.  For someone only staying a week she had a lot of bags.  “Auston should be back soon, practice was over at 2:00 and it’s 3:00 now.”

           “We can just wait and go out for a late lunch thing” she smiles sitting down on the couch.  “So, what do you do?  This doesn’t seem like a very cheap place”

           Is she asking if you and Auston share the rent equally?  Is she insinuation that you’re mooching a place to live off Auston. “I’m a student, and I work part time and my parents also help me out a little bit” pausing before I continue “If you’re asking if I pay equal rent I do.”

           “Alex you’ve been here an hour and you’re already pissing off my roommate” thank goodness Auston got back now, Alexandria is a lot to handle.

           You retreat to your room letting them have a little alone time since it’s been so long since they’ve seen each other.  “(y/n)” Auston yells from the living room “we’re going to lunch, come on.”

           What?  You had assumed lunch was going to be a sibling thing, why were you being asked, scratch that told.  Never the less you grab your phone, wallet, and jacket, meeting Auston and Alexandria in the front room.  “Sorry, I didn’t realize this wasn’t a family thing.”

           “(y/n) you’re Auston’s girlfriend you are family” Alexandria shakes her head.

           “Sorry my what?” Auston nearly yells looking directly at you as if you did something wrong.

           “Ok Auston no need to look at me like I have ten heads, she’s been going on about us dating since the second she got in my car” you say slipping into your shoes “plus would me being your girlfriend be that bad?”  One look at his face causes you to break out laughing, causing him and Alexandria to laugh as well.  

           You and Auston have a regular friend/roommate relationship, with a few tequila induced, deep secret confessions here and there and sure he’s an attractive guy but you would never feel ‘that’ way about the Leafs number one rookie.  You couldn’t because he would never feel that way about you.  

           Lunch went by with a lot of questions, Alexandria making comments about you and Auston dating, but mostly laughing at Auston’s expense thanks to Alex’s stories about Auston’s childhood and some more recent ones too.  Alex had passed out around 11:00, after a long day of travelling you were a little surprised she made it that long.  

           You went to be shortly after but spent ages tossing and turning.  Deciding it’s pointless you get up to use the washroom you pass Auston’s room noticing the light still on.  Blaming it on your sleepy brain you knock quietly on his door when a quiet “come in” results you open it standing in the doorway.

           “You’re still awake?” he asks concern laced in his voice and your heart flutters.  Boys didn’t usually show much concern for you, especially boys like Auston.  “Is everything ok?”

           “I couldn’t sleep so I got up and saw you light was on” why did you knock on his door in the first place?  “Why are you still awake?”

           “Too much going on in my head.  Come in, I don’t want to wake Alex up” he says patting a spot on his bed for you to sit.

           “Are you stressing yourself out about hockey again?” This is how conversations have started before.  When Auston was in a scoring draught you talked to him and cheered him up, when every time he got a point the Leafs lost and he thought he was a curse you talked to him and cheered him up, when Matt Martin got into a fight for him and he hated himself for it you cheered him and countless other situations too,

           “No just thinking about some stuff, nothing to worry about.”

           “If it’s keeping you up it is something to worry about” you say quietly while pushing his hair back, a habit you picked up because it annoyed you when it fell over his face “Do you want to talk about it?”

           “Just what Alex was saying about me and you” he paused laughing a little “she’s crazy.” BANG! Did someone just shoot you in the heart? Because that’s definitely what it felt like.  Every muscle in your body stiffening.  Auston took notice because his hand turned your face to look at him before continuing. “Unless she’s not crazy and what she said isn’t crazy and maybe me and you dating isn’t so far fetched.”  

           “I take back my previous statement asking if you wanted to talk about it” you say quickly starting to get up but all your efforts being halted when Auston grabs your hand.  

           “No way, I started there’s no way this conversation isn’t happening.  But if Alex is crazy and you have absolutely no feelings for me we can pretend this never happened” do you have feelings for him, that’s the question here.  “Judging by the pink in your cheeks and the fact that you’ve moved closer to me, and haven’t moved back when I moved closer to you, I don’t think that you think Alex is crazy.”

           Wow, the both of you are really close.  So close you can feel his breath on your face.  When the hell are you ever going to get this chance again?  Based on this you make the decision to just close the space between the two of you and kiss him.  You kiss Auston Matthews.  The kiss is sweet and tentative neither of you really sure it’s happening.

           “I knew it!” is what causes you to pull away “That happened a lot quicker than I thought it would but I knew you two would be together.”

           “Go away Alex!” Auston yells throwing a pillow at her.  

           “I guess now you can go to sleep since we’ve cleared this whole thing up?” you ask him starting to get up from his bed.

           “I’m doing anything but sleeping now thanks to you” he laughs pulling you back down on his bed and bringing your lips back to his.  

           “No sex while I’m here” Alex yells out again causing you to laugh and Auston to tell her to shut up again.  

Your First Date with Peter Parker

So, I’ve never done this headcannon type thing before and it was a spur of the moment decision to write this so… please bare with me.

  • so, the Angel boy would be crushing on you HAAAARRD for YEARS!
  • Fell in love with you pretty much the second he saw you when you guys met
  • shameless staring at you every chance he could

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vanillarainbowpanda  asked:

Hi do you think you could update the Internet/Online tag? This blog is my go-to when I wanna read sterek! You're great!

thank you very much friend!

At least the Road to Hell is paved, I’m not good with Stairways by lady emebalia (emebalia) (16/? | 33,535 | NC17)

When Derek signs up on a BDSM dating site, he expects things to be straight forward. Turns out the road ahead has more unexpected turns than he thought. But at least Stiles comes well equipped for twists and turns.

Opposites Attract by Pigeonpost (6/6 | 23,666 | R)

“Stiles,!” Lydia tapped her Jimmy Choo clad foot impatiently and tossed her long, strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, “ do you want to get laid or not?” The determined glint in her eyes was matched by the sharp edge to her voice.

“Yeah,” Stiles whined, he was thinking more of a deep, long-lasting , loving relationship that led to kids and anniversaries. “but……….”

“But nothing,” Lydia balled her hands and rested them on her hips, “Brett has got to go.”

“But,” Stiles protested, “I spent ages finding,” Lydia’s eyebrow rose disapprovingly, “ok, technically stealing, ” Stiles corrected with a blush, “that guy’s photo from the Internet and hours and hours making up that profile, couldn’t we just keep some of it?”

Lydia glanced at the laptop. “Stiles sweetie,” she said more patiently, “he’s not you, he’s a fantasy you made up and you deserve to be loved for who you are." 

Wishing For You by ironmuffin (1/1 | 5,088 | PG13)

Scott thought that Stiles was being catfish and asked him to sign up for the MTV Catfish to find out if Stiles’ online boyfriend was even a real person or not cause somehow that guy looked photoshop and too good to be truly exists.

When You’re Ready by Julibean19 (1/1 | 3,008 | R)

He wasn’t going to do it again. He wasn’t going to let another date look at him in horror. Derek refused to be seen as a freak. He was just going to find a new job, move out of his parent’s house, and die alone.

“Just one more date Derek, please!” Laura begged, following him down the stairs and waving her phone at his back.

“I said no! You don’t know what it’s like,” Derek muttered, suddenly defeated.

“I know babe,” Laura told him, coming up to wrap an arm around her little brother, standing up on her tippy toes until she could lay her head on his shoulder. “But look at this guy. He’s gorgeous.”

Derek couldn’t resist a quick glance at the dating app. Damnit. Laura was right, as always. The guy was gorgeous. A mole dotted face with an adorably upturned nose smirked at him from behind a pair of square framed glasses, and he could feel his resolve crumbling.


I was worried when I first inherited Claudette that she would be lonely and depressed. I knew parrots were supposed to be social creatures, but I was barely equipped to handle one, much less get her a companion. Aunt June, who had “generously” given the bird to me after discovering how loud and energetic she could be, assured me that Claudette was an independent sort and would be fine on her own.

Claudette and I had a rocky start. I was timid around her large beak and sharp claws and she was slow to trust yet another new person. She’d apparently had a number of homes in her twenty-five years, all of whom had given her up much the same as Aunt June had. That was mostly why I kept her; I felt sorry for her and wanted her to finally have a home, even if it meant a steep learning curve.

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Bonding (Clint X Reader) *Platonic

Characters: Clint X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of mind control

Request: Hey I love your writing, I was wondering if you could please write a Clint x reader where the reader is a new avenger and archer like clint, but they don’t talk to the Avengers and keeps to themselves and clint finds them shooting arrows and they grow close xx

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

Fury found you through another agent. Your uncle’s friend was an agent and he had seen your keen eye and good shot, and Fury overheard the agent talking about you, and decided to pay you a visit.

He saw you were a lot younger than their top archer, and the compliments were not exaggerated. You had quick reflexes, great sight and aim, and you were generally quiet and had managed to sneak up on the director. He offered you the job, and by that I mean he bothered you till you accepted.

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17.04.12 PON! ARASHI Week 3 - ARASHI [English highlight]

Question: Comparing meeting each other for the first time and now, who has the biggest change?

Jun answered Leader
Masaki answered Leader
Sho answered Jun
Leader answered Jun
Nino answered Masaki

Nino’s reason
N: We knew each other for long time, he was not that talkative, he was silent in the past. He is not such a person to fight again kangaroo and lion. That was unimaginable.
S: You two were always together weren’t you, during Jr. time. The two families also get along well isn’t it?
N: Yes.
S: When was the first acquaintance?
N: Concert.
M: Nagano Sun Plaza.
A: I didn’t appear on that concert.
N: You came for interview.
A: Right right right.
N: That was probably the first time we met.
A: We met there, and went home together.
N: Nagano to home is a straight line on Sobu Line.
S: I see.
A: Right.
S: Then when you two went home, Yama P was with you two?
A: We went together.
N: Together. And Kazama.
A: And then YamaP, Kamenashi.
S: Eh~ Sobu Line was such luxurious [to have you all in].
N: Right.
A: Fufufu very luxurious. I went farther than YamaP. When YamaP reached the station, I called YamaP’s mother, telling her that YamaP was about back home.
M: YamaP didn’t have mobile.
A: Yes. Because YamaP was small then.
N: YamaP was like a kouhai close to us, once after a concert it was snowing, when we went home, YamaP was troubled by a man. The man said “What’s wrong with you?!” to YamaP, that was not good, and since I was senpai, I had to help him. Then I went to them, and I slipped on snow. And then YamaP kneeled to ask me if I was OK. Such episodes were countless.

Aoki: These friends who have spent your teen age together, after 20 years, you are going to perform special programme together [ARASHI ni Shiyagare 3-hour Special featuring YamaP and Kame in This is MJ].
S: It would be an impressive episode.

* Just highlight, not verbatim.

TITLE: His secrets
CHAPTER NO/ONE SHOT: Chapter three
NOTES/WARNINGS: Some swearing. Not a very long one but I haven’t updated it in a while so wanted to get one done for you as quickly as I could 😊


Chapter two

Pietro made no movements to indicate he knew what you were talking about. Instead, he furrowed his eyebrows and asked what you meant. You tried to speak but your voice got caught in your throat so instead, took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes.

“Y/N, what are you talking about? What have I done?” He looked genuinely confused. There was another few seconds of silence before at last, you spoke once more.

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The Adoption

Part Four

“Where’s Ghana?”  


“Where’s Africa?”  I pointed down.  Lucy giggled, “It’s not in the floor, Daddy.”

I smiled as I reached over to tickle her,

“I meant south, Silly Girl.”  She squealed when my fingers made contact.  I pulled back and handed her a pair of shoes, “Put them in the suitcase like I showed you.”

It had become somewhat of a tradition to have Lucy help me pack whenever I was headed somewhere.  Kind of our last hurrah to spend some quality time together before she was without my guidance.  I knew she also liked the one-on-one time.  Plus, she was really good at packing, a hidden skill I didn’t realize she possessed.

She tucked my tennis shoes in, turning back to look at me,

“Is Africa fun?”

I nodded, shrugging my shoulders gently,

“Lots of fun.”

“Can I go?”

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anonymous asked:

Hey guys, i was wondering if you could update the stackson tag? I also wanted to say that you guys are doing a really great job!! Thank you for being such amazing people and working so hard for this blog :)


Anonymous said:do you have any fics where Stiles is dating a guy in the pack and it’s fine? no one gets mad or thinks its a joke? for like stackson or steter or something, you know?


Anonymous said:Hey guys, I was wondering if you knew any good stackson fics? no angst please!!


Anonymous said:do you have any loving or affection stackson fics?

Originally posted by leinyperezx33

OMG. So much stackson! - Anastasia

First Christmas by hazelNuts

(1/1 I 366 I Teen)

inell asked: “Stiles/Jackson. First Christmas together”


(1/1 I 472 I Teen)

“A complete and total moron,” Stiles continued. “A – a -.”

“Lovesick fool?” Kira offered.

Stiles pointed at her with his free hand. “See, she gets it. Yeah, I’m a lovesick fool.”

I don’t think you’re ready by Fic_Zorro

(1/1 I 891 I General)

It’s a fluffy piece.

But You Are Married to an Asshole by OnTheGround2012

(1/1 I 1,089 I General)

When Stiles wakes up after surgery, he has to face his husband.

Bubbly by LauraElizaStilinskiHale 

(1/1 I 1,459 I Not Rated)

Everything was perfect, everything was great. Heart swelled with affection and they were happy.

He ruined it. He was broken. A camping trip. A sad epilogue.

Touch Me Cruelly by thepistolgirl

(1/1 I 1,643 I Explicit)

what they once were, they can never be again

but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing

aka: library hate-fucking ft. accidental feelings

a little deal by foxerica (ericaismeg)

(1/1 I 1,672 I General)

Jackson keeps coming back to Scott’s vet clinic, and Stiles kind of loves that he’s an over-involved pet owner.

But we get along when I’m inside you by dragon_temeraire

(1/1 I 1,172 I Explicit)

He and Jackson have a lot of casual sex, but what happens when Stiles discovers that he wants more? 

Chocolate Muffins, Nightmares and Some Xbox by OnTheGround2012

(1/1 I 2,147 I General)

Once Stiles is released from the hospital, Jackson visits him at his house during his recovery. Aka every love story has a beginning.

At Least One “I” In This Team by clotpolesonly

(1/1 I 2,483 I Explicit)

Jackson looked down at the sheet of paper that had suddenly appeared in his lap—bubble letters spelling out “TEAM” with the negative space of the “A” colored in to form the letter “I”, the caption proclaiming “there it is, the ‘i’ in team, hidden in the a-hole.“—then over to the person who had put it there.

“Really, Stilinski?” he asked flatly. “Really?”

“What?” Stiles said, oblivious tone completely at odds with how fucking smug he looked. “I thought you’d appreciate it. You love self-portraits.”

Forest For Trees by eastofoktober

(1/? I 2,540 I Mature)

In which neither Jackson or Stiles grew up in Beacon Hills but they are like 100% sure there’s something strange about this town. 

Move My World by LauraRoseMalfoy

(3/? I 2,267 I Explicit)

Set after the kanima incident, what would have happened if the pack had convinced Jackson to stay?

Also, Scott is already the Alpha.

According to Plan by lydiamartin (dwinchester)

(1/? I 3,767 I Teen)

How I Met Your Mother Father.

Second Chance at First Pack by TVTime

(1/? I 6,946 I Teen)

The last two years have been difficult for Jackson Whittemore. He never found a pack in London and grapples with constant loneliness and psychological trauma from his time as the kanima, but when he reconnects with Stiles Stilinski over Instagram, he finds himself being offered a second chance at a first pack.

Can I Phone A Friend? by damnfancyscotch

(3/? I 9,473 I Teen)

The worst part is that, this time, Jackson actually didn’t do a damn thing to cause trouble.

At twenty one, he’s enough of an adult to admit that he’s been the source of the majority of his problems over the years.

It’s called personal growth and he’s pretty damn proud of himself for getting where he is now.

But, seriously, this time, he really didn’t do anything.

why were we fighting the whole time? by Thatbookishgirl

(5/5 I 17,832 I Explicit)

Jackson comes back to Beacon Hills after things fall apart in London. Derek welcomes him back into the pack, but no one was expecting him to have a daughter in tow. Their presence throws some people off, Stiles being one of them. How will they learn how to navigate their tricky friendship after so much has changed?

Opposites Attract by Pigeonpost

(6/6 I 23,666 I Mature)

"Stiles,!” Lydia tapped her Jimmy Choo clad foot impatiently and tossed her long, strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, “ do you want to get laid or not?” The determined glint in her eyes was matched by the sharp edge to her voice.

“Yeah,” Stiles whined, he was thinking more of a deep, long-lasting , loving relationship that led to kids and anniversaries. “but……….”

“But nothing,” Lydia balled her hands and rested them on her hips, “Brett has got to go.”

“But,” Stiles protested, “I spent ages finding,” Lydia’s eyebrow rose disapprovingly, “ok, technically stealing, ” Stiles corrected with a blush, “that guy’s photo from the Internet and hours and hours making up that profile, couldn’t we just keep some of it?”

Lydia glanced at the laptop. “Stiles sweetie,” she said more patiently, “he’s not you, he’s a fantasy you made up and you deserve to be loved for who you are.”

theresadunn  asked:

Movie night at the castle!

“Sit down, shut up, move over, wait no I need to get up, Mrs. Potts can you see? Chip you’re not going to believe this, come help me set up the screen—”

Lumiere isn’t flustered, exactly, but he is in the highest key of preparation Belle has ever seen. If “Be Our Guest” was Lumiere climbing to the highest mountain peak of his ability, then preparing for this movie night is approximately the equivalent of launching him into space.

Belle sat back and snuggled into Adam. All around them was hustle and bustle: Chapeau quietly putting the projector screen together, Chip and Lumiere arguing over which way to put the long rolls of film into the projecting device, Mrs. Potts fussing and fetching blankets, sweaters, cups of tea, glasses of lemonade, and anything else that felt appropriate for this “movie” night. Belle still couldn’t quite believe movies existed—this was 1700s France, after all, yet the fact remained that just this afternoon a box from America had arrived at the palace, straight from some place called “Hollywood, California,” and while everyone else was puzzled, Lumiere had gasped for joy and rifled through its contents with an obvious recognition.

“What a collection!” he had cried. “The Wizard of OzThe Fellowship of the Ring, and Singin’ in the Rain—Star Wars, eh, I wonder what that is—oh! Oh, mes amis, this is it, this is the one we will watch.”

So now they sat, under the strictest orders from Lumiere to get comfortable and prepare to be wowed, while the maître d’ got everyone into chairs and yelled back at the kitchen to see if Cogsworth was ready. The major domo was ready; right on time, to be exact, as the ten bowls of popcorn he had spent the evening preparing were all still hot, and now came out in their buttery, salty goodness. With a last wave of his hand, Lumiere seated the last few members of staff, and set the film to rolling.

The Princess Bride?!” cried Adam. “Lumiere, is this a romance?!”

“Shhhh,” whispered Plumette. “He’s ok if you talk during it, but don’t criticize. And anyway, this is a good one.”

“Wait, you’ve seen this too—”

But then it was too late, and they were all watching a little boy (“about my age!” “yes, Chip” “can I have whatever he’s playing with?” “no, Chip”), and then watching his grandfather (“about your age!” “I am certainly not that old,” huffs Cogsworth) come in and sit down and pull out a book.

Ooh, thinks Belle, I think I’ll like this. It’s about books.

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