i wish money grow on trees

outtoshatter  asked:

Hi! I absolutely adore you guys, thank you so much for your hard work! I just now got to a computer so I could check and nerd!Derek hasn't been updated in 10 months, so I was wondering if you could possibly, pretty, pretty please update that? :D (Not gonna lie, I combed through the FAQ to make sure I did this right. I'm a disaster.) Thanks either way! <3

awesome thanks for that. honestly <3

Delayed Gratification by Siriusstuff (1/1 | 8,144 | NC17)

One thing after another interferes with Stile’s and Derek’s date night plans.

Summer Lovin’ (Happened so fast) by Linneus (1/1 | 22,046 | NC17)

Stiles loved the sea. He wished he could, but money wasn’t growing on trees, so he had gone whenever possible.
This summer, with college ended, he and his friends had decided to spend a full month there.
They are all part of the Hale pack, with Laura and Derek as Alphas, but being younger, Stiles and the gang haven’t had much time to spend with the Alphas, and they have barely met the other betas before. And Stiles thinks this summer isn’t going to be different, even though he’d like to spend more time with the whole pack.
Stiles is unaware of the fact that they are going to spend their vacation with them, since Lydia is the one who organized everything.

Taking place at the Hale’s summer house, with a flustered Stiles discovering that the teenage crush he had on Derek isn’t just a crush.

Featuring sea, food and full moon run, with a little bit of smut that is always welcome!

Changing by inatshej (1/1 | 9,561 | PG13)

Stiles is the strangest omega that Derek has ever met. There is nothing clear or simple about him and Derek has never been this interested in anyone, or anything. Stiles doesn’t really feel the same.

You make a first impression by Vendelin (1/1 | 1,900 | PG13)

Derek winces, as Stiles slides up next to him, and throws an arm over his shoulder. He’s wearing a pink party hat, and is holding a half-empty solo cup.

“Derek,” he breathes, seemingly awestruck. “I didn’t think you’d show up!”

Or the one where Derek has been crushing on Stiles since the first time they met, but been too shy to confess.

Eight Feet of Water by redeyedwrath (1/1 | 1,172 | G)

In which, BHHS decides their students need to spend an afternoon in a pool and Stiles is braindead because Derek Hale - Stiles’ crush and nerd extraordinaire - has abs and biceps out the wazoo

Grey Rainbow by LoveActually_rps (1/1 | 12,657 | R)

“Stiles?” Derek glanced at Stiles’ sleeping form. He didn’t even twitch. Derek continued. “If we…” his lips curved in a fond smile, fingers moving to smooth the creases of Stiles’ eyebrows, his voice coming as whisper. “… as in, you and me - If we get a chance someday… any day, to be together, y’know? I wouldn’t mind you wooing me with flowers and all that cliched romantic shit. And you can even flirt with me. I approve.”
He gazed at Stiles’ calm face for a long while before drifting off into quiet slumber with the sound of Stiles’ soft snoring in the background.
[aka, after pinning for his best friend for four years, Derek learns his teenage crush is easy, but his life isn’t]

love thy neighbor by haleofStilesheart (1/1 | 1,122 | PG13)

“Someone taught me that the flowers are actually fairies and the petals are their hair. I think your dog killed a small village in my garden this morning.”
Derek didn’t know what to say. Or what to do.
His unfairly gorgeous neighbor, Stiles―the one who always forgot to close the blinds in his bedroom when he got dressed and sang off-key in the shower loud enough that Derek could hear him in his own bathroom every morning―was standing on his front porch looking utterly exasperated with a dark smudge of dirt high on his cheek and a mangled pale pink rose in his hand, roots and all. 

atom to atom by jadore_hale (2/2 | 8,983 | PG13)

“So, you’re telling me that you hate Derek so much that you wouldn’t leap at the chance to jump his bones?”

“That’s different!” Stiles cried.

“How exactly?”

“Because unfortunately for me, Derek’s hotter than the Earth’s mantle. All we need is one rough hate-fuck— Preferably in the chem lab, role-playing sexy chemist while he bends me over one of the tables—and I’ll get him out of my system. That’s as far as our relationship will ever go.”

Stiles glanced across the cafeteria to where Derek was still fail-eating his lunch and sighed so put out.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make fun of Derek eating organic baby carrots.”

anonymous asked:

why are you a cam whore?

Oh, there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Money don’t grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
And ain’t nothing in this world for free
No I can’t slow down
I can’t hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

  • nt, having to pay 2 extra dollars for drink at movies: what . the . fuck. this is such *kicks chair* BULLSHIT! *slams coins down on table* this is fucking ridiculous * reddening in face* this stupidFUCKINT government! taking all my goddamn earnigs. money doesnt grow on motherfucking trees. *throws infant* i hate. you all.
  • someone: i know!!!
  • me, being forced to function daily when i have migraines, anxiety and constant stress and contemplate suicide every day: i really fucking wish i didnt have to do this project alone, its really painful and its so fucking hard i just want to end it all.
  • someone: jheez... complain much? get some help maybe? sheesh . get over yourself. not that big a deal....
Oh, there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Money don’t grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
And ain’t nothing in this world for free
No I can’t slow down
I can’t hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked - Cage The Elephant


anonymous asked:

if you had one wish (meaning no wishes for more wishes, or more genies/jinn/supernatural creature that grants wishes) what would you wish for, and why?

just one?

I’d want telekinesis (total control of the ability).

Like let me tell you, I don’t really want to wish for money, or for fame, not even a romantic tale. I just want an adventure. It sounds a bit selfish there, but I’d like a change of pace in my life. Imagine having to make up excuses to run off and save the day? Finding clever ways to hide your face while crime fighting.
Just feeling completely good out of simple deeds like getting a cat out of tree.

It’s just all really appealing. Even if people tell me “you don’t know what you are signing up for tho! It would be dangerous!” I hardly had a voice growing up, even now I can’t make much of a difference.  I still would make that wish. I’d want to try and make some good, even if no one would know it was me-…

………. goddamnit. I’m madoka.

I’m going to sit in the corner and think about my life now.