meet us in the black hills

Derek shows up to his first pack meeting after moving back to Beacon Hills wearing worn out jeans and a faded flannel, chest hair popping out near the top. His beard is full, his hair is longer, almost long enough for a bun, his eyes have smile lines. He’s happy. 

Stiles walks in late, his hair disheveled, his jeans a little tighter than they used to be, his black teeshirt clinging to his arms and chest in a way that made Derek’s mouth go dry. And don’t get him started on the tattoos, the vines and runes that twist up Stiles’ arms.  

“I thought I heard someone brooding,” Stiles says before he really even sees Derek, but when he does his jaw drops, “Who are you and what have you done with Derek Hale?”

And Derek, he laughs, “Hi Stiles, you look good.”

“Me?” Stiles sputters, his heart racing and his eyes wide, “Have you seen yourself? You look like a sexy lumberjack.”

Derek’s eyes go a little wider, his lips tug up in a private smile. It’s like they’re the only two people in the room. All he can hear is the steady beating of Stiles’ heart, all he can smell is the cinnamon and clove scent that is Stiles, all he can see are those honey brown eyes, at least until Scott clears his throat. 

“Uh guys, can you maybe eye fuck some other time? We’ve got three trolls in the preserve and we need to get them out before they kill someone,” Scott says, eyes darting between his returned pack member and his emissary. 

“Yeah, sure, yeah, we can fuck later,” Stiles says sounding a little dazed. Derek swallows and nods, eyes still on Stiles.

“That’s not what I said,” Scott mutters, turning away from the two of them and back to the rest of the pack, “I think we’re going to have to take care of this without Stiles and Derek’s help.”

“Can you manage that?” Stiles asks, shaking his head a little, “Something just came up and I’m busy now.”

“Just go,” Scott says with a small laugh. 

Stiles and Derek are out the door before Scott’s done talking. They emerge from Stiles’ apartment two days later both smiling and holding hands. 

anonymous asked:

Uhm... I-I have a plot bunny for you. Kakashi and Obito where Obito is a water creature of some sort, like a selkie or a siren, and he meets Kakashi when they're both really young. Kakashi has a new best friend, but Sakumo (who knows all about fairies and their tricks, after the naga prince Orochimaru disappeared and broke his heart) is concerned. So, he asks to meet Obito, and is surprised that instead of a tricky fae he's just been tackled into the sand by a hyper child of the sea.


Sakumo is just a little worried, that’s all.

He stands on the porch overlooking the crooked path down to the sea, twisting the chain of the pendant he normally wears around his fingers. It’s a bad habit, and he always thinks he might be loosening the setting, twisting the metal out of shape. Thinks of one day reaching down to touch it and finding the ruby gone, lost forever along the paths he walks. His heart clenches just imagining it, this last gift gone and never to return, just like the sly, beautiful, cunning prince who once pressed it into his hands.

That’s the reason he’s fretting over Kakashi, really. He’s seen the signs—bits of coral, sea glass from far shores, shells that can only be found in the deepest places, pearls larger and brighter than any that land-dwellers can reach without dying in the process. He’s found bits of seaweed in Kakashi’s hair, swept the sand from his room in the mornings when he knows it had been clean the night before. Watched the way he eyes the ocean as it breaks, with something very much like longing.

Sakumo’s sword rests on the chair behind him, cleaned and polished to a mirror shine. He hasn’t carried it with any regularity since Kakashi was born, but he keeps it in repair. There are too many dangers not to, and sometimes he can earn a few coins guarding a traveler on their way. It’s not something he wants to use now, in any way, but if Kakashi’s safety is on the line, he won’t allow himself to do anything less.

He thinks of Orochimaru, of waking one morning to an empty bed and an empty home. It’s impossible to regret any choices that gave him Kakashi, no matter how he still mourns both his wife, a dear friend if nothing else, and the naga prince who stole his heart, but—

But he wants to save Kakashi the grief that he’s felt all these years, of adoring a fey creature with a mind half-full of magic and too many dreams that leave no room for more human kinds of love.

Kakashi is stubborn, smart. He won’t listen to Sakumo, not at first, but Sakumo has to try.

He hears footsteps in the dirt of the path and drags his eyes up from the ruby in his fist. Kakashi a coming, steps light, a smile on his face and a string of fish dangling over one shoulder. They’re not fish that swim anywhere near these shores, but Sakumo smiles regardless, waves to his son, and allows himself to enjoy the way Kakashi lights up a little when he sees him.

“Kakashi,” he says warmly, leaning down to offer a hand up onto the porch, since Kakashi rarely deigns to approach from the front and use the stairs. “Did you have a good day?”

“It was decent,” Kakashi says decisively. There’s a flower tucked behind his ear, one the grows near the mouth of the river that empties into the sea. It’s a fair distance from the house, and worry twinges at Sakumo’s chest again. Too far for him to hear a call for help, should it come.

When he manages to wrestle the feeling under control, Kakashi is watching, dark eyes faintly narrowed. “Are you okay, Dad?” he asks, tipping his head. “You look like a constipated frog.”

There’s nothing in the world better for the ego, Sakumo thinks wryly, than having children. “I’m fine, cub. Just—wondering if you’ll ever introduce my to your new friend.”

Kakashi blinks, but doesn’t bother asking how he knows. For a brief second, he glances down at the ruby pendant Sakumo is holding, then away, and says with perfect disinterest, “If I’d known you wanted to meet an idiot like him, I would have introduced you weeks ago.”

An idiot? Sakumo raises a brow, but doesn’t try to argue; this is already more of a concession than he expected, honestly. “Well, maybe I was waiting for you to bring him up,” he says mildly, tries to inject it with the crushing parental disapproval via sigh that his own mother always used to devastating effect, and apparently doesn’t do too badly given the way Kakashi winces.

“It wasn’t a secret,” his son tells him witheringly. “And besides, I don’t have to tell you everything.”

Sometimes, Sakumo is absolutely, entirely certain that he won’t survive Kakashi’s teenage years. If he’s already like this at seven, there’s no hope left at all.

“No,” he agrees, and keeps his tone light. “Of course you don’t. But I like knowing about what makes you happy, Kakashi.”

There’s a long pause as Kakashi stares at him, evaluating his sincerity. Then he nods once, decisively, and says, “He should still be near the beach, because he’s a loser who never gets anywhere on time. You can meet him now.” He hurries inside, leaving the door swinging, to lay the fish on the counter, and Sakumo takes the opportunity to belt his sword around his waist and clasp his pendant back around his neck. Kakashi will notice it—Kakashi notices everything, much to his chagrin—but he probably won’t say anything.

Then the rapid footsteps are back, and Kakashi takes a flying leap off the porch to land in the sun-gold grass. “Come on, Dad,” he says impatiently, looking like he’s going to dart back and start tugging at Sakumo’s belt the way he did when he was younger. “Before he leaves!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Sakumo protests, stepping down and following Kakashi’s path as he hurries back down the hill. Ignoring the track, Kakashi takes the shortcut across the stream, then down the steepest part of the incline, and hits the dune well ahead of Sakumo, who isn’t quite reduced to running just yet. He watches his son disappear around the edges of the dune, and when he rounds it Kakashi is already halfway to the water, though he’s finally walking again.

“Idiot!” Kakashi calls, pitched to annoy, impatient as anything, and Sakumo strangles a groan. The very least Kakashi could do not to get killed by a magical creature would be refraining from insulting it, so of course throwing around insults is the very first thing Kakashi does. It’s probably how he introduced himself, knowing him.

“I’m not an idiot, you jerk!” a voice shouts back. Young, Sakumo thinks with some surprise as he scans the water. There’s a flash of iridescent scales among the waves, and the next time one breaks it leaves a shape behind. A long, looping tail, dark blue with a sheen of orange-gold scattered throughout, flared, feathery fins streaked with the same colors, pale skin, dark hair chopped short. A siren boy, just pulling himself up on the sand, and the soldier in Sakumo is assessing, calculating, weighing the risk of a child who clearly hasn’t even managed to change forms yet.

The rest of Sakumo wonders what a siren boy, so young and without mastery of his own power, is doing alone on the surface, far, far away from any siren chorales.

Then he turns, pushing himself up to sit as he twists to face Kakashi, and Sakumo’s eyes track over the deep scars all up and down his right side. Cold certainty sets into his bones, and he releases the hilt of his sword as if it’s burned him. Sirens are vain to a fault, and scarred chorale members are usually driven out.

Gods, but how long has this boy been alone, cast out and thinking himself unwanted?

Kakashi and the siren are still bickering when Sakumo makes his way over to them, and it sounds angry and cutting and irritated, but Sakumo knows his son better than that. Kakashi looks fond, and even if Sakumo doesn’t know the other boy, he’s fairly sure that light in his eyes is the very furthest thing from hate.

“—wouldn’t have bothered,” Kakashi is just huffing when Sakumo nears. “But my dad wanted to meet you, and he’s the only reason I—”

“Your dad?” the siren interrupts, and his dark eyes are wide with excitement, clearly not taking any of Kakashi’s bluster to heart. “He wanted to meet me?”

“Of course I did,” Sakumo says lightly, and smiles as both boys jerk around to look at him.

“So slow,” Kakashi complains, crossing his arms over his chest. “Dad this is Obito. He’s an idiot, so don’t listen to anything he says.”

Sakumo rolls his eyes, just a little, but crouches down so that Obito won’t have to crane his neck looking up at him. “It’s nice to meet you,” he says warmly, watching those black eyes widen, and gods, the boy is adorable. Especially for a flesh-eating, sailor-drowning monster of the depths, but, well. No one’s perfect, and if Obito hasn’t drowned Kakashi yet the world at large is probably safe. On instinct, he reaches out, ruffling wet hair a little, and offers, “Would you like me to carry you up the hill so you can eat dinner with us? Those fish—you must be the one who caught them, right?”

Without warning, Sakumo’s arms are suddenly full of wet skin and slick scales as a baby siren wraps his arms around his neck and hugs him tightly. Sakumo overbalances, too startled to make a sound, but Obito doesn’t let go; if anything he clings tighter, and says in a tone that’s close to desperate, “Thank you! Yes! Yes, I really, really want to!”

Sakumo chuckles, picking himself up out of the sand. “Of course. The least I could do for someone who caught us such a fine dinner,” he says lightly. He gets an arm around Obito’s back, the other underneath the glittering tail, and hefts him up.

The fin still curls on the ground, and he hesitates, not wanting to drag it through the prickly grass, but before he can say anything Kakashi heaves a disgusted sigh and stalks over, hefting the feathery end up in his arms. “Can we just get this over with?” he demands, though Sakumo can see his cheeks are a little flushed.

“Bakashi,” Obito complains, flicking his tail slightly, and Kakashi makes a deeply offended noise as it slaps him in the face.

Sakumo hides a grin. That’s certainly not how he and Orochimaru interacted. And…maybe it’s selfish of him, but he’s a little glad Obito doesn’t have a chorale to go back to, that he’s alone. Maybe he won’t disappear on Kakashi just when he thinks their happiness is assured.

Before he can ask how in the world they met, small fingers are at his throat, touching the ruby there lightly. There’s a soft sound of wonder, and Obito looks up at him, expression startled. “This is the same necklace the trapped prince is wearing,” he says. “How does a human have it?”

Sakumo would swear his heart entirely stops beating.

Trapped?” he croaks when he can finally manage to draw even a partial breath again.

Obito tips his head, like the question confuses him. “Yeah. He’s been sleeping at the bottom of the forest river since before I was born. My selkie friend says her mom told her there was a battle with the sea witch Danzō, and an earth goddess and holy monk helped the prince but even though they defeated Danzō he trapped them in the forest.”

Nine years. Nine years Orochimaru has been trapped and sleeping and waiting to be rescued, so close at hand, but—Sakumo hadn’t known.

He looks towards the forest, a dark shadow on the horizon, and takes a breath.

Well. It looks like his sword is going to see a bit of use after all.

The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 10) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Deal”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Chris Argent, Gerard Argent, Noah Stilinski & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Black goo.

A.N.: I know that Gerard is fine and well nowadays in the canon universe, but for my purposes, he’s still coughing up black shit and in a ton of pain. Also, fun fact for anyone who watches/reads it, but I was SUPER inspired by The Magicians and how they use their hands in performing their magic.

Summary: Stiles, Scott, Isaac and Y/N go to Beacon Hills to see Gerard.

Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven

Originally posted by bloggergirl29

Stiles stood in the Beacon County Sheriff’s Department with you. He brought you with him so that you could meet his Dad and finally get to see Beacon Hills, even if it was just for a day or two.

“Dad, this is Y/N Y/L/N… Y/N, my Dad.” Stiles gestured back and forth, a wide, mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Hi Sheriff, Stiles has told me so much about you.” You shook his hand.

“Well, Y/N, I’m glad to finally meet you. Unfortunately, my son has told me literally nothing about you because he never calls. Is he going to class, Y/N?” Sheriff Stilinski questioned you, while staring at Stiles.

“Dad..” Stiles whined.

“Umm..” You looked back at Stiles, who had sat down and was shaking his head while smiling. “Well, he has two classes with Scott and I’m pretty sure he goes to those..” You answered.

“Except for today…” The Sheriff said with a raised eyebrow.

“Today is Sunday, so I don’t have class but tomorrow is a personal day, Dad.” Stiles said as he rose from the couch in his dad’s office and grinned. Noah shook his head at his son.

“So where’s Scott and why do you need to talk to Gerard Argent?” The Sheriff asked his son, concerned as to why he came home on a random Sunday in the beginning of February.

“Scott and Isaac are talking to Mr. Argent and we need to talk to Gerard about the Bestiary. Lydia has this theory that someone tore the pages out that mentioned the vampires. We all agreed that it’s hard to believe that Gerard never came in contact with any.” Stiles explained.

“I’ve gotta say, Stiles, you couldn’t find a school that didn’t have vampires and witches and who knows what else?… no offense, Y/N.”

“None taken, I was looking for a school like that too.”

“It’s not my fault that Scott and I are thrust into these situations. Anyway, we’re fine, Dad, we’ve got it under control.” Stiles reassured his father, as he patted him on the shoulder. “Scott texted me, we’ve gotta go.” He hugged his Dad. Noah sighed, knowing if he wasn’t able to control his son when he was still under his roof, he certainly couldn’t do it when Stiles lived in Berkeley.

“I’m on patrol tonight with Parrish and Derek. We’ve got a small wendigo problem that we’re working on, but I can still take you out for dinner. I’ll see you both at 7?” Sheriff Stilinski asked.

“See you at 7, Dad.” You waved and followed Stiles back to his Jeep.

You all crowded the small room, stepping over crumpled up tissues, covered in an unidentifiable black substance, that littered the floor. The yellow flowered wolfsbane that Chris had given his father years ago had lost its effect and the black oozing blood had returned. You and Stiles stayed back against the walls, watching as Chris Argent, Scott and Isaac spoke to the decrepit, old man in the wheelchair, in the middle of the room.

“And why isn’t she a part of the deal?”

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“My Aunt Jane wanted to meet you, but she’s off at a convention. And my godmother, Pepper, is running the tower while dad and dad are here having dinner with us. But you’ll meet them next time! And maybe Ms. Hill, Mr. Coulson, and Mr. Fury will come!”


I'll Show You (Part 4) - Theo Raeken Imagine

❁ (not my gif, cred to sweet owner) ❁

A/N: Sorry for making you guys wait for so long but it’s finally here! I’ve rewritten this part 5 times now and I’m still not sure how I feel about it. Hopefully it’s not that bad. I hope you guys’ll like it.


Note: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Pairing: Theo x Reader
Warning: A hint of violence.
Word count: 3301

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anonymous asked:

Favorite sterek fics?

So i’ll inevitably miss a few but i’ll try my best.

He Who Sleeps in the Buff is in for a Rude Awakening

2k - GOD. I’m still convinced that this fic was WAY longer the first time i read it. It’s adorable and precious and I love the idea of Derek being comfortable and happy for a change.

Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways

8k - super good misunderstandings and awkwardness

No End of Romance

11k - Derek gets cursed to have everyone EXTREMELY attracked to him, and Stiles helps him with it, cue confessions

Upon My Skin

6k - Stiles keeps getting tattoos and Derek decides to, well, lick them to help the healing process. Eventual slight sexy times

It’s Free (And Always Will Be)

31k - Fake/pretend relationship. Derek’s magazine Clawbook is close to going under, as they’re seen as anti-human, so to fix this, Laura decides Derek should get married to human model Stiles. Whom Derek may have a ginormous crush on.


5k - super short but really good. Filled with sexual tension. just read it

Taking the Bus to Chinatown

13k -  Stiles’ home economics teacher forces him to knit mittens. Nobody wants Stiles’ mittens, but then Stiles offers them to Derek, and Stiles is pretty sure Derek does these things purely to drive him crazy. What else could it be?

Excess of awkward Derek. Amazing

Little Talks

5k -  In which Stiles is a stripper, and Derek is the always-polite regular at the club where he works.

I might have a thing for this kind of AU, this is one of my faves in this area

When You’re Ready

3k - Super short but so worth it. 

Laura keeps trying to set Derek up, but due to injuries from the war, dates don’t tend to stick around. He decides to try one more date with Stiles.

Gravity’s Got Nothing On You

83k - Another Fake/pretend relationship fic. 

Derek and Stiles live in the same apartment, and Derek’s family is going to visit for 3 weeks. A stupid decision to pretend to date, some mysterious magic, and all kinds of scent marking and falling for each other, combined to make an AMAZING story.

A (Sort of) Fairytale

25k - Stiles gets turned in to a fox, permanently. The pack tries to help, but Derek ends up helping the most.

[Sleep]Walking After You

56k - Derek is a sleepwalker who keeps wandering into his downstairs neighbour’s bedroom.

Stiles is pretty sure the hot guy from the park is going to kill him in his sleep. He knows he shouldn’t have been so obvious about objectifying the guy’s really fine ass.

Too bad it turns out Derek is easier to get along with when he’s sleeping.

i’ve re-read this so many times. its a gem.

Can I Keep You?

16k - Stiles moves in to a house where the teenage spirit of Derek lives. Warning, i totally cried reading this. Also, there IS a happy ending.

Lock All the Doors Behind You

25k - After the aftermath of a Bad Thing, Derek becomes feral. Stiles is the only one who can go near him.

Another one i’ve read multiple times and still ADORE

Intro to Art for Non Majors

13k - Derek is an art professor, Stiles has to take a mandatory art class

Chante Une Nouvelle Chanson Pour Moi

13k - Stiles Stilinski has been at Hogwarts since his first year, okay. That’s six years of experience. He knows how Hogwarts works, how it operates. He’s not quite an expert or anything, but he’s pretty damn sure he knows this school.

So why the hell have they waited like a million years to start taking transfer students?

And why is he the only one who can’t get a French date?

‘Linksi’s Late Night Antidote to Lame

13k- Where Stiles has his own college radio show, and the mysterious, faceless Derek is his number one fan. Also there’s this really hot guy he keeps meeting in the library who totally hates his guts.

Another classic. You need to read this

Spin for You Like Your Favourite Records Used to

20k -  Stiles is, weirdly, the only one who stayed in Beacon Hills. He works as an apartment renovator and has dinner with his dad and Melissa every Friday. Life is good and quiet up until he meets a big black dog that seems to understand human language a bit too well. But as it often is in Beacon Hills, nothing is ever as it seems.

So much GOOD. Humour, awkwardness, pining. All the yes.

Every Step You Take

50k - Stiles accidentally ends up magically bonded to Derek. Forced bed sharing, sexual tension. All the good stuff

Famous Last Words

62k - This is a 6 part series. Where Derek and Stiles decide that if they’re ever in a fuck or die situation (literally), that they’d be each other’s sex buddies. 

A mix of smut and emotion and crazy magical stuff. It’s great

I’ll Do Anything You Want (Just Please Don’t Ask Me to Forget You)

8k -  Derek and Danny are flatmates. Danny is an alpha who helps omegas through their heats. Stiles tries to hire Danny for the night and comes across Derek, who has been harbouring a secret crush on him since high school. Derek thinks that Stiles doesn’t know who he is, but Stiles still needs someone to help him through his heat, and Derek is more than happy to oblige.

Summary explains itself but oh god it’s so GOOD. like i didn’t expect it to be this good. If this is your thing, go read it.

No Homo

84k -  Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.

REEAALLLY slow burn. A lot of Stiles being SUPER unaware that he’s not straight

There are SO many more, but these are at the top of the list. Check out here for the rest of the fics. I’ve got 250+ sterek fics so far. Gaaah

Black Lies and KitKats

Derek’s mom told him that love is beautiful, with one of those same smiles that everyone got when they talked about Peter’s wife. That sort of past-tense sad reserved for loss that’s worth bringing up again.

Because love is beautiful.

He believes it, that’s the problem. He sees it in her eyes when she plays, mixed up in petty anger and dusky browns. He sees it in the way she leans towards him when they talk, and the way his chest opens up when she’s near by. Derek thinks, This is beautiful.

But, it’s not. Because his mom said—she said love is beautiful—and Paige is vomiting black on to the dirt floor, writhing in pain, babbling out promises and pleas no teenager should ever have to speak. No one should have to ask for help to die, it shouldn’t be this hard. It shouldn’t be this ugly.

He breaks her, and it breaks him.

Love is ugly.

He believes that for months. Long months of time that crawl by with the ever present memory of black, acrid love in the back of his mind. Derek learns to avoid touching people, learns to filter the guilt-induced hallucinations from reality.

He wakes up to inky black in his bed. Not real. Not real. Not real.

The girl touching his arm after the basketball game has black hair—too much like his sisters, yuck—but nothing more. Nothing Paige.

There’s a young boy watching him from the woods. He doesn’t feel real enough for Derek to acknowledge him.

Life goes on like this for a year, and it’s fine. He knows people can survive without love, he’s watched his uncle happily survive for this long.

Until someone sneaks in. No, Kate pushes her way into his life with groping hands, secrets, and little promises that sound more like demands for love and sex and so many good things. She’ll make him feel good, make him strong, make him love her.

Derek doesn’t love her, love is a black mess spewed into the dirt. Love is a dead girl under a tree.

But he takes everything else she offers, because he’s never lived as easily as Peter has, and he’s young. He needs attention, feckless affection with no consequences. Meaningless feel-good. No one will get hurt.

The boy from the woods is back, staring at him across busy police station. Derek’s too fucked up to care if he’s real or not. The next time he looks up, there’s a KitKat on the floor in front of him, and the boy is gone.

Love is a dead girl under a tree.
Love is a home turned tomb.
Love is a lie told to his last family member.

Laura comforts him in their loss, and Derek loves her too much to tell her the truth. They’ve run away from the blackened wood and burning flesh to a city that smells just as bad. It’s not home.

Their first night there is spent in a one room apartment, no electricity, and one mattress on the floor that they collapse into, both of them sobbing so hard Derek fears his heart will finally rip free of his chest.

It doesn’t, he survives.

Derek’s sister tells him that she needs to go back to Beacon Hills with one of those same smiles that she got when they talked about their family. She tells him she wants to visit Peter, to see how he’s doing. It’s a lie, but Derek lets her go.

Because love is beautiful.

He’s there, again. In the woods. He knows it’s him, even years later. Scents don’t change much, unless you lose everything that makes you you. Which is why his immovable uncle Peter smells like something different, something more dangerous than the man he once knew. The boy, however, is the same.

KitKats and a sad smile from the woods.

Derek makes him leave before he thinks too much about events leading up to those memories.

The problem is, they’re persistent. These damn teenagers are everywhere, stepping into his business, getting bit by the rabid alpha, doing stupid, stupid things. A lot of it, in the name of love. Friendship. Family.

Love is a dead girl under a tree, Derek tells himself.

Love is a tomb turned home.

Love is a lie that killed his sister.

Love is…

He finds himself thinking the words at night, while wounds heal and the dust settles. Peter, Scott, Argents, Alphas. Fight, kill. protect, promises. Screaming and arguing, throwing barbs.

KitKats on the doorstep of his tomb-home.

Stiles remembers. Stiles, somehow, sneaks in. And this time, it’s actual sneaking. He moves into Derek’s life like a thundercloud. A low, warning rumble as it moves across the sky, a crackle here or there to let you know what you’re getting into.

Stiles is a spark in a bleak world.

Love is…

Love is a mistake, ill-informed choices taken out of a dead girl’s hands.

Love is memorial, no, a memory.

Love is the lie his sister used to save his life.

He finds Jen.

She’s a blip in his life, the seconds between one extreme and another. Toxic wasteland meet ice age.

It still hurts, but she’s a blip.

Love never even comes into it.

When he finds Stiles in the dirt, screaming, he knows this is it. He’s invested, he’s given away parts of himself again, he’s believing again.

So when Stiles—skinny, defenseless Stiles—brings a plague of murderous amusement to Beacon Hills, he’s already decided what to do.

And he does everything he can to bring Stiles back from wherever he went. Somewhere in the black, under the roots, is that spark.

It takes some time, but with no hesitation, they drag Stiles, kicking and screaming, back to reality.

And it’s not perfect, that’s not how life works. It’s as messy as black rejection spilling into the dirt. It’s as trembling and fragile as the burnt-out-shell of a home in the woods. It’s as many twists and turns as a well told lie to protect someone you love.

But it’s too late for Derek, and it’s too late for Stiles.

Because Derek will do anything to save that stupid kid frowning at him through the trees. He’ll kill everyone before he hurts that confused boy who leaves KitKats for crying murderers. He’ll die for guy who will die for him, because love is…

Love is Stiles.

And love is beautiful.


                                          Two Cali Niggas🤘🏾 ✊🏾

     Late post but a couple days ago the fam @kinginwitdario stopped by the dispensary to help a nigga make runs. 👌🏾 I appreciate that shit bruh we did that in half the time, you definitely quicker than my employees haaa. On our last delivery the homie wanted us to chill with him and try his Northern Lights Strain. That indica had us stuck, I was hittin the bong so hard damn near forgot I had to get back to work to clock out haha 😂😂😂

     Anyway made it to SF last night and about to meet up with D at Hippie Hill n get fried. Happy 4/20 yall, stay lit 💨 💨

He knew his room was in the old Witch House—that, indeed, was why he had taken it. There was much in the Essex County records about Keziah Mason’s trial, and what she had admitted under pressure to the Court of Oyer and Terminer had fascinated Gilman beyond all reason. She had told Judge Hathorne of lines and curves that could be made to point out directions leading through the walls of space to other spaces beyond, and had implied that such lines and curves were frequently used at certain midnight meetings in the dark valley of the white stone beyond Meadow Hill and on the unpeopled island in the river. She had spoken also of the Black Man, of her oath, and of her new secret name of Nahab. Then she had drawn those devices on the walls of her cell and vanished.
The Dreams in the Witch House by H.P. Lovecraft

The Dreams in the Witch House Collage by Harry O. Morris, 1979.

Mystic Messenger Fanfic: a secret among the flowers

Other places to read: AO3 / FF.Net

When Jumin arrives at the flower field, V is already there. Even though he doesn’t make a sound, V’s head shoots up, his attention dragged away from the colorful blossoms that surround him, and he smiles.

“You’re early,” he says, and then his smile fades as he notices Jumin’s expression. “I’m guessing the meeting with your father wasn’t pleasant.”

“That was to be expected.” Jumin sits next to V, close enough that their shoulders brush with the tiniest movement. “Every meeting with father is always the same.”

“Trying to get you to agree to marriage again?”

“Hum,” Jumin says, which V takes as confirmation. “He brought another girl this time. Her father has remarkable military power under his command, which my father certainly thinks could be useful.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Jumin notices the sadness that passes over V’s face as he guesses what was left unspoken - could be useful in the war against your kind

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La La Land -- (Ardyn Izunia x Reader) Ch. 3

Hey guys, I just finished chapter 3. Hooray! ^_^

I’m sorry if this one is a little scattered, as it is 00:06 in the evening and I am running on only 6 ½ hours of sleep at the moment. But, when inspiration hits you, you have to write unless you lose it.

Anyway, big shout out to everyone who has been reading/liking/reblogging this story. I really appreciate it, thank you. So lets get started!

Tagging: @poisonous-panda, @valkyrieofardyn, @maty-yami, Thank you for your feedback guys. ^_^

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anonymous asked:

Hey, so I've pretty much devoured the omega!stiles tag, are there any omega!stiles fics that take place with both Derek and stiles in highschool? <3 YOU

Okay Anons and s0nic-the-screwdriver!

I have some fics for you! 

(also we added college AUs to this list because creative liberties and such)

Knot if You Don’t Knock by jsea, and marguerite_26

13,737  I  Jock Derek, Mates, Scent Marking, Possessive Behavior


Stiles never expects to present as an omega – that’s something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong.

His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.

Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds. by LucifersHitman

21,096  I  16/16  I  Bullying, Flirting, BAMF Stiles


Stiles always knew finding a mate would be hard for him. He’s not bright and beautiful like Lydia, or strong like Danny or adorable like Scott.

He was just Stiles, ADHD riddled fox kid who loved to draw.

Derek Hale was everything, popular, strong, smart and gorgeous.

They get put together on an English assignment and it doesn’t go at all like Stiles expects.

Star-Crossed by cloudsarefluffy

32,949  I  4/4  I  Canon Divergent, Jock Derek, Magic Stiles, BAMF Stiles


My friend sent this to me on Tumblr: “I officially challenge sunshinexlollipops to write me a fluffy Sterek fic. No angst except for one small paragraph and it can not be major. High school AU. Stiles is a nerd, Derek is a jock. Tutor!Stiles. They fall in love.

Challenge accepted, Krista… Sort of?

Derek clears his throat quietly, resuming his plan on retrieving the boy’s mythology book, “Y-You dropped this…”

“I know, but- thanks.”

The boy snatches the book out of Derek’s hand with his mortification filling the air in a sharp, heady scent that has Derek’s wolf mentally salivating, “You’re welcome… Uh, do you know where the tutor session thing is supposed to be?”

“T-That’s me,” with another addition of pink to his cheeks, the boy rushes to correct himself a little, “I mean, I’m the tutor here and this is supposed to be- oh god, I’m really butchering this, aren’t I?”

You Look Like Bad News (i gotta have you) by standinginanicedress

38,954  I  Secret Relationship, Mating Cycles/In Heat


Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb.

Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn’t even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record.

The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man…it was great.

Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin’ Bravehart and have sex with Derek all over again.

Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.

Use Your Hands and My Spare Time by ADevilsHunger (Dream_tempo)

49,901  I  6/6  I  Knotting, Misunderstandings, Angst, Threesome, Foursome

Sterek paired with: Liam Dunbar, Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall


A smutty high school AU wherein hormones dictate society, Derek and Stiles are misunderstanding asses, Scott repeatedly meanders into bone city, Liam just wants to be barefoot and pregnant, Jackson can’t see past the tip of his own dick to the love that’s right in front of him, and Isaac doesn’t have time for any of them.

Aka, my treatise on emotional and physical intimacy between teenage boys.

Alpha and Omega by XX0Jessie0XX

58,579  I  16/16  I  True Mates, Miscommunication, Secret Relationship


High School AU: Derek is the head Lacrosse player at Beacon Hills High School and Stiles is an Omega that no one really knows. Stiles had been talking to someone online and wished they would meet up in real life but he knows it won’t ever happen. He could only wish.

Thorns (series) by standinginanicedress

60,585  I  5/5  I  Claiming, Courting


Stiles is more than positive that all the alphas in Beacon Hills have it marked on their fucking calendars in black sharpie – the third week of every month, Stiles goes into heat, and it’s the single most confusing week of his life every time. In general, it’s nice to be doted on like this, it’s nice to get mountains of new things he’ll either use or give to the donation box for humans in need or Scott, and it’s nice to get all the attention. Most of the time, it’s nice to get all the attention.

But sometimes…Stiles just gets fucking sick of it.

or the one where Derek finally plucks up the courage to court Stiles the way he deserves

Hidden Omega by Akinasky

105,356  I  40/40  I  Scent Marking, Mating Bond, Threesome (between Sterek and OMC)

Explicit  I  Part 1 of the Hidden Omega series

As Stiles leaves for college, he must hide who he really is and then he meets his roommate and likes him … a lot only there is no chance for him to fill the needs that Stiles has as an Omega. Then he also finds his Alpha, Derek Hale (of course) and they all struggle to find their way and learning more about the special aspects of being an Omega and trying to have a unique relationship that will never be typical especially with Stiles, pushing and bossy Stiles as the Omega.

Hope y’all like the fics!

Love and internet hugs,

Fluffy Wolf

Ghosts, Witches, and Zombies...Oh My.

I said I was going to make a Fall/Halloween rec list. So here it is, I love ghost stories, so there is a few of those. There are also zombie fics, witches and a vampire. …. maybe some love for pumpkin spice too. <3

*Can I Keep You? wearing_tearing

After practically being raised watching Buffy, The X-Files, and Ghostbusters, Stiles liked to think his reaction to seeing a shimmery shadow resembling a seventeen year old boy floating ten inches above ground and glaring fiercely at him wouldn’t be to let out a high pitch scream, try to karate chop him, and then, when that obviously didn’t work, throw a basketball at him.

A basketball that just went right through the boy’s stomach.

or, the Sterek Casper AU.

*Come with Me and Walk the Longest Mile DevilDoll

“Stiles shouldn’t accept rides from werewolves he meets behind abandoned convenience stores.” In which the zombie apocalypse is just one of their worries.

*Fall(ing) damnfancyscotch

Stiles LOVES Fall.

*here in the forest dark and deep grimm 

There’s a boy in the woods.

There’s a boy in the woods and he’s always there, rain or shine, day or night.

There’s a creaking in the hall and a knocking on the door and no one is ever there.

Five people died in this house and Stiles Stilinski is not at all sure they’re gone for good.

*Historically Inaccurate asocialfauxpas

Stiles is surprisingly okay with all the weird shit that goes on at Beacon City Historic Ghost Town - ghost lights, howling, pianos playing on their own. Having to work closely with the surly blacksmith is another matter.

*Hunger For Your Touch Who Natural

“I got you, my dad, a gorgeous home… a freaking cat… Guess I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

It does.

*In This Twilight How Dare You Speak of Grace secondstar

Zombies. Stiles always knew the world would end this way. 

*The Jelly to His Doughnut blacktofade ( must have an AO3 account to read)

When Derek moves into his new house, he doesn’t expect it to be haunted by a teenage ghost called Stiles.

*Just a Little Hocus Pocus secondstar

On All Hallow’s Eve when the moon is round,
a virgin will summon us from under the ground.

Stiles lights the black flame candle, bringing three witches back from the dead who need his soul to survive the night.

*Outrun Your Ghosts wangler

When Derek Hale arrives at the Beacon Hills Young Adult Rehabilitation Center, he plans on keeping his head down and serving the rest of his time in minimum security peace. Stiles Stilinski changes all of that.

*Spook: A Ghostly Love Story in Three Parts zosofi

Derek is fifteen when he dies. He’s been fifteen for six years when he meets Stiles.
And then suddenly… suddenly things start looking up.

*they call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone standinginanicedress

“Since you’re so sure, what’s the proof that you have that he’s not a vampire?”

Feeling like he’s the only sane person left on planet earth, Derek rolls his eyes heavenward. “First of all, there’s not a mound of dust sitting where he used to be -” he gestures upwards towards the sun like behold, the light, and Scott’s jaw tics, “and second of all, he’s never done anything even remotely suspicious.”

Which is true. The most malicious thing Stiles does is watch television late at night and talk to himself – two things that Scott and Derek can hear crystal clear through the walls of their apartment with their werewolf ears. That being said, neither of them have ever heard Stiles muttering something like who shall I prey upon tonight or I must get my coffin ready for my slumber. The most suspect thing Derek’s over heard over there is the crinkling sound of way too many snack foods.

*Time Is Numbered By Days secondstar

It’s been fifty four days.

*when the highway takes me paxlux

It’s been a hundred days.

jessie2289  asked:

Hey I lve the blog got any more new 50k+ or 100k +? I got a few days off need something to read.

here’s some above 50k (have a lovely couple days off!)

Don’t Let Me Live A Tragedy by SuperMARVELous (2/2 | 99,207 | R)

Stiles Stilinski’s life is anything but normal, from being implemented into the supernatural world, to trying to survive his final year of high school. He doesn’t exactly know how he gets into so many messed up situations, but he doesn’t intend to back out of them anytime soon. He’s learned that no matter how hard you try to keep yourself out of danger, sometimes fate decides the rest.

The Nearness Of You by triggeringthehealing (froggydarren) (10/10 | 55,891 | NC17)

College is an experience that’s different for everyone. Of course, Stiles dives right into the fray. Having already made friends before he started, he’s pulled into the college’s student parliament, the nightclub at the dorms, and – most importantly – into a dorm room with all his friends right next doors. That includes the elusive, tall, dark, and mysterious Derek Hale. And maybe a few too many poetic descriptions that Stiles absolutely doesn’t have from Harlequin romances. They’re Isaac’s, okay, he just happens to share a room with him and Scott. And the bathroom. Which they also share with Derek, and it’s not going to be a problem at all. Featuring meddling friends and siblings, college shenanigans, fancy ballrooms, and curly fries.

The Second We Said ‘I Do’ by Jiaxing (19/19 | 53,056 | R)

Stiles is an aspiring digital artist who is struggling to open his own advertising company. He’s also in ‘friends with benefit’ term with the rising pop idol Theo Raeken. One day, his father summons Stiles home and tells him that his deceased mother had one last wish that has not yet fulfilled by them. Her will was: to see Stiles marries one of her best friend, Talia Hale’s, children, once Stiles graduated from uni. Half-heartedly, because it was his mother’s wish and motivates by the fact that his father threatened to freeze his allowance and capital to establish his company, Stiles complies to be married off to the Hale. He’s supposed to wed Cora Hale, Talia’s youngest daughter, a petite brunette. He may get to like his bride, since he’s into brunettes. However, on the wedding day, his ‘other half’ is not petite at all, and definitely not a brunette. Not only he’s a he, the said other half has a face of a serial killer, despite all his hotness. That day, Stiles is married to one Derek fucking Hale.

Drawn That Way by ChloeWeird (13/13 | 52,120 | R)

Derek is settling in (badly) at his new job at a gym in New York City. The job is fine, his co-workers seem alright, and his apartment is great, if a little lonely. The only problem: The infuriating guy who keeps sneaking into the gym to use the showers.

Past, Present, and Future by Code_Zackary (8/? | 53,751 | R)

Deputy Derek Hale has just become a single parent, after adopting abandoned five-year-old Isaac Lahey, and drowning in his new responsibilities as a father, and Alpha. Add the babysitting of his new rookie partner, Jackson Whittemore, and the weight of his past bubbling to the surface, Derek isn’t sure how he’s going to keep his head straight.

Meanwhile, Stiles Stilinksi returns home to Beacon Hills to give his son, Scott Stilinksi, a better quality of life. However, raising a werewolf pup, as a human, is something he struggles handling on a daily basis. Stiles wishes nothing more than to find a werewolf willing to show his son “the ropes”, so Scott can fit in with all the other pups come the first day of Kindergarten. But where would he ever find a werewolf willing to help a human?

When the two meet, their struggles in life will come to the forefront, as the loners become an invaluable support system for each other, and build a unique Pack all their own.

Worlds Apart by siny (16/16 | 92,506 | NC17)

Derek Hale, Heir Prince of Betonia and Italy, meets Stiles Stilinski, college boy.

Fade to Black by oblivions172 (26/26 | 62,488 | NC17)

What used to be known as The United State of America is now a wasteland, demolished by war. Four kingdoms arose from the ashes, each possessing one part of the land. Stiles Stilinski is from the Kingdom of Beacon Hills forced to marry the future King of Blackwood across the four lands. Derek Hale, the future King of Blackwood didn’t like the idea of marriage anymore than Stiles but neither of them had a choice in the matter. But when the King is assassinated, Stiles and Derek must flee the kingdom to protect themselves after learning that they are targets themselves. Someone wants to destroy Blackwood and the only way to save it is to get both princes back to Beacon Hills before all out war begins.

Gods and Monsters by Gia279 (24/24 | 81,516 | NR)

Prince Derek and Crown Prince Stiles have been betrothed since Stiles was a year old.

Unfortunately, Prince Derek has been living in the woods, as a wolf, for nine years.


Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader

Request; Prompt 15 with Derek would be great 😊

Prompt;  “For the record, I was trying to be a good person.”


Prompt List

Two hours. He was two hours late. This was definitely a new record. Sure, there were times when he’d show up twenty minutes later than he should, but that was always something you could forgive. When you’d see him standing at your front door with those apologetic eyes and the “forgive me” flowers he’d always have in his hand, it was hard not to forgive him. Plus, there was the whole fact that he was Derek freaking Hale. 

You’d heard the stories about him from Scott and the others. Derek was something of a legend around Beacon Hills and the more people talked about him, the more you were up for meeting him. The pack told you time and time again that he wasn’t coming back though. Derek had done his job and left the pack in Scott’s full hands. But sometimes, even Scott couldn’t handle it. 

As a Necromancer, you were known to use black magic to bring people back from the dead. For majority of your life, you’d used that power for good, even bringing back Malia on one occasion; but word had gotten around about your powers and at some point, you’d fallen into the hands of the wrong people. A group of werewolf hunters had captured and tortured you into bringing back every single dead hunter to build an army against the werewolves which meant Scott’s pack was doomed if they couldn’t get you back. 

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anonymous asked:

I'm feeling sort of blue since I really like this beautiful girl, but I'll never be her type so it's no use even trying. Any good music for sad thoughts?

I’m very sorry to hear that she doesn’t reciprocate your feelings love, I know how hard that is, I’ve been there myself, and it really hurts, and I hope maybe one day she returns your feelings!

My favorite sad music:

Skinny Love: Bon Iver
People Help The People: Birdy (cover)
You Ain’t Alone: Alabama Shakes
Back To Black: Amy Winehouse
Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart: Ariana Grande
Blackbird: The Beatles
Wicked Game: Chris Isaak
The One That Got Away: The Civil Wars
Violet Hill: Coldplay
Soul Meets Body: Death Cab For Cutie
Tenerife Sea: Ed Sheeran
Non je ne regrette rien: Edith Piaf
Work Song: Hozier
Hallelujah: Jeff Buckley (cover)
Cold Desert: Kings of Leon
Since I’ve Been Loving You: Led Zeppelin
Lovers’ Eyes: Mumford & Sons
I’ve Been Loving You Too Long: Otis Redding
Jolene: Ray LaMontagne
Wild Horses: The Rolling Stones
Silver Springs: Fleetwood Mac

I hope this helps, and I hope you feel better soon dear xxxxx

frenchargent  asked:

Hi! Do you think you could update the actual wolf!derek tag?

afternoon of a faun, interrupted by Siriusstuff (1/1 | 2,565 | R)

A horny faun’s designs on wood-nymph Stiles leave the former with a probable case of lycophobia.

What’s Your Saddest Memory? by alesia2012 (1/1 | 1,899 | PG13)

“So truth or dare?”

“I’m afraid of what’s been going through your head tonight, so truth.”

“Okay,” Stiles smiled “what’s your saddest memory as a child?”

Derek turned his head and looked at Stiles. “Seriously Stiles?” His brow was raised high and he watched as the boy took another swig of his beer.

“Yea come, on!”

The Wolf and The Fox by SerenityShadows (1/1 | 4,193 | NC17)

The girl was just a babe in her mother’s arms when their Clan was attacked. They searched and searched for their loved, for their husband and father, until they could no more. They found a nice small town and though it was not their home, they were accepted because her mother was a healer. They were happy until her mother’s health began to slowly decline. No one, though they wanted to help desperately as she had helped them, could help her. Her mother understood and being the kind and gentle woman she was, she found a den and made it comfortable for her and the girl, so the latter could be safe and that the former would not impede on the Clan’s survival.

She was 10 when the Sickness finally took her Mother away. Not even the healer who her mother had taught could help save her. No one knew where the Sickness had come from. It just appeared one day, spreading like wildfire from Clan to Clan. Some say it was simply tainted food. Some say it was a curse. No one knows the true cause only that it appeared and disappeared quickly but left lasting effects. The entire clan mourned for the loss of such a person and the girl, well, she disappeared as mysteriously as the Sickness had.

Spin for you like your favorite records used to by DerekMyStiles (9/9 | 14,358 | R)

Stiles is, weirdly, the only one who stayed in Beacon Hills. He works as an apartment renovator and has dinner with his dad and Melissa every Friday. Life is good and quiet up until he meets a big black dog that seems to understand human language a bit too well. But as it often is in Beacon Hills, nothing is ever as it seems.

(The Time Derek Had To) Pick a Fucking Anchor by cheshirecat101 (1/1 | 2,937 | NR)

Derek’s Wolf form has only one thought: Stiles.

Sanctuary by EloquentSavage (16/16 | 89,884 | NC17)

In Beacon Hills there’s a wolf sanctuary managed by Chris Argent and owned by the Hales. Most of the Hales are gone, died in a fire set by Chris’s sister. What’s left of the Hale family set up the Hale foundation and opened the wolf sanctuary not long after the fire. The Sheriff’s weird, outcast kid Stiles gets a job there because his dad and Chris are good friends and Stiles doesn’t know what else to do with his life. No one knows a lot about the Hale’s anymore, but the wolf sanctuary is a part of Beacon Hills daily life now. Everyone goes there on school field trips and learns about the wolves. It doesn’t seem that interesting or mysterious, until Stiles starts working there. Then he meets the people, and the wolves and starts to wonder how he stayed away for so many years. 


“Bad” (1987)

Jackson and iconic director Martin Scorsese teamed up for an 18-minute, big-budget epic. Filming near condemned Harlem buildings, Scorsese paired Jackson with a young Wesley Snipes for a dramatic black-and-white confrontation – then the video’s second act bursts to life with a West Side Story-style combat dance staged in a Brooklyn subway station. “We went over schedule; it was two and a half weeks of the dance sequence alone,” said Scorsese. “I was mesmerized by it. The video monitor made us all dancers.”

Martin Scorsese, director: I remember meeting him at a bungalo at the Beverly Hills Hotel. He was very quiet. The first thing he asked me was, Do you know about Michaelangelo? And I said, Yes! And we started talking about Michaelangelo. He’d just discovered his paintings – the Sistine Chapel and the sculptures. He was taken by all of that.

It was a different form for me. The big issue really was the temptation to do this really major dance piece with camera moves and cutting which we had planned on page based on his choreography. And working with Michael Chapman, who choreographed the fight scenes in Raging Bull. Shooing the big dance scene was the allure of it. Michael was never a person who was overly enthusiastic. He was quiet. Accepting. How should I put it? He was very precise about what he wanted in the choreography. He was concerned, like with any great dancer, they like to be seen full figure. But that wasn’t the case because I’d planned other things. The use of close-ups, and tracking him. Eventually he understood that. There was never any resistance, but questions. He was open to everything.

The most interesting thing about it, is when we cast the picture, Wesley was the man. Michael went through those scenes in the film and he was toe-to-toe with every one of those aators. It was quite moving and powerful performance I thought. Like that scene in the hallway. We did that maybe 40 times. He stood up to Wesley, and Wesley is a wonderful actor. Formidable. Strong presence. And Michael did it. It was quite something.

We shot it in Harlem, and when he goes home to his apartment, he was very quiet looking around. The apartment was quite nice, actually. But it was in Harlem. Across the street the buildings were torn down or condemned. He took me aside, “Do peole live here?” I said, Well, yes, this is actually a well-done apartment!…I think he was overhwlmed by what he saw…These tenements had, when you come in the front hall, there’s an apartment in the back on the ground floor. There was an unfortunate person in there, in bed prety much, coughing and seemed like on his last days. Michael said, Do you see what’s in there? And I said, Yeah I know. He was in the place and it worked for him. It worked for him as a performance, but his compassion for the people came through. It was very moving.

He was very sweet. He came to our apartment. My mother cooked dinner. He was very easy to be with. There was a genuine sweetness about him. And treating everybody the same way. Didn’t matter who it was — my family, the crew. The only time he expressed [a production demand], and again it was out of compassion — the older man is getting mugged and gets pushed at one point. And we did it a couple of takes and he was nervous about that. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt. We didn’t know if we had it on film and we said, Let’s do it again. And he begged me not to do it again. He said, ‘Please, this shouldn’t be violent.’ So I didn’t do it.

Pentagon Revises Hair Rules For Female Soldiers

According to USA Today,

Dreadlocks, cornrows, twisted braids and other hairstyles popular among African-American women will be more accepted across the military after a review of hairstyle policies prompted several changes, Defense Secretary Chuck Hagel said.

The three-month review came after a spate of complaints that service-level grooming policies were racially biased against black women who choose to wear their hair naturally curly rather than use heat or chemicals to straighten it.

“Each service reviewed its hairstyle policies to ensure standards are fair and respectful while also meeting military requirements,” Hagel wrote in a letter to lawmakers on Capitol Hill notifying them of the changes Monday. “These reviews were informed by a panel of military personnel of mixed demographics reflective of our diverse force.”

The review concluded that the terms “matted and unkempt,” which the Army and Air Force used to describe some dreadlocks and braids, are “offensive” and were removed from service grooming policies, Hagel said.