Stiles wakes up to Derek pulling him into his lap; arms protectively wrapping around him while softly hushing him. His throat is sore, he’s sucking for air, but he’s not screaming anymore. His heart is racing, the terror still aching heavily in his chest, and he’s clutching the arms holding him on pure instinct.
“You’re awake,” Derek tells him, his hot breath curling over the back of Stiles’ neck. “You’re okay. You’re awake.”
It takes a moment of further reassuring before Stiles remembers how to breathe again. He goes limp in Derek’s arms and probably would’ve fallen to the floor if it hadn’t been for Derek firmly keeping him in place. Stiles whimpers, wondering if his dad will come running, but figures he would’ve done it already if not thinking Derek could handle it.
“This was a bad idea,” Derek sighs into his hair. “I’m not helping.”
“You are,” Stiles pants out, chest still heaving and fingers still digging into Derek’s arm. He hadn’t been screaming as much this time, and despite the nightmare he has a feeling it’d be twice as horrible if Derek hadn’t been there. “Please, just— Don’t leave.”
His plea is barely a whisper, but he knows Derek heard it when he nuzzles his neck and tightens his arms around him.
you ever think about the fact that purgatory is a place that makes you bare, strips you down to nothing but raw instinct, makes you “pure,” and that in that setting, for a whole year, every single unadulterated instinct dean had was to find cas
WHEN THE WEAPON CAME AT THEM STEVE’S FIRST INSTINCT WAS TO SAVE BUCKY AND BUCKY’S WAS TO PULL STEVE IN CLOSER SO HE WOULDN’T GET HIT. THEY’RE MORE WORRIED ABOUT ONE ANOTHER THAN THEY ARE ABOUT THEMSELVES AND IF THAT ISN’T LOVE I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS
I love watching Kylo Ren fight because his wielding style perfectly mirrors his personality: it’s frantic and unbalanced and extremely reckless. He has no real technique, shows no mannerism. It’s pure instinct and rage. He’s the exact opposite of how a Jedi should be: self-aware, controlled, free of emotions.
Kylo Ren is all emotion. He’s all desperate, breath-taking passion.
He lets his fragmented, undecided spirit flow through his whole body, in the way he addresses to other people, the way he fights, the way he walks…
The very way he deals with problems shows exactly how he is inside: a rampaging mess of mixed feelings screaming for release - for relief.
Kylo Ren is a complex, infinite-layered character, and I feel sorry for those who can’t see the tormented, angsty beauty in him.
OKAY BUT PEOPLE WHO DON’T KNOW WHY ALEC WOULD PULL AWAY, LET ME REMIND YOU.
he’s terrified of being different
It is illegal to love your parabati like that
He knows Jace will never love him back and unrequited love sucks
he’s been taught to be one way his entire life so admitting this would mean admitting being wrong in people’s eyes
He thinks it’s his job to take care of everyone but himself, so he doesn’t admit to his own feelings
The demon literally outed him to EVERYONE and he wasn’t prepared for it at all
He fears his own emotions
He fears Jace hating him so much he couldn’t even touch him
I COULD PROBABLY GO ON BUT FOR REAL GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND DON’T GIVE ALEC SHIT FOR ACTUALLY SHOWING HIS EMOTIONS FOR ONCE, EVEN IF IT WAS A MISTAKE TO PULL AWAY. TRY TO TELL ME YOU’VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING ON PURE INSTINCT.
I will fight everyone to protect and defend Alec Lightwood
Sooooo. I may or may not have spent the last ten minutes in a catatonic state dwelling on how much Hannibal and Will’s physical and mental synchronicity subliminally accentuates their potential in regards to sex. These two men are so completely entwined emotionally that more or less everything they do in each other’s presence is synchronised to some degree. They move in complete tandem, they communicate almost telepathically, they even fucking eat and drink at the same time.
This obviously serves to elucidate just how deeply these two men connect but SERIOUSLY HOW AM I MEANT TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT WHEN THEY EVENTUALLY FUCK, THEY WILL INSTINCTIVELY KNOW HOW TO REDUCE THE OTHER TO PURE NEED WITHOUT UTTERING A WORD? THERE WOULD BE NO RESTRAINT, NO HESITANCE, JUST MINDLESS, PASSIONATE, VAGUELY VIOLENT SEX, EACH KNOWING EXACTLY HOW TO MAKE THE OTHER COME, BLESSED WITH THE CAPACITY TO ACHIEVE IT IN SECONDS BUT DOING EVERYTHING IN THEIR POWER TO DRAW IT OUT. IMAGINE ONE OF THEM GIVING THE OTHER ONE OF THE SOUL SEARCHING STARES WE’VE ALL COME TO ASSOCIATE WITH HANNIGRAM, BEFORE BEARING THEM DOWN ON THE NEAREST SURFACE AND FUCKING THEM UNTIL THEY CAN’T WALK. I S2G HANNIBAL AND WILL COULD MAKE EACH OTHER COME WITH A LOOK. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT? I WAS HAVING SUCH A GOOD DAY GODDAMMIT.
As a lover, Prince is the best. I’ve spoken to many women who have been to bed with him and they all say the same thing. Prince is something different, something special. He’s uninhibited and wild, in and out of bed, but he can also be tender. Love to him is pure instinct and he’s got the most amazing inner confidence.
During our time together, we became so close it was frightening. It was a deep, intense relationship and sometimes a love-hate one. I often hated the fact that I loved Prince so much. He can get away with the craziest, most bizarre things that other people wouldn’t dream of doing.
One night, for instance, we were at a James Brown concert when Prince suddenly climbed onto his bodyguard’s back and rode onto the middle of the stage knocking over some equipment and singing at the top of his voice. With him it’s always ‘here I am and there I go.’, while everyone else sits back and watches in stunned amazement.
Another time we went to an awards ceremony in Los Angeles. On the way there we drank a bottle of champagne in the back of the car and got very merry. When we arrived, we staggered up this sweeping staircase, hanging on to each other, then rolled all the way down in front of all the well behaved superstars.
I wanted Prince all to myself and he’s not the sort of guy you can hold on to. When it comes down to it, I’m basically an old-fashioned girl who believes in fidelity and trust. I didn’t need other men. I wanted only Prince, and for him to want only me. One day I found out he was seeing other women while we were together and I confronted him with it.
I screamed and cried and pleaded, but it didn’t do any good. So I left Minneapolis without telling anyone where I was going. I still loved Prince, but I knew that our relationship was over. I suffered, but it was the only way, there was nothing else I could do.
It’s difficult for me to watch Prince on the screen. I can’t bear to go and see Purple Rain because I know I’ll break down in tears. I saw the video for When Doves Cry and I just bawled. I still adore him and I don’t think I’ll ever get over him. Not only because he’s so special, but also because I see him everywhere on posters and television all around the world. I’ve had no contact with Prince since we split up.
I’ve had plenty of lovers over the last two years, but none of them have meant anything special to me. They were all casual affairs. I’m finding it hard to meet anyone who can live up to Prince.
the air signs are not symbolized by ‘lions’ or ‘crabs’ or ‘scorpions’. their intellectual ambience connects them to earth, ascending beyond animal instinct and into the clear realm of pure thought. the twins, scales, and water bearer belong to the zodiac ‘circle of animals’ and yet the air signs are painted as abstract symbols in human and inanimate forms. double lined gemini twins, the two sided libra glyph, and the dual waved aquarius symbol relay the left and right brain function, capacity to acknowledge and resolve opposites, while mastering intellect with intuition