Lost in my own obsessions

biodyna:

Vote Sterek for Round 1 of the 2014 Slash Madness Tournament!
via The Backlot.

biodyna:

Vote Sterek for Round 1 of the 2014 Slash Madness Tournament!

via The Backlot.

posted 2 hours ago via sterekpain · © biodyna with 180 notes

elementalsight:

throwntotheair:

AU where the Federation is the Galactic Federation from Lilo and Stitch. Basically, Earth isn’t a founding member of the Federation and very much new to the party.

AKA the verse where Lilo takes ruthless advantage of the major fuck ups in the prime…


icecooly94:

laurasmartin:

melissa mccall and papa stilinski getting married and having a daughter together (๑◕◡◕๑)

scott and stiles completely doting on their little sister (◡‿◡)

stiles letting her sit on his lap and “drive” the jeep (♥ ‿ ♥)

scott hugging her as she cries after a…


Shang. Setting realistic expectations for guys.


lisannablog:

We all know how it feels

lisannablog:

We all know how it feels


Track Title: Tune Up #1

Artist: 1996 Original Broadway Cast

Album: Rent (Disc 1)

toofunktodruck:

December 24th, 9:00 PM, Eastern Standard Time


burdenofheroes:

Darkness Around Your Heart - Demon!Stiles

My comments: HOOLLYYYY SHITTTT!!!! YOU GUYS HAVE TO WATCH THIS!


sher-lokied:

TEEN WOLF AU: Hellhound!Derek and human!Stiles (vr. 2.0)
Stiles’ father die during an armed robbery at the local bank, so he makes a deal with a crossroad demon to bring him back in exchange of one year only. Twelve months later the demon sends his hellhound to take the boy but things don’t go exactly as planned. Somehow in the middle of this situation, the hellhound fells for the human boy.




thepsychicclam:

sterek au: derek keeps buying absurd amounts of berries from a very confused stiles 

*

The first day Berry Guy showed up, it annoyed Stiles. There he was, sitting in the parking lot in his expensive black Camaro, which was now covered in dust from the farm, when Stiles got to work.

“Dude, we don’t open for another half hour,” Stiles had said. He wasn’t even wearing his name tag, and his coffee was only half empty. It was too early to deal with people who needed produce this badly.

“I’ll wait,” the guy had said. At 10 a.m. on the dot, Berry Guy came through the door and bought fifteen pounds of blackberries. Stiles had rung him up with a smile, because who was he to question people’s berry needs?

The next day, Berry Guy was back, half an hour before opening. Stiles set out the day’s displays of produce, put his cash in the drawer, swept the floor. At exactly 10 a.m., Berry Guy came in to buy fifteen pounds of blackberries. Stiles just stared at him in confusion. No one could possibly eat that many berries.

When Berry Guy showed up the next day, purchasing thirty pounds of blackberries and ten pounds of raspberries, Stiles was imagining this guy living in a large commune full of berry worshippers. So, he finally had to ask. “There is no way you’re eating all these berries. What’s the deal?”

Berry Guy just glared at him, and it was the first time Stiles got a really good look at his eyes. They were light and beautiful, and Stiles stared at them until the guy raised his eyebrows in question. “Do you interrogate everyone who buys berries?”

“Just the obsessive ones.”

“I have a need.”

“Apparently.”

Berry Guy frowned, and Stiles told him his total. He shoved cash into Stiles’ hand and then exited without his change. A three dollar tip for annoying his customers? He’d take it.

*

This goes on for three weeks. Three times a week, Tuesday through Thursday, Berry Guy is outside the market at 9:30, waiting for berries. The third Thursday, Stiles gets out of his Jeep and walks over to the Camaro. The guy’s brow creases as he rolls down the window.

“I’m Stiles.” He points to his nametag.

“And?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “This is the part where you tell me your name.”

“No.”

Stiles huffs. “Look, you creep around the market every morning, buying obscene amounts of berries – “

“Are you still on about the berries?” Berry Guy interrupts.

“I question your berry choices, dude,” Stiles says, shaking his head.

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When Scott, Cora and Derek get to the loft there’s a dead body and… something else.