have you ever stayed up late with someone texting or chatting and known as the hours ticked by that you’d be ridiculously tired in the morning but it didnt matter because it was really fun and totally worth losing sleep over just to laugh with someone and enjoy their company maybe and then the next day you keep tiredly recalling how much fun it was while you’re falling asleep in class and that makes it not so bad that you’re tired anymore
Found another cute Starbucks post online ohmyGod and I suddenly Sterek-ed!!! The 2nd version of my 1st version
College/Coffee Shop AU- Nerdy/Hipsterish Stiles + Bad Boy Derek
in honor of Mean Girls’ 10th anniversary, here’s an incredibly subtle but completely extraordinary joke that you’ve probably never noticed from the movie (I saw it at least a dozen times before it dawned on me): Regina George started a rumor that Janis Ian was a lesbian in the 8th grade, but it wasn’t out of malice… it was because Janis told her that she was Lebanese
Forever reblogging this, the ultimate bitch face.
derek hale MARRY ME
i don’t get why we need driver’s training. driving is just like mario kart except slower and you can’t throw blue shells at people
please never drive
Castiel needs to do a little time traveling to protect a Campbell ancestor from someone determined to stop the Winchesters from ever being born. He moonlights as a navigator on a World War II bombing run that also happens to contain one Captain Jack Harkness, on a mission of his own, impersonating an American soldier.
Both of them realize at some point that the other is a covert operative, but for the sake of their own missions, determine the other isn’t a threat and let it go at that.
The plane goes down. Cas resurrects Great Grandpa Campbell and Jack is, well, Jack, but now the three of them are behind enemy lines and have to get to safety. At some point the entity trying to off Great Grandpa Campbell rears its ugly head. Turns out it’s the thing Jack was trying to take out, too.
They part ways after getting to an allied base - Cas determined to tag along after Great Grandpa Campbell for a little while longer, just in case. At some point this picture gets snapped, Jack autographs it, and Cas has been carrying it around with him ever since.
Even if Jack misspelled his name.
Okay, so I’m going to address that question first because NO. That’s not what he said. I was sitting at the table closest to the front in the dead center of the room, right in front of Jeff (which is why I got a great picture of him) and what he said was “he [Derek] certainly wasn’t of age, at least not in the state of California.” But he wasn’t talking directly into the mic when he said it, which is the reason for the misunderstanding.
When I heard that there was a rumor going around that JD said Derek was of age, I instantly went to talk to three other people who had been in the panel and all three of them confirm that they heard what I had heard.
If you have any other questions, feel free to ask.
It takes them two weeks to switch Scott and Derek back. Two weeks of Derek in Scott’s body, going through the motions of his life, and it’s surprisingly easy in some ways. He passes three tests in different classes with near to perfect scores and lacrosse practices go smoothly, so no, it isn’t that difficult to blend in while they prepare to switch them back.
What’s hard is watching Stiles. It’s like he’s seeing a side of the kid he’s never bothered to before—and that has to be what it is, even if no one else seems to notice it either—which is why he finds himself sticking up for him to Mr. Harris. He’s watched and listened to that damn chemistry teacher single out and berate Stiles day after day, and nobody says anything. Stiles has almost the whole pack in that class with him, and nobody says anything. Apparently, not even Scott. That Danny kid actually smirks a little, he doesn’t know why everybody thinks he’s such a nice guy.
So Derek snaps, because he can do that in Scott’s body, emotion is expected of him, because nobody seems to notice the flicker of hurt and unhappiness that crosses Stiles’ face when Harris drawls his name out so condescendingly, no one notices the slight souring of his scent or the way his shoulders hunch in on themselves before Stiles can stop them, and Derek can admit he hasn’t been the nicest guy to Stiles. He has his reasons. But he can also admit that Stiles has pulled through for him repeatedly, and Derek’s not going to throw the word trust around yet—maybe never—but he cares about him. He’s never denied that to himself. So he yells at Harris, and lands them both a seat in the principal’s office, waiting to be seen.
“At least the principal isn’t Gerard anymore,” Stiles mutters, not looking at Derek. He hasn’t looked at Derek since Harris ordered them out of the room, although the tips of his ears seem to be getting redder.
“Small favors,” Derek says back, which finally get him a look from Stiles—wide, startled eyes, the beginning twitches of a surprised grin that he returns when Stiles almost tentatively knocks their shoulders together.
“Thanks for sticking up for me.”
Derek shrugs, and doesn’t move away.
THIS IS THE BEST SURPRISE EVER.
HIS POMP I CAN’T. TO PERF. TOO PERF.
Remember when someone wrote a little fic on my fanart