hales-emissary:

raisesomehale asked for nr 30 from the color me sterek palette :)

I will always find you
Like it’s written in the stars

available in my society6 shop :)

"But I didn’t," he shrugs, reaching the bottom of the stairs and continues to slowly cross the floor to where Stiles is pacing. "Besides, it’s not the first time."

Stiles scoffs. “And it won’t be the last, right?”

Derek frowns, steps slowing down as he approaches. Stiles steps backwards in sync, maintaining a certain distance between them. Derek stops, confused, watching Stiles move around the loft with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. First then does Derek catch the stench of distress and anger filling the air.

"What—” He begins, but is cut off.

"You’re unbelievable, you know that? Do you possess some level of self-worth at all?" Stiles stares at him from across the room, chest heaving, eyes glazed with emotion but his voice spits venom. "How many times will you run head first into danger, like you’re the pack’s human shield or some shit?"

"Not human," is Derek’s automatic reply, which apparently is the wrong thing to say because the next second Stiles is stalking towards him with fire in his eyes.

"I’m sick of your furry excuses!" He exclaims. "I’m sick of hearing you and Scott talk as if you got every reason to sacrifice yourselves because of your damn healing." Derek doesn’t realizes he’s taken a step back until his back hits the pillar behind him. Stiles walks right up to his face, close enough to feel the heat of his breath as he keeps yelling. "Like it’s a reason for you to take bullets that were meant for me."

His breath is ragged once he stops, his chest heaving. Derek’s gaze darts between Stiles’ eyes, wide and so close. Stiles ducks his head down, swallowing as if he’s trying to calm himself. Derek doesn’t move, too overwhelmed by Stiles’ outburst. Because it means something; it means so much, and his chest tightens when trying to figure out what.

When Stiles lifts his head back up, the anger has been replaced by pure concern, and it hits all of Derek’s senses so hard his breath hitches, nostrils flaring.

"You’re not monsters," Stiles says lowly. "You’re people. The claws don’t change that.”

mattyofshadow:

deluxesherlock:

bacon-lettuce-and-timmyturner:

fineas-and-pherb:

Best backstory. (x)

You know…for a second there…his head shape led me to believe he could be Phineas’s father.

whA T

NO BUT THAT WOULD EXPLAIN WHY PHINEAS IS SO INVENTIVE OH MY GOD

kisumisbae:

"you can’t ship that, that character has canon interaction with the opposite sex"

paperclipmagnets:

Dylan O’Brien’s hand

Ki Hong Lee’s posterior

thirstiest:

nentindo:

hokeyfright:

can the science side of tumblr explain this

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swag • per • a • tion /swaəgpərashion/

adj. To channel the swagger inside of you and turn it into pure teleportation energy.

i.e. “dude, this party blows, i’m swagperating out of here”

this person wrote a noun, listed it as an adjective, and defined and used it as a verb

sterekismydrugofchoice:

laptopped:

Kinda wanna punch you in the face, kinda wanna suck your dick

blxckbiird:

spaghetti-western-wannabe:

blxckbiird:

spaghetti-western-wannabe:

blxckbiird:

spaghetti-western-wannabe:

blxckbiird:

spaghetti-western-wannabe:

So I can either bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

nick nO THAT’S NOT HOW YOU BAKE COOKIES FRIEND

FLOOR IT?

NICK NO

HOW ABOUT 4,000,000 DEGREES FOR 1 SECOND

NICK YOU ARE GOING TO BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN

I’M GOING TO HARNESS THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES

NICK P L E A S E

probably-a-succubus:

tom-sits-like-a-whore:

carryonmywayward-idjits:

Please excuse me while I walk over your husband’s corpse like he’s nothing and upon entering the room, ignore your traumatised child in his crib and instead clutch your lifeless body in a demonstration of my love for you: creepy and entirely unhelpful

i love how everyone just knows what this is referencing

i dont and i am slightly mortified

whyl4rry:

SO MUCH HAPPENING SOMEONE HELP ME

seizintheday:

chARACTERS WHO DON’T THINK THEY’RE WORTH ANYTHING TEAR ME APART LIKE I WANT TO PULL THEM ASIDE AND GIVE THEM A LIST OF EVERYTHING THEY’VE DONE AND EVERYTHING THEY CAN DO BECAUSE THERE’S SO MUCH 

makeitearlgrey:

bard-of-time-will-be-late:

underscorex:

THERE IS WATER AT THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN

CARRY THE WATER

REMOVE THE WATER

Actually! This was a very clever setup by a team of divers in the Arctic, I believe. The person is upside down, their bouyancy belt calibrated just so that they are slightly lighter than water, and able to walk upside down on the ice. In the first segment, when his mask vents, watch the bubbles flow DOWNWARD, which is really the up that we know. Science is really fricking cool!

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