what i love about cas is that he’s a gentle soul who likes bees and is happy just sitting and listening to music and he loves humanity so so so much and he can be so content with so little and he can be so so tender
but on the other hand he dug a bullet out of his stomach and shoved it into his brother’s eye so there’s that too
[drives by your house blaring star trek theme song] the enterprise crew sends their regards
Once again, Stiles has a little too much to drink and Derek is the one who makes sure he gets home safely.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing down there?" It hadn’t been terribly hard to find him, once Derek got the scent of alcohol and teenage boy at the edge of the park. Part of him wanted to be angry at Stiles for leaving such an obvious trail to follow, and yet…he understood. Sometimes life was hard and everything felt screwed up and you just wanted to have a drink and feel normal about yourself for a few hours. He had to do a lot more work to get there, but the feeling was at least reasonable. So he held in the lecture as he stared down at where Stiles lay on the ground, curled vaguely near a tree stump on the far side of the park. There was a moment of owlish blinking in his direction before Stiles registered his face and the question that had been asked. A low, lingering laugh trailed out of him and he grinned lopsidedly at Derek, waving the hand that still clutched a quarter-empty bottle of Jack Daniels in his general direction.
"He-eey, Derek! Wasn’t expectin’ to see you here. There. Up…in that..way. Yeah. Hi." Derek rolled his eyes a bit, but was secretly grateful for that reaction. At least Stiles wasn’t an aggressive drunk. Derek really didn’t want to be stuck trying to subdue him without accidentally breaking anything at this time of night, but Stiles seemed perfectly happy to lay complacently on the ground and smile.
"I’m just…uh…figuring out some stuff, I guessh? ‘N look at the stars, too. They’re nice down here." A pause, then a snort at some joke Derek wasn’t party to. "I’d offer you a drink, but you and your weird wolfy metabolism don’ appreciate whiskey. Must seriously suck. Still wonderin’ how that works, by the way. Does your blood stream just like suck it up all at once? Or is it like…neutralized by lycanthropy or whaaat?" In truth, Derek had no idea how it worked and had never bothered to ask. Getting drunk had never been a major aspect of his agenda, even when he was in his teens, and he simply accepted it as fact. Instead of answering, he bent down and extended a hand for Stiles to pull himself up with.
"Come on, we’re taking you home." Interestingly enough, this roused another giggle out of Stiles, who laced his elegant fingers easily around Derek’s and pulled himself to his feet.
"Dude, is the great Derek Hale akshully peeling me off the pavement right now? I’m kinda honored, man." Derek fixed him with a raised brow, which caused such hysterics that Stiles almost fell over again and had to catch himself on Derek’s shoulder. As though startled by the touch, Stiles jerked back and pulled his hands to his sides as he swayed unevenly in place.
"Sorry. No’ touching."
"It’s fine. You didn’t hurt me."
Then Stiles placed a hand on the outside of his shoulder, and focused those tawny eyes on Derek. For a long moment, his face alternated between that half-grin and something different that Derek couldn’t name, tinting his eyes with a sad sort of understanding. His lips parted for a second, the lower one still damp with liquor that Stiles licked away as he shook his head.
"Tha’s good. Don’t wanna." Stiles shuffles off in the direction Derek came, alarmingly good at remembering where he parked for someone that smells and sounds drunk as a skunk. When they reach the blue Jeep, Stiles unquestioningly produces his keys from his pocket and tosses them to Derek. Derek doesn’t want to think of what his plan was if he hadn’t showed up, and yet he somehow doesn’t picture Stiles as the type to do something that stupid. Maybe he honestly would have just laid in the back to sleep it off. Derek hoped that was the idea, for his own sanity.
The drive home was mostly silent but for Stiles’ broken humming and tapping on the window with a finger, and they pulled into his driveway uneventfully. Stiles unbuckled his seatbelt and made to get out of the car before stopping, turning back to look at Derek as though debating something.
"Derek? I just…um…thanks for not letting anything eat me tonight. You didn’t have to, but I’m real grateful you did. I think under all that macho Alpha-wolf stuff, you’re sort of a nice guy. In fact, you’re a lot nicer than a lot of other people." Then the wry grin returned, and Stiles opened the door with a well-aimed kick of his heel. "Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me." Before Derek could come up with any kind of response to that, Stiles had pilfered the keys and was staggering off towards his front door, laughing whenever he almost fell down.
Derek waited at the edge of the driveway until he stumbled inside and his bedroom light flicked on, a singular warm glow in an otherwise dark house.
"Thanks." It’s all he said to the darkness and the for calling me nice, I needed it is left off, but he oddly figured it’s enough. Stiles knows.
Derek goes home.
wouldnt it be fucking scary if you had a clock that counted down until the moment you die. like what if it could be altered too like one day it says 70 years left but then you do something and it says 10 minutes left and youre like what the fuck i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up
what if you got on a plane and then as soon as it took off everybodys clock changed to 20 minutes
Holy shit. It’s just the gif. With the line. And not a joke or a meme or anything.
WHAT IS THIS
One does not simply find the original gif
Ah, a pack of wild straight boys, also known by their scientific name “no-homosapien”
there was a girl on my bus who was on tumblr and i looked at her and said “tumblr is the worst thing that has ever happened to me” and she looked at me and said “i know i follow you”
she walked up to me in the hallway and said “I saw your text post”
no we don’t use that room there was once a spider in it
do you think he could have loved me?
Sam Winchester | 9x15
plot twist : 2014 is not real because we all died in 2012
god that would explain 2013
- don’t ever feel bad for asking me to tag a trigger
- i do not care what the trigger is
- i will tag it for you
- you have legitimate reasons to be triggered by it
- and i am not one to question those reasons
- so just send me an ask
- anonymous if you’re scared
- and i will tag it all the time in future
- your wellbeing is worth twenty extra seconds of my time at least
There’s too much “I need him, he completes me” and not enough “I complete me yet I want them along for this journey”
DO YOU GUYS HAVE THAT ONE FRIEND THAT DOESN’T THINK SHE’S ANYTHING SPECIAL BUT SHE’S BEAUTIFUL AND FUNNY AND WITTY AND EVERYTHING AMAZING THAT YOU COULD EVER WANT IN A PERSON BUT SHE DOESN’T SEE IT AND YOU JUST WANNA TAKE HER AND SHAKE HER AND SCREAM IN HER FACE ALL OF THE AMAZING THINGS ABOUT HER JUST SO SHE WILL APPRECIATE HOW ABSOLUTELY LOVELY SHE IS
someone could be thinking this about you right now you never know