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hermione:

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jebiwonkenobi:

#This is kind of how I imagine things going #Derek pretends to be super mysterious and everyone goes along with it because his whole family died


Teen Wolf behind the scenes: wolves



Teen Wolf season 3 first table read [x]


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jagkwouldyouturnmeon: they touch sometimes (not always on purpose), and it’s like they’re drawn towards each other, gravitating together like magnets, and derek doesn’t know how to stop it or even if he would want to if he did. sometimes it’s nothing more than a fleeting brush of fingertips against skin, here one second and gone the next, leaving a trail of fire crackling through his veins in its wake. sometimes they’ll clutch at each other like a lifeline, desperate and panicked, when all around them is terror and danger and shouting and all derek can think is “not him.” other times it’s simply a companionable nudge of shoulders and it still feels like derek’s whole body is electrified, even through the layers of their shirts, and he thinks that maybe he’s in too deep. sometimes derek will consciously reach for him. not like before when he wanted to frighten and intimidate, but in a new, foreign sort of want; a need to just feel him solid and whole and there, and it’s something he’s never really experienced before and he doesn’t know what to do with it at all. stiles touches him plenty, whether consciously or not, and derek mightn’t know much about love (he thought he did once) but he’s fairly certain that hearts don’t normally skip into a joyful lilt at another person’s touch unless that other person is the person and he thinks that if this is what love is then he must be in it. there’s a time when stiles’ touch wanes, his fingers clumsy and weak and sticky with blood sliding against his skin, and it feels like he’s drowning because stiles is fading and derek doesn’t know how to keep himself afloat without him. when stiles wakes up, derek’s touches are too tight, too needy, too everything, but stiles doesn’t seem to mind as he leans into each one like they’re a breath of life. the funny thing is that derek used to hate touching anyone, hated to be touched in return, because it only brought painful memories of his mother’s tender fingers in his hair, his father’s playful tuck under his chin, laura’s firm hand around his, and the bitter, revolting memory of her hands all over him. but stiles’ fingers stitch together those wounds when they’re warm on his arm, smooth over the bruises of such overwhelming loss when they brush against his own, dance brand new memories across his skin and he doesn’t think he’d ever want to give this up. derek doesn’t realize that he touches stiles like he’s something precious for a long while, but when he does (because stilesis damn it, he is) he knows he’s a goner. he’s still not quite sure what love is exactly, but he does know one thing for certain and that’s that he’s in it and he’s never letting go.

jagkwouldyouturnmeon:

they touch sometimes (not always on purpose), and it’s like they’re drawn towards each other, gravitating together like magnets, and derek doesn’t know how to stop it or even if he would want to if he did. sometimes it’s nothing more than a fleeting brush of fingertips against skin, here one second and gone the next, leaving a trail of fire crackling through his veins in its wake. sometimes they’ll clutch at each other like a lifeline, desperate and panicked, when all around them is terror and danger and shouting and all derek can think is “not him.” other times it’s simply a companionable nudge of shoulders and it still feels like derek’s whole body is electrified, even through the layers of their shirts, and he thinks that maybe he’s in too deep. sometimes derek will consciously reach for him. not like before when he wanted to frighten and intimidate, but in a new, foreign sort of want; a need to just feel him solid and whole and there, and it’s something he’s never really experienced before and he doesn’t know what to do with it at all. stiles touches him plenty, whether consciously or not, and derek mightn’t know much about love (he thought he did once) but he’s fairly certain that hearts don’t normally skip into a joyful lilt at another person’s touch unless that other person is the person and he thinks that if this is what love is then he must be in it. there’s a time when stiles’ touch wanes, his fingers clumsy and weak and sticky with blood sliding against his skin, and it feels like he’s drowning because stiles is fading and derek doesn’t know how to keep himself afloat without him. when stiles wakes up, derek’s touches are too tight, too needy, too everything, but stiles doesn’t seem to mind as he leans into each one like they’re a breath of life. the funny thing is that derek used to hate touching anyone, hated to be touched in return, because it only brought painful memories of his mother’s tender fingers in his hair, his father’s playful tuck under his chin, laura’s firm hand around his, and the bitter, revolting memory of her hands all over him. but stiles’ fingers stitch together those wounds when they’re warm on his arm, smooth over the bruises of such overwhelming loss when they brush against his own, dance brand new memories across his skin and he doesn’t think he’d ever want to give this up. derek doesn’t realize that he touches stiles like he’s something precious for a long while, but when he does (because stilesis damn it, he is) he knows he’s a goner. he’s still not quite sure what love is exactly, but he does know one thing for certain and that’s that he’s in it and he’s never letting go.


saucefactory: qhuinn: fiftyshadesofsourwolf: I was working on an edit and accidently flipped it  and wow I am not okay the-faro-fixer: #I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel it too #Stiles says #and he should feel victorious for winning the argument when Derek looks away #but when Derek flexes his fingers and steps away all he feels is the coldness of loss #sometimes the truth doesn’t set you free it merely reveals that you’ll always be a prisoner

saucefactory:

qhuinn:

fiftyshadesofsourwolf:

I was working on an edit and accidently flipped it 

and wow I am not okay

the-faro-fixer: #I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel it too #Stiles says #and he should feel victorious for winning the argument when Derek looks away #but when Derek flexes his fingers and steps away all he feels is the coldness of loss #sometimes the truth doesn’t set you free it merely reveals that you’ll always be a prisoner


swingsetindecember:

NOW I JUST THINK OF FIC WHERE ALLISON AND ISAAC SHARE SCOTT AND GO SHOPPING TOGETHER. OR FICS WHERE THEY ARE BESTIES.


tylerfucklin:

ladyw1nter:

stefanyd:

Oh my God.

Ahahahaha oh man this makes me laugh SO FUCKING HARD (i did say aww at some point, i did, but) OH MAN THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY THEIR FACES OH MAN

I love this fandom.

it’s funny because it’s true

I’M DONE