do you ever look at a boy’s hands and just nod to yourself
Want more Fall?
why do greek gods have to fuck up so much shit god damn just stay on your mountain and eat your fucking ambrosia and leave people alone
I was drunk, and angry, and stupid. And blogging.
sophiewithaz requested: Derek/Stiles + 91
Get To Know Me: Teen Wolf » Relationships [1/7]
I’m protecting my investment.
Eventually whenever Pavlov heard a bell ring he had an uncontrollable urge to feed a dog.
I love fanfic writers because fanfiction is just so kind and selfless. You give us really enjoyable stories completely free of charge and I am really, really grateful for it.
This is the monthly installment of softywolf’s Top Ten Sterek Fics (x). You can check my #topten tag for previous months or the topten navigation page to find a specific month. On a final note, this list is in no particular order and my favourite(s) has an asterisk (*) beside it. Vote for November’s theme here.
October’s theme is Library AU.
Touch Me, Set Fire to My Mind by itschristaleigh (E | 11163)
When Erica drags Derek to a strip club, he never expects to fall in love with one of the strippers, so of course that’s exactly what happens.
Can I Get Your (call) Number, Baby? by lielabell (T | 1369)
Thing is, for the most part, Stiles’s loves his job. He loves the quiet hush of the library, the way it smells like must and old books. He likes walking through the stacks, collecting books to be shelved. Likes sitting at the reference desk, hell, he even likes the fact that they still have a card catalog, even though no one ever uses it. Everything about the job is amazing.
Except for the music majors.
I Can Read You Like a Book (One That’s Written in Another Language) by kyrene (E | 16094)
This story begins with a little boy asking an older boy to read him a book in the library, but that’s not where it ends.
Derek stared down at the little face lifted up to meet his gaze. This kid had Cora all beat in the so-cute-you-wanted-to-pinch-their-rosy-cheeks sweepstakes, and Derek discovered to his distress that he was helpless in the face of his heart-felt request.
"Okay," he grunted, with an eye roll so that the boy knew this was putting him out. "Just this one book, though."
sparks* by thepsychicclam (E | 17190)
Derek is a librarian at one of the few supernatural universities in the country, and his student worker turns out to be none other than grad student Stiles. And it doesn’t take long before they start dating. Stiles is a gifted spark, but he keeps hanging out with people who are into dark magic, and Derek’s worried.
Between the Stacks* by dinglehoppersaplenty (E | 10989)
human!Derek and librarian!Stiles AU. That’s it, really, that’s the story. (Also fireworks.)
Possibly I Like The Thrill of Under Me You by stilinskisparkles (M | 12287)
It’s not that the idea of Stiles talking about him doesn’t make his stomach wrap itself in knots, it’s that it does just that. It makes him unbelievably uncomfortable and he doesn’t quite know why. He’s twenty seven years old, he pays taxes, he takes his mother out for lunch on Sundays; he is a grown up. But he’s getting weird butterflies when he glances over his shoulder to look at Stiles and a heat in his chest that feels something like what he supposes want must feel like.
Call Me, Maybe (but not in the library) by bibliosexual (E | 23839)
There’s a long pause, and then: “You’re not Erica.”
Stiles can’t help it. He snorts. “Yeah, no, dude, that’d be pretty difficult since I’m a guy.”
AU where Stiles is an undergrad at UCLA and Derek works in the university library.
Special Collections* by hannah_baker (E | 16423)
Stiles Stilinski is a senior in college working on his thesis. Derek Hale is the grumpy (though inhumanely attractive) special collections librarian. All they needed was a common interest to spark a friendship that becomes more than either of the bargained for.
Librarians Always Know What To Say by codarra (G | 1168)
Derek comes into the library where Stiles works. A lot. Only he doesn’t know Stiles’ name. And he’s fairly certain Stiles doesn’t know Derek exists.
Stiles’s Story Time* by trilliath (E | 125430)
Where Stiles is a librarian who is in charge of the kids’ reading hour and such. And Derek is 6-year-old Scott’s adoptive dad. And Stiles has his own take on Stories and Scott loves wolves and Derek tries not to admit that he likes the way Stiles’s face looks in those glasses.
Or something like that.
My older cat got sick of my kitten trying to play with him so he pinned him down and licked him until he fell asleep
some fun sex tropes:
- laughing during sex
- and/or things going wrong during sex that leads to laughter
- sex on a countertop/tabletop/sink because we couldn’t wait to get somewhere with cushions
- kissing to stay quiet
- biting to stay quiet
- one person meticulously doing something entirely for the other’s benefit without expectation or need of reciprocation
- "wow i did not know that was A Thing for me until right now and i’m totally fine with that but for the love of god keep doing it"
- someone straddling the other while they’re “trying to read” and slowly getting them to put the book away
- "you’re only allowed to sit there and watch until i tell you otherwise"
- kissing anywhere but the lips
- alternatively, touching anywhere but where the person desperately wants to be touched
- "we couldn’t find a condom so we’re getting each other off in other ways" sex
- anything involving the secretive brushing of fingertips against inner thighs in public spaces
- sex with clothes half on/panties still on
- the pleasant misuse of ties
- sleepy morning kisses that accidentally turn intense
you know that one tumblr powerpoint someone made a few months ago about satiation slowly changing the way you perceive humor until at some point you transcend humor altogether and someday we as a society will find only magnified jpeg images of hank hill with the words WEED printed over it hilarious?
i feel like i understand that now. i feel like this is it, this photoset is the surreal, nonsensical apex we are collectively inching towards. it’s vague and incomprehensible and even kind of threatening, but it’s as inevitable as the heat death of the universe and all we can do is submit ourselves to it