“Maybe magic was once a mighty force in the world, but not anymore.”

Tyler Hoechlin at the 2013 MuchMusic Video Awards - June 16th.

CHEST HAIR.

perseused:

#lbr though #i started thinking about how much he looked like a substitue teacher #like a coach or something #and he’s pointing at them like ‘you aint got game’#’you certainly don’t have game’ #’and you lingering behind the desks what are you 150 pounds wet?’ #’i can’t work with this’ #and Scott being like ‘come on man have a little faith’ #’we’re the best dodgeball team you’ll ever see ok’ #’Allison’s amazing and Lydia cuts in when you think it’s over’ #and Derek raises an eyebrow at Stiles like ‘and what do you do’#and Stiles is like ‘i stand at the back and look pretty’ #which is a lie but Derek can’t deny he IS pretty #Derek is relieved he’s just a sub cos going on tour with these kids is a nightmare#they’re awesome and hilarious and better than he thought #and the championship takes place in a hotel #OH and he and Stiles have all this heated UST and they’re in the pool late#and winding each other up #and then they fuck against the wall #mm #and Derek doesn’t teach dodgeball ever again #but he does have a lithe athletic college bf so he’s ok with it (halesparkles)

cinematicnomad:

imthekeptainnow:

I can totally see this being a mating!AU. Derek has to pick a mate and he’s being pestered by his family, and it’s just getting on his nerves. He’s shown to the high school with all the legitable mates and has to sit through meetings and conversations with them that he has no interest in. Scott is one of them and Stiles, who’s not put himself up for the running this year, through personal choice, is standing by the door for moral support. But of course, with his luck, the door wasn’t shut properly and he stumbled into the room. Through fumbling and awkwardness and remarks that only appear when the adderall is wearing off, Derek makes his decision.

“I want him,” Derek announced and pointed towards the unexpected teen.

Wide eyed, Stiles pointed at himself. “Me?”

“Uh, Mr Hale, but h-he’s not on the list,” the headmaster stammered.

“I don’t care. I want him.”

#can this be a fic that i can read pls

cinematicnomad:

heathyr:

I don’t know why this affected me so much, but like… I need an entire fanfic based off of this phrase. “Stiles is always interested in love.” I mean. Goddamn.

Stiles grew up surrounded by love. He was swaddled in it that very first day in the hospital, wrapped in his mother’s arms as his father kept his hands on both of them, reassuring himself that they were there, they were real, and they were his. His family, his to love and protect and cherish and lean on. He was loved so much, his mom blessed him with a name that only she could whisper in secret, that only his dad would try to stumble through, while everyone else remained baffled and removed from knowing him. 

He grew up in that love. He learned his first words and made his first steps surrounded by two people who were there to cheer him along and catch him when he fell. They loved him enough to let him introduce himself as Stiles, loved him enough to call him that when he asked. They were there to hold his hands on either side his first day of pre-school, and they were there to introduce him to his Kindergarten teacher. When he cried, his mother wiped up his tears and kissed his cheeks and sang his true name in his ear while tickling laughter from his lips. 

He grew up, and he began to understand that he was lucky enough to have something none of his friends seemed to: his parents didn’t just love him, they loved each other. Scott’s parents constantly fought, Lydia’s parents were divorced, and Jackson’s parents spent so much time trying to please him they were too busy for each other. But not Stiles’ parents. They made time for each other. They made time for him. Every morning when his mom served their breakfast, his dad would reach out and brush the back of his hand over her cheek. They would kiss before he rushed out to the sheriff’s department. At night when Stiles regaled them with stories of his day, they would lay on the couch wrapped in each other’s arms. They were in love and everyone could see it — especially Stiles. 

And when his mom got sick: when her clothes began to hang off her body and her hair began to fall out in clumps, when her voice grew smaller and smaller and her eyes seemed to get lost in where she was looking — that was when Stiles saw true love. Because that was when it stopped being about the little day to day routines that his parents made time for. That was when it became a desperate, violent, futile attempt to fit “the rest of their life” into a matter of months. Stiles watched as his dad made his home in a hospital chair and clung to her hand whenever she was awake. He saw the way his mom struggled to look strong and well whenever either of them were paying attention to her. He listened as she made him promise that he do well in school, listened as she made his dad swear that he’d love somebody else someday, listened as they planned her perfect funeral. 

And he watched her wither. He watched her slowly disappear into the hospital bed. And he watched his dad pretend like everything was going to be okay — because his mom was calmer when his dad was smiling. Because she accepted her morphine easier when his dad asked instead of begged.

Because: they both did a little better when they felt loved. 

She died the same way Stiles was born. Swaddled in hospital blankets, in the arms of the two people who loved her most in the world.

He didn’t know why they had that love, and Scott’s parents didn’t. Why his mom could whisper his name in her last moment of breath and he could know she loved him, while Jackson failed to feel the same. How his parents managed to stick together through thick and thin and life and death, while Lydia’s couldn’t even make it through their daughter’s first grade.

He didn’t know yet what it was, but he wanted it for himself one day. 

Wow, this gave me goosebumps and made me cry for real.

fannishthings:

Derek/Stiles - Between two points (Ancient Greece AU)

We’ve got forever
Slipping through our hands

…

Falling footsteps
Weighing heavy on me

Uhm… I don’t know how this happened. One day, I woke up and I wanted Sterek and sexy greeks??..

Also….almost NSFW sexy scenes…yay! XD

Hope you like it!

MY MIND IS BLOWN

tylerfucklin:

maichan808:

WIP gifs from a Sterek/Looper AU trailer I’m working on.
I’m posting these in the hopes that public accountability will give me the motivation to finish this looong overdue project. UGH, WHY IS ANIMATION SO HARD???

I’M SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR THIS OH MY GOD I’M GONNA DIE

WOW THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING I’VE EVER SEEN.

derek hale + camaro

alphasour:

Tyler Hoechlin - Much Music Awards 2013

CHEST HAIR

zainclaw:

_{Stiles is still standing by the window when Derek eventually reappears. His skin is healed but the clothes are still torn and stained with blood. He stops halfway through the room as Stiles turns around to face him, staring at him as if first now noticing he’s there.}

_{“You’re still here.” It’s more a confirmation than a question.}

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WHEN DEREK SAID CORA WAS ELEVEN I STOPPED BREATHING UNTIL IT HURT.

_{(( continuation to this ))}

_{Stiles doesn’t even need to go look for him. As soon as he rushes outside once class has ended, after seeing Derek standing in the parking lot through the window; he spots Derek coming towards him from under the bridge. His eyes are locked on him, which immediately erases any thoughts of Derek looking for Scott rather than him right out of Stiles’ head.}

_{“What are you doing here?” He asks, bouncing down the stairs, not caring about the distance or people between them. He knows Derek can hear him.}

_{“I need your help,” Derek replies firmly, walking to meet him.}

_{Stiles stops at the foot of the stairs, frowning curiously as Derek approaches.}

_{“You okay?”}

_{It’s not the first time he’s asked Derek that, but in the past it had always required the werewolf to be in evident pain or a death-threatening situation. Blood was almost always included. It’s not this time though. Derek looks fine; isn’t bleeding or appears to be in any kind of physical pain.}

_{But there’s something in his eyes. Stiles sees it even before Derek steps out of the shadow from under the bridge and drops his troubled gaze from Stiles.}

_{“No,” he admits.}

HOW DO YOU TALENT GURL