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nevertrustawildfox preguntó:

magic mike :3

felicitysmock:

"Check out the nark," Stiles elbows Scott from where they’re standing in the wings, nods towards the super hot, furious looking dude that’s hovering in the entrance to the club. He’s so clearly uncomfortable, out of his depth, Stiles isn’t sure whether he wants to go warn all their regulars to ditch their stashes, or march up to the dude and give him a hug. 

"Who? Oh shit!" Scott ducks behind him, covers his face. 

"What, what? You know him?"

"It’smybrother," Scott mumbles. 

"Noooo," Stiles grabs his shoulders, gazing over at the dude he now knows is called Derek, and absolutely hates Stiles. Apparently, according to an —unwilling to spill until held down and sat on— Scott, Derek thinks Stiles is a bad influence

Derek, oh great and holy hotness that he is, is a self righteous prick in Stiles’ book. 

"He come for the show?"

"No," Scott snorts, "He’s probably here to drag me out by the ear."

"Huh," Stiles smirks, catching Derek’s angry glare across the room. Derek narrows his eyes at him, shoves his hands in his pockets and looks away. He actually shuffles his feet. God, it’s so pathetically adorable. Stiles wants to take him home and sit on his face. 

"Dude," Scott groans, slapping the side of his face, "You said that out loud."

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obrojobs preguntó:

Laney Boggs or um Richard Castle? (if you're still doing this idk)

felicitysmock:

from my unfinished Just Married au

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“Stiles, dude!” Scott beams as Stiles comes into the radio booth, throws his arms around him. “How are you, man?”

“Good,” Stiles nods, sits down heavily and winces a little.

Scott pulls a face, “I see that.”

“No,” Stiles laughs awkwardly, “No, it wasn’t—we—”

“Yeah, yeah, dude, like you and Derek didn’t spend every waking minute boning on your honeymoon.” Scott leans forward on his own chair, “Spare me the details, but tell me you had a good time.”

Stiles swallows, looks down at his headphones, “I can’t do that, Scotty.”

“What? Why not? What the hell happened?” Scott’s face darkens, “Did Derek—”

“Dude, no, Derek was… great,” Stiles feels his gaze drift as he thinks back to the way Derek had smiled at him as the stepped off the plane in Italy. The way Stiles had never felt so in love. How it had gone from being the best vacation of his life, the best week of his life, filled with Derek reaching for him, talking with him, kissing him, sleeping beside him, to not… His heart seems to squeeze painfully in his chest as he remembers waking up alone this morning and he sighs, rubs his temples. “Can I tell you later?”

Scott nods understandingly, “Of course, man, anything you need.”

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English Pronunciation

acrumblebatchwithcustardfreeman:

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kanrose:

If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world.

After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.

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[source]

OUR TEACHER MADE US READ THIS OUT LOUD IN CLASS AND I DIED

I still can’t say anemone

I only stuttered like twice and I’m stupidly proud.

(Fuente: kanrose)

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