imderekhaleandmyfamilyisdead:

i’m responsible

i have finances

i make money

i have an accountant named barb

i just enjoy living in abandoned warehouses and train depots

because money can buy you nice pretty things

but it can’t undead your dead family

(via vangoghstars)

breenwolf:

how did this conversation with derek even go was scott just like “derek can i borrow your place for date night??? nothing ever goes wrong when people hook up at your place!!!”

and did derek just start laughing on his couch, keep laughing to his coat on the desk, continue laughing as he put it on and walked out the door, tossing scott his keys at the last second before disappearing???

(via beaconchills)

can we all just take a moment to appreciate that derek basically richie rich’d everyone a minute ago??

"where’s the emeralds, where’s the gold bars, WHERE’S THE MONEY"

"…in banks, where else"

ALL THE WONDERS THAT REMAIN by breenwolf

The morning after Stiles’s sixteenth birthday, he woke from his first honest-to-god wet dream about Hollywood heartthrob Derek Hale. It was the beginning of a bright and long-lasting obsession— one he would insist, repeatedly, does not exist, thanks, now can I get three copies of that Men’s Fitness— no, man, I didn’t even see him on the cover there, I just care a lot about kale and leg presses, okay?
And maybe he was a handful of years too late, because Derek Hale hadn’t been exactly relevant outside of his devastating good looks and magazine physique since 2008 when Diamond Interchange III came out, but after he had one measly little dream about Derek Hale’s jaw muscles flexing and eyelashes fluttering as he sucked down Stiles’s cock, he just couldn’t stop.
By the time he was nineteen, Stiles could quote all of the atrocious dialogue from the first two DI movies from memory, had turned down the handful of dates he’d been asked out on, and spent a truly unholy amount of time fantasizing about licking the cleft of Derek Hale’s chin.
At twenty, after the fifth installment in the DI franchise came out and had a shocking amount of success (especially considering the fourth one had gone straight to DVD/Blu-ray), Stiles went grocery shopping, had a minor breakdown in the middle of the magazine aisle, and left with no fewer than six magazines featuring spreads or covers or interviews of a glowering Derek Hale.
At twenty-one, he leaned across the bartop and said, “Hey,” with a sloppy slur, “can I tell you something sad?” The bartender raised her perfectly-shaped eyebrows at him and waited. “I’m a virgin. I’m a twenty-one-year-old virgin because I’m hung up on a shitty celebrity with nice eyes. I hate myself.”

hey so i made a horrible thing for an awesome fic, one of the very brightest stars in fandom for me right now, so satisfying in a way that is exactly the opposite of this shitty movie poster for a shitty movie. go, go now, go do it. you won’t regret it.

ALL THE WONDERS THAT REMAIN by breenwolf

The morning after Stiles’s sixteenth birthday, he woke from his first honest-to-god wet dream about Hollywood heartthrob Derek Hale. It was the beginning of a bright and long-lasting obsession— one he would insist, repeatedly, does not exist, thanks, now can I get three copies of that Men’s Fitness— no, man, I didn’t even see him on the cover there, I just care a lot about kale and leg presses, okay?

And maybe he was a handful of years too late, because Derek Hale hadn’t been exactly relevant outside of his devastating good looks and magazine physique since 2008 when Diamond Interchange III came out, but after he had one measly little dream about Derek Hale’s jaw muscles flexing and eyelashes fluttering as he sucked down Stiles’s cock, he just couldn’t stop.

By the time he was nineteen, Stiles could quote all of the atrocious dialogue from the first two DI movies from memory, had turned down the handful of dates he’d been asked out on, and spent a truly unholy amount of time fantasizing about licking the cleft of Derek Hale’s chin.

At twenty, after the fifth installment in the DI franchise came out and had a shocking amount of success (especially considering the fourth one had gone straight to DVD/Blu-ray), Stiles went grocery shopping, had a minor breakdown in the middle of the magazine aisle, and left with no fewer than six magazines featuring spreads or covers or interviews of a glowering Derek Hale.

At twenty-one, he leaned across the bartop and said, “Hey,” with a sloppy slur, “can I tell you something sad?” The bartender raised her perfectly-shaped eyebrows at him and waited. “I’m a virgin. I’m a twenty-one-year-old virgin because I’m hung up on a shitty celebrity with nice eyes. I hate myself.”

hey so i made a horrible thing for an awesome fic, one of the very brightest stars in fandom for me right now, so satisfying in a way that is exactly the opposite of this shitty movie poster for a shitty movie. go, go now, go do it. you won’t regret it.

thelunaticyouarelookingfor:

rnorrigans:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#wow bioware ain’t fucking around here
This is fucking beautiful. You can literally role play an asexual character and still have a romance where you don’t sleep with them until your character feels like it’s a good time as opposed to “We’re together? Time for the tent!” 

thelunaticyouarelookingfor:

rnorrigans:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

This is fucking beautiful. You can literally role play an asexual character and still have a romance where you don’t sleep with them until your character feels like it’s a good time as opposed to “We’re together? Time for the tent!” 

(via philcoulson)

metropolis-vanguard:

It was nice knowing you friends (x)

(via overjet)

rustypolished:

Derek Hale is proof that you don’t need lines to develop a character in a really dynamic, compelling way. Even in this season he’s grown so fucking much and shown us so much and it’s all so perfect and believable and heartbreaking in the softest, saddest sort of way. 

Hoechlin is doing such a gorgeous job with this character for real.

(via beaconchills)

may the sweet baby jesus allow me to look as incredible as jill wagner in ten years jesus christ

teenwolf:

SLAY him, Braeden.

(via halffizzbin)