December 6, 2012 12:42 am

liquoriceandmilkshake:

doggystiles:

saucefactory:

Sterek AU: When Laura & her husband die in a car accident, Derek is left to take care of his 2 nieces Erica & Rya while trying to put his life together, manage a full time job and try to avoid falling in love with the quirky sheriff’s son living next door.

MY HEART JUST MELTED RIGHT OUT OF MY CHEST

DOES THAT MEAN I AM NOW HEARTLESS

“I, uh, sorry. I’m spending too much time over here aren’t I? You probably don’t want the girls calling me dad, huh? Cuz that would imply… I mean…” Stiles cleared his throat and snatched up the crayon that Danica had dropped, looking down and coloring fiercely while his cheeks burned bright.

“I don’t mind,” Derek said softly, biting back a grin when Stiles’ head whipped up, shocked expression on his face. “You are a big help around here, and the girls really like you.”

“Right, yeah, the girls. Of course.”

“And…”

“And?”

Derek knew he shouldn’t, knew that Stiles was too young to be getting himself tangled up with Derek and the girls, knew that the sheriff wouldn’t approve, knew that if this didn’t work out it would be rough not only on him, but on the two precious treasures of his life. He knew all of this, and yet looking at the achingly hopeful look on Stiles’ face, he couldn’t stop himself. “And I like you.”

“You… You do?”

“Yeah, I do. So how about we go upstairs and tuck the girls in, then come back down and have a drink?”

The smile that spread across Stiles’ face lit up the room, and made everythig worth it. “That… sounds perfect.”

Now I’m stuck between searching for Sterek fanfics and watching the end of Castle….

(Source: itsnotfiftyitsfive0)

 
November 25, 2012 10:35 pm October 27, 2012 11:44 pm October 24, 2012 5:28 pm
justbesplendid:

Warm apple pie pots by Roots

Better yet, I should make these as opposed to full apple pies. Or something.

justbesplendid:

Warm apple pie pots by Roots

Better yet, I should make these as opposed to full apple pies. Or something.

 
5:06 pm

qqmoarz:

This is what happens when white guys listen to Indian music

this is my favorite fucking video on the internet

Is it just me or is it a guy thing where they listen to and generally enjoy really weird music together to make it seem a little less weird….or am I the only one who’s noticing this trend.

(Source: videohall, via hockeyandhawkeye)

 
October 16, 2012 4:41 pm

Recommendations!

bartoninbudapest:

AVENGERS

FICS-

FANVIDS-

SUPERNATURAL

FICS-

FANVIDS-

GLEE

FICS-

SHERLOCK

FICS-

FANVIDS-

SUPERWHOLOCK

FANVIDS-

**added 10/15/12

(via hockeyandhawkeye)

 
August 4, 2012 11:26 pm
 
June 25, 2012 5:36 pm
flourchyld:

kbl reversebang art for the fic What I Already Knew :D

flourchyld:

kbl reversebang art for the fic What I Already Knew :D

(Source: flourchyld-archive, via sottovoice)

 
April 23, 2012 12:30 am
Klaine - Vows

Rated: Classy R (sex, but it’s not filthy whatsoever and the story doesn’t focus on sex; also integrated very nicely)
Length: Medium-Long
Happening: Klaine version of the classic Vegas marriage. “‘Welcome to the Vegas clique’”. Only it’s Kurt and Blaine, and fate has something to say about these two.
Left Feeling: All of the happy Klaine feelings? Yeah, that. And really optimistic about love and life and stuff and whatever

 
February 29, 2012 9:11 pm

Past

danibanaani:

accio-wit:

“It’s been a year today.”

Julian sighs ruefully and looks up, a guilty smile at his mouth and a streak of sadness in his eyes. “I know. Let me guess— you want me to clean out his closet.”

Derek nods, and for the umpteenth time Julian’s glad that the playboy’s never been the sentimental type. “I’ll help you out.”

They spend the next three hours trifling through shirts and ties and jeans, swimming in seas of fabric and searching the pockets (for what, they aren’t sure— justincase is Julian’s only excuse). The lingering scent is simultaneously the most wonderful and the most dreadful thing he’s ever smelled in his life, and that goes double for the old Dalton blazer collecting dust in the very back; every move aches, electrifies, reminds. It’s Hell, it’s Heaven, it’s Hell.

When they’re nearly finished, Derek sends him a wary glance; he grimaces but ultimately nods, retrieving the old white button-down Logan adored so much from its place in the back of the closet, where it’s lain for exactly one year today. Untouched. He closes his eyes and tosses it to the donations bin as though the brush of fabric burns his skin.

A velvet box tumbles from the pocket.

YOU ARE ACTUALLY THE WORST PERSON IN THE WORLD.

Noooo. Why are people so keen on doing this?! THLAJHLZfdh

MY EMOTIONS!

(Source: mercurial-wit)