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prairie-grass:

agentotter:

talesfromthemek:

Teen Wolf: the show that’s set in a world where homophobia doesn’t exist but you keep forgetting due of the lack of representation.

Teen Wolf: a world where homophobia doesn’t exist but you wouldn’t know that…

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monkeyscandance:

I really want to make a themed set for the whole cast, but I am not sure if I have the patience for it. 

Stiles was, as always, my first victim.

Allison | Derek |  Stiles | Lydia | Jackson | others to come

(via agentotter)

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agentotter:

ordinaryink:

treading water by tsukinofaerii | art by me (ordinaryink)

don’t mind me and my extraordinarily late polybigbang art for pissy’s fic. WHICH IS AMAZING BTW. MOST WONDERFUL ALLISON/DEREK/STILES POLY FIC WITH A LAUNDRY LIST OF MY FAVORITE KINKS. I mean. It’s really great and wonderful and perfect tbh. *U*

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS FIC I LOVE THIS ART I LOVE EVERYBODY IN THIS ROOM CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH

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saspiesas:

Canon divergent prison au: what if Kate managed to not only burn down the house, but blame Derek for it? Derek won’t try to free himself because this is where he thinks he belongs, thinks he’s as guilty as if he lit the match himself.

Prison sucks, but, he’s keeping his head down, doing his time… until he meets Stiles Stilinski, his new cellmate. The kid went off the rails when a stray animal attack killed his dad, and he’s landed himself in jail.

Derek might be a dick, but he can’t be that much of a dick to a fresh-faced eighteen year old who’s made a stupid mistake. He remembers what it was like when he got here, and he sure as hell knows a lot about regret. So maybe he takes him in, helps him out, except now he’s got this fucking annoying kid in his life that apparently cares if the other inmates are beating on Derek, on why Derek’s locked up.

And what’s worse, Derek thinks he might be starting to care about the kid too.

"Dude, I’m so glad I’m bi, else I’d be wasting the best years of my life without sex."

"I can’t imagine you were getting that much on the outside."

"You JOKE, Derek you didn’t tell me you were funny. Oh my god.”

(via agentotter)

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sociallychallengednerd:

Natasha walking through the Avengers tower with her angry face on and Clint thrown over her shoulder fireman style she just storms past everyone and no one speaks Clint just hangs there and sadly waves to everyone as they pass

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"

Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.

"

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agentotter:

the-greatest-dragon:

Looking up sex tips to write better fanfiction, not to be good at sex

Watching porn to find out whether that position is actually physically possible

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brotoro:

reverseracism:

cyberrghetto:

omg

Dear White People Official Trailer 1 (2014) - Comedy HD

all I see is black people talking about this. white people. go see this movie. you need to see this movie.

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  • Question: Enamor Me, Stiles & Derek!! - youneedmetosurvive
  • Answer:

    captain-snark:

    OKAY SO THIS ALSO HAS SOME CONFIDENT DEREK IN IT BECAUSE YOU WANTED THAT TOO SO HERE IS A THING. A THING FOR YOU.

    “You’ve got a little something on your face,” Derek says, from where he’s straddling the windowsill on the other side of the room. Stiles jumps in alarm, gives a shout of surprise and sprays the ground in front of him with Doritos, his once previously empty room suddenly much more occupied.

    After Stiles gets past the initial shock he registers Derek’s sentence and his hand comes up to swipe self-consciously over the short stubble on his chin.

    “I just haven’t shaved in—“

    “What, like a month?” Derek asks, teasing. Stiles scowls at him, bends to scoop up the snack chips on the floor, deposits them in the trash beneath his desk and straightens. Derek is still watching him, but he’s swung both legs inside the window, like he’s been invited.

    “Does anyone know you’re back yet?” Stiles asks, leaning against his desk chair and watching Derek uncertainly.

    “Just you,” Derek replies, and he starts swinging his legs a little softly against Stiles’ wall.

    “Wow, I feel honored,” Stiles says, uncertain what to say to someone whose been gone on a six month sabbatical to who knows where.

    “You should,” Derek tells him, and he stands then, ducks into Stiles’ room. Stiles gives him a questioning sort of look and raises a brow. “I came back for you.”

    Stiles opens his mouth, but he gapes soundlessly, eyes wide. He wishes he could detect the bullshit in it, or get the joke, but Derek is looking at him with an intensity that makes his skin feel hot all over, prickles beneath his armpits and makes something in his chest go fuzzy. He laughs uncomfortably, smiles too wide, barks too harshly, “yeah, okay!”

    Derek just smirks at him then, steals a Dorito from the half empty bag Stiles still has clutched in his hand and leaves.

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