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astronema-princess-of-all-evil:
Historical footage of the last T-Rex serving his country in WWl.
But isn’t that a Jeep? And the T-Rex is holding a…Browning M2? Which wasn’t used until 1933…
So I think this footage is actually of WW2.
I’m living for this historical accuracy
Many people think it’s historically inaccurate because the Tyrannosaur doesn’t have feathers, but a buzz cut is pretty standard for military personnel.
derek ‘i totally meant to do that’ hale (｡♥‿♥｡)
I’m seeing a little Stiles in him now. 😀
I want to see Stiles in him too.
fat stacks
google maps
nuts glapp
frickle frack
naruto sucks
big bucks
fat nuts
dammit fuck
🎵 We didn’t start the fire 🎵
🎶 it was always burnin since the world’s been turnin🎶
If you’re still open for Sterek prompts: books, summer, ice cream.
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“Isn’t chocolate bad for canines?” Stiles asked, his elbows on the table, chin in his hands.
Across from him, Derek looked up from his book, spoon full of fancy dark chocolate ice cream halfway to his face. “What?”
“Chocolate,” Stiles repeated, motioning with a flick of his eyes to Derek’s pint. “You’re a werewolf. Shouldn’t you be, like, allergic? Or something.”
Derek gave him a look that very clearly said he was having an internal struggle about whether or not the ridiculous words coming out of Stiles’ mouth merited a coherent response. “I’m not… you know I’m not an actual dog, right?” he said after a few moments. “I’m- I’m a supernatural being.”
Stiles considered this for a moment, before digging his spoon into the melting goop his own ice cream was becoming in the swelter of summer heat that had prompted them to break out the ice cream in the first place. Maybe he would bring up air conditioning again. “But you turn into a whole actual wolf.”
“I- … but that’s not… the same thing,” Derek said slowly. “I’m not becoming a wolf, I’m still just a werewolf, in a wolf… shape.”
Stiles sighed. “I get why Scott isn’t allergic to chocolate,” he explained. “But you were born a werewolf, not a human. So like, aren’t you part wolf?”
“No,” Derek said, and Stiles could hear his patience running thin but this had been bothering him for a while. “I’m not part human, part wolf. I’m entirely werewolf.”
“And werewolves are not canines, despite that they turn into actual wolves,” Stiles said. “Sorry, wolf shapes.” He knew how petty that last word sounded but he didn’t take it back.
“Yes,” Derek agreed. “We are a completely different species.”
Stiles sighed, and looked back down to the book he had selected, one of many from the pile they were supposed to be going through. He could feel Derek watching him, but he ignored it, rattling one foot around as his eyes skimmed words his brain didn’t read, until another thought occurred to him.
“What kind of lizard do you think a kanima is?”
The sound of Derek’s head hitting the table was highly satisfying.
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