SO WHO IS GOING TO WRITE THE FIC WHERE DEREK IS THE HOT OPTOMETRIST WHO COMES TO TALK TO STILES’ CLASS FOR CAREER DAY??
The world always needs more teacher!stiles. SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE THIS
Tag lol
Happy 27th Birthday, Dylan O’Brien [August 26, 2018]
“I’ve removed my shirt ‘cause of the puppies. They make me warm.”
Scott: Describe Derek in one word.
Stiles: Mine.
the only criticism of millennials l accept
Constructive Criticism
When ya girl bisexual
Alright this is my definite favorite version of this, ever.
Government, Monty Python Style
Still brilliantly funny all these years later.
BEST INSULTS
whenever i find monty python casually just on my dashboard i just blink a few times and then get super fucking excited because i don’t see them as much as i’d like to on tumblr
If I don’t reblog Monty Python when it crosses my dash, assume I’m dead.
Probably killed by the violence inherent in the system
Artemis, running through the woods with her hunters: LET’S GO LESBIANS, LET’S GO!
if you hold an empty gatorade bottle up to your ear you can hear the sports
Reblog this if you are literally suprised when people find you attractive.
prompt: shady exchange under a streetlamp/hot fresh chocolate chip cookies
[24 fics in 24 hours, #5]
Derek shines his flashlight, hoping fervently this isn’t a drug deal. He’s just campus security, armed with little more than a fierce scowl and a flashlight. The dark alleyway lights up with a guilty looking guy who spots Derek and immediately takes off, holding a paper bag to his chest.
Derek decides not to pursue him, seeing as the dealer is still in the alleyway with nowhere to go, trapped between Derek and a wall.
“Oh my God, please turn that thing off!” the dealer says, shielding his eyes.
Derek knows he doesn’t have the authority to arrest anyone, but he can still scare the living daylights out of this kid. “No,” Derek says. “I’m going to keep you here until the authorities come for you, I can’t believe you’re throwing away your college education by doing this—”
“I swear, it’s for the public good, there’s a demand and I just am rerouting some of the supply—” the guy says sheepishly.
“You’re a menace,” Derek says, and he feels a bit badly for shining the light in the guy’s eyes so much, so he turns it off.
Derek immediately regrets this decision. The drug dealer is cute.
“Thank you,” the guy gasps. “Please, don’t rat me out, I just was making some extra cash, and it’s my own recipe but the bakery has these stupid strict rules and I think they’re gonna try and copyright it or something—”
Derek doesn’t understand what he’s saying. It’s probably all codewords for drug things.
theproblemwithstardust 