These are the things, the things we lost
These are the things we lost in the fire
Guess where I am. ;)
the boy who drank stars
Challenge Ice-cepted! #ALSIceBucketChallenge x
I think we all need to take a minute to think about how evil Derek had the potential to become. Villains always have a trigger. Derek ignored his and became a hero.
#right#RIGHT??????#I WILL WRITE A FUCKING ODE TO DEREK HALE#we get all these villains with their sad little backstories#about how they’ve been wronged and abused and tortured in the past#and how that made them into the cold relentless monsters that they are#and we’re supposed to feel sorry for them#we’re supposed to go ‘aww i get why you are the way that you are now’#’all those terrible things you went through totally excuse your behaviour’#WHEN IT DOESN’T#BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW MUCH LIFE FUCKS YOU OVER#AT THE END OF THE DAY IT’S /YOU/ WHO MAKES THE CHOICE TO EITHER LET IT TURN YOU INTO A MONSTER OR NOT#IT’S /YOU/ WHO MAKES THE CHOICE TO EITHER GET OVER IT AND BECOME A STRONGER AND BETTER PERSON#OR TO LET IT RUIN YOU AND MAKE YOU EVIL#AND DEREK HALE HAS BEEN THROUGH THE WORST#BUT HE DIDN’T LET IT EAT HIM UP#HE IS STILL HAUNTED BY HIS PAST BUT HE’S NOT LETTING IT DESTROY HIM AND TURN HIM INTO SOMETHING TERRIBLE#DEREK HALE GETS UP EVERY MORNING AND SOLDIERS ON LIKE A /HERO/#GOD I LIVE A DEREK HALE APPRECIATION LIFE#my sun my moon my everything (via alphavenger)
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It’s real! The first official Dancing Groot toy, from the amazing folks at Funko!
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming."
"Stiles," Derek sighs, eyes remaining closed. "Go to sleep."
"I’m trying," Stiles says, pulse quickening.
"No, you’re not. You’re staring at me." He slowly opens his eyes then, meeting Stiles’ gaze in the dim darkness of the boy’s bedroom. Stiles smiles, feeling his heart flutter warm in his chest. Derek blinks. "What?"
Stiles inches closer, moving his arm to play with Derek’s hair rather than his own. Derek’s eyes flicker over his face, filled with wonder.
"You look adorable when you sleep," Stiles admits in a murmur.