I lost myself in make believe

EVERYBODY MAKE A SCENE

PUMPKINS SCREAM IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT

EVERYBODY SCREAM

EVERYBODY SCREAM

IN OUR TOWN OF HALLOWEEN

THIS IS HALLOWEEN

THIS IS HALLOWEEN 

Saw this in my Facebook feed. Can we make this go viral Tumblr?

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teen wolf au: laura hale is alive. 

just imagine crisp autumn air breezing in through the window while the sun sets, smoke disappearing before it reaches the ceiling, warm mouths and hands and bodies all over each other… yeah. i just needed to draw some lazy evening stoner sterek. 

i swear, since my first little venture into this whole idea over two years ago, i haven’t been able to stop developing my au versions of these characters and can’t imagine i’ll ever stop drawing them. it will likely be the death of me. but that’s okay.

also, when i was almost finished drawing the first panel, i realized how similar it was to an older drawing i had done (also a stoner au piece). i laughed at myself for my redundancy, but it’s also kinda fun to see how much my fanart style has developed over the year. so i ain’t mad.

anyway, if you want some chill tunes to listen to while you think about the greatness that is stiles and derek getting high and making out, i’ve made a playlist here! hope you guys like the art (and the music) ‘cause i sure as hell liked making it~

here’s some super late drawings for sciles day, which was on nov. 24!! i came across the ref photos for these on two separate occasions many moons ago and have been wanting to draw them forever, ‘cause these two are just cuties and they’re super cuddly and love making out and peppering each other with lil kisses and touches ok

I s n ’ t h e p e r f e c t ?! 😈

{Both Stiles are making me feel some type of way…}

Since joining Tumblr, I’ve met a lot of young queer people. Look, I’m a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and I’m approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepard’s story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, “I better keep my mouth shut about these feelings I’m having.”

And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”

Her response was, “Well, are you?”

My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.

The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”

I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.

Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies. Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.

Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.

Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.

Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Don’t just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. That’s like washing the dishes in a house that’s on fire, kids. Let’s fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, let’s just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.

Signal boost to this unbelievably important message.

And what’s even sadder is that this just barely gives him any notice that people are there, so he just has that moment to think ‘oh shit’ before there’s somebody letting themselves in to his space.

and then I think about how his own bed is out in the open, how he’s set himself up to sleep somewhere they can’t easily corner him in his room. 

and then I think about how scared and outright paranoid he is in his very own home

and then i remember that he has valid cause

because people come into his space

and they do whatever they want with him

be it impaling him with a pipe

or raping him

Derek never has a choice

Derek never stands a chance

and yet he stays

because he knows nothing he can ever do will make a difference

except he installed this alarm

so that, even though he knows its unavoidable, he won’t be caught by surprise

Derek Hale is the most tragic character on a show filled with tragic characters. No wonder he doesn’t take time to think through his actions, he just does things based on a split second instinct, because a split second is all that he ever has.

derek being secretly clumsy but his werewolf powers helps him out 150% so people think he’s just showing off when he does a sudden forward roll in the middle of a pack meeting

the reason he jumps down stairs is normally he trips.

he wears all black because people can’t tell if his shirt has stains from when he accidentally spills drinks on himself and he didn’t catch them in time

the stubble is because he will cut himself shaving so he only goes to the barber to get it done like once a month.

he stayed in his old burnt down house for a long time because it’s not like he can make any more damage to it if he walks into a table or a wall

The giant hole in the loft is not by design. He won’t be getting the security deposit back.

yeah that wasn’t blood it was v8 (by soupstain)

he has an alarm at the loft so he can quickly change to clean outfit and clear any broken things laying around

he DID buy furniture. But Stiles is never allowed to know that.

he’s actually relieved when chris broke his car window because at least it wasn’t his fault this time

“he stayed in his old burnt down house for a long time because it’s not like he can make any more damage to it if he walks into a table or a wall” TOO SOON!

‘there are no wolves in california’

So, this is amazing.

WOW THANKS FOR POSTING THIS!! i’M DYING OVER THE NOTES lol

It never made sense to me the idea that werewolves never feel cold. They have faster metabolisms, they have higher internal temperature, they feel the difference of internal and external temperatures harsher than humans. They’re cold. Always.

Give me all the fics where werewolves are cold all the time.

Give me Derek wearing warm sweaters at home and walking around with a blanket draped over him all the time. Give me Derek hating to take his shirt off because it’s so damned cold out, but doing so anyway because he likes the way Stiles heart flutters when he lays eyes on him like that, even if his skin breaks into gooseflesh instantly and it makes Stiles think it’s because of him (it kinda is). Give me Derek wearing leather, not because it’s cool and makes him look like a badass (although it is cool and it does make him look like a badass), but because leather conserves heat and it’s better than wearing wool sweaters that he knows everyone is gonna make fun of. Give me Derek when possessed by the nogitsune’s fly, wearing the thumb-holes sweater because nogi is cold goddamn it and he doesn’t give a shit about the werewolf’s leather-clad persona, he just wants a cute, warm sweater that can also warm his hands and he’s gonna get one, fuck it! Give me Derek disliking winter because he can’t handle being outside most of the time, but also give me Derek loving it because it’s the one time of the year he can wear all the warm clothes he damn pleases and few people will give a damn about it. Give me Derek sitting on the roof of Stiles house when there’s a threat around, cocooned in a pile of blankets and with a thermos of hot chocolate in his hold to warm his cold hands. Give me Derek strategically getting the middle seat on the couch at pack hangouts because he knows Kira and Stiles will sit on each side of him and cover their legs with warm blankets and he gets to pretend he hates it and it wasn’t his choice while being warm the whole night. Give me Derek holding onto Stiles when the human falls asleep in the middle of the movie and claiming it’s because Stiles usually kicks him in his sleep, but really it’s just because Derek loves Stiles’ human heat more than any blanket or sweater in the world.

Now give me Stiles finally figuring it out. Give me Stiles buying ugly af matching sweaters and making Derek wear one when they go on stakeouts because “it’s fucking cold, Derek and we’re a team so we have to match” while secretly being too warm but not wanting Derek to feel cold and self-conscious. Give me Stiles buying Derek warm things with wolves because “those grumpy wolves remind me of you!” but also because he knows Derek will wear those fluffy, pink slippers every day from then on. Give me Stiles forcing Derek from the roof and onto his bed because “you can protect me better if you’re closer!” and then falling asleep curled around the werewolf who finally stops shaking once he gets inside the covers. Give me Stiles taking Derek on dates, every single one of them somewhere warm and comfy and then when they get out to move to another place give me Stiles placing his own jacket around Derek’s shoulders and grinning because Derek smiles shyly at him and takes his hand right away. Give me Stiles rubbing his lips together before he goes to kiss Derek for the first time because he was just eating ice-cream and he does not want Derek to recoil. Give me Stiles topping Derek almost every time they have sex, covering Derek’s body with his own , hands and arms pressed together, chests rubbing, legs under the sheets until Stiles has warmed Derek enough (it never takes long).

Aghhh just give me all the Derek werewolves get cold fics!

Puppy reacts to getting hicups!

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dogs are so pure. i cant even believe this small little thing is barking at its own little stomach for creating hiccups inside of him.

MY SWEET CHILD

Friendly reminder that, before Liam held Hayden’s dead body, before Scott held Allison in his arms as she died, and before we saw how Derek had held Paige in his arms before giving her a quick death, there was Lydia Martin, who watched her first love die in front of her, not once…

but twice in the same night.

Lydia Martin who felt the death of her best friend that she tried to save

and the following night felt the death of her new boyfriend.

The girl who saw her banshee grandmother try to lobotomize herself…

The girl that heard her grandmother’s last breaths, trying to save her banshee granddaughter from her same fate of ending up alone and insane…

Before you talk about the poor babies losing their first love… don’t forget the girl who lost everything she loved.

Including herself.

This post fucks me up man.

“I did not make a pie,” Alec repeated, gesturing expressively with one hand, “for three reasons. One, because I do not have any pie ingredients. Two, because I don’t actually know how to make a pie.” He paused, clearly waiting. Removing his sword and leaning it against the cave wall, Jace said warily, “And three?” “Because I am not your bitch,” Alec said, clearly pleased with himself.”