sssssssim asked: SO. Stiles called Ms McCall 'mom'. Okay, he was slightly possessed and very sleep deprived and sedated at the time, but he did it. What if he does it again, maybe without realizing it, just randomly in the middle of a conversation? How would Scott react to that?

scottmcslut:

"Are you sure you don’t want anymore, Sweetheart?" Melissa asked as she slid her fingers under Stiles’ plate, smudged with the remnants of second helpings and melted cheese. She’d made sure to pack as much onto his plate as she could get away with, but he still looked too pale, too thin. 

"I’m fine, Ms. McCall," Stiles smiled, holding a hand up in surrender, "I’m pretty sure the mountain you gave me for my second helping is gonna keep me full for a week."

"You ate less than Scott did," She snorted, but she took his plate from the table anyway, giving her son a look as she did so. Scott just shrugged.

"Werewolf metabolism," The darker teen said easily.

"Whatever, Scott, you just can’t admit you’re a pig," Stiles laughed, standing up from the table with a sated groan. Scott was on his feet a second later, grabbing what was left of dinner from the table and carrying it into the kitchen for his mom. Stiles followed after him at a relaxed pace, his stomach straining against the hem of his pants. 

"Well, I don’t know about you two," Melissa smiled, "But I have an early shift in the morning, so I’m gonna go pass out. You boys need anything before I turn in?" 

"Nah, go get your rest, Mom," Scott grinned, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek, "We’ll be fine."

"Alright, then, Sweetheart. Goodnight."

Melissa started toward the archway leading to the living room, giving Stiles a motherly smile and a quick kiss on the cheek, “G’night, Stiles.”

"Night, Mom."

Melissa, for her part, barely reacted to it. Her smile stuttered but widened and she gave him a pat on the cheek before leaving. Stiles let himself glance over to see Scott staring at him smugly, arms crossed over his ridiculously buffed out chest.

"Shut up," Stiles grumbled.

"I didn’t say anything."

floateron:

THE SUN IS A MASS OF INCANDESCENT GAS

A GIGANTIC NUCLEAR FURNACE

WHERE HYDROGEN IS BUILT INTO HELIUM

AT A TEMPERATURE OF MILLIONS OF DEGREES

I GET THIS SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK

daisybuchanan:


Sebastian Stan by Nino Muñoz for OUT Magazine

#sebastian ”i have never taken a photo where i don’t look like i suck cock for money” stan (x)

deformed-globule:

reallyyeahokay:

I spent 3 hours watching youtube videos about hockey. I am now officially obsessed.

I thought I could control this.

Why are my life choices bringing me to this.

The Habs youtube channel is a black hole of amazingness.

WHELP I KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO DO NOW

Tags: hockey oh god

rustypolished:

lychgate:

okay well, after two days of animating, ive finished this heaping pile of shit for the internet. enjoy the worst teen wolf animation/voice acting ever

MADDIE PLEASE

(via artofobsession)

dixie-chicken:

clintkates:

  • steve introducing bucky to the avengers
  • all of them being instantly accepting of him
  • bucky speaking russian with natasha
  • clint teaching bucky all about archery and television
  • thor inviting bucky to go out drinking with him
  • tony offering to upgrade bucky’s arm
  • bucky hanging out with bruce in his lab late at night
  • bucky barnes being loved and having a family

I am legit so sad the movie didn’t quite pull Bucky all the way out, because I had this mental image of Steve, Bucky and Natasha driving somewhere after the credits in awkward silence.

Bucky looks down at his battle-damaged left arm and grumbles, “Gonna take me weeks to fix this thing.”

Steve, warm encouraging Steve voice: “Well, will it be easier with help?”

Bucky snorts. “Not unless your local shade-tree mechanic is an expert in cybernetic prosthetic weaponry.”

A beat. Steve and Natasha exchange a long look in the rearview mirror.

Steve leans back and puts an arm around his shoulders. “When’s the last time you saw Manhattan, Buck?”

(via mad4s4hatter)

I spent 3 hours watching youtube videos about hockey. I am now officially obsessed.

I thought I could control this.

Why are my life choices bringing me to this.

shipsanddip:

If you don’t think that what Derek Hale wants the most is a hot bath with a glass of red wine on the side and tightly knitted woollen socks and to find the book he’s been looking for is on sale and maybe a feral cat that hesitantly learns to like him and only him and peace and quiet on a sunday afternoon with the cat curled up against him while he’s reading the book

then let me tell you a thing

(via tumblweedblr)

deanthebrave:

found on a table in a coffee shop, somewhere outside of washington, dc; reads:
Dear Steve Steve Captain ?? [19 2014] 
I don’t know how to tell you what you make me I feel for you. I thought I knew all I need to I you made me doubt everything I thought I knew. You said we were best were we lovers?    I love
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry
God I’m so fucking stupid sorry 
I’m an idiot
I love You mean everyth every a lot to me your nation. I’m sorry
Am I Bucky Barnes?
Am I your friend?
I’m sorry

inspired by godsquadd
companion: (x)

deanthebrave:

found on a table in a coffee shop, somewhere outside of washington, dc; reads:

Dear Steve Steve Captain ?? [19 2014] 

I don’t know how to tell you what you make me I feel for you. I thought I knew all I need to I you made me doubt everything I thought I knew. You said we were best were we lovers?    I love

I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry

God I’m so fucking stupid sorry 

I’m an idiot

I love You mean everyth every a lot to me your nation. I’m sorry

Am I Bucky Barnes?

Am I your friend?

I’m sorry

inspired by godsquadd

companion: (x)

(via bleep0bleep)

"That’s why he doesn’t kill him. That’s why he saves him. That end scene to me was always like: ‘I don’t know what this is, I just know I’m supposed to do this right now. Whatever this is, I’m supposed to protect this for some reason."

Sebastian Stan on Bucky’s mindset when he decides not to let Steve die

(via queenclem)

(Source: briecheesie, via stele3)