SPREAD THIS LIKE WILDFIRE I WANT FUCKING AUDIO.
reblog if you ARE gay, if you SUPPORT gays, or if you like to OPEN people’s WINDOWS in the middle of the NIGHT and put DOZENS of GEESE in their BEDROOMS. Let’s show the world that there’s a 1 in 3 chance that we’re kind of a dangerous person to be around.
"The one thing that changed my whole world, so meticulously controlled up until now, happened from that one small coincidence ― that on September 7, 2013, on a stormy day, I by chance had opened the window.” - Vol.1 Ch.1
"You called to me. I heard that voice―your voice―calling me. It ducked through the wind, tore through the rain, and came to me. You called me, and I was called by you. That’s why I opened the window. I flung it open wide to the outdoors. I extended my arms in search of you. You called me, and I listened. I reached out, and you caught my arm. I opened the window so I could meet you. That’s our truth, Nezumi.” - Vol.9 Ch.1
can someone write and record a vote for sterek campaign song or jingle?
EDIT: lyrics post!
Remember when we beat Destiel last year?
One of the most recurrent, and perhaps the most justifiable, critiques of Free! I’ve read is that the show - the plot, the character types - isn’t anything particularly “special,” nothing memorable or new or challenging. To a degree, I think that’s a fair critique; Free! boasts some pretty…
HIS MOLES ARE SAYING THAT YOU SHOULD WRITE WINGFIC
I imagine you mean sexy wingfic, but when I think of Stiles and wings, what comes to mind is:
“Stiles, you’re—” Lydia chokes off a laugh.
“What, what am I, what?” He tries to get a look over his shoulder. His left wing helpfully flares out, hitting him in the face. “Oh my god, where is the off switch for these things, I can’t—”
“Hold still,” Lydia says. She puts an open compact in his hand and steers him into the bathroom, Scott and Derek trailing along behind. “See for yourself.”
He takes a minute to get the mirror angled right, not sure he wants to see for himself.
Oh. That’s — not so bad, maybe? His wings are sort of pretty, gray-brown with long stripes of white, black, and iridescent blue. Raven black would’ve been more badass, and swan white would’ve played better with the ladies — in theory, anyway; girls are into angels and shit, Stiles could’ve sold it — but this isn’t horrible. At least his wings — his wings, fuck — aren’t flamingo pink or rainbow colors or something, that would’ve been awful.
He likes the blue stripes.
The blue stripes are weirdly familiar, actually. Why does he recognize that pattern?
“Mallard,” Lydia supplies, smirking. “It’s very distinctive.”
Stiles makes a horrified noise. “Mallard like the duck?”
“Been bitten by any mallards lately, Stiles?” Derek’s voice is quiet and sharp. What, is he mad Stiles got the bite from a freaking duck? Stiles is the only one who gets to be mad about that, and he will, he’ll be mad as hell once he stops feeling mortified with every atom of his being. A duck. A wereduck? He’s a fucking wereduck.
“We, um,” Scott says unevenly, one hand over his face. “You — when we were by the river, and you kept throwing bread at those ducks? They seemed pissed about it, and then—”
“One bit me,” Stiles remembers. “You kept talking about West Nile, oh, Jesus, I’m a duck.”
Derek sort of convulses. Oh, fuck him, he isn’t mad, he’s laughing.
“This isn’t funny,” Stiles insists. His wings quiver, spreading out a little. He’s done enough duck spectating in his life to recognize a back off when he sees one. Scott laughs, dropping his hand from his face.
The moment Scott starts laughing, Derek is gone, laughing so hard his eyes are watering.
“All of you suck,” Stiles mutters, folding his arms. His wings curl in, gray-brown feathers edging his vision.
“Out,” Lydia orders Scott and Derek, shutting the bathroom door. He can still hear them laughing in the hall. “It could be worse, you know, it isn’t like—”
“I know, I know, I could be a flamingo, I’m grateful,” Stiles says. Lydia gives him a look. “That wasn’t what you were going to say, was it?”
“Flamingo,” Scott says. He and Derek sound like a pair of dying cats. Stiles hates them both. He hates everything.
Except for his shiny blue stripes. He likes those.
OMG I can’t breathe!!! ahahahaha a wereduck pffffft I can’t stop laughing omg *cries*
I always seem to start fic on a Monday so…
TW + Futurefic + AU
Beacon Hills is the kind of small town where everybody knows everybody, and what everybody knows is that surly diner owner Derek Hale and free spirited single dad Stiles Stilinski have been in love with each other for years. If…
OMG a Gilmore Girls AU? o.o