misfitmonarchythings:

Sterek AU: Stiles is stopped at a small bar while passing through and meets a singer. Instead of breezing through the small town as planned he decides to stay a few days. 

Derek uses his music to channel his emotions into haunting indie music that’s more like a coping mechanism than an act that Erica let him have at her bar after he lost his sister. She and her husband, Boyd, have been married for three years and have a tendency to house strays. 

The bar is supernatural friendly (unless you wish to make it a human au that’s fine too) and serves a few beverages that even a healing factor doesn’t stop you from getting tipsy. 

They have an open mic night every Saturday and Wednesday from 8pm-12am. 

The bar sits on the outskirts of Beacon Hills, a town that Stiles never thought he’d come back to after his father had been killed in the line of duty. He knew enough of the supernatural world, enough to know it wasn’t an animal attack that killed the sheriff a few years ago. 

In the past three years, Stiles has been travelling on his dad’s old bike that had up until his death, been hidden under a tarp and half falling apart. He’s just come back for the first time since the burial, hadn’t even recognized the town he was passing because this bar hadn’t been something he’d noticed when he left town back then. He can’t help but be enraptured by Derek’s music and ends up staying in town longer than he planned. 

(As far as the canon timeline, ages are not the same but the plot of BH shenanigans is up to S2) 

as always, feel free to use my edits/prompts as long as you tag me 🙂 

gallusrostromegalus:

evermore-fashion:

Lazaro Spring 2019 Bridal Collection

This dress has everything:

-cool witch feather trim for a “I’m totally prepared to curse your family for seven generations over minor slights” aesthetic.

– shimmering effects reminiscent of the cold and uncaring stars that won’t help that asshole now.

-corseted middle for my back pain, voluminous skirt because knowing if I actually have legs is a privilege

-FUCKING POCKETS HOLY SHIT, for carrying knives and small animal bones.

All it needs now is a matching hat.