When Captain John Stilinski retires from the force, his next in line Chris Argent takes his place. Argent’s first order of business- assign Detective Stiles Stilinski a partner to assist him on his cases. Stiles has been tracking the distribution of a deadly new drug called Wolfsbane that is sweeping through the campus of the local high school. Stiles emphatically does not want a partner, especially not Derek Hale, a new addition to the BHPD fresh from the NYPD. However, as the two detectives get closer to solving the case, they also grow closer to each other, a move that has the potential to save the day or tear them apart.
“Hale!” Finstock tosses his play book on the floor and waves his arms manically at Derek. “I’m sorry, is training for the Championship cutting into your daydreams? Ask Stilinski to the dance later, get your act together!
Based on this fic, by Amy Rose. but with Lydia instead of Allison
“You know I’ve had my head tilted up to the stars for as long as I can remember. You know what surprised me the most? It wasn’t meeting them. It was meeting you,” Derek said.
When gigantic spaceships touch down in twelve locations around the world, linguistics professor Stiles Stilinski and physicist Derek Hale are tasked with leading a team to initiate first contact and find a way to communicate with the extraterrestrial visitors.
During the course of their encounter, Stiles begins to realise that the strange, non-linear language of the extraterrestrials are allowing him to learn about his future. Given what he comes to learn, ultimately he must make the choice whether or not he wants that future, which may or may not include Derek.
There is a phenomenon sweeping fandom at the moment, the talented and gracious mad-madam-m’s fic A Desperate Arrangement (on Ao3, Explicit, 61k words, incomplete) Cult up people, you’ll wanna say you knew her when…
The premiere of Sterek Magazine, for all Sterek lovers. Set in an AU world where werewolves & supernaturals are out in the world, read articles and interviews with your favorite characters. [Read Here]
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Wow, it was hard work putting this together. Hopefully, everybody can dive into this little magazine and enjoy! I plan on making this an “every other month” kind of deal, starting after December. If I can manage it, there should be a December issue. This was my first try with making magazine, so with time, I might be able to improve certain things.
This really just came into existence out of my love for Sterek and creating. I decided that it would be something fun for everybody in the Sterek fandom to enjoy. A few years ago, there was actually another TW magazine somewhere, but it only lasted for a couple issues. So, now I thought I’d make something (hopefully) more permanent and turn it into an AU with some Sterek slow-build built into the mix….
For the next Issue:
I will be opening up submissions for fanwork (fanfic rec, fanart, edits, etc.) so that way you guys can be involved, too! As of right now, I don’t have any of the guidelines set up, but there will be some guidelines and rules put in place. Also, I want to create another blog page to handle all of the magazine stuff.
Additionally, you guys can send me questions for the “Ask Stiles” segment in the magazine right now. Just send me an ask starting with, “Dear Stiles” and end it with some sort of marker. (ie. –colethewolf, –curious reader, –lively werewolf). I can’t promise that everybody will see their question in the next issue, but I’ll try my best to make as most fit as I possibly can.
If you have any suggestions, comments, any questions about the AU universe, anything you think will be cool or funny to see, you can send anything to my askbox!
i don’t want to see anyone be sexy anymore. tired of it. bored. have sex or wahtevr i don’t care just stop being sexy … it’s been done to death.. at least like spill some juice on ur jeans or somethin so i can relate 2 u… make that face that is like “this baby carrot that i’m eating isn’t like sweet it is instead that weird boring carrot flavor” it looks like this : but with bigger cheeks because u are eating the carrot anyways because you don’t want to waste it. UGH . hello ? i am typing on my keyboard to you. can you hear me ?
We are Venom and the way I see it, we can do whatever we want.
If you’re interested in getting something like this from me, I have an art offer up for bid on Marvel Trumps Hate @marveltrumpshate[HERE] with all proceeds going to charity! Auction ends soon!
i saw this post earlier about therapists and it reminded me of my old therapist paul, who in my opinion is one of the greatest men alive and who did not put up with my bullshit for even one second
anyway i go in to see paul one week in the summer of 2016, and i’m doing my usual bullshit which consists of me talking shit about myself, and paul is staring at me, and then he cuts me off and says that he’s got a new tool for helping people recognize when they’re using negative language, and gets up and goes over to his desk
and i’m like alright hit me with that sweet sweet self-help article my man, because i’m a linguistic learner and whenever paul’s like here i have a tool for you to use it’s pretty much always an article or a book or something
paul opens a drawer, takes something out, and turns back around. i stare.
i say, paul.
is that a nerf gun.
yeah, says paul.
i say, are you gonna shoot me with a nerf gun in this professional setting.
he happily informs me that that’s really up to me, isn’t it. and sits back down. and gestures, like, go ahead, what were you saying?
and i squint suspiciously and start back up about how i’m having too much anxiety to leave the house to run errands, like it was a miracle to even get here, like i’ve forgone getting groceries for the past week and that’s so stupid, what a stupid issue, i’m an idiot, how could i–
a foam dart hits me in the leg.
i go, hey! because my therapist just shot me in the leg. paul blinks at me placidly and raises an eyebrow. i squint again.
i say, slowly, it’s– not a stupid issue, i’m not stupid, but it’s frustrating me and i don’t want it to be a problem i’m having.
no dart this time. okay. sweet.
so the rest of the hour passes with me intermittently getting nailed with tiny foam darts and then swearing and then fixing my language and, wouldn’t you know it, i start liking myself a little more by the end of the session, which is mildly infuriating because paul can tell and he’s very smug about it
anyway i leave his office and the lady having the next appointment walks in and i hear what’s all over the floor? and paul very seriously says cognitive behavioral therapy tools.
The “I won’t hesitate, bitch” vine but @ friends who don’t love themselves
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