The verdict is in, Steter with touch starved Peter wins.
He woke to the sound of harsh breathing and opened his eyes, mistake because the bright light felt like it was burning them out of the sockets and he slapped a hand over his eyes immediately, “Jesus Christ! Why the hell is there sun?”
It felt like he had the hangover from hell but he didn’t remember drinking anything.
There was a strained chuckle from somewhere to his left, “Our hosts didn’t see much point in having fully enclosed accommodations for us.”
Stiles knew that voice and he groaned, rolling over to his hands and knees and very, very slowly peeling his hand up so his eyes adjusted to the evil brightness. He looked at Peter and frowned when he saw the man laying down on his back a bit haphazardly. Peter never lay haphazardly, never sat or stood or even shrugged without it being planned out and carefully controlled. Yet here he was, sprawled out on the dirt, in a very nice silk button down so Stiles knew something was very wrong because Peter was almost obsessive about the condition of his clothes. “What’s wrong with you? Beyond the psychological, we’d die before you finished listing all that.”
Nancy Sinatra // Bang Bang
Now he’s gone I don’t know why
And till this day some times I cry
He didn’t even say goodbye
He didn’t take the time to lie
Photographer Lassi Rautiainen recently captured the profound partnership between a she-wolf and a brown bear in the wilds of northern Finland. For days, he witnessed the strange pair meet every evening to share food after a hard day of hunting. No one knows when or how this relationship was formed, “but it is certain that by now each of them needs the other.” - Source
it’s 1 am and my hand slipped
Thank you for 1000 followers!
I never thought so many of you guys would be interested in my art, thank you <3 So this is just some
mostly recognizablemagic!Stiles and Derek for you (≧ω≦)
(click for higher res as usual)
I can’t help but look at this and see a tattooed Stiles blowing Derek.
THIS IS SO UNFAIR. I DIDN’T EXPECT MY QUEUE TO BACKSTAB ME LIKE THIS.
Peter was halfheartedly arguing with his sister via text while he climbed the stairs to his fifth floor apartment. The elevator was out of order again — the third time in as many days — and Talia was trying to talk him out of flat out paying for a brand new elevator to be installed. He glanced up when he heard the loud thundering of footsteps racing down the steps and flattened himself against the wall in time for someone to rush past him, jumping down the stairs by threes. Peter stared after for a second, certain that he’d just seen an awful lot of skin, and then he slowly resumed his more sedate ascension.
He was barely in his home for a minute before he heard a slew of imaginative cursing from the hallway. It piqued his interest. The fifth floor was usually quite silent, what with Peter having happily driven away most of his neighbors through sheer force of will. The only other tenant was new, and though Peter had yet to see him face to face, he’d heard him chattering on the phone easily and often enough to know his name
Ah, well. It was as good a time as any for Peter to frighten off his neighbor so that he could achieve his ideal peace and quiet.
Peter cracked his knuckles, squared his shoulders, and swung open his apartment door so suddenly that Stiles let out a startled screech. Peter took in a deep breath, prepared to bellow, and then stopped.
lazy sterek-sketch for inbetween
suddenly need steter sentinel/guide fics
LIKE OMFG GIMME
UH YES. (this is not a fic, it is a stream of consciousness SOMETHING):
peter as the sentinel that’s too powerful and aggressive for any of the government provided guides. he’s wild and calculating and dangerous enough to be locked up for the safety of everyone around him. it takes him six years or so, but he breaks free eventually — in a manner as violent and catastrophic as his powers permit.
Derek in Blue (Cheer Up, SadWolf!)
This started out as a chibi expression of the sadness that is Derek’s life. It should’ve ended there but a certain foxy boy literally showed up while I was inking and went, “Nope.”
(of course Peter has to mark what´s his)