This is primarily a Glee blog featuring the poly of Jesse St. James, Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe. Here you'll find my thinky thoughts and kickyfeet flails about the plots, characters, various ships, & Glee cast members along with my fan fiction and enthusiastic fangirling about my other fandoms such as Teen Wolf (❤Sterek) and Criminal Minds as well. I know that fandom is serious business (◕‿-✿) but I'm just here to have fun and share my feels with people who enjoy the things I do and discover new things to flail over. ＼(^o^)／
WARNING: I have a ZERO TOLERANCE policy about hate, (criticism is fine; HATE is not ) especially as it pertains to Kurt/Chris, Blaine/Darren, Stiles/Dylan or Derek/Tyler H, Klaine and Sterek. Post it & I don't follow you/ unfollow you. I multiship like it's my job, lead a Kurt Hummel and Stiles Stilinski appreciation life, Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan are my OTP of OTP's ♥ and if you didn't ship Cory and Topanga we can't be friends (j/k but seriously how can you NOT ship Cory and Topanga?!)
~ NOT A SPOILER FREE BLOG, NSFW MATERIAL MAY APPEAR AND THEME/PAGES DISPLAY BEST USING CHROME~
this is my son with the dog i just got him
Left: twitter pic. Right: s1 episode.
Does Dylan take the clothing from set or does he just come in off the street and Stiles ends up wearing whatever Dylan is for that day?
- A compliment
- A story
- Why you follow me
- If you met me what would you do
- A cute message
- One thing you want to tell me
- One thing you want to know about me
What If Derek Hale Was A Pop Star.
“Hey, remember that Derek Hale that used to creepy stalk your room?” Scott says, mouth wide open and eye’s flitting from the door to the TV.
“Yeah? So?” Stiles replies stiffly, his tone making it so god-damn clear he did NOT want to talk about dick-douche-dog Derek. No, sir. Not after the prick had eloquently said in less than three words he and Stiles would never be.
There was some douche on Ellen. Saying how his music is inspired by all the heartbreaks he had to endure. A load of bull shit Stiles thinks. Ellen asks him if theres someone special for him and he laughs, muttering hold on I’ll ring them.
Stiles spares a minute to wistfully dream that he was that celebritys sweetheart before he reminds himself that everyone’s a douche in the music industry.“Apparently he’s a pop star.” Scott says casually. Like it’s casual. Like anything about Derek freaking Hale is casual. LIKE THE FACT HE’S A FUCKING POP STAR IS CASUAL.
Stiles jaw drops open and Scott fixes him with a sympathetic look.
“Holy-” Stiles phone begins vibrating obnoxiously in his back pocket and he fumbles to grab it quick.
He looks at the caller ID and his air seems to disappear.
Derek Hale
“Answer!” Scott screams at him, his voice too loud for their shitty dorm room.
Stiles doesn’t answer. Slowly he turns his phone of and turns to look at Derek. On the fucking TV.
Derek, mini TV, Derek, sighs on screen before putting his phone away. He turns to look directly at the camera, directly at Stiles.
“Hi.” he whispers.
Stiles is minutely aware of Scott turning the volume up and grabbing phone but nothing else, all his attention is focused on the freaking gorgeous creature on the TV.
“It’s been two years, Stiles. Pick up the phone.”
Stiles chokes and the air comes whooshing out of him as he tries desperately to breathe.
“Pick up so I can start again. With ‘Hi’”
TV Derek disappears. The whole screen goes black.
“Sorry!” Scott screams trying in vain to place the wires he’d tripped over back in place.
“No. It’s fine.” Stiles says. He gets up and goes to his room, ignoring Scotts calls.
As he lay on his lumpy bed he considers his fucking life.
Derek Hale rejected him.
Derek Hale disappeared.
Derek Hale became a Popstar.
Derek professed his fucking love to Stiles. On TV. On national fucking TV.
Stiles groans and rubs his hands over his face.
How the hell was this his life?
nah, I cry when I don’t have enough change for snacks in the vending machine
First, I love Tumblr and want to keep loving it. And yes, it is immediately terrifying to hear that Yahoo (which, from a lot of our perspectives, is a laughably backwards and culturally irrelevant company) is going to own Tumblr. I sympathize.
But there are a number of circumstances in which…
@MTVteenwolf Times Square is officially Teen Wolf-ed!
