Artist: ninakaskAuthor: zainclaw
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It’s more a reflex than anything else; the first time Stiles’ throws his arms around Derek and hugs him tightly. He’s just so relieved, so amazed. Part of him hadn’t dared hope Derek would be the one walking out of that building alive. Part of him had already forced himself to accept the fact that he would never see Derek again. That the few words they had exchanged earlier would be the last words ever said between them; the accidental brush of their arms remaining their last touch.
But then the door is ripped open and Derek is there; bleeding and scarred but alive. And Stiles forgets how to breathe as he leaps forward and runs to meet him. He wraps his arms firmly around Derek’s neck, when their bodies collide, burying his face in his shoulder. His heart is racing; the fear yet not defeated by the relief and realization that it’s all over. He just needs to hold Derek close; needs to feel him solid in his arms to make sure he’s really okay.
Then Derek circles his own arms around Stiles’ waist, hugging him tightly in return, and Stiles is unable to hold back the sob that’s been building up as a painful lump in his throat.
"It’s okay," Derek breathes right in his ear, and Stiles is pretty sure not even the werewolves around them managed to catch that.
"No. No, it’s not okay," Stiles whispers back, refusing to open his eyes because he knows tears will start streaming down his face. "I thought you were gone."
Derek tightens his grip around him, nuzzling the curve of Stiles’ neck.
"I’m here," he murmurs, and Stiles can feel his lips against his skin. "I’m not going anywhere."
And Stiles desperately wants to believe it’s true; wants to believe that with Deucalion and the rest of the pack gone he won’t have to fear for Derek’s life ever again. He’s not even sure when it happened, and maybe that’s what scares him the most; the fact that he’s come to care for this Alpha werewolf who always manage to sniff out trouble to the point where he lies awake at night worrying about his safety. It scares him because he can’t imagine what his life would be without Derek in it.
Derek’s torn shirt smells of smoke and Stiles can feel it enter his lungs as he inhales.
Somewhere in the distance there are people yelling over the sound of the Hale house once again being swallowed by flames, but it’s all a blur. Stiles keeps his eyes tightly shut, clinging to Derek and lets the rest of the world wait for a moment longer. Someone is calling his name, but he doesn’t respond.
Derek doesn’t let him go until the Sheriff reaches them and pulls Stiles into his own arms, but even then he remains close. Even if it’s all over and they seem to be safe, Derek still doesn’t leave his side all night.

Artist: ninakask
Author: zainclaw

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It’s more a reflex than anything else; the first time Stiles’ throws his arms around Derek and hugs him tightly. He’s just so relieved, so amazed. Part of him hadn’t dared hope Derek would be the one walking out of that building alive. Part of him had already forced himself to accept the fact that he would never see Derek again. That the few words they had exchanged earlier would be the last words ever said between them; the accidental brush of their arms remaining their last touch.

But then the door is ripped open and Derek is there; bleeding and scarred but alive. And Stiles forgets how to breathe as he leaps forward and runs to meet him. He wraps his arms firmly around Derek’s neck, when their bodies collide, burying his face in his shoulder. His heart is racing; the fear yet not defeated by the relief and realization that it’s all over. He just needs to hold Derek close; needs to feel him solid in his arms to make sure he’s really okay.

Then Derek circles his own arms around Stiles’ waist, hugging him tightly in return, and Stiles is unable to hold back the sob that’s been building up as a painful lump in his throat.

"It’s okay," Derek breathes right in his ear, and Stiles is pretty sure not even the werewolves around them managed to catch that.

"No. No, it’s not okay," Stiles whispers back, refusing to open his eyes because he knows tears will start streaming down his face. "I thought you were gone."

Derek tightens his grip around him, nuzzling the curve of Stiles’ neck.

"I’m here," he murmurs, and Stiles can feel his lips against his skin. "I’m not going anywhere."

And Stiles desperately wants to believe it’s true; wants to believe that with Deucalion and the rest of the pack gone he won’t have to fear for Derek’s life ever again. He’s not even sure when it happened, and maybe that’s what scares him the most; the fact that he’s come to care for this Alpha werewolf who always manage to sniff out trouble to the point where he lies awake at night worrying about his safety. It scares him because he can’t imagine what his life would be without Derek in it.

Derek’s torn shirt smells of smoke and Stiles can feel it enter his lungs as he inhales.

Somewhere in the distance there are people yelling over the sound of the Hale house once again being swallowed by flames, but it’s all a blur. Stiles keeps his eyes tightly shut, clinging to Derek and lets the rest of the world wait for a moment longer. Someone is calling his name, but he doesn’t respond.

Derek doesn’t let him go until the Sheriff reaches them and pulls Stiles into his own arms, but even then he remains close. Even if it’s all over and they seem to be safe, Derek still doesn’t leave his side all night.




Artist: ninakaskAuthor: zainclaw
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It’s more a reflex than anything else; the first time Stiles’ throws his arms around Derek and hugs him tightly. He’s just so relieved, so amazed. Part of him hadn’t dared hope Derek would be the one walking out of that building alive. Part of him had already forced himself to accept the fact that he would never see Derek again. That the few words they had exchanged earlier would be the last words ever said between them; the accidental brush of their arms remaining their last touch.
But then the door is ripped open and Derek is there; bleeding and scarred but alive. And Stiles forgets how to breathe as he leaps forward and runs to meet him. He wraps his arms firmly around Derek’s neck, when their bodies collide, burying his face in his shoulder. His heart is racing; the fear yet not defeated by the relief and realization that it’s all over. He just needs to hold Derek close; needs to feel him solid in his arms to make sure he’s really okay.
Then Derek circles his own arms around Stiles’ waist, hugging him tightly in return, and Stiles is unable to hold back the sob that’s been building up as a painful lump in his throat.
"It’s okay," Derek breathes right in his ear, and Stiles is pretty sure not even the werewolves around them managed to catch that.
"No. No, it’s not okay," Stiles whispers back, refusing to open his eyes because he knows tears will start streaming down his face. "I thought you were gone."
Derek tightens his grip around him, nuzzling the curve of Stiles’ neck.
"I’m here," he murmurs, and Stiles can feel his lips against his skin. "I’m not going anywhere."
And Stiles desperately wants to believe it’s true; wants to believe that with Deucalion and the rest of the pack gone he won’t have to fear for Derek’s life ever again. He’s not even sure when it happened, and maybe that’s what scares him the most; the fact that he’s come to care for this Alpha werewolf who always manage to sniff out trouble to the point where he lies awake at night worrying about his safety. It scares him because he can’t imagine what his life would be without Derek in it.
Derek’s torn shirt smells of smoke and Stiles can feel it enter his lungs as he inhales.
Somewhere in the distance there are people yelling over the sound of the Hale house once again being swallowed by flames, but it’s all a blur. Stiles keeps his eyes tightly shut, clinging to Derek and lets the rest of the world wait for a moment longer. Someone is calling his name, but he doesn’t respond.
Derek doesn’t let him go until the Sheriff reaches them and pulls Stiles into his own arms, but even then he remains close. Even if it’s all over and they seem to be safe, Derek still doesn’t leave his side all night.

Artist: ninakask
Author: zainclaw

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It’s more a reflex than anything else; the first time Stiles’ throws his arms around Derek and hugs him tightly. He’s just so relieved, so amazed. Part of him hadn’t dared hope Derek would be the one walking out of that building alive. Part of him had already forced himself to accept the fact that he would never see Derek again. That the few words they had exchanged earlier would be the last words ever said between them; the accidental brush of their arms remaining their last touch.

But then the door is ripped open and Derek is there; bleeding and scarred but alive. And Stiles forgets how to breathe as he leaps forward and runs to meet him. He wraps his arms firmly around Derek’s neck, when their bodies collide, burying his face in his shoulder. His heart is racing; the fear yet not defeated by the relief and realization that it’s all over. He just needs to hold Derek close; needs to feel him solid in his arms to make sure he’s really okay.

Then Derek circles his own arms around Stiles’ waist, hugging him tightly in return, and Stiles is unable to hold back the sob that’s been building up as a painful lump in his throat.

"It’s okay," Derek breathes right in his ear, and Stiles is pretty sure not even the werewolves around them managed to catch that.

"No. No, it’s not okay," Stiles whispers back, refusing to open his eyes because he knows tears will start streaming down his face. "I thought you were gone."

Derek tightens his grip around him, nuzzling the curve of Stiles’ neck.

"I’m here," he murmurs, and Stiles can feel his lips against his skin. "I’m not going anywhere."

And Stiles desperately wants to believe it’s true; wants to believe that with Deucalion and the rest of the pack gone he won’t have to fear for Derek’s life ever again. He’s not even sure when it happened, and maybe that’s what scares him the most; the fact that he’s come to care for this Alpha werewolf who always manage to sniff out trouble to the point where he lies awake at night worrying about his safety. It scares him because he can’t imagine what his life would be without Derek in it.

Derek’s torn shirt smells of smoke and Stiles can feel it enter his lungs as he inhales.

Somewhere in the distance there are people yelling over the sound of the Hale house once again being swallowed by flames, but it’s all a blur. Stiles keeps his eyes tightly shut, clinging to Derek and lets the rest of the world wait for a moment longer. Someone is calling his name, but he doesn’t respond.

Derek doesn’t let him go until the Sheriff reaches them and pulls Stiles into his own arms, but even then he remains close. Even if it’s all over and they seem to be safe, Derek still doesn’t leave his side all night.


deanbennie:

finding a new favorite character like

image

Oh my god XD


teenwolf:

Pero like…Derek speaks Spanish?




There’s going to come a day when we’ve all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you’re driving to work with the car radio on, or you’re making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It’s the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you’d never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.

This is cruel

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jumpingjacktrash:

tranquil23:

Japan hotel and temple join forces to offer gay and lesbian weddings
Draped in wedding kimonos, standing in a Zen temple built in the 1590s, gay and lesbian couples have a new option for a commitment ceremony in Japan
According to the deputy head priest at Shunkoin Temple, Japanese buddhism doesn’t have anything against homosexuality (source: Mainichi Shimbun(in Japanese))  - cool :)
More Details at:Japan National Tourism OrganizationGAY STAR NEWS

that photo is so beautiful i just sighed out loud

jumpingjacktrash:

tranquil23:

Japan hotel and temple join forces to offer gay and lesbian weddings

Draped in wedding kimonos, standing in a Zen temple built in the 1590s, gay and lesbian couples have a new option for a commitment ceremony in Japan

According to the deputy head priest at Shunkoin Temple, Japanese buddhism doesn’t have anything against homosexuality (source: Mainichi Shimbun(in Japanese))  - cool :)

More Details at:
Japan National Tourism Organization
GAY STAR NEWS

that photo is so beautiful i just sighed out loud


I accept the nomination for the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge and I hereby nominate Bill Murray, Andrew Gar-Field of Dreams, and Dame Maggie Smith.