movers, shakers, and producers / me and my friends understand the future / i see the strings that control the system / i can do anything with no assistance / ‘cause i can lead a nation with a microphone / with a microphone / with a microphone / and i can split the atom of a molecule / of a molecule / of a molecule
ＲＥＢＯＯＴ: Buffy the Vampire SlayerWhen Buffy Summers moves to Sunnydale to escape her past, she finds herself at the edge of a Hellmouth and knee-deep in exactly the kind of trouble she thought she could escape. And you thought your high school was hell…Featuring Jennifer Lawrence as Buffy Summers | Dylan O’Brien as Xander Harris | Alia Shawkat as Willow Rosenberg | Kat Graham as Cordelia Chase | Michael B. Jordan as Oz Osbourne | David Tennant as Rupert Giles | Taylor Kitsch as Angel | Tom Sturridge as Spike
this is what i spent this afternoon doing
UHHHHHHHHHH WHY ISN’T THERE ALREADY A TEEN WOLF/WEIRD SCIENCE AU WHERE SCOTT IS GARY AND STILES IS WYATT AND DEREK IS LISA?! WHY ISN’T THIS ALREADY A THING?! I DON’T UNDERSTAND. FANDOM, DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING. I AM SCREAMING. SCREAMING.
i’m too good for someone like you, anyway
Derek’s never fought a demon before, never seen a demon, never even heard a whisper that they were real. In the realm of fucked up supernatural things he’s seen, demons seemed laughable, impossible. Heaven and Hell were on Earth and there wasn’t anybody pulling the strings.
The demon doesn’t want to fight, he says, doesn’t want anything to do with Derek or the pack. “Just needed somewhere to hang out for a while, this kid was good as any.”
Derek bristles at it, his fangs dropping, and he grabs Stiles’ shoulder, furious at this thing inside of him. “You can’t have him.”
“Oooh, he liked that. Think he’s been dying for you to touch him. Feels like a long time coming in here.”
Derek swallows, digs his fingers in harder. Stiles will forgive him. “You can stay here. But you can’t have him.”
“But he’s so cute.” He shrugs Derek’s hand from his shoulder and straightens his shirt. “Have you seen this mouth? Look at his eyes. Haven’t worn someone like this in ages. Last guy was like 70 and couldn’t eat anything decent without making me sick. Nice to have a young one again.”
“You keep them ‘til they wear out.” Derek’s not asking, he doesn’t have to.
“A demon like me’s a whole lot of energy for a meatsack to handle. Sometimes you get a week, sometimes you get a life. Depends on the sack, depends on their seams.”
Derek catches Stiles’ arm in his hand, squeezes hard. He flinches and jerks away. “Not so fast. You try to hurt me, you’re only gonna hurt him. You wouldn’t want to hurt this kid, would you? I can feel his trust for you pulsing around him. It’s making me nauseous.”
Derek retracts his claws, swallows hard. “Better him dead than trapped with you until he comes apart.”
“I’m offended. You don’t even know me yet.”
Derek surges forward, hand closing around Stiles’ neck, claws pressing just into the skin, teeth bared. “He isn’t yours. And I’ll tear him apart if I have to. I will tear you out of him with my teeth.”
Stiles grins, but it’s not Stiles. Stiles’ mouth has never tipped up like that, toxic and ugly and hateful. “Wouldn’t you like that? The Big Bad Wolf finally tasting Red Riding Hood.” Stiles tips his head a little. “Even now he’s not afraid of you. Claws digging into his throat, ready to tear it open, and he’s so calm. And you had no idea, did you? No idea how much he trusted you, how much he wanted you.” Stiles sucks his teeth, tsking. “Never let him join the club, never let him in.”
“Leave him. I don’t care if you take someone else. Not him.” Derek can barely breathe, can’t believe what he’s saying, wishing this on someone else, anyone but Stiles.
“The truth is, this kid was already broken and miserable before I got here.” Stiles eyes flash solid black and Derek has to look away. “None of you noticed. You didn’t notice.” Stiles pushes hard at Derek’s chest and shoves him away. It’s not werewolf strength, it’s nothing like it, it’s something else entirely, magic. It feels like something Derek doesn’t have a chance in hell of fighting.
“He asked for this. Begged. He wanted to be strong. He wanted to know what it was to be powerful. Watching all his little wolfy friends frolicking really did a number on him. You drove him to this.” Stiles claps his hands together in applause, makes a sound in his throat like a laugh from someone who’d made it to adulthood without ever doing it before. “Well done.”
Stiles turns to walk away and Derek catches his arm again, pulling him hard. He turns toward Derek’s face and shakes his head. “Touch me again and I’ll turn him to dust right now, right in front of you.”
“Did you tell him the deal? That you wear him ‘til you can’t anymore and then leave him to die?” Derek’s heart is pounding and he feels like his skin is on fire, the urge to shift clawing at him from inside.
Stiles shrugs. “It’s a handshake deal, it’s not like I wrote up a contract. He’s lucky he even got a chance to say yes. Demons aren’t exactly the type to ask for permission.”
Derek pushes his hand through his hair, he can barely breathe. “Take me, then… Please.”
Stiles laughs, twists his face into some shadowed version of sympathy. “Aww, aren’t you just the sweetest?” Stiles looks him up and down, tongue pressing at the corner of his mouth. “Not that I wouldn’t love to take a joyride in that,” he waves his hand in Derek’s direction, “But there’s only room for one otherworldly affliction at a time in there.”
Stiles walks away from Derek and even that looks wrong, the steps too long, too measured, swaying. Derek feels the shift coming over him, his fingers curling as his claws take shape.
Stiles stops for just a second, glancing over his shoulder. “Don’t try it. I promise you won’t win.”
Derek stills, his entire body tense. The wolf’s ready, but Derek knows better. For now. When he sees Stiles again, Derek will be ready too.
here’s the story
of a brooding werewolf
who was raising three lively little pups
all of them had fangs and claws
like their alpha
he fixed their problems up
here’s the story
of a guy names stiles
who was busy saving three lives of his own
they were four teens
working all together
but they were all alone
‘til the one day when the werewolf met this fellow
and he knew he was much more than a snack
that this group must somehow form a family
that’s the way they all became the beacon pack
the beacon pack, the beacon pack
that’s the way they became the beacon pack
Hey guys. So my Aunt got me a Zombie Dildo for my birthday but she didn’t know that I already have one. I can’t take it back. So I decided to give it away to one of my followers on here, it doesn’t matter what country you live in. You just have to re-blog this or suggest me for the directory. I’ll pick a random winner on valentines day.