Watch the Queen of England age through bank notes.


Watch the Queen of England age through bank notes.


Sterek AU: Deputy Derek and the Sheriff have been working on a particularly hard case for a few months. This meant a lot of late nights working at the Sheriff’s house. Unfortunately for Derek this also meant a lot of time spent getting hit on by the Sheriff’s teenage son. Which was totally annoying and definitely not adorable, or flattering, or in any way tempting. Nope. Definitely not that.


In which Steve and Peter have a little talk about fondue…

My favorite way to blow off steam is to sing obnoxiously loud in the shower.


The Beatles owe soooooo much to teenage girls for their success like i’m pretty sure it was teenage girls who were screaming and fainting at shows and buying all those records and not old ponytailed dudes or moody teen boys with bad hair? and somehow everyone forgets that when they’re yelling about “real music” and putting down teen girls for the performers they get excited about. like whatever. I see you.




Dylan arriving at the M&G *

okay i’m gonna need president’s son flanked by the secret service fic stat

and the main secret service guy is Derek

And Stiles keeps flirting with Derek, teasing him, trying to provoke him, making Derek’s job about a million times more difficult, because damn, he just wants to give in. He wants all those things Stiles is trying to lure out of him, and it’s so hard to say no, but he has to. This is his job, and it’s important. He has to stay focused. He has to… But Stiles is no fool, and obviously he notices how Derek looks at him, the things Derek does for him, the way Derek’s pupils dilate when Stiles comes just a tad too closely. And Stiles is a bit reckless and young, and he’s used to taking what he wants, so he doesn’t understand Derek’s resistance, per se. He doesn’t understand Derek’s reluctance to give into his feelings, his urges.

Until Stiles calls Derek one night, from his bedroom where he’s supposed to be safe, and tells Derek in a panicked voice that he thinks someone’s in there with him, and can Derek please come over because he doesn’t feel safe? And Derek’s never ran this hard in his entire life, all the way across the White House, barging into Stiles’ room with his gun drawn, ready to kill the first person to hurt Stiles. Only Derek nearly drops his gun because there is no intruder, there is no danger. There’s only Stiles, sitting on the side of his bed, naked, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth while he looks seductively at Derek. 

And Derek just snaps, but not in the way Stiles wanted him to (by falling into bed with him). No, Derek snaps by yelling at Stiles, by cursing at him for making his life oh so damn difficult, for making his job almost impossible, for exploiting his fucking feelings for Stiles, because yes, Derek wants him, and yes, Derek loves him, and he would give everything to have Stiles but he can’t. He would get fired, he would compromise Stiles’ safety (and that’s just something that he would never be able to justify) so. he. can’t. 

And Stiles just… he tugs the sheet over his lap, ducks his head in shame, because he gets it now. That this isn’t a game to Derek. And he mumbles an apology as he rushes into his bathroom, dragging the sheet along with him. And when he comes back out, Derek is gone. 

They avoid each other for a few days, which is harder than it seems when Derek still has to make sure Stiles is safe at all times. But he’s assigned his best men to Stiles’ security detail, and he’s keeping tabs on them all. But Stiles doesn’t know all that, and just… he misses Derek. Not the teasing or the game Stiles turned everything into. He misses the moments he talked with Derek. The moments where Derek was always by his side. The moments where he’s never felt safer. He misses Derek for who he is, not the hot Secret Service guy he could maybe try and lure into bed. And he realizes what an ass he’s been, what a complete and utter idiot, and how he ruined everything. 

So he goes and finds Derek, but Derek doesn’t want to talk to him and brushes him off. Stiles starts his apology, but Derek says it’s his night off, and he doesn’t have to deal with Stiles in his free time and it hurts to even say the words, but he can’t handle dealing with Stiles right now. But Stiles wouldn’t be Stiles if he didn’t sneak off when Derek left the White House, following him all by himself, without any security around. And before he can catch up with Derek in the streets, he’s recognized, and people start surrounding him, taking pictures, wanting to talk to him. And they’re a bit pushy, but Stiles can handle it, until it gets a bit too much, and people get too close, too pushy, touching him, grabbing his shoulder to get his attention, and Stiles suddenly realizes that he’s all alone, all by himself, no one around to protect him and he doesn’t know how to handle it and he’s close to getting a panic attack and why won’t these people just go away? 

And then there’s another hand on his shoulder, but it’s a familiar one. It’s Derek, who’s pushing aside the crowd, curling his arm around Stiles protectively as he guides him away, into a restaurant where he knows the owner and they get to sneak into the back, near the private entrance. 

"Are you completely out of your mind?" Derek yells at him, and Stiles is close to tears, as Derek continues, "What are you even doing here? Do you realize what could have happened?" 

"I just… I needed to…" Stiles says, his breathing heavy, as Derek’s hands clutch at Stiles’ upper arms, "I needed to talk to you." 

"You… what?" Derek asks, trying to wrap his mind around things. 

"Derek, I’m so sorry," Stiles rushes out, "I’ve been such an idiot, and I’ve ruined everything. You… you probably hate me for what I did, but I swear I… I just didn’t think. I was so blinded by how much I wanted you that I just… I never even considered things from your side." He ducks his head, his cheeks flushed, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I’m so sorry." 

There’s a silence for a second, before Derek whispers, “I could never hate you. That’s the problem. I could never…” 

"Tell me how to make this right, Derek, please?" Stiles pleads, "I’ll do anything. Please, I just need you back in my life, please, I can’t - " 

And then his words are cut off by Derek’s lips, pressed against his, Derek’s hands still gripping his arms as Stiles grips his fists into Derek’s shirt, almost desperately. His cheeks are wet, but Stiles can’t bring himself to care as he falls into the kiss, and he’s never felt so scared in Derek’s presence before, but he’s never felt more alive. 


them: oh are u excited for that new marvel movie?




Has Joss told you anything about the arc of the movie?

Chris Evans, the king of not knowing who the villains in his movies are.

I bet Sebastian Stan walked onto the set of Winter Soldier and he was like “what are you doing here? Bucky’s the Winter Soldier? You’re shitting me? They don’t tell me anything.”


Tbh the worst part of this website is queue puns

1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.

2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.

3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.

5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.


reasons why winter is better than summer:

  • little to no insects (◕‿◕✿) 
  • sweaters all the time (◠△◠✿)
  • the air is nice and fresh smelling (◡‿◡✿)
  • sometimes it snows and you get out of school \(◕‿◕✿)/
  • snow is pretty (´・ω・`)
  • no pollen (▰˘◡˘▰) 
  • it gets darker faster so theres more nighttime and more time to look at the stars (ᅌᴗᅌ* )
  • everything is dead just the way i like it (⊙‿⊙✿)