I don’t care how hot you are, if your personality is shit your physical appearance automatically means nothing
Dylan actually acts like a feral kitten when you try to get near him with a comb lately. He can only be soothed by bottles of hair gel, so we’ve stopped trying.
LOL I love when Stiles is a smartass
Well, sort of.
A lot of people look up to Steve Rogers and his positive outlook, but even more identify with the fact that Steve has gone through many things they’ve gone through as well, ranging from staggering loss to being uncomfortable in their skin to just plain feeling like they don’t belong.
So what better idea for a blog than one that can reach out to people through the guise of Steve Rogers? Whether it’s giving advice to the best of our abilities, or doling out sunshine to those who are a little down, we’re going to do our very best here to make you feel as though you’re doing all right.
Just like Steve Rogers would.
So, please, spread the word, drop an ask or two or ten, and let’s get this lovefest on the road, shall we?
The Magic Begins
↳Favourite House/Your House: Hufflepuff
[DON’T BE SAD HAVE SOME FLUFFY COLLEGE AU]
Derek thinks he’s lucked out with the roommate situation; Scott McCall is a genuinely nice guy, considerate, relatively quiet, and has no problem keeping his side of the room clean. Since neither of them are dating anyone, they haven’t yet had the talk about what the etiquette should be if one of them wants to bring someone back to the dorm. So Derek is genuinely embarrassed when he swipes his keycard one afternoon and enters his room to hear some frantic scrambling.
"Um, hello," Derek says awkwardly. There’s a brown-haired girl in Scott’s bed hastily zipping up a jacket over a— bra? She scoops up her t-shirt and places it in her purse. Scott is blushing heavily, wearing only his board shorts and a sheepish expression.
"I’ll see you in Anthro, Scott," the girl says without any trace of embarrassment, leaving the room.
"I’m really sorry," Derek says. "Was that, um, Allison?" He remembers Scott mentioning his crush earlier in the quarter.
"Yeah," Scott says dreamily. "Don’t worry about it, dude. It’s all good."
The next day Derek is eating his lunch in the quad with Erica, sitting on the grass, minding his own business, when something hits him on the back of his head.
Erica laughs delightedly, picking up the thing and handing it to him. It’s some sort of plush chicken in a square shape and he looks up to find the culprit who threw it at him.
"Yeah, that’s right! It’s on now!"
Oh. Oh, that’s Stiles, Scott’s best friend who hangs out in the dorm sometimes that Derek most definitely does not have a crush on. Why is he throwing this at him?
Stiles laughs and runs off. There clearly is a joke Derek isn’t getting.
Dylan O’Brien in Naples x
#throwback to me holding a mug
That’s definitely not a winning award for the writing of the show
yes it is
[Cheese video. College AU.]
Derek adjusts the camera, sighing a little, already bored with the assignment for his film class. He doesn’t need each of these students to ramble on for five plus minutes about their favorite cheese, really, he’s going to end up cutting each of their segments to a few seconds. The camera actually is already off; he’s just pointing it politely and letting the current redhead in front of him sigh happily as she recalls her favorite artisan cheeses. She’s talking about cranberries now, and Derek just nods, not really paying attention anymore.
"Lydia! Hey, do you have the notes from Morrell’s class?"
A guy pops into the frame and Derek blinks to attention. He’s really cute in an understated way, tufts of hair sticking out of a beanie and wide honey-brown eyes set in an enthusiastic face.
Lydia sighs, making a cross expression. “Stiles, can’t you see I’m in the middle of something? Derek’s interviewing me for his new student film. Now we’re probably going to have to re-do my whole segment.”
"Actually, I’ve got enough to work with, thank you, Lydia," Derek says. "I just need one more interview. How about you?" Derek gestures towards the guy— Stiles— who brightens up immediately and gives Derek an appreciative look.
Derek turns on the camera, waving goodbye as Lydia walks away.
"Me? Sure, um, what do you want me to talk about?" Stiles licks his lips.
"What’s your favorite cheese?" Derek asks.
Stiles grins bemusedly, his pale skin contrasting with the green ivy-covered wall behind him. “Jack,” he says immediately, looking up through his lashes at Derek. “I like how it goes on my burger…meat,” Stiles says slowly.
He’s looking at Derek’s crotch.
Derek turns off the camera.
"That’s my favorite cheese too," he says with a slow smile.
"Yeah? I’m kinda hungry now that I think about it," Stiles says. "Too bad the good dining halls are all closed right now. I could really stuff my mouth full right now." He waggles his eyebrows a little at Derek, and it’s cheesy as hell, but Derek can’t help but rise to the bait.
"I’ve got my own apartment," Derek says. "I can definitely get you some meat. If you want."
"For my mouth," Stiles says, grinning.
"Yeah. For your mouth."
I want my eyelashes to be as black as my soul and a long as the list of people I hate.
I want Derek to get drunk on the Lunar Eclipse and talk to Stiles in his drunken state like “you’re always there, you asshole, with your face and your lips and your moles and that hair I wanna tug.” and Stiles and Derek are like two seconds from kissing and Derek just hiccups and passes out on Stiles’ lap.