Fangirl Ramblings

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23 Apr

"Your heart will find it’s way to happiness"

Regina and Snow, 3x18 

(Source: princessducklings)

23 Apr princekarkat:

for some reason i thought both of these were the same post and i sat for awhile trying to figure out which ice cream face was the weak bitch

princekarkat:

for some reason i thought both of these were the same post and i sat for awhile trying to figure out which ice cream face was the weak bitch

(Source: princeloptr)

22 Apr

#joffrey being a seemingly good guy out of context #part 2
(asked by anon)

22 Apr trilliath:

trilliath:

The guy is leaning against the door frame, looking a little winded, though he has the pizza bag balanced gently enough on his hand.
His eyes widen as Derek opens the door and his lips part in a soft ‘o’ before a flush spreads over his cheeks and a crinkled grin splits his face.
"Extra large pepperoni and mushrooms."
"You’re late," Derek says, though there’s not much bite to it. Just the usual hungry grouchiness that accompanies the anticipation of pizza.
"Sorry. There was… we weren’t sure which one of us was going to come. I had to arm-wrestle Scott for the tie-breaker." He seems smug about that for some reason as he slides the pizza out of the case and hands it over to Derek. "I’m Stiles, by the way."
Derek arches an eyebrow and says, “Derek,” since it’s only polite. He sets the pizza box aside.and takes the little mini clipboard to sign for the charge to his card.
Stiles plucks off the customer copy to hand to Derek and slides the clipboard into the bag, but he seems to be lingering a little, so Derek looks back at him, brows raised.
"So, uh. What do you think?" Stiles asks, eyelashes sweeping down flirtatiously as he leans against the door frame.
"About?"
"You know," Stiles replies, cheeks going hot.
Derek doesn’t know. But the variety of innuendos and possibilities that start spinning through his head are enough to distract him from the pizza and make him really look at the young man lingering in his doorway. His short hair is ruffled, strands going every which way like he runs his fingers through it on a regular basis. Bright eyes, a positively sinful mouth that’s quirked speculatively, and an appealing lanky form with just enough muscle in all the right places.
"Dude. About the special…" his face starts to pale and he straightens from his casual pose. "You have no idea what I’m talking about."
Derek shakes his head in confirmation, though he wishes now that he did know.
"Oh my god. Oh my god if Boyd did this as a - sorry. Sorry! Nevermind. Wow. Just."
He turns, face gone blank as he adds as almost an afterthought, “Excuse me. I have some murder to go commit. Uh, enjoy your pizza.”
And then he’s gone, disappearing down the apartment building hallway. Derek frowns after him, oddly disappointed at his departure and thoroughly confused.
Until he glances at the receipt in his hands.
The receipt that clearly says “special instructions: send your cutest delivery boy”
Derek leans his forehead against the door with a thump as he bellows, “CORA!”
His only response is hysterical laughter from behind the stairs.

It’s just an anomaly to be forgotten about, another thing to add to the list of “strange pizza delivery-boy shenanigans” that come with a job like this. And if he’s a little disappointed that Derek hadn’t actually sent for him (though Boyd had never actually admitted it, asking Stiles archly if he was calling Boyd a liar was the same as an admission, probably) it’s just another in a long string of missed opportunities and rejections.
So it takes a second for it to register two weeks later when Erica says with a mischievous smile as she snatches the box away from Scott’s waiting bag, “Not Scott. Stiles.”
"Huh? No. It’s Scott’s turn."
"537 Beacon Hill apartments, number 32 ring a bell?" she asks, eyebrows going up significantly.
He just continues to look at her like she’s crazy. Because she kindof is, as much as he loves her.
"Derek Hale," she says like she’s talking to a child, rolling her eyes as she shoves the box into his hands. "Hurry up. Don’t want to keep the man waiting," she adds with a wink.
Stiles glares as Isaac bursts into rude laughter, elbow deep in a batch of dough. Stiles just turns his glare back on Erica. “Not this again. Tell your boyfriend it wasn’t funny last time.”
She throws her hands up and makes a face that’s the picture of innocence. “Honest to god, it’s what the computer printed out from the customer!”
"Oh my god," Stiles says with a groan, taking the box and loading up the receipt tray into his bag. The printout clearly says "Send Stiles" in the little box for special instructions. He tries to quash the burble of hope that wells up in his chest at the thought that it might actually be intentional on Derek’s part. He doesn’t really want to get his pride crushed again. Then again, standing around looking at the others’ smirking faces doesn’t hold any appeal either so he quickly gathers his gear and heads out the door to load into his jeep.
The laughter he leaves in his wake has him vowing revenge of some sort on all of them. Like freezing Isaac’s keys in a block of ice. Or switching all of Erica’s work shirts for extra-extra-larges. Scott saves himself from the fate of having his cell-phone saran-wrapped by following him out, a worried frown replacing the glee on his face.
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trilliath:

trilliath:

The guy is leaning against the door frame, looking a little winded, though he has the pizza bag balanced gently enough on his hand.

His eyes widen as Derek opens the door and his lips part in a soft ‘o’ before a flush spreads over his cheeks and a crinkled grin splits his face.

"Extra large pepperoni and mushrooms."

"You’re late," Derek says, though there’s not much bite to it. Just the usual hungry grouchiness that accompanies the anticipation of pizza.

"Sorry. There was… we weren’t sure which one of us was going to come. I had to arm-wrestle Scott for the tie-breaker." He seems smug about that for some reason as he slides the pizza out of the case and hands it over to Derek. "I’m Stiles, by the way."

Derek arches an eyebrow and says, “Derek,” since it’s only polite. He sets the pizza box aside.and takes the little mini clipboard to sign for the charge to his card.

Stiles plucks off the customer copy to hand to Derek and slides the clipboard into the bag, but he seems to be lingering a little, so Derek looks back at him, brows raised.

"So, uh. What do you think?" Stiles asks, eyelashes sweeping down flirtatiously as he leans against the door frame.

"About?"

"You know," Stiles replies, cheeks going hot.

Derek doesn’t know. But the variety of innuendos and possibilities that start spinning through his head are enough to distract him from the pizza and make him really look at the young man lingering in his doorway. His short hair is ruffled, strands going every which way like he runs his fingers through it on a regular basis. Bright eyes, a positively sinful mouth that’s quirked speculatively, and an appealing lanky form with just enough muscle in all the right places.

"Dude. About the special…" his face starts to pale and he straightens from his casual pose. "You have no idea what I’m talking about."

Derek shakes his head in confirmation, though he wishes now that he did know.

"Oh my god. Oh my god if Boyd did this as a - sorry. Sorry! Nevermind. Wow. Just."

He turns, face gone blank as he adds as almost an afterthought, “Excuse me. I have some murder to go commit. Uh, enjoy your pizza.”

And then he’s gone, disappearing down the apartment building hallway. Derek frowns after him, oddly disappointed at his departure and thoroughly confused.

Until he glances at the receipt in his hands.

The receipt that clearly says “special instructions: send your cutest delivery boy

Derek leans his forehead against the door with a thump as he bellows, “CORA!”

His only response is hysterical laughter from behind the stairs.

It’s just an anomaly to be forgotten about, another thing to add to the list of “strange pizza delivery-boy shenanigans” that come with a job like this. And if he’s a little disappointed that Derek hadn’t actually sent for him (though Boyd had never actually admitted it, asking Stiles archly if he was calling Boyd a liar was the same as an admission, probably) it’s just another in a long string of missed opportunities and rejections.

So it takes a second for it to register two weeks later when Erica says with a mischievous smile as she snatches the box away from Scott’s waiting bag, “Not Scott. Stiles.”

"Huh? No. It’s Scott’s turn."

"537 Beacon Hill apartments, number 32 ring a bell?" she asks, eyebrows going up significantly.

He just continues to look at her like she’s crazy. Because she kindof is, as much as he loves her.

"Derek Hale," she says like she’s talking to a child, rolling her eyes as she shoves the box into his hands. "Hurry up. Don’t want to keep the man waiting," she adds with a wink.

Stiles glares as Isaac bursts into rude laughter, elbow deep in a batch of dough. Stiles just turns his glare back on Erica. “Not this again. Tell your boyfriend it wasn’t funny last time.”

She throws her hands up and makes a face that’s the picture of innocence. “Honest to god, it’s what the computer printed out from the customer!”

"Oh my god," Stiles says with a groan, taking the box and loading up the receipt tray into his bag. The printout clearly says "Send Stiles" in the little box for special instructions. He tries to quash the burble of hope that wells up in his chest at the thought that it might actually be intentional on Derek’s part. He doesn’t really want to get his pride crushed again. Then again, standing around looking at the others’ smirking faces doesn’t hold any appeal either so he quickly gathers his gear and heads out the door to load into his jeep.

The laughter he leaves in his wake has him vowing revenge of some sort on all of them. Like freezing Isaac’s keys in a block of ice. Or switching all of Erica’s work shirts for extra-extra-larges. Scott saves himself from the fate of having his cell-phone saran-wrapped by following him out, a worried frown replacing the glee on his face.

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22 Apr

To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:

thejadedkiwano:

Let’s play a game.

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

you

also

what

when

why

how

look

because

never

21 Apr

whydontihatemarrymyself:

vajoochie:

how do boys look good without makeup

thats it. thats literally it. entirely. for serious though

21 Apr

rubylis:

propertyofwckd:

someone asked Keahu what scene he would like to put in for Danny if he could write one, and he said he would want to see Danny have a run in with “Miguel” and have Derek try to still go along with it like he’s actually Miguel. 

I’d like to see him ask “Miguel” out. 

21 Apr

The Friends Method

I’m just watching Friends and it’s made me think. 

Throughout the whole series, Friends remained strong because they kept close to their core characters. They had 6 characters and although they introduced other characters, it was only really about them in the end. Other characters all leant back to the character-growth of Rachel, Ross, Joey, Chandler, Monica and Phoebe. 

Other TV shows don’t really do that as much. They try to overstretch themselves - introduce a million new characters all at once. Even a show as fantastic and well thought out at Game of Thrones suffers because of this sometimes. 

You don’t need a huge cast to make a show work. Just a few that we care about  - and take the time to let these characters grow.

Teen Wolf have a good cast. In spite of the fact they seem to hemorrhage characters (aka Erica, Boyd, Cora, Allison, Victoria, Jackson, Issac… the list goes on) they have a good set of characters. They don’t need more.

We have Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Derek left. Then we have the parents - the Sheriff, Chris, Melissa… Peter. And some side characters: Danny, Kira (kind of side) Parish… Malia. 

They need to stop introducing more characters. There’s enough there to be getting on with. I want to see Derek continue his hero role - to finally show closure when Kate is finished off. I want to see Scott grieve - and also embrace his Alpha role. To become the protector and build a small but strong pack. I want to see Stiles deal with the after-effects of being possessed. To learn that he is a hero too - that he can help. To become an emissary for his best friends pack. I want Lydia to learn how her powers work and kick Peter’s ass. I’d even want to learn more about Kira - to find a way to talk to her mother again, to learn more about her own power and gain confidence in herself.

We don’t need more characters. We have enough already. 

21 Apr

Reblog if you’re in the Teen Wolf Fandom

isaac-ismyalpha:

Come on, i wanna see those numbers

image

(Source: couldibemoregay)

20 Apr

derekhalesnewloft:

Forever reblogging this, the ultimate bitch face.

(Source: sansprisedetete)

20 Apr

dansrules:

disneyfab:

this literally gave me chills.

I’ve never hit the reblog button so fast in my life.

(Source: starssight)

20 Apr
  • Augustus: so your name is four
  • Tobias: yeah
  • Augustus: you could say it's a metafour
  • Tobias: will you stop