Yes! He Deserves All The Love. And So Do You! 💜

Stuart Twombly exchanges lots and lots of sassy, bratty remarks with his girlfriend until they inevitably make out and touch every inch of each other.

Thank you for your time.

HAHA YESSS

wait isnt kinky part of it? i thought that was like the undertone vibe or something?

I mean... Yeah, pretty much lol

I feel a strong need to add to this, my apologies...

No parent is perfect. No situation is perfect, especially the Stilinski family's. I can't imagine the trauma that Noah and Stiles both went through while watching Claudia decline left them unscathed.

Also, Noah is the fucking Sheriff. Time is not really something he has very often. I don't think that any neglect that may or may not have taken place was intentional.

And yeah, it's not like Stiles was an "easy" kid to raise, not that raising any kid is ever easy or simple. The show repeatedly mentions how rambunctious Stiles was as a child - this probably added to his father's stress, but there were no signs of him acting on it. The hallucination at Lydia's party was conjured by Stiles' guilt and fear, not a memory.

Abuse is such a brash leap, what the fuck?

Okay I need to rant

I hate the bad parent sheriff stilinski tag because the way the writers are using it is he's abusive and that's not true at all.

Was he neglectful? Yes but then again he is trying the best parent he can be while doing his job as the sheriff of the town. He is raising a kid who has ADHD while grieving the loss of his wife

However he was NEVER abusive. He never beat Stiles or anything like that.

Rant over

So I decided treat this blog as my sketchbook. 👀

BAHAHA same though-

THE GRAY HAIRS? HIS HAND? OH MY GOSH?

The other day, my sister made fun of me for liking Tootsie rolls. This is how we found out that all of the guys I've liked are easily comparable to them. Tootsie rolls are my type. How do I go on from this epiphany, I-

Hii! How's dairy queen Stiles doing!?

Hi! He's good, but he's anxiously waiting to see a certain someone again...

A little drabble based on the Dairy Queen!Stiles AU.

Word count: 291

Stiles never thought he'd be excited to go work at a fast-food restaurant, but his entire world was flipped last week when he met an angel.

He wakes up before his alarm, something he's never experienced before, but he's not upset about it because he can use this time to search every corner of the internet for the mystery girl. There's only so many people living in Beacon Hills; he's bound to find her eventually.

Yes, he knows she has a boyfriend - Victor, or whatever, but after watching them interact, he doesn't imagine they'll last very long. He hopes not, at least.

The minutes seem to pass like hours at work. He spends his downtime conspicuously gazing out of the windows, hoping he'll catch a glimpse of her hair or something, anything. His head whips over to the door every time the bell rings, signaling a customer's arrival. Just those seconds of distraction are enough for disaster to strike - just what he needs, more messes. He remakes drinks, refills cartons of fries, and mops up puddles of ice cream even more often than usual.

The whole process is frustrating, but he's getting increasingly slick to avoid more angry rants from the manager. His acting skills have improved greatly, though he's sure his smile is looking faker as the days go on.

When he finally goes home and collapses in his bed for the night, his dreams are filled with fantasies of beating the shit out of that douchbag boyfriend and spending peaceful, romantic moments with the angel he can't wait to see again (mostly the latter). He knows it's possible that he never will, but he also knows that if he does, it'll be absolutely magical, just like the first time.

OH MY GOSH WAIT. I FINALLY FOUND IT! I was looking for so long but decided to just post my response without it because it was taking forever, BUT I FOUND IT!

This is my all-time favorite Stiles fic. Ever. I read it such a long time ago, I really need to read it again, but from what I remember, it was outstanding. Ugh, I could pass out just thinking about it. Anyway, now that I have you on the edge of your seat, it's called Ski Trip by @mf-despair-queen! (There is smut in it so beware of that if it's not your thing!)

hi any recs for other writers? love your work btw!

Hi! Thank you so much! And thanks for asking!

I'll be honest, I've barely read any Dylan O'Brien works recently because I've been obsessing over a different man... Yes, I feel guilty, but it's also fun to enjoy new media. This being said, I don't know of anything in particular at the moment, though I know of some awesome writers!

Anything from @darkintothedawn, @sibyllinebooks, and @obriengf is essentially guaranteed to be amazing, but I'm kind of biased 🤭.

Also, @dylanobrienstorieslibrary has a bunch of awesome recommendations that I used to scroll through all the time!

I'm sorry I can't be of much help. I feel like I'm failing the fandom 😭. But thank you again for asking! I hope you have a wonderful day, my dear! 💜

Aw thank you! I must agree, he's quite fantastic. I have no idea, I don't really like weddings to be honest lol

FAVORITE COLOR? I like navy blue 🤭 Also I'm in love with you

FAVOURITE COLOURS! THE AGE OLD QUESTION (I am so proud of this actually). I, uh, don't actually have one. I don't really have a favourite anything because to have a favourite seems like such a big thing to me and I just can't comprehend loving a colour THAT much. However, I am obsessed with green, a light coral blue, beige/cream, and soft browns!!!! I think I might be in love with you too actually. Marry me when?

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stiles had always been a nervous wreck. he easily became overwhelmed. he spoke at a quick pace as he struggled to ramble out his jumbled thoughts. there was an annoying habit he had of never looking anyone in the eye. he had a permanent wrinkle in between his brows from how much he furrowed them.

things shifted once he became hers and she became his. he was at ease whenever she was around. his shoulders relaxed and his hands no longer felt clammy. he didn’t need to wring his fingers out when he paced back and forth. the buzzing sound of overlapping voices silenced around him. the world slowed down and he was able to catch his breath.