In which Stiles and Derek hold hands when they sleep.
“You know otters hold hands when they sleep?”
Derek’s response is something between a noncommittal grunt and a noise of inquiry that doesn’t mean talk forever, but it doesn’t mean shut up either.
“They do,” Stiles says, gently tightening his grip on Derek’s hand. “They hold hands while they sleep so they won’t float away from each other.”
Derek’s eyes open, then, and Stiles tries to pretend Derek won’t hear the way his heart skips. In the dim light from the full moon outside, Stiles is having an all too familiar problem trying to figure out if Derek’s eyes are hazel or green or gold or maybe a little red.
“That what you’re doing?” Derek finally murmurs, voice a soft rumble that lilts across the space between them. “Holding me so I won’t float away?”
Stiles could be flippant, he knows. Could answer in a way that masks the lump in his throat and hides the ache in his chest that’s become a constant wherever Derek’s involved. But they’ve spent too many nights pretending that Derek doesn’t wake up shaking because of nightmares -
“You should smile more, Derek. The world should know how happy you are.”
“You mean how happy you make me?”
“Yeah. Something like.”
- and that Stiles doesn’t remember what it feels like to watch the line of his mother’s heartbeat slow until it’s a straight, painstakingly even line.
“We’ll turn the monitors off so you won’t hear when it flatlines, okay? It will make things easier if…”
“Leave them on. I don’t want easier.”
“Maybe,” Stiles finally whispers, stroking his thumb over the back of Derek’s hand. “Or maybe you’re doing that for me.”
What do you call a song that has been altered for a bass singer?
no but this is the funniest thing ever look at him
for how many years do you think would dean hum the ghostbusters theme every time john found a spirit hunt
and sit in the back and whisper “hey. hey, dad. are you afraid of ghosts?”
and john would roll his eyes in the mirror but give in and mutter “i ain’t afraid of no ghosts” and dean would laugh until he woke up sam
i’m actually crying that’s so sweet
What if, when Thorin, Fili and Kili die in the third Hobbit movie, they just mute the battle noises and play the Misty Mountain Song from the first movie?
What if i punched you in the throat?
it’s even better than that because he’s trying to protect trevor’s ears instead of his own XD I love you neville<3
#and ron is so badass he doesn’t even need to cover his ears #he’s all like ya’ll mad?
Ron is used to it because Percy loves to sing in the shower.
but omfg the knight in the background is all like wHO DARE COMES TO ATTACK ME
my mom said ‘Hitler was a penis potato’
and i have never been more confused in my life
until she looked at me like i was stupid and said ‘dictator… penis potato… god its like you’re not even my daughter’
i am so fucking done
actual photo of hitler
MY LIFE IS COMPLETE.