trohleyjpg:

sure is hard work being the emo cousin AND the gay cousin



thepsychicclam:

sterek modern royalty au: stiles is the crown prince, and derek is basically the royal mechanic

happy (belated) birthday literaryoblivion! i hope you like this <3 you are amazing and wonderful and ilu.

Stiles faces the cameras, waves his hand and smiles like he’s been trained his whole life to do. His back aches from the stiff posture, and he resists the urge to run his hands through his hair. A reporter asks him a question about his father’s upcoming peace summit, and Stiles automatically recites the answers.

Remember to smile. Remember the answers. Remember to be charming like Mom taught me.

The reporter thanks him, and Stiles continues down the line, answering more questions about the summit, but also superficial questions like who he was rooting for in the World Cup and what’s the worst thing about being the son of a king. “Never getting good curly fries,” Stiles answers, which isn’t what the reporter expects. “I never get to just run through a drive thru and get fries, and the one time I did, the workers were so nervous my fries were burnt.”

“Couldn’t they just make them for you at the castle?” the reporter asks.

Stiles grins and winks at her. “Just not the same.”

Be charming. Be funny. “You don’t have to be Prince William,” his mother had told him. “You don’t always have to be serious.”

His bodyguards stand by watchfully as Stiles takes photos with a few people, and then he faces the cameras again. His fingers self-consciously go to the waist of his dress pants, because they feel too tight, too restricting. But Lydia had insisted that his outfit was perfectly tailored. “This is what you pay me for, Stiles,” she’d huffed. “Now let me do my job.”

He trusts Lydia with everything, from his clothes and hair to booking his appointments, but that doesn’t make him feel any less constricted and ridiculous in these tight-fitting pants. He misses the days when he could wear oversized khakis and hoodies, despite the fact that he was heir to the throne. Sometimes, he thinks turning eighteen had been the worst thing to happen to him.

Stiles walks towards the car waiting for him on the curb. He waves for the remaining cameras, shouts out a few one-word answers to reporters’ questions, watches as his bodyguards keep more eager reporters from rushing him. At the car, he turns and gives one final, regal wave before slipping inside.

He takes a deep breath once the door’s closed. Without the adrenaline that comes with being in the public eye, his hands start to shake violently.

His driver, Isaac, turns around to look at him. “Are you okay, your highness?”

Stiles concentrates on his breathing – in out in out in out – the panic ebbing, though the shaking doesn’t stop. “I’m fine, Isaac.” He shoots him a weary smile. “Let’s go home.”

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anjaar2708:

PETER KNOWS!

Also the way he looks at Derek and then at Stiles and back at Derek and then leaves it just looks like he SHIPS THEM SO HARD and I just am so sure that if it were up to him he would have just Gift wrapped Stiles for Derek and just wished them a happy life…In this moment Peter is THE STEREK Fandom personified.



thedoctordances:

 Every Doctor Who Episode: Season 1 Episode 4 Aliens of London

"Every conversation with you just goes mental. There’s no one else I can talk to. I’ve seen all that stuff up there. The size of it. And I can’t say a word. Aliens and spaceships and things. And I’m the only person on planet Earth who knows they exist."

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