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“Maybe what I crave

is something more than a friendly hug

or a gentle kiss on the cheek from you.” 

A/N: Just something I've done for a Merlin Fanbook. The story took place in the Victorian era, in which Arthur was an promising artist of some repute but suffered from artist’s block for quite a long while until the day he met a beautiful young nobleman called Merlin. 

(Please don’t repost the pic on other sites without permission. And one more thing, I want to thank you for the support, my dear followers and friends, I appreciate it. <3)

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I’m gonna get t-shirts made. *Sam’s reads ‘I was there.’

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Again with the surprising story that draws me out instantly and makes me comes forward and share with you right away. Mélomanie is everything I didn't know I wanted; a genuinely heartfelt story filled with the complicated ramifications of the heart while being also heartwarming with how lifting and comforting it is for your bruised heart. It is a 00Q story but not necessarily filled with the snark and smart (although it is there) that are part of our favorite duo. It's full of music and heartbroken, or simply broken, people who try to connect and mesh without losing each other. It is a Q that is strong and hurt but forgiving, loving and a 007 that is a little too old, a little too beat, to believe in hope and love, even though he wants too. And it is mostly the story of how they come together through music and support. How, even without knowing, they are exactly what the other needs. I usually never listen to the music authors suggest in their stories but dhampir72 made it so easy to connect to it and it was such a big part of the story that I couldn't help but follow the links.... and have my world completely blown away. I have discovered a musical universe that opened its arms to me like an old friend, I have enjoyed a 3 dimensional story that reach unbelievable depth and meaning when you take James' place and listen to the songs. I am now a fan and will download (already did with cloud atlas ost) everything from this story because these songs made me cry and hope and feel with this beautiful story and I will never thank the author enough for this magnificent gift. I know most of you won't have read this whole text but PLEASE: go read this story and listen to the links embedded in the text, it will change your life. It did for me. And thank you : http://www.dhampir72.tumblr.com/ Soledadgeek

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“I went on a date tonight.”

Derek passively watches Stiles push past him into the loft. “Good for you?”

“No, not good for me,” Stiles says, irritated. “Not good for me because it was horrible.”

Derek is…really confused. It’s not like he and Stiles don’t talk – Derek might go so far as to say they’re approaching the border between acquaintances and friends – but they basically stick to safe topics like movies and Scott. They don’t really talk about their personal lives all that often.

He shuts the door and tentatively takes a seat on the couch where Stiles has already made himself quite at home. He’s not sure if he should give Stiles some room, but he doesn’t say anything so Derek leans back and settles in.

“And I’m telling you this,” Stiles says like he knows what Derek’s thinking, “because it’s all your fault it was horrible.”

“But I wasn’t there.” Derek can feel his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. He hadn’t left the loft all night, but maybe whatever went wrong was his fault. A lot of things were his fault.

Stiles’ frown finally disappears, replaced with a hopelessly fond smile that spreads slowly across his face. “See, that? That’s why tonight went so badly. I kept thinking about you the whole time. And then I realized that probably means I’m kind of into you, so I came here to check and you’re being all adorable and I think we should kiss to be sure.”

Derek just stares at him for a few seconds because that was a lot of information to take in. Finally, he asks, “You want to kiss me?”

Stiles nods. His heart beat is elevated and his fingers are tapping against his thigh like he does when he’s nervous, but he looks so earnest and excited that something in Derek crumbles. He can’t pretend he’s never thought about what it would be like, can’t push down the want that’s been steadily growing the past couple of years. He doesn’t want to, either.

Derek leans forward slow enough that Stiles has plenty of time to pull away, change his mind, put a stop to all this. But he doesn’t, and their lips meet in a barely there, almost shy kiss.

It’s adorable, and two full-grown men should not kiss adorably, so Derek tilts his head a little, runs his tongue against Stiles’ bottom lip, and everything suddenly gets decidedly less adorable.

After some time (it could have been a minute or ten; Derek brain kind of shut off when Stiles decided it would be a good idea to playfully nibble Derek’s top lip) Stiles smiles into the kiss and starts to shake a little with suppressed laughter.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles says as he pulls back. “I was just wondering how I could ever have found you intimidating when you taste like pineapples.”

Derek wants to laugh because it’s the exact opposite for him, that Stiles has never been more intimidating, but then he’s leaning in again and, well, Derek can tell him later.

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You know what I want? At the end of the last episode of Supernatural, I want Dean and Sam to be driving down the road in the Impala when all the sudden the song “Carry On My Wayward Son” comes on the radio and have Dean hit the mute button and say “God I hate that song.”

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plot twist: two male characters are platonic friends and the fandom appreciates them as such

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Others might have a different view, but here’s how I see the distinction between sexism and misogyny. When a husband tells his wife, “I can’t quite explain why and I don’t even like admitting this, but I don’t want you to make more money than me, so please don’t take that amazing job offer,” that’s sexism. He could still love her deeply and be a great partner in countless ways. But he holds tight to an idea that even he knows isn’t fair about how successful a woman is allowed to be. Sexism is all the big and little ways that society draws a box around women and says, “You stay in there.” Don’t complain because nice girls don’t do that. Don’t try to be something women shouldn’t be. Don’t wear that, don’t go there, don’t think that, don’t earn too much. It’s not right somehow, we can’t explain why, stop asking. We can all buy into sexism from time to time, often without even noticing it. Most of us try to keep an eye out for those moments and avoid them or, when we do misstep, apologize and do better next time. Misogyny is something darker. It’s rage. Disgust. Hatred. It’s what happens when a woman turns down a guy at a bar and he switches from charming to scary. Or when a woman gets a job that a man wanted and instead of shaking her hand and wishing her well, he calls her a bitch and vows to do everything he can to make sure she fails. Both sexism and misogyny are endemic in America. If you need convincing, just look at the YouTube comments or Twitter replies when a woman dares to voice a political opinion or even just share an anecdote from her own lived experience. People hiding in the shadows step forward just far enough to rip her apart.

Hillary Clinton, What Happened. (via chrisdwoo)

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So there’s cute people and there’s hot people right? But then theRE’S PEOPLE WHO ARE CUTE AND HOT AND SOMETIMES AT THE SAME TIME AND IT’SNOT FAIR.

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spn hiatus creations || week fifteen: ↳ classic rock songs

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If you wanna write a ficlet based on the tags you put about Derek not being good at receiving compliments so stiles compliments him always I can guarantee you that I will 100% read it and reblog it and comment about how much I love it :D

Well how can I resist that??

The first time it happened, Stiles didn’t think anything of it. Standing over the smoldering remains of the creature that just tried to kill them, he said “nice job”, gave Derek a friendly slap on the back, and suggested they go out for celebratory we didn’t die today milkshakes. He was pleasantly surprised when Derek both agreed and paid, and he dipped fries in both to see if they went better with his strawberry or Derek’s chocolate.

(The answer was chocolate, and Derek didn’t even get mad when three of Stiles’ fries were lost in his shake.)

The second time, he was marveling at the obscure text Derek managed to track down and said, “dude, you are literally the best, I’m buying you pizza!” And shockingly, Derek let him, and even told him what toppings he wanted. That might not seem like much in the grand scheme of things, but Stiles had spent years watching in silent judgment as Derek picked off half the toppings from the pizzas he ordered for the pack, as if he couldn’t get another for himself that he actually liked.

Stiles told him he liked the way he rearranged the loft, and Derek sat through the entire extended edition of The Fellowship of the Ring on his new flat screen.

When he mentioned liking the fancy pasta dish Derek made and asked for a lesson to make it, Derek agreed. He showered compliments on Derek’s meticulous overhaul of the bestiary and Derek let him borrow three books.

Derek never let anyone borrow his books, they never left the loft.

These events were all spread out enough that it took a while to click, but when it did, it was both a revelation and incredibly depressing: Derek had no idea what to do with even the most casual of compliments.

Sarcasm was no issue, Stiles knew that much—he’d personally thrown out enough nice martyr complex, jackass and the like to figure that out—but anything that was even remotely sincere?

He started paying attention after that, to the way Derek would stiffen and his eyes would widen a bit before his face closed off again. He would go quiet, maybe nod, and quickly agree to pretty much anything just to get the focus back off himself.

Because Derek was actually embarrassed by compliments.

Afficher davantage

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i keep thinking about that tribe of baboons where all the alpha males died from eating poison garbage and then the baby boy monkeys were taken care of by the lady monkeys and never got socialized to be aggressive so they all just live peacefully and groom eachother instead of fighting and killing eachother and its been generations of that, it only took 1 wipeout of the aggressive males to change the whole social order of the species i am crying they must be so much happier

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Fanfics: A summary

Me reading a fluff fic

Me reading a fic full of angst

Me when I don’t see a cliffhanger coming

Me when the author kills my fave character

Me when my main ship gets together

Me when the author finishes the fic

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“Whatever you’re doing, you’re doing it wrong.” (via Jonathan88)

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WTF?!! I wasn't expecting it to be that drawn out! Oh that was so painful. Arthur saying he didn't want Merlin to change. Merlin showing Arthur all his magic! Finally no Morgona. Did Nerlin even return to Camelot?

Wooooow, you’re through the fifth season! I enjoyed reading all your messages a loooot :D most reminded me of my first time watching it *one more Merlin fandom group cuddle* Oh, and about Merlin returning to Camelot or not:

In the end, all my questions about “What could have happened after the series final” were answered in this fanfiction and at this point I could start to quote the fic but naaaah xD just let me say: @katherynefromphilly​, thank you for writing Merlin season 6 ♥

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TBT… well, it has to be the gorgeous, genius Q this week!