Dylan’s impression of Derek @ SDCC 2013.

(Source: lonewolfed)

Mine

remawolf:

Title: Mine

Rating: R (there’s porn, okay?)

Word Count: 15,623

Category: Porn. Porn is a category, right?

Disclaimer: I own nothing…yet…MUAHAHAHAHHA

Summary: Sequel to Claim

Author’s Note: Birthday present for HyperWolf

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BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER! OMG THANK YOU! <3 (ps. I want to know the secret recipe for Twinkie filling!!)

torakodragon:

“But it’s more of a ‘Wintertime thing’. You know, seasonal.”

torakodragon:

“But it’s more of a ‘Wintertime thing’. You know, seasonal.”

hyperwolf:

“Derek, it’s-“

OMG GENIUSS

(Source: zainclaw)

venusgoddess:

troubled-hippo:

neurowolf:

yanagoya:

So basically I have perfectly zero motivation for anything in my life.

I absolutely love this, the glass effect really added a lot to it as well.. beautiful coloring/etc.I wish I was so talented… I’d draw Sterek all the time.(And Derek’s tooth was a fabulous detail. I did notice!)

sweet baby jesus

venusgoddess:

troubled-hippo:

neurowolf:

yanagoya:

So basically I have perfectly zero motivation for anything in my life.

I absolutely love this, the glass effect really added a lot to it as well.. beautiful coloring/etc.

I wish I was so talented… I’d draw Sterek all the time.

(And Derek’s tooth was a fabulous detail. I did notice!)

sweet baby jesus

Holding your scarred heart in hand

(Source: lycantrophies)

missveryvery:

stiles and derek commission for legionofdiversity!
it was hard to make them look like their actors =____=;;;!!! hopefully i got a likeness.

missveryvery:

stiles and derek commission for legionofdiversity!

it was hard to make them look like their actors =____=;;;!!! hopefully i got a likeness.

laurenke1:

bite me…by autheane

laurenke1:

bite me…by autheane

teamfreewolf:


Better stop before it goes too far

From here, the moon is a manhole to streets we climb toward — its cover coming crescent,
the crescent waning closed. Then your hand tightens in mine. Your silence says
my name and turns me to absence. But walking this town’s dark where you aren’t, the pressure
in my palm isn’t nothing, nor ceasing.
My mouth opens to call you and a bitter river just rolls out. So I seethe about town. My head spills you all over
again. I bellow your name to the gutters, the sewersmurmuring wherefore, all throughout the underground.
- from Orpheus, to No One But Himself by A.E. Watkins

teamfreewolf:

Better stop before it goes too far

From here, the moon is a manhole to streets 
we climb toward — its cover coming crescent,

the crescent waning closed. 
Then your hand tightens in mine. Your silence says

my name and turns me to absence. 
But walking this town’s dark where you aren’t, the pressure

in my palm isn’t nothing, nor ceasing.

My mouth opens to call you and a bitter river 
just rolls out. So I seethe about town. My head spills you all over

again. I bellow your name to the gutters, the sewers
murmuring wherefore, all throughout the underground.

- from Orpheus, to No One But Himself by A.E. Watkins

(Source: beaconchills)

hifloyd:

you can’t just let it go,you gotta try.

hifloyd:

you can’t just let it go,
you gotta try.