there’s always that one fanfiction that deserves to be turned into a movie
that time of year is approaching
scary lawn decorations
terrifying tv programs
people in costumes going door to door
Every time someone says “dragon” in How to Train Your Dragon
i cANT BREATHE IM LAUGHING SO HARD
if you listen closely to my deep, inner mind this is what you’ll hear
iT SOUNDS LIKE A REALLY INTENSE DEBATE ABOUT DRAGONS HELP
I feel like this completes my blog
this audio file accurately describes the inside of my head at all times
WHAT ARE THEY DRAGGING????
Bringing this back
Ashley Tisdale | He Said She Said
That harpsichord in the beginning always slays me, never fails to blow my mind, she was so ahead of her time.
This was so scandalous when oiy came out
i still know all the words to this. a fuckin BOP if i ever heard one
when snape realizes he’s dying he doesn’t care, in fact he’s happy because he knows in just a moment he’ll see lily again
but to his great dismay he’s greeted instead by none other than james potter
who promptly envelopes him in an awkward but genuine hug and says with a hoarse voice, “thank you for taking care of my son”
HSDDH at the pool with his daughter and niece, lunging forward to catch someone else’s kid as they very nearly brain themselves on the concrete. (He either has really good reflexes or supernaturally good reflexes, if you know what I’m saying.)
And that someone just happens to be Stiles, of course, standing a few feet away and watching with his mouth hanging open unattractively, mind replaying over and over again the images of his godson cracking his skull open.
Except that’s not what happened.
And when Stiles’ brain finally kicks back into gear, he propels himself over to them, crouching down to scoop his godson into arms which he wraps protectively around his head, to the sound of muffled and generally unheeded protests.
HSDDH chooses that exact moment to stand up, which is when Stiles realises that he’s face to crotch, and tilting his head back to squint up at the guy only makes his traitorous dick twitch with interest. Which, so not the time.
Stiles is pretty sure HSDDH must be aware of his interest, because his eyes look like they’re sparkling with silent laughter, and they’re about a million shades of green and blue and brown all at once, and Stiles’ dick is definitely very interested. In his eyes. Of course. Not the abs below the eyes. Glistening. That would be absurd.
He gets distracted, anyway, when his godson starts wriggling with real sincerity, and then Stiles is pushing away thoughts of the Hot Stranger in order to hold him still.
He says, in his sternest voice, “What’ve we talked about, buddy? No running by the pool. It’s wet and slippery and if you hit that precious noggin’ and scramble your brains, your mom will not only kill me, she’ll make me suffer first.”
(This is a fact. Scott may also kill him, actually. But Allison is the one whose motherly wrath truly terrifies Stiles.)
Obviously his godson doesn’t harbour any similar concerns for his own safety, because he blows Stiles off with a few insincere half promises, and Stiles sighs and lets him go, because what’re you gonna do, you know? Kids.
It’s a thought he’s planning to vocalise when he straightens up finally and realises that HSDDH is not only no longer alone, but he’s got his head thrown back and he’s laughing, a little girl hanging off each arm and scrambling to climb higher, like he’s some sort of climbing frame.
One of them begs him, “Higher, higher, daddy!” and Stiles swallows back the sudden realisation that this guy is probably married, look at him, in order to watch as he swings both girls closer to the pool, threatening to drop them in.
After a few moments of HSDDH obviously humouring them by swinging them back and forth, there are two sudden and delighted (if not shrill) screams as he gently plops each girl into the water in quick succession.
He’s still laughing, although Stiles can see how closely he’s watching for both girls to come back up again, and when they do, the entire line of his body relaxes, and it occurs to Stiles that he’d been tensed for the worse, prepared to jump in after them, into two feet of water, if he had to.
And maybe, maybe Stiles heart clenches.
He doesn’t actually realise he’s still staring until HSDDH turns around and looks at him, eyebrows half-raised questioningly.
Before he can say anything, Stiles blurts, “Thanks for rescuing him.”
HSDDH is actually even hotter now that Stiles isn’t all up close and personal with his junk after a severe mini-trauma in which he’d genuinely thought for a second that he was going to lose his godson to a slippery floor.
"No problem," he says, and Stiles doesn’t know why he’s surprised, why he was expected gravel and grit, maybe it’s the stubble, but he’s definitely not expecting the honeyed voice that he gets.
Stiles is probably still staring, because HSDDH adds, almost awkwardly, “I was exactly the same at his age.”
It’s a cue Stiles is very willing to take, and he nods enthusiastically, gaze flickering over to where his godson has taken to creating havoc with someone else’s rubber ring.
"Yeah, I was— uh, worse, actually. At least he’s got some semblance of balance. I think I’d been in ER getting stitches twice at this point."
HSDDH laughs and says, all warm concern, “Nothing too serious, I hope?”
Stiles knows the back of his neck is red and warm and not from the sun as he replies, “No. Well, I mean— I hope not.”
HSDDH laughs again, looks him over and says, “Well, you look good to me.”
If it weren’t for the fact that Stiles is about a thousand percent sure this guy is married, he’d think he was being flirted with.
Despite that, neck and face unusually warm, he sticks out a hand and says, “I’m Stiles.”
The hand as it clasps around Stiles’ own is large, a little damp from the pool, but otherwise soft and warm. HSDDH says, “Derek, nice to meet you, Stiles,” and smiles.
Stiles feels momentarily trapped, caught between the blinding smile and a vague sense of distress as Derek lets go of his hand.
A moment of silence stretches between them, expectant on Derek’s end, which is why Stiles lets himself be distracted by the screams of two certain young girls and, gesturing towards the pool, asks, “They yours?”
Derek’s smile gets impossibly wider and more blinding as he follows Stiles’ gazes, and Stiles can’t help but be endeared by the way his chest puffs out proudly as he points out the darker brunette and says, “That little troublemaker is, yeah.”
Stiles can see the resemblance; not in the dark hair or the eyes so much as the way she smiles brightly, missing a perfect white tooth, arms waving around in the air and splashing water toward them when she realises they’re looking.
"The other one’s my niece," Derek adds, and Stiles can see that now, too, doesn’t miss the way Derek’s pride apparently doesn’t lessen at all.
Stiles says, “Cute kids,” and has to bite back a selfish kind of pride at the way that makes Derek metaphorically preen.
"What about yours? Your son?"
Stiles can’t help the way he snorts, even in the face of Derek’s obvious confusion, which makes him chuckle a little. “Nah; he’s too good looking and too coordinated to be mine.”
Derek raises an eyebrow and Stiles clarifies, “My godson. And, thanks to you, he’s still whole.”
Derek ducks his head like he’s embarrassed to have saved the kid’s life and says, “Any time.”
…to be continued?
Ryan Murphy: Yes Evan Peters and Emma Roberts will have a relationship during Freak Show.