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supernatural ♦ teen wolf ♦ hockey ♦ et cetera ♦
multi-shipper
hipsternatural
da | ao3 | lj
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i saw Star Trek and I wish the whole movie had been about them being a super fashionable space biker gang with their space-leather jackets.
Stop Catcalling Me (via albinwonderland)
This is a fantastically clear and salient account of extremely confusing experiences which I have never been able to accurately verbalise. Amazing.
(via ideas-are-bulletpro0f)
nothing is cuter than when you can see goalies smiling through their masks
look at that. that’s fucking precious
“Something happened,” He says, and a coffee shop really wasn’t an ideal setting to bleed amber eyes like that, but Stiles does it anyway; something solemn lining his mouth. “Something bad.”
It wasn’t like Derek hadn’t known. The coffee shop had reeked like something recently turned, bred with the tension of anxiety. Intermingled with Stiles; it was a dangerous concoction. It was more-so wistful thinking on his part that what was striking him in the face wasn’t actually true. A faux-pas. A fluke.
The message is clear, but Stiles was speaking anyway, eyes closed because he knows what they look like - could read it off Derek’s face.
“You can’t.”
“Stiles -” Derek starts, because it’s Stiles. But the boy shakes his head fiercely, his jaw a hard-line of pure clench.
“No. You don’t do that to them. Not because of me.”
And in his head, Derek could see it. The foolish child in red, touching trees as he makes his way along the path, and the wolf drenched in ink to bleed away into the night happening upon him. Just one quick punch of the teeth, and it’s done. Did Stiles scream? There’s another question dangling at the back of his head, but he knows the answer.
Despite his better effort, Stiles would go if they called. One Alpha calling is one thing. A whole pack of them is another. Derek’s own eyes react to the idea, face slack in a nonplussed expression, and he has to close them. So he doesn’t think, so he doesn’t look at Stiles; so he doesn’t give away his birth-nature to anyone moving around the cafe. The words fade into his mind as if they’ve been said to him aloud, white chicken scrawl on black. It’s an enticement, and a threat:
Kill them. Join us.
Or he’s ours.
Patrick Kane’s first 2013 playoff goal
“Holy water cannot help you now”
+ In Judeo-Christian traditions, Abaddon is known both as a “place of destruction” and a personified entity of destruction.
+ In Revelation, Abaddon is the king of the abyss or bottomless pit who commands an army of locusts. A storm of smoke arises, and from the smoke, a plague of locusts emerge to torment, but not kill.
+ His name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in the Greek he has the name Apollyon. (“the Destroyer”) A parrallel to the Greek God Apollo who causes a nine-day deadly plague to infect the Achaean army and cattle. [x]
Now if Supernatural was to follow any of the scripture for Abaddon, she would be a fitting character to overthrow Crowley and release the Croatoan Virus.
Chris Pine for Men’s Health - behind the scenes
