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santafe-iron:

darklordwinchester:

haleyeaianbohen:

Ian Bohen photoshoot by Nick Spanos

SWEET MERCY!!!

Uncle Peter? Is there something you want to tell us?

zainclaw:

I couldn’t sleep so I finally started the project I’ve wanted since last weekend.

zainclaw:

I couldn’t sleep so I finally started the project I’ve wanted since last weekend.

monopolizeme:

“… I would choose Derek.”

Hoechlin’s wordless response to Dylan saying that if he could be any character besides Stiles, it would be Derek.

(Source: monroesimon)

captain-snark:

cultofwerewolves:

Damn, and we thought Hoechlin looked like Dale Cooper before. Now they could be twins. [x]

I don’t think words can properly express how much this means to me

blamethewolf:

"Derek is enough."

"Am I dreaming?"

"Just drunk."

"Mh, nice drunk.”

Sterek AU: Stiles thinks he might have fallen asleep or had a bit too much to drink (it’s totally Scott’s fault because he didn’t come to watch over him) and now there is a naked Derek in front of him. But Derek was just on a run in his wolf form until the scent of StilesStilesStiles hit him.

Meet the Faces of ‘The Pull of the Moon’

lenoirauteur:

Casting is complete! Meet the Faces of ‘The Pull of the Moon’

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Hey everyone! Have you wondered just who has it in them to play a werewolf or a werewolf’s lover? Well then this update is for you!

By now you know I am deep in pre-production for my newest short film The Pull of the Moon and part of this process is casting. I saw a lot of amazing actors for the roles in my film, but in the end, there could only be three. Want to know who they are? Today is the…

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captaindick:

jehanary:

indecentdrawer:

Some sheriffs can be wooed with donuts from hot coaches. Maybe.
❤

Hand holding. Derek loves hand holding. He’ll never admit to it, of course, but when Stiles puts his hand in his, it’s magic. He gets butterflies in his stomach and his face flushes a bit, but if Stiles notices this, he doesn’t say anything.
In fact, hand holding is what they’re doing right now. Stiles is on break, so Derek decided to swing by and take him out for coffee. He’d like to call it a mini date, but it’s really just what it seems — a coffee break. But, the hand holding makes it seem like it’s so much more than that. So, Derek will just call it a coffee date break. Sounds good.
Regardless, standing on line is something Derek does not love. He hates it. He’s so impatient about it, and that’s something Stiles tends to point out a lot. “Look, all of these people are on line for the same reasons you are — coffee and donuts. Just chill,” he would say. But, today, he doesn’t say anything about Derek’s sour face and his loud sighing about the long line in front of him. He just stares at the menu with a quaint smile on his face. 
Derek thinks maybe something’s wrong, so he squeezes his hand gently. Stiles looks over at him briefly and then leans his head against Derek’s shoulder. “I love you,” he sighs.
“Okay, spill it. What’s wrong?” Derek asks. Stiles looks up at him out of the corner of his eye. He frowns and buries his head in Derek’s shoulder instead. Derek’s frown deepens, because this is totally out of the norm. Stiles doesn’t mope. Derek removes his shoulder from under Stiles’s head and he takes his chin in his hand, examining his face. “Did something happen? Are you hurt?” Stiles hesitates and then shakes his head.
“I just… A whole family was murdered last night… I was put on the case, which is why I’m working over-time for the next few days… And… Derek, we really don’t know what we have until it’s gone.” It took a moment for the realization to kick in, and then Derek took Stiles’s hand again. PDA wasn’t really Derek’s thing.
“Well… you’ll always have me, okay? I’m not getting murdered. Ever,” he said, trying to reassure Stiles. Instead, Stiles laughed. Derek was offended for a moment until Stiles began to explain.

“Derek, you don’t know if you’ll ever get murdered. You can’t tell me you’ll never get murdered. If you do get murdered, though, I’ll be sure to avenge you.” Stiles says it with such joking tone, but Derek knows that Stiles would avenge him in a heartbeat. He knows Stiles would sacrifice himself so that Derek could live, if he had to. Derek kisses the top of Stiles’s head. He might not like PDA, but he knows when Stiles needs it.
“I love you, too.”
And now, they’re at the front of the line. Derek orders for Stiles, because he knows exactly what Stiles likes in his coffee. He also orders a donut with his own coffee, which Stiles raises an eyebrow at. “Mr. Health Freak Extravaganza is getting a donut?” Derek, of course, can’t suppress his smile.
“I can have a snack every once in awhile.” Stiles looks at him for a good long minute before shrugging. Derek has always been weird like that.
While they’re waiting for their beverages and Derek’s donut, Stiles fiddles with the newly placed ring on his middle finger. “Why did I ask for it to be put on the finger I flip people off with again?”
“Because you said you felt closer to my dick,” Derek says flatly. “Something like ‘middle fingers symbolize dicks?’ Remember, we were plastered at the reception.”
“Oh. Yeah,” Stiles says. They both stay silent for a moment before they burst out laughing. “We’re dumbasses!” Stiles laughs.
“YOU’RE the dumbass!” Derek laughs, as well. When their order comes in, they take it and sit on the benches outside. Derek takes a bite out of the donut he ordered before sipping his coffee. Stiles mixes his coffee idly, staring up at the sky.
“It’s a really nice day,” he says, but then he sees a donut wavering in the corner of his eye. He looks over at it and then sees Derek grinning. Stiles narrows his eyes playfully and makes a face. “This was your intention all along. Wasn’t it.”
“Yup,” Derek says.
“You’re trying to fatten me up.”
“Nope.”
“What is it, then?”
“They say sheriffs can be wooed with donuts.”
“That’s a stereotype.”
“You know it’s true.”
“I hate you.”
“I love you, too.”

I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS!!!

Seriously though! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME ksdfhlskj BOTH OF YOU!
I’m handing over all of my AUs and retiring! THIS IS AMAZING AND I HAVE NO WORDSSKHDFGSDKLH1!!!1! I’ll just go lie down somewhere and try to take in all the awesome

captaindick:

jehanary:

indecentdrawer:

Some sheriffs can be wooed with donuts from hot coaches. Maybe.

Hand holding. Derek loves hand holding. He’ll never admit to it, of course, but when Stiles puts his hand in his, it’s magic. He gets butterflies in his stomach and his face flushes a bit, but if Stiles notices this, he doesn’t say anything.

In fact, hand holding is what they’re doing right now. Stiles is on break, so Derek decided to swing by and take him out for coffee. He’d like to call it a mini date, but it’s really just what it seems — a coffee break. But, the hand holding makes it seem like it’s so much more than that. So, Derek will just call it a coffee date break. Sounds good.

Regardless, standing on line is something Derek does not love. He hates it. He’s so impatient about it, and that’s something Stiles tends to point out a lot. “Look, all of these people are on line for the same reasons you are — coffee and donuts. Just chill,” he would say. But, today, he doesn’t say anything about Derek’s sour face and his loud sighing about the long line in front of him. He just stares at the menu with a quaint smile on his face.

Derek thinks maybe something’s wrong, so he squeezes his hand gently. Stiles looks over at him briefly and then leans his head against Derek’s shoulder. “I love you,” he sighs.

“Okay, spill it. What’s wrong?” Derek asks. Stiles looks up at him out of the corner of his eye. He frowns and buries his head in Derek’s shoulder instead. Derek’s frown deepens, because this is totally out of the norm. Stiles doesn’t mope. Derek removes his shoulder from under Stiles’s head and he takes his chin in his hand, examining his face. “Did something happen? Are you hurt?” Stiles hesitates and then shakes his head.

“I just… A whole family was murdered last night… I was put on the case, which is why I’m working over-time for the next few days… And… Derek, we really don’t know what we have until it’s gone.” It took a moment for the realization to kick in, and then Derek took Stiles’s hand again. PDA wasn’t really Derek’s thing.

“Well… you’ll always have me, okay? I’m not getting murdered. Ever,” he said, trying to reassure Stiles. Instead, Stiles laughed. Derek was offended for a moment until Stiles began to explain.


“Derek, you don’t know if you’ll ever get murdered. You can’t tell me you’ll never get murdered. If you do get murdered, though, I’ll be sure to avenge you.” Stiles says it with such joking tone, but Derek knows that Stiles would avenge him in a heartbeat. He knows Stiles would sacrifice himself so that Derek could live, if he had to. Derek kisses the top of Stiles’s head. He might not like PDA, but he knows when Stiles needs it.

“I love you, too.”

And now, they’re at the front of the line. Derek orders for Stiles, because he knows exactly what Stiles likes in his coffee. He also orders a donut with his own coffee, which Stiles raises an eyebrow at. “Mr. Health Freak Extravaganza is getting a donut?” Derek, of course, can’t suppress his smile.

“I can have a snack every once in awhile.” Stiles looks at him for a good long minute before shrugging. Derek has always been weird like that.

While they’re waiting for their beverages and Derek’s donut, Stiles fiddles with the newly placed ring on his middle finger. “Why did I ask for it to be put on the finger I flip people off with again?”

“Because you said you felt closer to my dick,” Derek says flatly. “Something like ‘middle fingers symbolize dicks?’ Remember, we were plastered at the reception.”

“Oh. Yeah,” Stiles says. They both stay silent for a moment before they burst out laughing. “We’re dumbasses!” Stiles laughs.

“YOU’RE the dumbass!” Derek laughs, as well. When their order comes in, they take it and sit on the benches outside. Derek takes a bite out of the donut he ordered before sipping his coffee. Stiles mixes his coffee idly, staring up at the sky.

“It’s a really nice day,” he says, but then he sees a donut wavering in the corner of his eye. He looks over at it and then sees Derek grinning. Stiles narrows his eyes playfully and makes a face. “This was your intention all along. Wasn’t it.”

“Yup,” Derek says.

“You’re trying to fatten me up.”

“Nope.”

“What is it, then?”

“They say sheriffs can be wooed with donuts.”

“That’s a stereotype.”

“You know it’s true.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you, too.”

I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS!!!

Seriously though! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME ksdfhlskj BOTH OF YOU!

I’m handing over all of my AUs and retiring! THIS IS AMAZING AND I HAVE NO WORDSSKHDFGSDKLH1!!!1! I’ll just go lie down somewhere and try to take in all the awesome