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Hi, I'm Heidi, 18 years old, from Norway.

This blog is a clusterfuck various tv-shows and movies as well as random stuff I encounter while traveling deeper down on my dashboard.

I usually tag my shit. And I ALWAYS tag something that can be triggering with trigger warning.

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dafnelaurus:

Sterek Week || Saturday: Texture me Sterek

The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections. (x)

F.R.I.E.N.D.S + vacations

raikagay:

remember like 2 years ago when christmas stopped feeling like christmas for some reason

Pet Names

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Derek is ignoring Stiles’ texts.  Well, technically he’s reading them-he’s just not responding to them.  Even though he’s upset, Derek still can’t quite resist seeing what Stiles has to say.

His phone beeps again for the fifth time in the past minute.  “What’s wrong,” the text says.

“Tell me,” the next message reads, less than 3 seconds later.

Then, “I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”

Derek continues to not respond, and his phone finally goes quiet for a few blessed minutes (for the first time in an hour). He puts it on the coffee table as he sinks back against the couch and closes his eyes, trying to shut out the sadness that’s been creeping in since earlier that day.

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That’s Not Cuddling - A Sterek ficlet

surfnakedd:

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   It’s a shirt. Just a shirt. But it’s bright, obnoxious red, and it has big white letters the read ‘I WOULD CUDDLE YOU SO HARD' across the front of it. And it's just so Stiles. So Scott buys it for him.

   Stiles wears it about four times before it causes a problem. Not an actual problem. But he was lucky enough the first three times he wore it didn’t happen to be those days where big bad werewolf stuff would go down. Because of course, wearing a shirt about cuddling while fighting off monsters would be just… awkward.

   However, it just so happens, the fourth time he wears it, about a month and a half after Scott buys it for him, Derek comes climbing through his window.

   ”Stiles, I need to use your…” Derek stops when Stiles spins in his chair. Stiles is just about to yell at him about privacy, or something, but Derek’s glowering… at his chest.

   ”What?” Stiles glances down at his shirt. Then rolls his eyes, “What, dude, it’s a shirt. Haven’t you ever seen one that’s not black gray or some other shade of emo?”

   Derek cuts his eyes at Stiles, who flinches slightly, but straightens.

   ”It’s a stupid shirt.” Derek huffs.

   ”No it’s not! Scott bought me this!” he tugs on it, standing from his chair. “What makes it stupid? It doesn’t have blood on it? ‘Cause I’m sure if I hang out with you for just a few hours it will.”

   Derek stares for a few moments. His attention flicking from Stiles’ face to his shirt.

   ”It’s stupid because it implies you would cuddle with anyone who reads it.”

   ”I would!” Stiles blurts, just to drive his point. He knows he’s lying. Who would cuddle with anyone curious enough to read their t-shirt? But standing up to Derek in his own way always feels pretty good. Until Derek gets violent, which he’s apparently about to do…

   The werewolf steps forward, way up in Stiles’ space, and wraps a firm hand around his arm.

   ”What are you doing?” Stiles mumbles, glancing down at Derek’s hand.

   ”Proving you wrong.” is all Derek says, simply even, before he’s throwing Stiles onto his own bed. He’s just turning over to push himself up, stand, and yell at Derek, but as soon as he’s able to see anything other than his pillow, all he can see is Derek.

   He’s hovering over Stiles, their faces inches away. Derek smirks, lays down behind Stiles, and presses an arm firmly around his chest. Stiles shoves at his arm for a moment before realizing that he’s not getting up until Derek wants him to.

   Stiles huffs a sigh. Derek, who has his face pressed against the back of Stiles’ head, tightens his arm.

   ”See?” Stiles can hear the smirk in his voice, “I told you it’s a stupid shirt.”

   ”No it’s not. You haven’t proven anything.” Stiles grumbles.

   ”How so?”

   ”Cause this isn’t cuddling. It’s spooning. And there’s a difference.” he pushes at Derek’s arm again and this time it moves. Stiles sits up and looks at Derek, who is just starting to sit up as well. Until Stiles presses a hand to his shoulder, pushes him back onto the bed. “You should at least know the difference… This…" hesitantly, Stiles turns to fully face Derek. He lays back down gently, curves his body into Derek’s warmth, and nuzzles his face up under Derek’s jaw. Derek is rigid, his breathing shallow. Stiles thinks, absently, that he’s probably not smirking any more. "This is cuddling." he whispers against Derek’s skin.

   It’s like his words hit a switch. Instantly Derek’s muscles relax. He curls around Stiles’ body. His arms go from stiff at his sides to warm and gentle. One slides under Stiles’ neck to wrap around his shoulders. The other lays across his waist. Stiles feels Derek’s face press against the top of his head, hears him inhale deeply, again and again.

   There’s a trembling between them. Stiles can’t tell if it’s just him or not. But he’s pretty sure it a mutual reaction. Either way he finds himself involuntarily pressing closer, inhaling Derek’s scent and curling his fingers in his t-shirt.

    He thinks maybe he’s been missing out… a lot.

- - -

   ”So I guess your shirt isn’t stupid…” he hears Derek whisper a little while later. Stiles opens his eyes when he realizes he was sleeping, and the darkness of the room tells him they’ve actually not moved in at least two hours. He doesn’t feel the need to now.

   ”Hmm?” he hums, nuzzles his face closer where he’s drifted backwards.

   ”You really would cuddle with anyone.” Derek says. Stiles pulls back slightly, just enough to look Derek in the eye when he answers.

   ”No, I wouldn’t.”

   It takes a few seconds. But Derek’s eyes widen slightly, his jaw goes slack. Stiles even hears his breath hitch.

   Stiles smiles at him, a small, shy smile. Slowly, Derek’s expression softens.

   When Stiles leans back in Derek curls his arms around him tighter.

   Stiles is almost late for school the next morning.

febricant:

adhoption:

river-b:

motherfuckinoedipus:

abnels:

memeguy-com:

You win this round cheese

actually that is a rectangle cheese

[oxford comma laughing in the distance]

[vocative comma wondering what oxford comma thinks it’s doing here]

I already reblogged this for the pun but I’m reblogging again for the sick punctuation banter

it’s wild times on tumblr tonight

febricant:

adhoption:

river-b:

motherfuckinoedipus:

abnels:

memeguy-com:

You win this round cheese

actually that is a rectangle cheese

[oxford comma laughing in the distance]

[vocative comma wondering what oxford comma thinks it’s doing here]

I already reblogged this for the pun but I’m reblogging again for the sick punctuation banter

it’s wild times on tumblr tonight

Anonymous: It's my birthday and I have to spend it alone because all of my friends are away. Could you pretty please write something fluffy to cheer me up if you're not too busy?

bleep0bleep replied:

[Have some birthday college au fluff, sorry if this is a bit late.]

Okay, so Stiles didn’t get to drive home this weekend to spend his birthday with his friends like he wanted, all because that stupid group project meeting on Saturday. And it’s not like going out to dinner with his roommate and new friends from college wasn’t nice, okay, it just wasn’t the same. Yeah, he got a Skype call from Scott that morning and lots of virtual love, promising next weekend they’d hang out in Beacon Hills when Scott comes home for winter break as well. 

Right. Stiles is totally fine. He waves goodbye to Jessie, Mike, Karen and… yeah he forgets the rest of their names, has only known them since the beginning of the quarter. It looks like Mike wants to hang out with Jessie more, so Stiles sets out to walk back to his dorm room on his own.

The evening is so mediocre and dismal Stiles almost wishes he hadn’t gone out for halfhearted conversations with people he didn’t really care about and stayed in to dungeon crawl in Skyrim. 

He waves his keycard at the door, turns on the light, and then nearly flails right into his desk in shock. 

Derek Hale is standing by his window, looking sheepishly up at him from where he was staring at his feet (in the dark?) earlier. “Hey, Stiles,” Derek says.

"What are you doing here?" Stiles asks, trying to wipe the surprise off his face. 

"Heard it was your birthday," Derek says. "I, um, thought you might be missing your friends so I brought you your presents." Derek jerks his head towards Stiles bed, where there’s a small pile of wrapped goods sitting on the coverlet. Stiles can recognize his dad’s handwriting on one of the labels, and that ridiculous Batman wrapping paper he bought for Scott that one time. 

"Oh whoa, awesome," Stiles says, poking the gifts on his bed. "You didn’t have to do that. Beacon Hills is like, four hours away, and that’s without traffic."

Derek shrugs. “It wasn’t a big deal,” he says. 

Stiles steps forward to give him a grateful hug, pulling Derek close and wrapping his arms around him. He is expecting Derek to just kind of tolerate the touch a little and then shake it off, but Derek actually hugs him back, and Stiles might be imagining it, but he thinks Derek just might have nuzzled into his neck a little bit. 

"I know it’s not as good as being with everyone," Derek says.

"Are you kidding me? This is way better than me moping by myself. And you—you drove all the way out just for me, that’s—" Stiles tries to figure out what to say other than amazing, I didn’t know my crush on you could get any bigger but it just did, and finally he just settles on, "Thank you, dude, I really appreciate it," Stiles says. 

Derek gives him a small little smile, and then it just happens— it feels so natural for Stiles to tilt his head up a little and meet him in a kiss. Derek makes a little noise of surprise but then he melts right into it, cupping the back of Stiles’ neck to bring him closer, a hand settling on his waist. 

"Happy birthday," Derek says a little breathlessly when they break apart. 

"Best present ever," Stiles says back, grinning. 

 

title: Drømde mik en drøm i nat
artist: National Museum of Denmark
album: I Dreamt Me A Dream
played: 15,761 times

green-witch-uprooted:

crayonic:

For people who are actually interested in how viking music might have sounded, “Drømde mik en drøm i nat" (/I dreamt a dream last night) is the earliest music (and lyrics) known in Scandinavia preserved on the last page of the (~1200-1300) Codex Runicus as rune notes.

The song and melody is still known and used today in most of Scandinavia, as a sort of folk-standard. This version, deceivingly slow in the beginning, is presented as close to the original sound of the years 900-1000 as historians think they can come.

This song might have survived because it was a gigantic hit, like the viking’s very own “Billie Jean”. A total pop slayer that stayed around long enough for music notes to be invented.

The more you know.

Cool as hell

cybergirlfriend:

i hate that im sensitive and jealous and stupid and quiet and ugly and annoying 

oestrogencookies:

fawns-red-aura:

greetings-frentus:

phanstop:

YOU ARE THE CUTEST HUMAN EVER

MUCH CUTE

OHMYFOSSSSNBSBSS

can i cuddle you 

you look very cuddleable in every outfit

i just want to self destruct

ennish:

deneuveing:

lyrafay:

ask-queen-mikasa:

homosexual-titan:

THIS VIDEO WAS SO SATISFYING

This gives me life

How music changed from 2000-2013. 

i feel so fucking old right now…

Anyone else notice how more songs were in a minor key at the beginning of the video?

susfishcious:

susfishcious:

susfishcious:

susfishcious:

I have two potential ID pictures and I know exactly which one I’m going to try to submit

I under stand that my head is tilted by a professional smile???

How is my smile not professional???

Let’s try round 2.

Rejected again.

I’m very confused. I must inquire further. 

LEGITIMATE LOUD SCREAMING THIS IS IT, THIS IS THE DAY I DIE

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Hi, I'm Heidi, 18 years old, from Norway.

This blog is a clusterfuck various tv-shows and movies as well as random stuff I encounter while traveling deeper down on my dashboard.

I usually tag my shit. And I ALWAYS tag something that can be triggering with trigger warning.

obsessions
Shameless US. Teen Wolf. Twenty One Pilots. Sterek. Gallavich. Teen Wolf cast. Tyler Hoechlin. Probably a lot more, stay tuned.
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"Two roads diverged in the woods and I -

I took the one less traveled by.

And that has made all the difference." - Robert Frost
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