Little Stiles and his wolf ^^
based from this!
Teen Wolf Season 3 Sneak Peek
two tattooed magic!stiles with glasses in one post
What, you need your paw kissing better or something?
how do draw wolves i really should have looked at a reference hurk
two tattooed magic!stiles with glasses in one post
Well he..
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not being in the masqurade, doll not being in the masqurade cosplay not getting finished
fuck everything
- Kummerspeck (German)
Excess weight gained from emotional overeating. Literally, grief bacon.- Shemomedjamo (Georgian)
You know when you’re really full, but your meal is just so delicious, you can’t stop eating it?- Tartle (Scots)
The nearly onomatopoeic word for that panicky hesitation just before you have to introduce someone whose name you can’t quite remember.- Mamihlapinatapai (Yaghan language of Tierra del Fuego)
This word captures that special look shared between two people, when both are wishing that the other would do something that they both want, but neither want to do.- Backpfeifengesicht (German)
A face badly in need of a fist.- Iktsuarpok (Inuit)
You know that feeling of anticipation when you’re waiting for someone to show up at your house and you keep going outside to see if they’re there yet?- Pelinti (Buli, Ghana)
Your friend bites into a piece of piping hot pizza, then opens his mouth and sort of tilts his head around while making an “aaaarrrahh” noise. The Ghanaians have a word for that. More specifically, it means “to move hot food around in your mouth.”- Greng-jai (Thai)
That feeling you get when you don’t want someone to do something for you because it would be a pain for them.- Mencolek (Indonesian)
You know that old trick where you tap someone lightly on the opposite shoulder from behind to fool them? The Indonesians have a word for it.- Faamiti (Samoan)
To make a squeaking sound by sucking air past the lips in order to gain the attention of a dog or child.- Gigil (Filipino)
The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is irresistibly cute.- Yuputka (Ulwa)
A word made for walking in the woods at night, it’s the phantom sensation of something crawling on your skin.- Zhaghzhagh (Persian)
The chattering of teeth from the cold or from rage.- Vybafnout (Czech)
A word tailor-made for annoying older brothers—it means to jump out and say boo.- Fremdschämen (German)
; Myötähäpeä (Finnish)
The kindler, gentler cousins of Schadenfreude, both these words mean something akin to “vicarious embarrassment.”- Lagom (Swedish)
Maybe Goldilocks was Swedish? This slippery little word is hard to define, but means something like, “Not too much, and not too little, but juuuuust right.”- Pålegg (Norweigian)
Sandwich Artists unite! The Norwegians have a non-specific descriptor for anything – ham, cheese, jam, Nutella, mustard, herring, pickles, Doritos, you name it – you might consider putting into a sandwich.- Layogenic (Tagalog)
Remember in Clueless when Cher describes someone as “a full-on Monet…from far away, it’s OK, but up close it’s a big old mess”? That’s exactly what this word means.- Bakku-shan (Japanese)
Or there this Japanese slang term, which describes the experience of seeing a woman who appears pretty from behind but not from the front.- Seigneur-terraces (French)
Coffee shop dwellers who sit at tables a long time but spend little money.- Ya’arburnee (Arabic)
This word is the hopeful declaration that you will die before someone you love deeply, because you cannot stand to live without them. Literally, may you bury me.- Pana Po’o (Hawaiian)
“Hmm, now where did I leave those keys?” he said, pana po’oing. It means to scratch your head in order to help you remember something you’ve forgotten.- Slampadato (Italian)
Addicted to the UV glow of tanning salons? This word describes you.- Zeg (Georgian)
It means “the day after tomorrow.” OK, we do have “overmorrow” in English, but when was the last time someone used that?- Cafune (Brazilian Portuguese)
Leave it to the Brazilians to come up with a word for “tenderly running your fingers through your lover’s hair.”- Koi No Yokan (Japanese)
The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love.- Kaelling (Danish)
You know that woman who stands on her doorstep (or in line at the supermarket, or at the park, or in a restaurant)
cursing at her children? The Danes know her, too.- Boketto (Japanese)
It’s nice to know that the Japanese think enough of the act of gazing vacantly into the distance without thinking to give it a name.- L’esprit de l’escalier (French)
Literally, stairwell wit—a too-late retort thought of only after departure.- Cotisuelto (Caribbean Spanish)
A word that would aptly describe the prevailing fashion trend among American men under 40, it means one who wears the shirt tail outside of his trousers.- Packesel (German)
The packesel is the person who’s stuck carrying everyone else’s bags on a trip. Literally, a burro.- Hygge (Danish)
Denmark’s mantra, hygge is the pleasant, genial, and intimate feeling associated with sitting around a fire in the winter with close friends.- Cavoli Riscaldati (Italian)
The result of attempting to revive an unworkable relationship. Translates to “reheated cabbage.”- Bilita Mpash (Bantu)
An amazing dream. Not just a “good” dream; the opposite of a nightmare.- Litost (Czech)
Milan Kundera described the emotion as “a state of torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery.”- Luftmensch (Yiddish)
There are several Yiddish words to describe social misfits. This one is for an impractical dreamer with no business sense.
My favorite foreign word is Komorebi in Japanese which means the light that filters through tree leaves/branches :3Alternately, it’s a new list of Cumber-names.
Backpfeifengesicht Kummerspeck!
wolf!Stiles.
He’s not handling it super well.
YOU CAN’T JUST DO THIS AND NOT GIVE ME FIC
It had been an accident. Stiles hadn’t asked Derek to do it, it hadn’t been some sick game or punishment by the alphas, it hadn’t been forced on him as a ‘gift’ by Peter. One day he’d been fighting with the wolves and his arm got caught in the way between Isaac’s teeth and his quarry and that had been that. No ceremony, no big gesture. It was just a thing that had happened and now they all had to live with it.
He’d been doing fine at first. Scott and Derek had been there for him. They’d helped him through the troublesome early days, the first full moon, helped him find his anchor and cement himself in the world. There were good nights. There were bad nights. Scott was usually there for the former with reminders of the days before or the good things being a werewolf could bring. Derek would coax him through the latter with tender words and strong hands that could hold Stiles or hold him down when he needed to be controlled.
The bite had cured him of his terminal clumsiness, replacing it with a agility and grace. He hated it. It felt like a part of who he was had been ripped from him. One thing it did nothing for was his ADHD. While the bite could work wonders on any physical ailment, it did nothing for mental ones. If anything, it made them worse.
Stiles could hear everything. Smell it. Taste it. There was a whole world out there to explore and he wanted to touch it, to see it, to experience it all at once. How were you supposed to focus on anything when there was so much… so much everything around you?
Stiles’ didn’t realise how much he’d relied on his Adderall. Now it didn’t work, his body metabolising the chemical to quickly so that the effects lasted minutes rather than hours. He tried the techniques and routines but they did little to curb his constant need to move and talk and just be. Instead he took to popping pills every five minutes, buying them off the internet and street dealers, stealing them from the other kids in school, any way he could get them just so that he could keep his shit together for long enough to get through whatever emergency he needed to get through that day.
It was Derek who noticed. It was Derek who worried about how the newly honed muscle was beginning to fall from Stiles’ body, how his eyes seemed shiftier, how he wavered when he stood and the dizziness and nausea took over. It was Derek who realised that every times Stiles suddenly ran off into the woods it was because a panic attack had gripped him so strongly that he needed to just run, run, run.
It was Derek who found him on the floor after the last skirmish with the alpha pack, a shattered bottle of someone else’s pills scattered on the floor. Stiles hadn’t made the fight. He’d just needed something to keep him in check so he could stay together for long enough to not be in the way, to follow orders and be one of the pack, but he hand’t been able to get at the stupid pills. Stiles’ claws were out. He couldn’t make them go back in. His heart rate was fast and erratic He couldn’t control his eyes, his shift, his smell. It was all too much for him. He couldn’t take this any more. He wanted out.
Derek said nothing. He put his arms around Stiles and held him close and let him know that he was not in this alone.
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omg
I’ve scrolled by this about four times now and I’ve known what’s coming for three times now.
And I still totally lost it every time.Oh my god, Tony’s fucking face got me.
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