my favorite thing about this interview was how dylan made a small joke
and then hoechlin started losing it
even though it wasnt funny
and then dylan started smiling because he made hoechlin laugh
and then dylan made another joke
…while “the female gaze” is attracted by things like a naked, sweaty Chris Evans or Idris Elba, it’s also attracted by things like: men smiling in sweaters, men crying (DON’T LIE TUMBLR), barefoot fragile Sebastian Stan in the rain on Political Animals, men holding babies, men speaking foreign languages, Mark Ruffalo, and a whole bunch of weird stuff on Ao3 that I don’t even wanna get into. And that’s just “the female gaze as it pertains to men.”
the point of pouring a shit ton of ice water over yourself is because when one suffers from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) one of the effects the disease has is a numbness throughout the body, as well as struggling to breathe, and both these are meant to temporarily happen when doused in freezing water. It’s to raise awareness of what ALS feels like and encourage donations towards research and cures.
Chris Evans’ ALS Ice Bucket Challenge
we all remember the first time we came across a smut fic
#look at this GQMF!#(stop me if you’ve heard this one#*steeples fingers*#so#derek hale coming in to have a dating video made#and hes kinda nervous#but he feels good#that might be the alcohol talking shhh#but yeah he feels good#hes being told to look right into the camera#heres a list of questions to answer#dont talk too lowly#and derek listens carefully to all the instructions#wondering it maybe he should ditch the glasses#but the cute tech tells him na na it’s good#they suit you#and derek touches the glasses#kinda happy kinda shy#like really?#yeah really! okay we’re ready to film now#/falls down#im done now)#fic ideas (via candypinkcocks)
I’ll do you one better, what if it’s STILES that is the tech. And Derek feels so at ease talking to the man behind the camera, and Stiles makes him laugh and gets him to relax. And Derek is there recording his video far longer than any of the other people, he’s sure, but Stiles keeps asking him questions that aren’t on the cue cards. And Derek keeps answering cause he wants to, he wants to keep talking to the cute guy with the upturned nose and moles who likes his glasses.
And when Stiles tells him he’s got everything, that he’s sure they can find him a match, Derek smiles and thanks him and leaves feeling a little disappointed. Because suddenly he doesn’t want to be a part of this dating service cause he thinks he’s already found someone to ask out. But how on earth is he going to do that? The tape’s already recording, already getting put up on the site, and he’s going to have to tell all his matches no, or say yes and pretend to be interested when all he can think about is the guy who asked him all those questions.
I left it vague on purpose to let people imagine whoever they wanted (but I was totally imagining Stiles flirting with Derek ;D)
Carrying on though. What if Derek is told to like, wait a week or something before he can come in and review his vid and see if he’s good with it going online or if he wants to do a re-shoot. So 6 working days later, he gets a call. And it’s a very familiar voice (no he hasnt been fantasizing about that voice, get out of here Peter!) asking him if he can come in and check the video out.
Eager to meet the guy (and maybe ask the guy out cause Erica’s right. He needs to grab life by the balls. Metaphorically, not literally like she was implying. Derek’s pretty sure there must be some rules where tech’s can’t have sex with clients on company property right?), Derek hurries over and yeah there’s Stiles. Looking as good as last time and when Stiles takes him to his viewing room, all Derek’s doing is rehearsing his lines over and over again.
So when Stiles asks, “Okay then! Ready to see what magic Danny pulled with your profile vid?”
Derek blurts out, “Will you go out with me?”
They stare at each other a long minute before Derek mumbles, “I could have timed that better.”
Stiles huffs and grins like, “Yeah. You coulda. But lucky for you, I’m bad with timing too.”
"You are?" Derek asks skeptically.
Nodding, Stiles replies, “Oh yeah. And other stuff too. Like, I forgot we’re supposed to mail a disc to the client and not ask ‘em to come in. But um… I wanted to see you again.”
If that’s not an immediate boost to Derek’s self confidence then that shy grin Stiles’ is giving him certainly is. So he asks Stiles out again, properly with the small speech he had planned and Stiles is more than happy to say yes.
(Allison facepalms while Lydia sighs like of course Stiles would be the one to pull a stunt like this. Who is too busy high fiving Scott and explaining the whole ‘courtship’ to his bro. Derek meanwhile is on his way to his apartment, floating on cloud 9 cause guess who got himself a date for Saturday night hell yeeeeah~)
It happens all at once.
But at the same time, it happens in increments, tiny moments that add up to something real and treasured. Five years of life saving and bleeding on each other. Of pizza and pack movie nights and pouring over maps and ancient texts and the bestiary until they’re blurry-eyed and stumbling with exhaustion.
They’ve each had relationships, some good, some bad. Derek no longer waits for the other shoe to drop with his partners. No longer has to feign sleep when one spends the night because all he can smell is gasoline and betrayal.
Neither of them had had long lasting relationships, but Stiles had been at school — “no one’s locking all this down; that’d be criminal,” he’d always shouted, jokingly, when the topic of his love-life rose up in casual conversation — and Derek had been finding his feet, both personally and professionally.
And if you ask him later, Derek will say it was always leading to this moment, but honestly? In that instant, it absolutely blindsides him, and all he can do is plant his feet on the floor and try not to list sideways as his entire world lurches under him.
Because… he sees Stiles. Really sees him, for the first time since he met two dorky, bumbling teenagers at the edge of the Hale property.
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hobrien shipper’s life is like These boys touching for any reason, is devastating