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I’m not saying that the origin of the Polish name, Mieczysław, means sword and the origin of the Greek name Peter means stone and so you could have a sword in a stone.  Not at all. 

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for all those having to deal with rabid stans. 

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When John steps into the hospital room the nurse pointed him to he’s glad to see Melissa patching Stiles up. But what surprises him is that of all the pack it’s Peter there, standing to the side, by the window, eyes only briefly straying to John as he nods in greeting.

“Sheriff.”

“Hale,” John responds, watching the man for a second before he circles to the bed and Stiles’ free side so he’s not in Melissa’s way. 

“How is he?” he asks. 

“Just some minor burns and scrapes, a sprained wrist,” Melissa informs him, “He’s out cold mostly because he drained his magic reserves.”

John nods, leaving her to her work, and plops down into the chair at Stiles’ bedside. 

He got the gist of it from Derek, a brief summary of Stiles’ injuries, the ifrits they fought, and the estimated time they’d be done cleaning up the bodies, all accompanied by Stiles calling Derek a tattle-tale in the background. He knew it wasn’t that bad. But then, it’s his son we’re talking about here, and having to see him in the hospital at least once a month doesn’t lessen the worry he feels every time at all. 

That said, it’s the first time in the year John has been in the know and aware of the doings of the pack that he sees Peter accompanying Stiles in the hospital. The seat he’s taken put him right across from Hale, still stationed by the window, standing with his arms crossed and eyes focused on one spot.

John clears his throat feeling thrown by the intensity with which Peter watches Melissa work at Stiles’ hands as she tends to the wounds.

“So, Hale, haven’t seen you on Stiles duty before,” John says, conversationally. 

Peter doesn’t answer right away, his eyes still on Stiles. There’s a furrow to his brow like he’s having trouble figuring something out. 

“You haven’t, no,” Peter confirms, still not even having glanced at John. He looks at Stiles like he’s a particularly annoying puzzle, a look John had seen on others before when dealing with his son. John almost misses it when Peter admits, quietly, “He never got hurt protecting me before.”

Peter leaves a second later, just as Melissa places one last bandaid on Stiles’ arm and announces him good to go once he’s awake. 

John thanks her and then he’s alone with Stiles who is still deeply asleep. John leans back in his chair, shifting minutely to find the least uncomfortable position, and considers whatever it is that’s brewing between Peter Hale and his son.

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here, have a thing that is a part of another thing that i was supposed to write for a thing last year. it is what it is. it’s supposed to be a 5+1 or whatevs.

reblogs are love.

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New Ask game. Send me one of my fic titles and I'll tell which was THAT SCENE for that fic.

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[season one when peter is trying to keep them in the school]

peter: I lured you all to my lair because I crave the deadliest game–

stiles, nodding: Knife Monopoly.

peter:

peter: I was actually going to have scott hunt you all down and kill you for my entertainment, but now I’m really interested in whatever Knife Monopoly is.

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I have a confession.

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I am so excited for more seasons of TDP!!! I really hope to see these two reunited soon <3

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peter’s guide to becoming a priority (ft. a rock) 

It’s not that Stiles hasn’t noticed. He has. It’s just in the grand scheme of things Stiles can’t be bothered. He has two—maybe three—fucks to give about life and he’s not wasting one on Peter Hale running his hands over everything in Stiles’ apartment.

Stiles is aware, thank you very much, that Peter is scent-marking precisely at the time Stiles is busiest. Peter knows Stiles, knows his lack of fucks, knows he’ll get away with being a little possessive shit.

Peter’s slowly moving up on Stiles’ list of things to deal with. It hasn’t evolved into a Priority but it is a problem, not a capitalized one.

Yet.

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Stiles’ most recent ex texts him for a booty call. Stiles screenshots and sends it to the wives group chat. Allison calls him immediately. 

“Knife or gun?”

“As a present for me? I’d rather have a gift card for Cheesecake Factory.”

“Obviously. I already got you that. For once I’m not the one putting a warning label on the wrapping paper.”

“But someone else is? Wait, don’t tell me, no birthday spoilers this year!”

Allison makes that little huffy sound she totally picked up from Lydia. “You’re not upset about the text?”

“What? Fuck no, it was funny and…” Stiles trails off, his thoughts screeching to a stop and going full speed in a different direction. 

The edge returns in Allison’s voice. “Knife or gun?”

“Not yet,” Stiles says slowly. “But wolfsbane bullets.”

“Your ex isn’t a werewolf.”

“No.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Nope!”

Allison huffs Lydia-style and hangs up. Stiles scrolls through his contacts, hovering over Pettigrew. His lips twitch up despite the situation. Stiles will always laugh over how that contact name genuinely annoys the shit out of Peter. 

Stiles’ finger hovers for a moment, tempted to call Peter. 

Allison thought Stiles needed a rant or cry over his ex. Stiles didn’t because he’s just tipped over to the point where he doesn’t care anymore and has moved on.

What a convenient time for Peter to start staking claim to Stiles’ home.

Stiles bumps this up to a Problem. Still, it’s not worth his energy to confront Peter’s weird seduction. Plus, he has Ally to deal with it if he wants.

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Stiles gets up in the middle of the night to pee and it hits him—birthday.

His birthday is the only time of year Stiles accepts Peter giving him an extravagant gift with no protesting.

So, Stiles is busy, over his ex, and his birthday is coming up?

Ugh. Okay, it’s a priority. But only a small one.

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“No.”

“No?”

Stiles aggressively jabs Peter’s chest. With practiced ease, Peter wraps his hand loosely around Stiles’ wrist to drain the minor pain of what basically feels like slamming his finger into a brick wall.

“No,” Stiles repeats. “You only refer your clients to me when it’s a shitty case, because then I whine at you and you make it up to me by cooking all my meals until I’ve closed the case.”

“Of course,” Peter says. This is an unspoken ritual they’ve had since Stiles started up his detective-slash-hitman supernatural business. 

Peter does lawyer work for supernatural cases that spark vicious glee in his eyes. Currently, his blue eyes are less vindictive and more smug.

Too bad for him and his stupid smug eyes because Stiles isn’t falling for this! Peter happens to have shitty clients right as Stiles’ workload is dying down? Stiles sees right through his strategic moves and is cutting off any further advances.

“Nope,” Stiles says, plastering on a cheery smile.

“Very well. Tell me if you change your mind.”

Wait, what?

Stiles never changes his mind. Not on his own. Peter has to work to make Stiles change his mind and vice versa. It’s one of their things, their games, to see who breaks first. Stiles was ready to break Peter but he’s…forfeiting? He even said if, not when. 

A smug smile joins the smug eyes at Stiles’ gaping.

The barista calls Stiles’ name, reminding him that they’re at their favorite cafe that’s sadly non-supernatural. No petty zapping magic allowed. Stiles moves to pick up his drink and finds himself tugged back in place.

Stiles hadn’t torn his wrist out of Peter’s gentle hold after the quick pain-drain.

Peter lets go and nudges Stiles toward the counter before he can fully absorb Peter’s characteristic but unwarranted smugness.

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Stiles changes Peter’s contact name for the first time since he decided Peter was more than a string of numbers. That was six years ago, four years after he swiped Peter’s phone number from Derek.

Ten years. Ten years! He’s had Peter’s number for ten years and not once—not once!—in all of Peter’s astounding amounts of fuckery has Stiles ever programmed him as a Priority. 

And ten years ago Peter had fucking raised himself from the dead! And did so via traumatizing Lydia! In all of that, Stiles never considered him high enough on his list to be a priority!

Times. Have. Changed.

For the third night in a row, Stiles has dreamed of Peter’s special stir fry. All week he’s felt odd. He’s texting Peter the usual amount, he saw him for their weekly coffee, so why does he miss him?

Suspicious, Stiles checked his work calendar for the past year. And then the year before that. He went all the way back to the first case Peter handed him. Over six years, Peter has been slowly handing over more cases. The last two years have been a steady clockwork of every five weeks. 

Peter’s fucking trained Stiles to subconsciously expect a week of Peter hanging around all day and feeding him. It’s so ingrained in his mind that he’s dreaming about it! What the fuck!

The worst part? Stiles never would have caught on if he hadn’t turned down the shitty case at the coffee shop. Smuggy smug bastard with reverse psychology, making Stiles think he won.

Tell me if you change your mind.

The complexity of this long game manipulation is stupidly hot. Like. Really, really hot. Extremely. Fuck.

Stiles puts siren emojis on both sides of Priority.

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Magnus Bane + MAGIC: [2/∞]

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lgbt+ characters & flags: magnus bane & alec lightwood

happy pride month!

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This is my life now

OK! So first! I got reallll into Hazbin Hotel

The steven universe ended

So yeah lottas sads

But THEN! THEN! FF7 remake came out and that opened up a WHOOOOOOLE  lotta nastagila i didn’t know I had in me. That goddamn game game out when I was 6 and my cousin would let me do battles sometimes and I just yelled at him to ‘Make the charcters look pretty!’ all the time!

GOD THIS GAME IS SO GODDAMN BEUTIFUL! BROUGHT ME RIGHT BACK TO WHEN I FIRST SAW ADVENT CHILDREN!

Whoever game up with this goddamn danceoff idea deserves a goddamn metal and possibly a statue

By the way Advent children holds up PRETY DAMN WELL CONSIDERING HOW FREAKING OLD IT IS. AND WHY DID NO ONE EVER TELL ME THERE WAS AN EXTENDED VERSION?!

Some scenes are a little stiff but DAMN! D A M N! God I wish I knew where my dvd of this was

SO after I was done watching other people play FF7, which I guess I’m not actully done with yet but whatever, I finally started to watch the dragon prince which was easy cause there’s 3 seasons with 8 ep each 22 min long, got through season one just fine it was cute and all, BUT THEN OUTTA KNOWWHERE THEY GO AHEAD AND DROP THIS TALL GLASS OF STARDUST ON ME!!!!

Oh god that ear touch, why the fuck is that so hot?!

AND THEN YOU FINALLY HEAR HIM TALK AND YOU’RE ALL

I was not expecting that voice to come out of that incredably beutiful man. Raise your hand if you tots thought AA’s was a girl when you first saw him too, don’t be lying

I want to taste those stars O_O

No joke, typed in Aaravos and a pic of Sephy came up, that a that bread secne from the Hithickers guide movie????

AND THEN SEASON 3 LIKE OMG!!!!

AND NOW I’M ALL

And then, THEN THEN!!! I finally gave in and watched it

That has to be an unused animation fight me

OH GOD WHERE HAS THIS SHOW BEEN ALL MY LIFE?! LIKE JUST WWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHAT?! EVERYTHING!!! EVERYTHING!! ALL OF IT! JUST MMMMMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMM!

BOOM! PREGNET!

Oh fuck this nerd

I’d fucking marry that sword

     LEAVE HECTOR ALONE 2020

AND NOW I’M HALF WAY THROUGH SEASON 3 AND IT’S GONNA BE ANOTHER YEAR TILL WE GET ANOTHER ONE IF NOT LONGER, THANKS CORNOA! WHY FUCK WHY?!?!?!

*Sigh* So yeah that’s been my quarintine, how about you guys?

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Jace: You have a horrible memory

Alec: No I don’t! Name ONE time I forgot something

Jace: Just two weeks ago you forgot me and Clary at gas station parking lot!

Alec: That was on purpose, try again

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Dabi: You don’t get to choose your biological family.

Twice: You don’t get to choose your found family either! Saddle up bitch!

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"Talk Dirty to Me": She Ra Edition

Adora: Talk dirty to me.

Catra: *purrs*

Adora: F*ck.

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Catra: Talk dirty to me.

Adora: I choose you.

Catra: *immediately orgasms*

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Glimmer: Talk dirty to me.

Bow: Your mother would be so proud of you.

Glimmer: *crying* Damn it, Bow.

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Bow: Talk dirty to me.

Glimmer: *uses an arrow to cut off her cape*

Bow: 🤯

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Mermista: Talk dirty to me.

Seahawk: *sing a sea shanty cover of Let's Get It On*

Mermista: I hate that this is working.

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Seahawk: Talk dirty to me.

Mermista: *sparks a match*

Seahawk: .... I'm gonna need a minute.

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Hordak: Talk dirty to me.

Entrapta: You're one of a kind.

Hordak: *hordak.exe has crashed*

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Entrapta: Talk dirty to me.

Hordak: Let's experiment...

Entrapta: Finally! Emily, go get Wrong Hordak.

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Scorpia: Talk dirty to me.

Perfuma: Did you know that only about 1% of micro-organisms in soil have been identified?

Scorpia: I did not. Tell me more!

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Perfuma: Talk dirty to me.

Scorpia: *flexes her back muscles*

Perfuma: *already taking off her sundress*

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Double Trouble: Talk dirty to me.

Double Trouble: Meryl Streep who?

Double Trouble: Yaaasssss bitch

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I hope everyone has friends as good as mine.

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Stiles: Hey, do you want to play Space Invaders?

Derek: Um, sure?

Stiles, standing much closer: OK, I'll go first.