Isn’t this like hollowing out a corpse, then putting someone else’s organs inside and cooking them?
Slow down Hannibal fandom.
Unless you use the apple you “gutted” for the filling
Then it’s like gutting someone, mashing their guts up, filling them up with the mashed up guts, and cooking them
I like how at first glance I thought this was going to be a nice post that SPN took over because Dean loves pie.
Then Hannibal showed up.
THIS EPISODE WAS LIKE THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY CHILDHOOD
Hoang Tran is a California native artist who carves incredibly detailed figurines in crayons.
but stiles fucking with derek and taking advantage of his lack of werewolfy powers, though? stiles being a little shit and delightfully and loudly enjoying every little shortcomings derek now has because he’s (temporarily?) human.
stiles hiding behind the shower curtain and yelling in derek’s face to startle him.
derek gasps, backs up hurriedly against the sink and throws his toothbrush at him as a first response reflex. he swallows and chokes on a bit of toothpaste in the process and stiles runs away before derek has the time to properly recover.
stiles challenging derek to a race every day until he caves because he can’t stand hearing the question again and again.
"we start from here, we finish over there," stiles declares, pointing at vague landmarks around them.
derek crosses his arms, looking unsure. “it’s kind of a really short distan—”
stiles starts running before derek is even finished talking, and derek is forced to scramble after him, spluttering about “not being ready!” he still catches up to him pretty easily but stiles quickens his pace at the last second and crosses the ‘finish line’ with both his arms raised. derek is right behind him, but yeah. he lost. suck it derek.
stiles collapses on the ground, breathing loud and disgusting like a dying horse. he really should exercise more, goddamn. he’s pretty sure he strained something. worth it.
"ha! not such a hot shot without your wolf powers, huh?" he heaves out.
derek is bent in half, hands on his knees. he looks way more composed and less sweaty than stiles is. he pants, “didn’t count. i would fucking win on a long distance run! and you cheated.”
derek rolls his eyes and doesn’t help him up, walks away, looking petulant and childish. stiles loves it and stays on the ground for a long time to catch his breath.
stiles purposefully whispering stupid stuff in scott’s ear just so he can watch derek squirm uncomfortably, straining to hear what’s being said.
"stop it," derek finally snaps. "what are you—are you talking about me?"
scott looks sheepish but unapologetic. he shrugs with one shoulder while stiles slowly backs away from him, smirking across the room at derek.
"woudn’t you like to know?" he says, trying his best to sound like a six year old.
"you’re a shithead," derek declares, turning away angrily to stare at his computer.
stiles smirks a little more, says nothing, and watches with delight the range of emotions he’s painted on derek’s face.
stiles asking his dad to teach derek how to shoot a gun. “he’s completely declawed,” he explains to him. “braeden taught him the basics, so he’s not totally useless but he’s still pretty ridiculous.”
stiles crashing the impromptu class the sheriff is giving by correcting derek’s stance with his body, tapping derek’s ankle with his foot, moving derek’s arms with his hands, plastering his chest against derek’s back to make him straighten up.
"it’s okay, dad, i got this," he announces magnanimously when his father stares at him, all squinty eyed.
derek is absolutely rock still under stiles’s hands. “be sure to take some time to breathe after you aim. you have to take the shot as you exhale,” stiles says right against derek’s cheek, almost straight into his ear.
he takes a step back, so he’s certain that derek cannot hear or feel his beating heart or smell his sweat or whatever creepy shit werewolves do. he always has an adrenaline rush when he’s around guns, he doesn’t want derek to get like, the wrong idea or something.
i love rob
THE LAST ONE MADE MY HEART MELT I
That strawberry thing omg marry that boy
Best reaction ever.
I actually believe artists and scientists think very similarly. Complex, abstract thought? They both have that down. It’s all about where that thinking takes you after that.
Words cannot describe how much I love this post.
Requested by Anonymous
I just love how Dan is so embarrassed when he realizes he is being filmed…and Phil’s glare… protective boyfriend alert…
Oh my god look how small Dan looks in this!!!
I know!!! he is so utterly adorable and shy .. Phil looking all protective. oh god it’s just the sweetest thing!
yay for this being back on my dash :) it’s so adorable..
I will always reblog this. It’s just too perfect awh ♡
Boyfriends looking out for each other :)
look at this cute married couple