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Happy Merlin Halloween 2018 Arthur had no idea his best friend Merlin not just dressed as a wizard. But it explained why their Halloween Nights always had been a bit more magical than usual.

To live, to sleep, to dream–together.

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TW Technology ft bby Sterek

I got a tablet for Christmas!  

I’m still getting used to it, but I’m really enjoying myself.  This isn’t a style I’ll probably stick with, but it was flowing and fun.  And I’m astonishingly relieved that I won’t have to color with a mouse anymore, ugh.

quick doodle of my otp ahhh

It is Sunday, have a Merlin! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

finnpoe commission! fixing his jacket+waiting for him to come back home

After Camlann 2014 [read the story]

for rouge-winter, the winner of the full body pic of my giveaway. a sterek wedding picture with flower crowns as requested. :D

[more sterek fanart]

another sterek fanart of stiles and derek in his wolf form!

also available on RedBubble!! >U<

Sterek AU: Derek doesn’t get Valentine’s Day cause he and Stiles do little things that are accidentally romantic all the time and Isaac hates them for making it all look way too easy.

Derek’s pleased little smile when Stiles says, “Literally, sometimes” makes me so happy.

Anyone have a working link to the fic this was based on?

@constilesations “OLGA FOR THE SMOOCH REQUEST 2C!”      

i got ya babes♥     

I’ve been obssessed with Merthur so.. here’s some :)

Uncertainty was Stiles’ middle name. He didn’t have a great deal of self-confidence, and he spent the majority of his waking and an alarmingly growing portion of his unwaking moments in a state of constant anxiety.

It was a little after 2 AM, and Stiles, shockingly enough, hadn’t moved in hours. He currently faced a  puzzling quandary that he didn’t have an answer to. The glow of the empty Google search screen mocked him in the dark as he drummed his fingers against his desk. When in doubt, turn to the internet to answer all your pervert, uncomfortable, embarrassing questions about the inner workings of your own psyche.

The cursor steadily blinked in the search bar.

If he was any kind of man, Stiles would do what he did best and surf the interweb, delve into the recesses of the odd and weird, and wrangle a satisfactory answer. But what if the answer he found wasn’t the answer he wanted? What if Malia and Lydia were right? Maybe he was weird.

Scrubbing his hand across his face, Stiles leant forward in his desk chair until his chin nearly rested on the edge of the desk. He stared at the white screen until the brightness burned into his eyes and they watered.

Stiles flung himself back in his chair, dragging a hand through his hair. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m pathetic. Just do it. Just fucking do it.”

There was a slight tremble to his hands as Stiles typed his query into the search bar and swallowed.

Is it ok for men to be the little spoon?

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