Sterek AU - Where Stiles and Derek are serial killers
So today I was going to through my ‘You should be in bed’ folder… I don’t know what I was thinking when I made this but I have been laughing for the last 20 minutes
my photoshop skills are off the charts
(Based on this post)
[I’ll make little individual ones later if you want one as an avatar. Enjoy!]
Work is mine, please do not remove the caption or the watermark :)
i’ll stop reblogging it when it stops being funny
Working the day shift at an adult store wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, if Derek was perfectly honest with himself. He spent most of his mornings restocking shelves, checking prices, and tuning his Pandora playlists to his liking.
There was a buzzer that went off…
Is there anything that your character would not do for his best friend?
I’m not even sorry - I just love Teen Wolf way too much, and it was ridiculously fun to draw the gang all piled on top of the Jeep (which was SO damn hard to draw ugh what is art).
And in the corner is good ol’ Crazy Uncle Peter, trying to catch up (because secretly he just wants Puppy Pile cuddles too).
BEEP BEEP! ♥
I buried the jar deep within the roots of the nemeton. It was their sacrifice that brought its power back.
totes logically to bury it there, cause you know, magic evil trees are super great at keep evil away
TEEN WOLF MIX TAPE
OMG I CAN’T
i’m having a lot of inappropriate feelings.
GRUFF MEN WITH GRAVELLY VOICES MAKIN’ PLANS
COMING UP WITH DIFFERENT PUNCHLINES TO TRICK A TRICKSTER AND MAYBE STOPPING AT THE ARBY’S DRIVETHRU TO GET SOME FOOD ON THEIR WAY TO GET GOING ON THEIR PLANSSSSSSSSS
"Never go after a werewolf at full strength," Gerard said, one of those first early hunts Chris was allowed on, hanging back, trying to hide his fear, watching Kate’s eager face and wondering how she did it so easily.
"The trail’s fresh," Kate said, at the mouth of the cave. "I don’t see—"
"We can wait," Gerard said. "A full grown werewolf needs more than the handful of grubs and dead bats he’s going to find in there. Let him get hungry, weak. Wait until he’s desperate enough to make a mistake."
It’s quiet in the car, Derek’s hands folded neatly over his knees. In jail they were given turkey sandwiches wrapped in cellophane. Fruit cups. A couple bags of pretzels that looked like they were from the vending machine.
"Hungry?" Chris says.
"I’m fine," Derek says. Chris turns into the next drive-through anyway.
"Chicken sandwich," he says into the intercom. Glances over at Derek. Healing takes a lot out of a werewolf, Gerard always said, grinning. "Two double bacon cheeseburgers, a—you want a shake?" he says.
"You don’t have to—"
"Vanilla or chocolate," he says.
"Vanilla," Derek says quietly.
The bigger/taller/stronger/scarier person in a ship getting willingly pinned down/dominated/fucked/bossed around by the smaller person.