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superwholockian93 · 11 months
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Tried delaying as much as I could to watch the final episode of Oh No! Here Comes Trouble Ep 12
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"You used to scold me when I was little that the handwriting I wrote was just 'copying' and not written from my heart but now I know that it is fun to write these characters wholeheartedly"
Pu Yiyong’s joy comes from his acts of kindness  😭 😭
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Probably my fav fictional mother since Gong Hyo Jin’s Oh Dongbaek in When the Camilia Blooms. Cheryl Yang plays her so well!  😘
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Derek Chang showed up last minute with the cutest face and the  sweetest smile but 'his' smile was only as sweet as his dessert
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Pu Yiyong calling Ghost Granny a hooligan  😂 😂 😂
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When your past random act of kindness towards a nameless god born out of and trapped in human desperation makes it come back cuz even said god misses you and wants you to wake up from your ‘sleep’ :’)
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😭 😭
Everyone’s acting here but esp, Peng Cian You was so good. The way he slipped down the still escalator, came scrambling and tried to give him CPR, cried out Yiyong’s name and then brought his face shakily close to unconscious Yiyong hoping, scared that he won’t hear him again.
And, lastly,
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This entire scene but this line is the thesis of Oh No! Here Comes Trouble.
 This series makes you cry but in a very cathartic way; it's not pain for pain's sake. It is pain with the realisation of "it's okay, it gets better."
It was amazing watching Tseng Jing Hua play Pu Yiyong
 If you haven’t watched this do give a try, this beautiful funny sad series on Pu Yiyong, his grief, his search for his father’s soul, his search for who he can be after two years of his life is robbed from him at a critical time in a devastating incident and about his friends and mum who become his pillars of strength and all the lost souls each of whom have a meaningful story to share
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xinyuehui · 1 year
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Surprise! It's a throuple!!!
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malefashiontrends · 4 months
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(vía Derek Chang e Ivy Chao en portada del número de enero de Harper's Bazaar Hong Kong)
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awu-wangxuan · 2 years
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sooo i was checking derek chang and zhang guang chen's instagram accounts and i'm in love with their bond !!!! there are so many pics of them together, they are giving me feelings !!!
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kennyomegasweave · 1 year
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1. Stiles left Beacon Hills to never return and left his jeep.
2. Derek saved his jeep and fixed everything. Stiles's dad flat out says Derek saved it after Stiles left and tried to fix it up. Stiles had it held together with duck tape but Derek put everything into fixing it, but it wasn't able to run perfectly.
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3. In the 15 years since Stiles left to never return, it ended up in the junkyard because Derek couldn't fix it like he wanted to, but he wouldn't abandon it.
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4. Eli, Derek's kid, would routinely steal it to piss Derek off.
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5. After Derek died. Stiles's dad gave Eli the keys to the jeep and told him Derek had "complicated feelings about the Jeep" but it should definitely be Eli's.
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So like Derek was in love with Stiles huh? Like he saved Stiles's jeep, when Stiles himself abandoned it. He tried to make it run smoothly and when he couldn't he kept it under a tarp at the junkyard to not be driven but not to be scrapped either. And then his son would regularly steal it solely to piss Derek off. Derek himself said it was just to make him mad. And then when Derek died, Sheriff Stilinski gave the keys to Eli and said he should have it and that Derek had "complicated feelings about the jeep" but it was Eli's. Derek was definitely in love with Stiles and I just.
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93hyena · 2 years
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abernthyss · 6 months
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Let’s appreciate this picture tho!! The hand placement! The proximity! The way in which they literally look like their eating each other’s faces!!! The way Jordan is leaning her WHOLE BODY into Marie. The way Marie is holding onto Jordan like they’re the last people on earth. Like their her lifeline, her anchor.
I can imagine the sounds, how Jordan must have sighed so loudly when Marie kissed them in her fem form and proved all her insecurities wrong. Marie’s heavy breathing because she’s been traumatized and forced to lead this small group of supes who are her friends/girlfriend/boyfriend/themfriend and must feel so stressed out so kissing Jordan must just make all the tension leave her body and relax her.
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fuckyeahbroski · 2 months
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TYLER HOECHLIN TEEN WOLF | 1x09
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hedwig221b · 26 days
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🤲 please can I have another snippet? I’m thirsty and your writing is the only thing to satiate me
ehehe
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Stiles couldn’t help but trace Derek's cheekbones with the tips of his fingers. Every wrinkle on that face was lovely to him, every tiny scar.
With an amused huff, Derek pulled Stiles’ hands away and kissed his fingers. “Come here.”
He gathered Stiles in his arms and sealed their lips in a kiss.
Full of biting reassurance and hot shared desire, it made Stiles’ heart beat faster. Not from the jealousy this time — though it still had its bitter thorns buried inside him — but from the possessiveness of Derek’s hands sliding across his spine and the slickness of his tongue against Stiles’.
He could spend an eternity kissing Derek Hale and still be hungry for more.
“Come to my rooms tonight,” Stiles breathed into the sliver of space between them. Their lips kept touching and Derek couldn’t resist catching them. “Please.”
“Midnight?” Derek’s voice was hoarse and deep.
“No. Let us dine together. Father knows and I’ll be damned if he does anything about it. If someone asks, tell them a spoiled brat kidnapped you.”
Derek chuckled against his cheekbone. “If that is a prison, then lock me in for the remainder of my days.”
Stiles bit his lips that refused to stop widening in a smile. “Shall I wait for you, then?”
“Please, do. I’ll come right after the evening rounds. It won’t be long.”
“I shall charm the sun to set it faster.”
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can this be counted in for WIP Wednesday, @dear-massacre? pleek
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ultram0th · 6 months
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31 Days of Derek Hale
Day 20: Jock
Info │ 01 │ 02 │ 03 │ 04 │ 05 │ 06 │ 07 │ 08 │ 09 │ 10 │ 11 │ 12 │ 13 │ 14 │ 15 │ 16 │ 17 │ 18 │ 19 │ 20
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Derek sighed as he walked into his bedroom for the night, feeling incredibly drained from his argument with Eli. “I just don’t get it,” he huffed, throwing himself down onto the bed in a huff. “No matter what, we just can’t seem to see eye to eye.”
Stiles frowned and ran a caring hand over his husband’s chest. “He’s a jock,” he said. “All his high speed brain can focus on it sports.”
Derek frowned deeply. “I guess,” he growled. “I just wish that I could understand him better. Like, as if we were on the same wavelength.”
Derek lied back and rested next to Stiles, having trouble sleeping due to his fight with his son. He and Eli had been fighting with one another lately, usually due to typically father-son issues, such as Eli letting his grades slip due to his intense interest in sports, which tended to lead to Derek threatening to pull Eli from whatever team he was on that month. His son was a total jock, something that Derek didn’t really experience while in school.
As Derek drifted off to sleep, he felt his limbs tingle, his mind constantly wishing that he could understand the jock better…
The alarm blared, and Stiles sleepily slapped it silent.
Derek stretched his muscled arms above his head, yawning loudly as he woke up. As he moved, his face scrunched up as the stench of musk and sweat hit his nose, emanating in waves from his hairy pits.
Even Stiles could smell it with his dulled human senses, jerking back and plugging up his nose. “Damn Der,” he gasped, “no offense, but you reek.”
Derek felt his face grow warmer as he blushed. “Yeah, Bro,” he heard himself balk in his deep voice, “I must’ve worked up a big sweat last night.” Derek was puzzled over how deep and slow his voice sounded, and the way he’d called this husband “Bro”.
For a brief moment, Stiles scrunched up his brow in confusion, but it smoothed out rapidly as a small grin formed on his face. “Typical jock,” he lightheartedly laughed, slowly getting out of the bed to get ready for work.
Jock? Derek puzzled over what Stiles had said as he got out of bed, his body automatically lumbering towards the dresser. He yanked open the top drawer and paused as he was greeted with an array of jockstraps— his boxers nowhere to be seen.
As if his body had a mind of its own, Derek felt his muscled arms move and snatch up a jockstrap. He yanked the small garment on, the pouch filled to the limit with his massive cock and balls while his perky ass bubbled out the back.
“Don’t you want to take a shower?” Stiles asked, the tone in his voice indication that he’d hoped that Derek would listen to him. 
“Nope,” Derek heard himself scoff, answering without any thought of his own. He even leaned down and sniffed at one of his stinky pits, the musky stench filling the confines of the bedroom. “I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m gonna get all sweaty at practice anyways. So what’s the point?”
Practice?
Derek was so caught up in his odd behavior that he’d barely noticed when he’d opened up another dresser drawer, grabbing a football jersey. He yanked the tight garnet on, noting how his muscles pressed against it, illustrating his athletic prowess. Next, he grabbed some small workout shorts that only came up to mid-thigh and were so tight that his butt and package pressed noticeably against it, almost as if they were on full display.
When he looked at himself in the mirror, Derek inwardly winced at the dim smile on his face. He still looked the same, with his mature and masculine beard that had flecks of gray in it; however, he felt ridiculous being dressed up like a total jock, feeling childish.
His body evidently wouldn’t let any of his inner turmoil show as he lifted up a buff arm, flexing a large bicep. “Damn,” he heard himself say, “I’m getting fuckin’ huge, Bro!”
Despite himself, as Derek flexed in the mirror, he felt his cock start to stiffen within the confines of his tight jockstrap. The pouch tented outwards as it struggled to maintain his meaty cock, looking as if the werewolf was smuggling a summer sausage in his pants. Instead of blushing or trying to conceal his package, Derek felt himself place this hands on his hips and shove his crotch forward expectantly.
“Hey, Bro,” he said, “I’m so fuckin’ horny. Wanna help me out?”
Stiles smiled at his husband, chuckling as he shifted off the bed. “Damn, Der,” he laughed, “that thing’s always cocked and loaded.”
Always cocked and loaded? Derek’s eyebrows rose as new memories filtered into his foggy head, being filled to the brim with Derek being hard and rutting against whatever crossed his path. The stud was always incredibly horny, his cock seemingly rocketing straight to attention after a few moments after cumming. He wanted to blush at the image of himself sauntering down the street in his tight jerseys, his hard cock pressed tightly against his thick thigh for all to see.
Derek’s frantic thoughts slowed down significantly as his husband dropped to his knees in front of him, wasting no time in taking in his full member.
“Oooh!” Derek loudly bellowed, his deeper sounding voice bouncing off the thin walls in the house. “Yeah, suck that cock, Bro. Bet it’s the biggest ya ever had!” The normally silent werewolf couldn’t keep his mouth shut as he was sucked off, moaning loudly and cockily bragging about his cock. No matter how humiliated the alpha was over his uncontrollable behavior, he couldn’t help but bask in the warmth of pleasure that washed over him. All of his panic was momentarily forgotten until all of his ample muscles tensed up. “Uunghh!”
Derek cried out as he came, shooting what felt like the biggest load of his life. He was left spent and trying to catch his breath as Stiles stood up and went about getting ready for his day at work.
“Thanks, Bro,” Derek heard himself say. “I gotcha next time!” Already, at the mere suggestion of sucking off his husband, Derek’s cock plumped up and it took him a few moments to realize that he’d been absentmindedly fondling his hard bulge after tucking it back into his jockstrap.
As the werewolf continued with his morning routine that didn’t involve a shower, he couldn’t help but wince whenever he lifted his arms and his musky stench would waft out from his pits, smelling as if he’d just finished a killer workout at a crowded gym.
Derek walked downstairs and paused at the front door where Stiles gave him a quick kiss. “Can’t forget this, Coach,” Stiles said, handing Derek a silver whistle attached to a small chain necklace.
Derek was confused over both the whistle and why Stiles had called him “Coach” for some reason. However, the confusion quickly vanished when Derek realized that he no longer worked at his auto shop but was instead a coach at Beacon Hills High School. His stomach dropped when he tried to recall the massive amounts of paperwork that were supposed to be waiting for him on his desk at the shop, all of them detailing receipts and parts on orders; yet, now the werewolf’s muddled brain struggled to comprehend what all of those numbers meant. He paled even further when his knowledge of business management wasn’t the only thing gone. In a panic, Derek’s eyes darted around the house and sure enough, simple items seemed to be way beyond his mental grasp. For example, although he’d used it hundreds of times before whatever the hell happened to him, Derek stared at the coffee maker that was in the kitchen, unsure what all of the buttons meant… luckily Stiles was there to help him out since he was such a dumb jock.
Derek inwardly flinched at that last thought, recalling the stupid wish he’d made last night. He’d wished that he could understand jocks more.
Now Derek was a dumb, horny jock.
His days were filled with nothing except working out, playing sports, and fucking. That’s all a dumb jock like him was good for.
Still, Derek put the whistle around his neck and puffed out his large pecs against his tight spots jersey. “Thanks, bro,” he dimly smiled before leaning forward to rut his hard cock against Stiles’s thigh. “You gonna come during my lunch break to help me out with this?”
“Of course,” Stiles said, resting an admiring hand on Derek’s bicep, which the werewolf flexed out of instinct, “I can’t have my big jock going too long without any release. Poor guy would be all pent up.” He mock frowned, a hint of playful condescension audible.
Derek’s foggy mind didn’t pick up on it, and instead he just smiled back widely. “Yeah, Bro,” he agreed in his deep voice, “if I don’t cum at least five times a day, I can’t think well.” He paused at the odd words leaving his mouth, but then the alarm on his phone went off and he perked up. “Oh shit. I’m gonna be late! Love ya, Bro!” He kissed Stiles on the cheek before hurrying out of the house and lumbering towards his Camaro, his hard cock tenting out his tight shorts.
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outtoshatter · 2 months
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Writing Patterns
Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
tagged by @dear-massacre, @raisesomehale, and @rosieposiepuddingnpie thank youuuu this is fun!
i'm doing only my last ten over-5k fics, just as a fun little experiment :D
Kingdoms Fall (WIP, M, sterek)
Stiles leaned over the jewel-studded bowl, fluttering his lashes as he breathed in the smoke from the burning herbs at the bottom.
The Price we Pay (66k, T, complete)
Stiles ripped the velvet strip off his face and winced, blinded by flames.
Pulling Strings (53k, M, complete)
Stiles bounced on his toes to fend off the creeping chill of the night, gaze darting impatiently between the road and the clinic.
The Stilinski Method (6k, T, complete)
Derek crept along on the balls of his feet, following tiny paw prints in the soft dirt.
Fractured Starlight (64k, M, complete)
The stretch of road between Beacon Hills and Willow Pass was almost always quiet, although Stiles wouldn’t quite call it peaceful.
Every Step You Take (8k, T, complete)
On a typical day, Stiles Stilinski would say his impulse control was shaky to moderate at worst.
The Next Chapter (105k, M, complete)
The photo ripped down the middle.
End of the End (90k, E, complete)
Stiles spotted the group with difficulty.
The Bright Side of Disaster (5k, T, complete)
The Beacon Hills spring farmers market was never small.
Keep Moving (10k, T, complete)
Derek squinted up, eyeing the clouds creeping in from the west.
okay, i'm not sure what all this says about me or my stories, but. there's at least a little variety here. I think? LOL
tagging uuhhhh @cephalog0d @2dents and @halevetica and anyone else who wants to play!
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malefashiontrends · 4 months
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(vía Derek Chang e Ivy Chao en portada del número de enero de Harper's Bazaar Hong Kong)
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domesticated-feral · 3 months
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Then someone will say, "What is lost can never be saved."
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ryuuisnotpresent · 1 year
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cal is a bit unhinged
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93hyena · 2 years
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Dasey Married Vibes Then vs. Now
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