#statisticallymorelikely

[highbeeans]

Eddie and Robin want off this ride.

Sticker version available here.

Commissioned by @statisticallymorelikely​! 💜💜💜

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #fan art #commissions #stickers #statisticallymorelikely #fruity four

[seidenbros]

9 of my favourite movies in poster form

thank you, my dearest @dancingwiththefae for tagging me. Have to say, it was difficult to choose, but I these definitely belong up.

Tag-list (only if you want, no pressure): @kodiakwhiskey @astrangegirlsmind @writingmysanity @statisticallymorelikely @thededleadragoria and whoever wants to do this

#LotR all movies of course #and Alice is 4 parts or sth but still ONE #tag game

[swingsetindecember]

statisticallymorelikelyreplied to your post :jen, WHAT ARE YOUR RAREPAIRS OR PAIRS YOU WANT...

we share all those avengers ones ngl

come join in the rarest of pairs. i am like I WANT SOFT ROMANCE DAMN IT 

#statisticallymorelikely #replies

[hobrien]

@lololovescheese​, @sterek-malec​, @statisticallymorelikely​

Thank you sweeties ❤

#lololovescheese #sterekmalec #statisticallymorelikely #replies

[saphyrenights]

@kimmykun tagged me 😊

Rules: Google/search your name + your favorite color + the word ‘aesthetic’. Take the first four (non collage) photos and voila, you have your aesthetic moodboard! Then tag your friends and mutuals to join.

Tagging: @lgbtjack @pissoffghosts @elfysparkles88 @quicklikelight @lozenger8 @sleepy-skittles @alexenglish @queer-vampire @statisticallymorelikely @tombwolf @mo-schmo @carelesswhisper41

#this mood board is WAY cooler than i actually am

[galatea21]

Hello! I was tagged by my tocaya @daniela-bella to play this get to know me game, thank you : ) 

I preferred to answer here instead of danirimicuara, so here we go!

Rules: tag 10 people you want to know better

Relationship status: Single.

Favorite Color: Orange. Although I really like colors, depends more on the tones than the color itself, but yes, orange has a special place in my heart.

Three Favorite Foods: Pasta, anything potato related, and fruits, especially citrus, I would marry tangerines if it was legally possible.

Song Stuck in my Head: “Lady blue” by Enrique Bunbury, a friend sent me a funny video where they simulate a cat in a washing machine is in a spaceship, with the song in the background, imitating the space theme of that music video, and it got stuck all weekend, fortunately no more.

Last Song I Listened To: The very last songs that I listened were the ones mentioned by @daniela-bella because I didn't know them (and last thing googled as well), but before that, I'm not sure if it was “Haunt”, “Fire walker” or “Lose yourself” by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, because last night before sleeping I was listening to live versions of those songs, so it must have been one of them.

Last Thing I Googled: The poster for the movie No.

Time: 15:45

Dream Trip: There are many, if I had to pick only one it would be wherever the northern lights can be seen, ideally in Iceland, but more realistically it would be Alaska or Canada.

Anything I Really Want Right Now: Not to sound over dramatic or too selfish, but at the moment i would give my right arm for a music concert.

I could tag all the 3 people who follow this blog but I don't want to expose you guys! But seriously, if you see this and want to participate please join in, I would love to know more about you : )

I'm going to mention some who I see around here, apologies for being nosy 🤭

@dreamtiwasanarchitect @statisticallymorelikely @nicolodikaysani @merrymerrynicolo @shadyhideoutreview @gayshipment @smolpoe @deaacertes @stringmagnet @scarlet-welly-boots @myhearthasbeenwelltrained @good-nightsocialite (love your icon) @lisagarlandd @sleepwalkingnyctophile @annoyinglysparklygalaxy @etlupos @acutenightmare

[ironpe]

rules - tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better

i was tagged by @cinematicnomad

top 3 ships: sterek, destiel and stevebuckytony

lipstick or chapstick: Lipstick but I do go through lip balms like there’s no tomorrow.

last song: Watermelon Sugar. Heard it on the way home from the train station.

last movie: Us. I feel asleep during the first part though.

reading: Actions Speak Louder than Words by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

I tag @statisticallymorelikely @mumblegumballs @randomphrases @swingsetindecember @eeames @bleep0bleep @benaya-trash @pissoffghostss 

#personal #i can't count

[bleep0bleep]

for @thegeekindenial @statisticallymorelikely because reasons

thank you @mad-madam-m @paintedlandscape for quick read thru ^_^

Derek turns into a cat on a Tuesday.

There’s nothing unusual about this particular Tuesday. He wakes up in the abandoned warehouse he’d claimed in North Carolina, on top of an old flea-bitten mattress, and he’s wallowing in his usual morning routine of self-doubt and questioning his life choices. It isn’t until he realizes the sad, pitiful meowing is not coming from the feral cats he tries to feed with what meager income he can get doing odd jobs, but is in fact, coming from himself.

He is a cat. 

Derek takes stock of the situation. This must be that witch he met yesterday; he’d politely asked her to move on from this town because her anti-aging potions were giving the neighborhood ladies glow-in-the-dark hair and it wouldn’t be long until she attracted attention-- of the local supernatural enforcement kind, meaning packs, meaning emissaries, meaning Derek would have to move on. Yet again. She’d shot some spells at him, ruined his favorite leather jacket, and chased him through the woods where there were a startling amount of hidden cameras. Derek then had to avoid several bungling FBI agents and led them on a merry chase through the woods until losing them, then he headed back to town.

The worst part was that whatever spell it was, Derek couldn’t shift into a wolf. He’d forgotten about it once he got to safety, and there didn’t seem to be any other effects of the spell, but...

Yeah. Four legs. Tail. He’s fluffy. And small.

He should have just stayed in South America. 

Derek meows and scrunches up his nose; the warehouse, which he’d deemed passable as a human, now smells incredibly awful. He does not want to stay here. 

He runs. Finding food is somewhat easier and harder as a cat, and avoiding calls of “pretty kitty” soon fade away after a storm and Derek’s fur gets matted with mud. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but it feels right. He steals food and avoids dogs who would have been terrified of him in wolf-form, lets small children pet him, runs away from do-gooders who try to take him to a shelter. Snoozing in the back of a pickup truck in the full sun, lazily licking his paws, Derek thinks, he’s actually kind of enjoying himself. It’s a lot easier to be on the run when you’re a cat.

Whatever city he ends up in is full of traffic and crowds and noise; Derek winds his way down a quieter street. It’s not quite suburb; a mix of houses and small apartment buildings, cramped quarters. There are posters in windows; Derek scurries along and climbs up a fence and then the ledge of a second-story building. There’s an open window with scents wafting through that smell fantastic. 

Derek pokes his head in the window; looks like a cluttered college kid’s place, books and empty cup noodle containers everywhere. Okay, not exactly the feast he was imagining, but it still smells nice. Especially this pillow, on this couch, right here in the perfect spot of sun.

Derek falls asleep. 

“Hey there,” says an amused voice, and it’s so familiar and startling that Derek wakes up immediately, and a flood of emotions he doesn’t quite understand floods through him, the scents of Beacon Hills and pack and an echoing of trust spoken in a chlorinated pool a long, long time ago.

Stiles is grinning at him, holding out his hand. Derek should run away. He should leave now. He can’t stay here, he can’t endanger anyone else, that’s why he left in the first place, but there’s something clicking inside his head, why he was drawn here in the first place...

Okay, head scratches? Amazing.

“Aw, you kinda look like the Grumpy Cat. You have eyebrows, dude. Heh. I mean, I can’t technically have a cat in this apartment, but I live alone and the landlord is never here...” Stiles is rambling, his voice is bright and warm, and Derek is lost in the neverending train-of-thoughts as Stiles picks him up and pets his head in a constant, soothing strokes. “Are you a stray? You kinda don’t look so good... all skinny... been on the road for awhile?” 

Derek doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to; he’s a cat. But the purring sound, he realizes, is coming from him. Maybe he can stay for a little while. Being a cat is easy. Easier than being human. It would be safer, too. It’s not like anyone knows who he is.

“Derek.”

Derek jolts up in surprise, and then he realizes Stiles is looking off into the distance. He turns to Derek-the-cat with a small smile. “You kinda remind me of him, with the eyebrows and the grumpy face. I saw that dude today, it was so weird. I mean, I didn’t see him, it was during a training video, but, still. So weird.”

Derek meows as Stiles’ hand starts stroking his head again. He’s kinda glad he’s a cat. He doesn’t know what he would say if he was human. The last time they’d seen each other, and there was so much Derek didn’t say, that he didn’t have to say. He’d thought he was going to die there, in that lonely abandoned church out in Mexico, and there was too much across that distance in that one look. There had been something there, something Derek never acknowledged, that something when they moved beyond reluctant allies to trust and there’s a part of Derek that doesn’t want to admit he might be fond, too, of that sharp intelligence and resourcefulness and sarcasm.

“Aw, you’re a good kitty. You wanna stay?”

No, no. Derek doesn’t belong here. Scott’s pack is doing well, for all Derek’s heard through the whispers that travel across the country. They’re all doing their own things, Stiles is in college, he has a future. Derek doesn’t. He needs to leave.

He scrambles out of the too-comfortable lap and back to the window.

“Oh. Okay.”

Derek turns around, and Stiles looks so hurt and vulnerable, rubbing the back of his head. 

“I mean...” Stiles sighs. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, it’s not like you get it. But it’s so fucking lonely here and the program is really hard, and I miss Scott and my friends and it would be really nice to come home to someone.”

Derek looks up at him, calculating. 

Stiles gives him a hopeful smile. 

Well, maybe a little while wouldn’t hurt.

He leaps off the windowsill and ambles back to the couch, giving Stiles a judgemental look that he hopes conveys you better feed me and take care of me. 

“Awesome,” Stiles says, beaming. “I”m gonna call you Derek.” He laughs. “I mean, you’re making the exact face he would make if he were a cat.” The smile falls from his face and his eyes glaze over a bit. “I hope he’s doing okay.”

Derek meows. Now he’s doing just fine.

#sterek #my fiction #6b #6b spoilers #tws6 #tws6b #cat!derek

[highbeeans]

Sumeru boys are on their way.

#kavehtham #kavetham #cynari #cynonari #kaveh #alhaitham #cyno #tighnari #genshin impact #fan art #commissions #statisticallymorelikely

[sinelanguage]

fandom misinterpretation: you would have a pet duck that's always by your side and that you maybe keep in your coat pocket. you would also never eat anything besides donuts

oh my god that would be an ideal life. (but YEAH ON THE FOOD every fandom i have ever known goes overboard with favorite foods. all the time. please.... they don’t like food that much.)

#ask game #statisticallymorelikely #my new style of tumblr blogging is to disappear for days on end its fine

[hobrien]

statisticallymorelikely replied to your post 

i still have it opened in another tab

😭 😭😭

i downloaded the video and already transferred it to an external and virtual drives in case it disappears off the internet 5ever

#statisticallymorelikely #replies #what a treasure