Zoe Saldana by Diego Uchitel for C Magazine

When I started making those weird voices, a lot of people told me how whack it was,” she says, “‘What the fuck are you doing?’ they’d say. ‘Why do you sound like that? That doesn’t sound sexy to me.’ And then I started saying, Oh, that’s not sexy to you? Good. I’m going to do it more. Maybe I don’t want to be sexy for you today.
Nicki Minaj (via dannydevitosfoot)

Is it hard to play a scene when you don’t know whether your character is being nefarious or truthful? Very good question! It is hard. My favourite one was the scene when Derek says to Ms. Blake, “Everyone around me gets hurt.” (x)

divergent + text posts

ladybubblegum:

bootywolves:

bootywolves:

I’m sorry but I was not prepared to find out that derek hale is a landlord in canon

derek hale, the enigmatic landlord who lives on the top floor, has a second cell phone for tenants to call him on, sometimes let’s the students in 6B pay…

totallylesbians:

oh-kevin-gee:

why is this so true




Even if you’re a lesbian, you get this scare

totallylesbians:

oh-kevin-gee:

why is this so true

Even if you’re a lesbian, you get this scare

Daily Show correspondent Michael Che tries to find a safe place to report from.

anextrapart:

matzoballer:

judging by fan fictions, the only jobs in the world are being a teacher, lawyer, waiter, or working at a coffee shop

and man do the people with those jobs have a lot of sex

Mockingjay Part 1, Characters + Promotional Images

deleted-scenes:

Teen Wolf AU: So Stiles’ original plan of insinuating himself into every aspect of Derek’s life and making Derek fall in love with him - mostly by just being everywhere all the time - might not have worked as well as anticipated because Derek is a paranoid bastard, but from where Stiles is standing it looks like it all went okay anyway. 

Inspired by this post, except that it got sappier.

“’Okay’? I’m sorry, did you say ‘okay?’”

Derek sighs, pretending to be exasperated. “I did.” He takes a step closer to him, not sure if the racing heart he hears is Stiles’ or his own.

Stiles rubs a hand over his buzzed hair. Derek can’t wait to get his mouth on it, feel it bristle against his thighs. “Holy shit I can’t believe that worked. I didn’t think – “

“You mean you actually planned that speech? You came here to ask me out and that’s the speech you planned?” Derek loved the speech, has been waiting for Stiles to blurt out something ridiculous like that for awhile now, but he still can’t help but tease him for it. 

Stiles is especially adorable when he’s stuttering and trying to argue with him. “No, I didn’t plan…I just…I didn’t think you’d really even want to be my friend, let alone…the other stuff. To be honest, I don’t even remember exactly what I said.”

Derek can definitely hear the racing of Stiles’ pulse now, wonders if he’ll get to trace its sinuous path under his skin with his tongue, maybe rough up that pale, beauty-marked canvas with hickies and beard burn, mark his neck up so everyone knows he’s taken, mark up all kinds of other places only he’ll get to see, just for the two of them.

Derek takes another step closer so there’s hardly any space at all between them. They’ve been closer, a lot closer, in the pool, in the sheriff’s station, but it’s never felt like this.

Like the beginning of something that will never end.

“You said that you wanted to be my best friend who holds my hand and gives me orgasms and maybe puts a ring on it.”

He can’t help but smile at Stiles’ look of cringing horror. “Oh god, and you still said okay?”

“I must be crazy.” He runs a finger up Stiles’ arm, smiling as his skin rises in goosebumps in response to his touch. His knuckles dance over his collarbone, eyes locked on Stiles’ lower lip, red and pillowy from his nervous chewing, his oral fixation.

“Or you just have really low standards,” Stiles attempts to tease, slightly cracking voice giving him away even if his heartbeat hadn’t already.

Derek gently cups the back of Stiles’ neck, runs his thumb across his hairline, memorizing the flutter of his eyelashes when they flit up to meet his gaze. “Or, I also want to be your best friend who holds your hand and gives you orgasms and puts a ring on it.”

“Oh.” Stiles says, all soft and perplexed, scent thickening with sweet happiness and lust.

Derek’s got him in his grasp now, other arm hooked firmly around his narrow waist, pressing them close together. He takes a deep breath and finally gives in to two years of temptation, closing his eyes as he nuzzles into Stiles’ neck, inhaling his musky-sweet scent up close, so potent and pure right there behind his ear it makes him dizzy. Derek noses hard at his jaw, running his face along the hard-edged bone dusted in short, sharp stubble.

Stiles is making a noise, groaning and gasping, body going pliant, cock pressing against his, both of them hard and straining against the fabric between them. “Is, uh,” he pants, breath hot and wet against his cheek, “there a particular order you want to do those things?”

Derek smiles into his neck and reaches down to intertwine their fingers, clasping his hand firmly. “I’m a fan of trying everything at once,” he whispers before kissing him, finally.

agnesthomas:

Allydia Appreciation Week: day 2 - favorite quote

"After everything we’ve been through, I believe you.”

stubblehale:

You really like him, don’t you?
         Yeah. Yeah, I kinda love him. 

giveaway (5/11) 

Sterek Human AU: accidentallythebenefactor

Stiles Stilinski is what you might call a lady’s man. Well, he was, until his freshman year of college, when he met Derek Hale. Stiles told himself that he wouldn’t let himself get in too deep with any of the people he was seeing - he just wanted things to stay casual for as long as he could keep it that way. He didn’t want to settle into a relationship as soon as he started college. But…

Derek Hale, grad student and graduate teaching assistant, quickly changed his mind. 

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